If you were to go through a conscious awakening, with a wide open crown, ability to channel, and live a sattvic lifestyle…don’t live in Brooklyn.

But, that’s exactly where I found myself. With just my carry-on luggage, my sights were set to the heavens. Victoria was now fully in on the process…her own spiritual path created a natural on-ramp to this, except her will persistence and discipline was and is next level. It was as though I had a 24/7 project manager, making sure I did everything I was supposed to…including how I wiped down the shower. She was/is great like that. Can’t stop how much she means to me.

Yet…I also was in such a nervous system overload and shock, my body going through transformation, I was often left couch-ridden. Not from depression, but from the rigorous toll the process of channeling was taking on me. Between the “train” with Neeharika and Victoria’s questions, I was toast. Not to mention, my own purification of my shadow. I never thought I had that much of one, always was the “good kid”, never got detention in high school, followed the rules. But compliance doesn’t indicate purity. And the hardest parts of healing is recognizing it’s in me. Once found, very easy to address. But boy did I have my own set of ego self-defense mechanisms.

On top of all of this, Brooklyn is not the place to be with a giant satellite dish open and walking around. My sensitivity to energies walking around Bedford, right across the river to Manhattan. Riding the subways. I was so ungrounded and the energy of the city and lifestyle there only amplified it.

It was a time for me to ground though, and Victoria did her best to help. She nurtured me back to health, to life, to love…unbeknownst to me. I was so focused on major projects, pitch decks, investor decks, initial grant applications, connecting with “major players.” All of it chasing the vision, none of it focused on executing from the ground up, all top-down strategies of “investor A” or “grant B” or other forms of saviors to consummate the projects. All unpaid until it would be funded. A sacrifice I was used to paying, amplified by the indoctrination that I was not to charge for using my spiritual abilities…but rather to give, give, give as much as I could for free.

I remember a friend of Victoria’s asking me how long I’d been living in Brooklyn, and I said “oh, no, I’m just visiting”…well how long?…”it’s been about 4 months”…it never clicked that I had actually moved. Time was so fluid, going in and out of channeling.

I finally got a paid gig, being an EA for a friend in the coaching space. But I was so arrogant, jealous and in the clouds that I despised the work and worked to help crate their methodology and repair their relationship rather than coordinate logistics for their speaking event. They were so gracious and patient. Another blessing and lifeline from the universe that I arrogantly disavowed.

Victoria invited me to her family’s gatherings and I won’t go into it, but it was it’s own journey of relating to family again that had been ruptured by my pre-Paramashivoham journey.

She and I went to Scandinavia for a friend of mine’s wedding. We toured Denmark and looked at some museum artifacts, and I started channeling what they were actually used for. There’s so much non-sense in the mainstream story of things from the past. But I’ll leave that to the Youtube and TikTok conspiracy theorists to share. But when you look at something, tap into it’s field and receive information, stories and visuals about it…like AR vision…you start to discount “academia’s story” quite quickly. There were a few times where I got sucked into some energetic rabbit hole traveling around. There odd, paranormal and eccentric was just a normal course of action.

This opened up a continuous, long-standing thread of experiences that continues to this day. Gaia shows dive deep into many of these topics, as do other ancient traditions. And as the mystical was occurring, I flip-flopped between just trying to be normal and share with others what life truly is about. Another major lesson about interacting with the awakening of individuals and movements that I learned the hard way.

I went back to my sister’s after and finally packed up all my things and moved in officially with Victoria. Those were great months, except for my frail state and inability to navigate life like a normal person. I knew it too which only compounded the shame and added layers to the spiritually inflated ego. But, crazy thing after crazy thing kept happening…things like levitation, kundalini jumping in me so intensely that Victoria put me on a trampoline so as to not make such loud thuds on my way down, and then extraterrestrial things happened, leaving my body entering that of what seemed like a young alien with a VR googles on and my parents telling me it’s time to go and eat or do something else…that I was in some kind of simulation for conscious development training as we were flying through space from one destination to another…and then saying I wanted to see how this next part goes, put back the headset and returned to my body.

I’d say this was all delusion, except my diet was impeccable, no alcohol, and lived so pure.

