My spiritual journey began in the middle of third grade…

I was standing in the lunch line, clamorous as it was with my elementary school peers, contemplating in the sneaky silence of my own, that sacred, private stomping ground of introverts and hermits alike.

What exists beyond the confines of this universe? Does the universe have walls? Is there more beyond it?

That’s what I wondered in the lunch line.

These eleven-year-old curiosities proved prescient for what I’d uncover later in my life: that there is more outside this universe . . . and I remember it.

I have imported that awareness here. Forging what I once knew into a newly-living gnosis for today. That is my purpose. Not to be of this world, but to become what I already once was, now inside this world.

It’s more challenging than you’d think — which betrays how invested this world’s machinations are in preventing us from Living True.

The last decade has found me force-testing various spiritual teachings and practices — from Eastern to Western to sundry in between — using my own wounds, pains, and dreams as the clay to be shaped back into wholeness. At the same time, I was orienting myself in pursuit of a wholesome, integrated, divine-based life I deep-down knew just had to exist.

I’ve even attended three 10-day vipassana courses (which the introvert in me jokes as being some of my favorite social events) and many shorter meditation events — but rather than solutions or clarity, these just left me with more questions and concerns.

I often sought guidance in others, once thinking it wise to defer to authority, but — aside from a few golden connections — I was constantly misled down paths of ignorance and ideology, ultimately left stranded to figure out Spirituality on my own. Just me and my Soul on the side of the road, choosing to forge a path through the forest instead of hitchhiking with the masses.

It was bewildering to concede that much of the readily-available guidance and teachings “out there” are full of duplicitous distortions, incomplete paradigms, malevolent obfuscations, and even outright inversions, all of which lead to hells instead of heavens. Deep down I knew this was not natural — that Spirituality was logical and that it should function as a self-reinforcing modality which has practical application across the full spectrum of consciousness, from God down to dirt. The shortcomings in what’s out there compelled me to go on the hunt to discover the epitome of spiritual efficacy for myself.

It is due to this broad, roving path of spiritual initiation that I have become skilled in discerning and explaining what works and what does not work, why it does and doesn’t, and what context only certain things work in. I have plucked the best of the best and shed the rest.

Thusly I focus on what I’ve come to call Sovereign Christic Spirituality, involving neither religious dogma nor New Age nonsense. Just a priority for the Living Truth whence all goodness, purity, and innocence flows forth.

It is only Christic Spirituality that has helped me heal from the sufferings of this world, thereby validating itself to me.

And it is only Christic Spirituality which conjures up the integrity, understanding, compassion, and magic of the unadulterated world I remember beyond this one.

That’s my validation for the legitimacy of this paradigm: it is universal beyond this universe. It is functional, self-validating, full-spectrum Spirituality.

It is how I found Home, here.

Just as I was graduating high school and looking forward to my future, I was poisoned with the antibiotic ciprofloxacin (before it earned a black box warning), which turned out to be a mis-prescription based on a misdiagnosis. Meanwhile, my own self-diagnosis — which required no intervention at all — was later proven correct.

This medical malpractice ravaged my mood, sleep, and sense of direction in life. It ripped me from my innocence, passion, and purpose just as I was maturing into a young adult. And needless to say, it shattered my naïve trust in False Authority.

In spite of still seeking much help over the years, the Western Medical Industrial Complex proved itself largely a dud, unable to heal the very harm it caused. Once again, with Body as with Soul, I walked a lonely road of physical suffering and forging my own path — enduring depression, confusion, anger, perseveration, fatigue, cognitive impairment, and even neuropathy — via conditions such as Sulfite Toxicity, Histamine Intolerance, and Undermethylation — with no one really helping me.

Picking up the slack of doctors, I studied Physiology, Nootropics, Nutrigenomics, and Methylation from the ground up. I have become a selfmade biohacker and have been rehabilitating my physiology to a functional level that continues to improve piece by piece. My health is one of my greatest achievements and no Evil will wrest it from me again.

Due to this existential derailment, my most recent past life was just a decade ago, studying filmmaking in Pittsburgh and then working for some time in Los Angeles, the City of Fallen Angels, a place I never actually wanted to live in. It was there I learned the hard way that false lives don’t last.