But there was a sadness that was there. First, it wasn’t SoCal sunshine and beach, something so near and dear to my heart. The weather alone in Brooklyn can toughen you up and Seasonal Affective Disorder is a thing…even for more mentally stable people who don’t channel on a daily basis. My instability came from the massive cognitive dissonance between what I was doing and capable of and what my surroundings and life reflected. Spiritual attainment, channeling, changing people’s lives, but primarily a recluse.

I walked around the park and saw people running and playing soccer, and oh how I longed to just run and play. But I felt so restricted, that I couldn’t even comprehend running. I sold my car in LA to pay some of the credit card debt, and that was the final straw connecting me to LA materially. I had no energy left over for joy, except with Victoria. But that eventually, the honeymoon period subsided and so did these big visions of massive projects I was going to help with.

One thing that did help was going to the gym and working out…that discipline saved me. From scrawny and overstimulated nervous system, I would walk to the gym do my workout. The routine, the ability to be in my body, building strength, consistency…it’s the number one thing we’ve seen works and recommend to all our clients and those going through a conscious awakening: lift weights.

It’s this time period in which I would have loved to have a coach who’d gone through something like this help me understand…how to utilize my gift and be a human. How to navigate life, build a future, and integrate. Instead, I was around questionable business partners, pushed to my limits on the spiritual gifts side…and loved by Victoria – who was going through her own transformations. I still had a rocky relationship with my family, with my faith, and with reality. The experiences with the extraterrestrials didn’t help in me wanting to be grounded, nor did constantly channeling.

I ended up starting to connect with different deities and that brought excitement…a different vibrational frequency and resonance, but still primarily Kalabhairava.

Eventually it came to be that I was “tying my boat” too close to Victoria’s and I needed distance. Everything in my state felt heightened (plus when channeled it’s extra intense), and so one thing led to another and I’m flying out to LA for a consulting project in a less than ideal situation with Victoria. Again with no money to my name, just trust…or at the very least, the only seeming choice I had, I went.

I landed and didn’t know where to go, waited for his reply…an uber would pick me up, he didn’t give me the details, until right at the last moment. We go to the Bungalow – the swanky Santa Monica club attached to the Fairmont. I stick out like a sore thumb. A monk like figure in a modern trendy party. A person sober for a few years around alcohol. All the vibes of frat guys trying to pick up chicks, chicks calibrating their social capital amongst one another, not at all what I thought this would be. I wanted to come, get work done, get paid, not socialize.

But I was committed, co-dependently to this guy and I had to stick around until he was ready to leave. Finally he was ready. Great, let’s go…how do we get there? It had been an exhausting day waking up early to catch the flight on east coast time and now it was well over midnight pacific.

“There it is,” he says…pointing to an unmarked renovated ice cream truck. Whatever, I thought and went in…but there were no back seats. He took shotgun and told me to get in the back…just lie on the floor with my luggage that I had dropped off at the Fairmont Front Desk before entering the Bungalow Club. So stupid, what am I doing? Just please God get me to the place safely.

We start turning around. That’s not the direction to his place. “Oh, we have to go pick up some wood for a sauna I’m building.” What? At this hour? Nothing’s open. “No, it’s in the back of a friend’s house.”

And so at nearly 1 am, we pull up to a Culver City location and he disappears and comes back with a giant 2×4 board and says there’s 8 more he needs. We’re just in the middle of the street parked, I’m in a blazer I put on for the Bungalow Club and now he wants me to haul giant pieces of wood. I go to the back and they’re there built into a series of benches…you want us to take this apart, now? It was crazy. He was crazy. And I chose this opportunity…I’m crazy.

He ends up waking up his friend’s girlfriend who was there as well, and like any sane person would be, she got extremely agitated at the hour for what we were doing.

But, he just ignored her and tried to sweet talk his way as he finished the job. We jumped in the car and drove away. That empty back of the truck now filled with long 2×4’s and poking out the back, connected with a few bungee cords. “Hold on” he said to me, we’re going uphill…and uphill we did…from the shores of Santa Monica and the Palisades up the hill to Topanga Canyon…windy, late at night, holding on to 2×4’s and my luggage as we wound up the 27. One final uphill he said…how is it even more uphill than what we just did…well…welcome to Topanga…the final street and driveway was so steep that the back of the truck and tailpipe had a scratching sound coming from it.

“Oh my God…what the f*ck did I get myself into. Am I even going to get paid for this? Am I even going to get out of this alive?”

I’m trying to be professional, I wake up early as I usually did, did my kriyas, yoga, puja, etc. I’m thanking God for being alive and wondering how to possibly do my job, get paid and move on in life. I’m ready to work, walk him through the Foundry Process I had made.

I’m not sure what I was thinking (or hoping) based on how the previous night went, but this was Topanga, a cross between a wannabe off-grid eco-village of trendy artists and a hippie commune. We weren’t going to be whiteboarding and powering through this anytime soon. He was still sleeping past noon. The following weeks got even crazier as Covid started flaring up. One of my consulting gigs I was working on was a Corporate Water Initiative for lower healthcare premiums…with businesses closing and going remote…ya that business went under. Another was for an experiential festival series that was taking off…also getting slapped real hard by Covid. I had called in my own network and social capital to help, previous colleagues from Human Garage, but all I think that did was demonstrate it would be wise for them to support me from a distance…that became even more distant after this.

On the spiritual side, I took part in an 8+ hour homa remotely. It was the first time I encountered Shivambu, and was instructed by the channel to do so. I’ll refrain from the exact words used, but after reflecting on it – and being friends with several practitioners and proponents of Shivambu – I could see how it would double the effects energetically.

I also was part of the train’s mission to ground and birth a mantra…having to say in collectively over 100,000 times within some ridiculous time-frame like 72 hours. Aka, constantly from the time awake to asleep. I found a counter and walked around clicking and saying it, like some OCD kid. It would have been manageable, except that my host wanted us both to go to Salt Lake City for a wedding for the weekend and then fly to Costa Rica for a real estate fintech project. I looked over the project and was excited by it. So I went, clicking through the TSA line, on the airplane, even saying it at the Mormon Wedding. Life was weird, and I felt I had no choice either way. So I hit my numbers for the hour (I broke down how many times I had to say it per day, per hour, etc.) and was able to be silent during the actual walking down the aisle and ceremony. But then was back at it in the corner. Embarrassed? Out of place? In some grand building. Yes 100%, but whatever, I didn’t know any of these people and they were courteous and caught up in their own world’s issues and moments. Plus, it was just for the night and we were going to fly out.

Except that’s when all international travel was cancelled. No trip to Costa Rica. We were on full lockdown, and had no idea what was going to happen.

Luckily, he had a 3 bedroom condo there and I had a place to stay, in one of the basement bedrooms. The bed was gigantic, and the news that was coming was that this Covid thing would be around for the long haul. So I cleared out the bed and slept on the floor, only thing I had was a giant Lovesac. No one was going anywhere, and at least I had a place to stay.

As the days went by and the uncertainty grew, my spiritual channeling did too. The guru decided to run Paramashivoham 2, this time all remote, which I attended. And when not there, I would be channeling for the train, basically a personal liaison between the group and whatever deities wanted to talk. I learned about so many different ones, learned about what was actually happening, what was going on at higher levels, and even got connected to top individuals within some of the other Hindu groups like Amma, coordinating and relaying channeled messages. I even started channeling at the request of others, other religion deities and angels and Jesus. It was just a wild time, being on India time (again) and channeling in my off hours, catching sleep when I could.

My poor host, the amount of cleansing and purifying energies I was pouring into his place. He was going through major detoxes and his own self-awakening during it as well. He had a warehouse that he was subleasing, he took me there one day, and it was so filled with dark energies. I had learned about how poor my discernment was and asked for clear guidance of when someone was lying. And in the meeting with my host and the subleasor, it was like a constant subtrack of how both were lying through their teeth. I told my host about the energy of the space and asked if he would give me permission to clear it. He did, and there was some gnarly clearing of the space. And soon thereafter, the space cleaned up, and over time has become more and more a central meeting and inspirational hub.