After seven years living rogue from my Soul and with my health deteriorating, my Higher Self pulled the rug out from this dead-end roundabout which my ego had carved into that sprawling city. I was endowed with some heavy-hitting, first-hand training in the Art of Existential Crisis. With my previous successes amounting to almost nothing, Life disclosed the difference between Success vs Significance. It was time to heal myself for good and pursue the significance of my spirit.

I never would’ve wound up in LA without that medical assault on my wellbeing — I likely never even would’ve gone to college, as I originally never wanted to.

However, I am left in dark gratitude to the Western Medical Industrial Complex for being at the forefront of teaching me about Evil: the violation of Innocence without concern for consequence.

Rejecting Evil and securing Innocence is now a staple in my work and way of life. Without this spiritual-via-medical abuse, I may have never understood the imperative of Sovereign Christic Spirituality, nor been able to appreciate the horrors others are subjected to and suffer from via the rampant normalization of neglect, abuse, and illness in this world, all to serve someone else’s profit.

Nonetheless, the previous career served my true career well. By observing people’s existential toil and turmoil, what made them happy, what made them depressed, and how they dealt with it — or, often, didn’t deal with it well at all — I was granted front row seats to the grueling curriculum of Life on Earth.

This interactive observation of life — paired with the hands-on experience of my own self-immiseration unraveling in real time — stress-tested me (very literally, just ask my Body) and honed my abilities to discern authenticity, innocence, alignment, soul-level depth, and true happiness in their purest states — along with the contrasts that prevent those things from flourishing in the first place.

In this way, from Life’s needless hardships, I learned The Art of Living True.

Let’s be real. In spite of the suffering, I was asking for that existential crisis.

A year into LA, I got a custom license plate.

LIV TRU, it so boldly proclaimed.

Exactly what I wasn’t doing. Each time I walked up to Beemer I was riddled with existential anxiety for knowing I was coming up short in my own integrity. I had been playing small in life, and this was a reminder to jumpstart my courage.

I have a strong bearing on what the Truth is precisely because I’ve lived, experienced, and been burned by so many illusions, deceits, and lies, all vying for my Soul, my resources, and my life.

And all of which proved incompatible with that wholesome memory of another world, thereby easily betraying their mediocrity and falsehoods.

So when people try to convince me of this and that, I remain Sovereign, for I know what True Spirituality is, precisely because I have endured its antithesis.

The Truth is my greatest teacher.

As I am Truth’s devoted student.

And a Knight sides with the Truth, even if it would lead to his death by vicious Lies.

I am on a mission to bring a Mind & Truth approach to Spirituality, a matter which can seem so nebulous and esoteric, or even controversial.

“Heart” this. “Love” that. But what about the Mind? What about Knowing? What about Truth?

I make Spirituality understandable, systematic, and logical — without compromising its flowing spontaneity and extravagant mystery. Spiritual Logic is what my work brings forth.

As a hermit by nature, I’m not interested in the spotlight. (For now.) I function best behind the scenes, as The Hand to Knights & Kings.

For my joy is found in helping Noble Souls — Men in particular — to become more aware of their own majesty, heed their highest potential, materialize their dormant dreams, strengthen their relationships, and live truer lives.

I persevere in this endeavor in a world that was designed to weaken us, subdue us, trick us, break us down, stuff us in a cubicle to slave away — and even annihilate us if our authenticity became too inconvenient for Evil’s ways.

Just ask JFK and MLK about that last bit.

Fortunately, we have entered the age where the Annihilation of Authenticity has lost its gains. It’s time to shed the ignorance of both the Old Age and the New Age and forge a true path beyond them.

When not guiding Noble Men deeper into their power, consciousness, and potential, I spend my days…

• driving country roads in wild pursuit of inspiration
• writing the words that beg me for expression
• working on my cars and their quirks
• editing photos and playing with my drone
• wandering around in the Roverlander
• listening to my favorite music
• ambling through evergreen forests
• extracting insights from shows and movies

and studying all sorts of spiritual, esoteric, and metaphysical matters — while reveling in their connection to healing, happiness, and the rest of Life.

At the end of the day, I’m just a spiritual nerd.

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Live True is my personal maxim.

For to live any other way
is to die years before the grave.

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A glimpse above and beyond the City of Fallen Angels.