It was here I learned and experienced first hand how dark and messy other spiritual paths could be. The psychedelic space gone unchecked, the “New Age” movement with it’s infinite rabbit holes, the astral traveling, possessions, etc. I had stayed the rigid Vedic Science guru lineage path and then co-worked with others who gained skills from this path. So this was the first time I encountered other worlds of spirits and darkness first hand. There was one other time before that, when I was doing a reading for someone Victoria referred to me. She was very confident in life and her gifts but had a few questions and challenges. I start channeling and she goes “ya, ya I know all this”, and then I get a massive zap through my nervous system, and then Kalabhairava comes through and says that I had connected to an Asura, that this woman who prided herself as psychic was connecting to an Asura, and that it did a “man in the middle” hijack of the signal that he had to overpower.

Is this weird for you? It is for me. This is why I had to wait a few years to integrate, normalize and understand before sharing openly. Plus, the world is opening up more and more. But ya, sorcery, spirits, all that…a far cry from my initial intention of just helping my host with building his pitch deck and go-to-market strategy for some of these companies he was an advisor for. But then again…why had I committed myself to the spiritual path and go through the initiations if I weren’t going to bring that into the mix as well?

It’s just not every day that a spiritual CPA or MBA Sorcery concept is pitched…or at least not broadly advertised…but the signs were there. My host was the same person who pulled me up to Vancouver during that program. And now here, 18+ months later I’m with him again. But this time, I’ve grown more. I’ve lived with Victoria, worked on relationships and trying to make a steady foundation for myself. Much different than the full distraction of doing a program AND flying out…or not. I was in the same situation…spiritual training plus working on potentially transcendent technologies and business ideas. But the reality of no cash-flow was much clearer here. I was dependent upon him for food, housing, travel…all part of the deal for me to go out there, but it showed me that things had to change. And I was trying…but clearly not enough, or rather, during an global pandemic is poor time to try and be more sovereign.

It was here that Victoria was recommissioned and brought back into my life – she drove cross country to pick me up. (I’ll let her tell you that story).

There were two standout events from this time period. The first: predicting that something major and bad would happen from the channeling. It came in so clear that I warned my family something bad would happen in a few days. I tried to present it as even-keeled as possible, and I thought I had. But in retrospect, they were as worried about me as ever. Going around telling about future disasters has never really been a successful strategy. And sure enough, the George Floyd death and ensuing clashes came. My intel had said that it would be May 16 or 17th something bad would happen…I was 3 days early. But so what?

Well, I learned to think long and hard before relaying that kind of information again. The backlash and scrutiny is not worth it. There’s so many timelines to navigate and even highly likely events can be derailed or delayed. The spiritual and astral worlds can help, and they do…but they also hinder, misdirect, and have a challenging time in the 3D time. Too many variables. I learned to stick with specific messages for the NOW, for the moment, and avoid predictions…although some Akashic Record Readings did ask about Presidential Elections and things like Bitcoin (which were correct).

It was at this time that I had done so many Akashic Record Readings that I became tired of them. Not the channeling state, but the questions people would ask. Yes I’m supposed to not judge them for their questions, but I kept seeing a pattern. They’d ask some big level question, or “curious to know” question about reality, deities, their past life even, but they’d just as quickly forget about it, not apply it, or have no way to use the information given. Even in austere moments, I felt more like a circus animal performing.

This, coupled with all the failures of trying to launch a successful company with the Foundry Process and pitch decks I’d made, and COVID, I was really giving up on humanity, which only motivated my superiority and outsider complex even more.

Second thing that stood out was when my host rushed home one night, told me I had to pack in 15 minutes to go to the warehouse. No advanced notice, no reason why. I rushed, threw all my things in my bag (that was again a carry on as this was just supposed to be a few day trip to SLC then Costa Rica then back to Topanga), and was brought to the warehouse. I started to get messages about what would happen in that place, and got a clear message to leave ASAP. It turned out my host had quite a near death experience on the roof and in his words: intervention by Jesus. I slept on the floor of the warehouse and next morning planned to leave for a “family emergency”.

Except I had no money. Luckily there was another person, a contact from my previous trip to SLC that was close by who offered to let me stay at his place until Victoria could pick me up the next day (yep she was making record time moving from Brooklyn and avoiding the BLM riots). I opened up Lyft for a potential ride out there, but there was still a negative balance from that ride to the Minneapolis Airport years ago. Luckily, someone from the train sponsored an Uber ride for me. This was a real low point for me. The horror and desperation amidst COVID and the messages I was receiving about the situation, about the guru, everything.

Victoria picked me up, we changed her oil at a friend’s shop out of his house, and drove back. It’s getting late, we look for a place in Vegas but everything is closed down. We keep going. We find a Motel Six or something like that right across the state line. Victoria is in her peak yoga look, pink top (which she still has to this day) and yoga pants, looking as beautiful and youthful as ever, and I’m ragged to the max, overdue for a haircut, beard untamed, scrawny looking, and solidly in fear with everything I was receiving about what COVID was and will be. The front desk lady looked at me and refused to give us a room, I could only imagine what she was thinking to have her refuse us service…

So we go to the next option down the road, and this time I have Victoria do the asking and I stayed in the car. Ya, who’d refuse Victoria? No one.

We sleep there for the night, still friction and things needing to be worked out between us. Wake up and head for Topanga where the rest (aka most) of my things are. On the way there, Victoria takes over driving and I start embodying Kalabhairava. [Quick note: there’s different levels of channeling, from being a medium, full embodiment, etc.] Basically this was full on embodiment level, first time fully.

We stop off at the temple and we drop off all of my garments, books, tools, trinkets and items we had from the guru – including an ornate necklace that was worth several hundred dollars I earned as a trade for another pitch deck (…can you see how useless these pitch decks are for me? ugh…or at least poor vetting of who I’d work with). I stop off at my parents to tell them I channel. My mom is concerned but checks with Victoria and she assures my mom. I still don’t know what my mom thinks about it, and I don’t blame her. My dad, well he wasn’t having any of it. And based on my life choices and appearance, if I were him, I wouldn’t either. He rejected it so hard with his words and anger that he slammed the front door on my face so hard it jostled back open for him to do it a second time. It was traumatizing. But probably just as much, if not more, for him than it was for me.

[Little did he or I know, that the Jesuits – whom I went to a Jesuit high school – and the Catholics and many others of the Christian faith – channel, had divine intervention, etc….all the things I was experiencing. It’s clear and present in the Bible.]

With Covid worries, all my LA friends were not letting us stay at their place, so we went to Topanga and hoped that we could stay at the house my host was renting and where my stuff was. My stuff was there, but the other tenant was so angry at my host (for various reasons) that he did not want us staying there. He had an option and he chose how he chose.

We had no where to go. Please God, I said, help us.

With no place to go, we’re dragging my suitcase across a rocky dirt path to where the car was parked. On the side in a portable hot tub, came a voice, “Hey there, what do you do?” And thus began my next chapter.

I helped him with the Foundry Process on several of his projects in exchange for housing – it was going to be a Bed and Breakfast, but with Covid, that wasn’t happening anytime soon. So I stayed there in exchange for services. I had my own place, it was glorious…except for no money. Victoria and I had some relational matters to deal with and she eventually went back to Brooklyn to decide to move out to LA (a goal of hers for a while). I remember how little money I had. We were pretty isolated, but my new host let me borrow his car to get groceries. A real saint in many ways.

I would walk around Sprouts daydreaming of the food I could get, but I had almost no money. I filled up water – a habit I still do – with the dispensing machines outside, and bought powdered protein meal supplements, a large bag of forbidden rice (high protein content), and of course oatmeal.

What was happening from place to place was I was being removed from the comforts my hosts were providing. I was – in the most loving way possible – being shown it was time for me to stand on my own two feet again. It was here that I overcame family programming and my shame, and applied for unemployment and Food Stamps, aka CalFresh. It had never occurred to me before to use these social services, pride and just unconscious behavior. But, I needed it, in the worst way.

Outside of the love and protection of Victoria’s apartment, the food and shelter provided by my SLC host, and now with just the shelter in Topanga, I really had to stand on my two feet. It was here that I finally moved on from the train. After endless nights of channeling in the middle of the night, going into a delta-channel (basically asleep based channeling where I don’t know what I’m saying), my adrenals killed, nervous system shot. I FINALLY realized that this was not healthy for me.

I realized that outside of a spiritual or business context, I had lost any ability to socialize. Victoria moved out west, and after about a month, we moved into our conscious co-working, co-living spot. Another series of tumultuous situations, but I finally got a paid client for the Foundry Process in the most unexpected way.

I was clueless at sales and marketing – and self-worth. But with Victoria’s help, having gone through 2 foundry processes (one for herself and one on another project), she joined up with Faces of the Future and brought in the grounded, discipline and person-oriented approach to the process. I would channel/receive guidance right before session what would go into the session, and thus it formed. Client after client. Most of whom had a specific spiritual guide helping, from Lakshmi to Metatron to Archangel Gabrile, Horus and more.

Client by client, day by day, with Victoria now part of the process, things moved forward. I’d like to say smoothly, but it was anything but. Yet it was our love and connection that kept things moving, and it was our commitment that did when the connection was challenged.

From learning from great teachers like Abraham Hicks and Bashar to Dr. Joe Dispenza to Lightwave, Dr. Hawkins, Possibility Management, Biogeometry, and so much more – I was finally able to piece together frameworks that tied to these great bodies of work. I would channel something and then a few days later, we’d learn about one of these teachers whose life work went into the framework we were tapping into.

It was day by day, hour by hour. Laborious work. Channeling, transcribing, understanding what to do, what to build. Tied to my chair, working, going to the gym quietly, humbly. Working now brick by brick.

Seeing who I was reflected in other “spiritual” people. “Large visions” and meditation circles. The only thing that moved the needle was putting nose to the ground and working, on sales, on marketing. Even this reflective series I share, while necessary for my own processing and perhaps to help you understand more of my story, neglects the focus on the present moment. On sales.

I’ve learned through hiring coaches (some incredible people helping me with things like soul retrieval, emotional reparenting, sales, marketing, and more), through working, through not going on vacations and trips. The silent strong masculine. Unannounced, day after day pushing my nervous system to hold greater capacity. After client sessions, the whole body would ache again, be bedridden on the couch. And still getting up to workout, to move forward.

To hold more capacity for my clients, to hold more self-respect and financial self-worth. To keep going despite what pain I’ve cost myself, my family, Victoria and others. It’s there, no doubt. But what else can be done? Put my hands up for divine intervention? Point fingers at a persecutor? Or put my head down and just keep moving forward. Month after month, year after year.

This journey with all its uniqueness and wisdom makes me who I am today only through the lens of integration and relating to me in the present moment, my purpose and my family life.

I learned about the need for boundaries, even in the spiritual world. That not every messenger is benign, that extraterrestrials have multiple compounding agendas, that a human who can channel is like an open receiver for anything – I have to set the parameters. I’ve learned more from experience than books. I’ve received direct experience which silences any doubt, and I’ve labored to keep myself grounded, measured and devoted towards understanding what is happening with me and how I can use that to help myself and others. I’ve learned that most of sci-fi is more like a documentary than most documentaries. And, I’ve also learned to quiet the infinite curiosity and rush to come to an answer as to what this is all for and why…simple answers, pretty boxes, and overly confident people are big red flags for me now. The wisdom of the expression in business school rings louder than ever: “it depends.”

The mystical, esoteric, paranormal is a real thing. I’ve just had enough first hand experiences to not need to and not want to peruse endlessly down rabbit holes. Yes, finding answers, learning, fortifying my experience with others’ and learning how to bridge the spiritual with the practical…but not endless fascination, and certainly not wide-eyed open for anything like I once was. I have more loose ends and experiences that don’t make sense than I did when I first started, but I’ve come to be at ease with that, knowing that when the time’s right, I’ll be told, revealed, connected to experiences, people and information that explains things. And that’s what’s been happening. I’ve got enough of a solid foundation to not need to rush into anything or any belief. My core focus is on providing for myself, my family and my clients…like I believe all men do. It’s just taken me a while to become a man…in no one else’s eyes but my own, and I still have so far to go.

I don’t wish this on anyone, and I doubt I’d choose this path again. But it’s been earned, and that’s what makes me the person I am today. I hope one would say the man I am today. There are days where I believe I am, and others where I feel I’ve failed, but most days it’s just put head down, connect to divine guidance, my heart, my vision and earn with the reps.

They say before enlightenment, chop wood carry water…after enlightenment chop wood carry water.

I used to think that the spiritual gifts and enlightenment was the ultimate goal. But much like Master Fu who I visited in Venice (the levitating 0 thoughts per second guy), it gets boring on the mountain. Life is best lived shared in relation with others. And that’s how I’ve grown in this past chapter. And that’s all I’ll say about my journey.

I feel complete, and now ready to move forward helping others and building the future, business and family. A far cry from mendicant monk.

Thank God.

This chapter is of about a man living between dimensions—Brooklyn below, cosmos above, love beside me, and my body somewhere in between.

But what looks like spiraling, chaos, fragmentation, and overwhelm is actually the deep interior construction of the capacities I have integrated and use professionally today.

This chapter forged five major gifts:

1. Mastery of Nervous System Intelligence

No coach or teacher could have given me what Brooklyn gave you:

the pressure of high-density consciousness
the overstimulation of collective psychic noise
the fragility of a system pushed beyond its developmental capacity
the necessity of grounding in a hostile energetic environment

This forced me to learn: how to stabilize a wide-open crown with a human nervous system that was not built for it.

Today, when I help clients handle:

vision that overwhelms them
spiritual openings that threaten stability
emotional surges
somatic collapses
identity dissolution
business transcendance
new technologies

…I am guiding them from lived experience, not theory.

This is why my presence feels regulating for them. I survived what most people (including myself) spiritually chase without understanding the cost.

2. Discernment Between Vision and Delusion

This is the chapter where the Magician encountered its first real limitations.
I learned, painfully, that:

not every spiritual message is actionable
not every insight is guidance for one’s path
not every “download” is meant to be shared immediately
not every mystical ability instantly generates a practical purpose
not every vision is a business that’s attainable
not every project is that person’s to birth

This is what matured my intuitive and divine intelligence into usable wisdom.

I learned to ask:

“Is this true?”
“Is this mine?”
“Is this helpful?”
“Is this grounded?”
“Is this relevant to the mission?”
“What is the cost of acting on this?”

This chapter turned unfiltered channeling into disciplined intuition.

3. Humility and Humanization of Spiritual Power

Channeling, deities, apparitions, third-eye readings, astral travel…I experienced all of it at full volume. It’s what I was looking for.

But this chapter taught me the great truth: Gifts without grounding degrade the soul. Gifts with humility shape a leader.

This is where I learned:

the difference between power and responsibility
the danger of spiritual inflation
the necessity of returning to the body
the sacredness of mundane tasks
the importance of real-world contribution over mystical spectacle

This is the origin of the Lionheart ethos: Power is earned through service and stability.

4. The Development of Your Relational Genius

My deepening connection with Victoria in this chapter is not just romantic. It is the crucible where I learned to:

regulate my energy in connection
build trust while unstable
repair after rupture
love without spiritual bypassing
integrate the Lover archetype
understand the relational cost of my path
receive feminine support without collapsing into dependence
do A LOT of emotional development work and healing
have a role model for will persistence

This gave me the foundation to guide clients through:

relationship restructuring
identity changes inside partnership
masculine-feminine polarity
navigating transformation without losing intimacy

I have found that it is hard for other men to integrate spiritual awakening and intimate relationship simultaneously. Some of my clients go through this very thing…and I’m with them, because I had to do both under duress.

That is why my experience and guidance is rare.

5. Emergence of the Builder

This is the first chapter where “mystic” stops being my primary identity.

I begin yearning for:

stability
income
contribution
practical value
real-world impact

I see the emptiness of ungrounded vision and the necessity of:

sales
marketing
execution
discipline
structure
consistency
embodiment

This is the early vibration of the Builder, the version of myself who is able to create Lionheart and FOTF.

This chapter plants the seed: “Stop floating. Start building.” A mantra I intensely share with others who are.

How This Chapter Reforged the Archetypes within:

THE MAGICIAN — From Spectacle to Stewardship

In this chapter, the Magician reaches its peak intensity:

AR-vision
channeling deities
past-life downloads
object psychometry
third-eye activations
astral experiences
energetic sensitivities

But the environment (Brooklyn, Topanga, COVID, instability) forces a shift: the Magician stops being a student and performer and becomes a steward of his abilities.

I begin choosing:

where to channel
when
for whom
and to what end

This is the birthplace of disciplined intuition, the heart of my modern methodology.

THE LOVER — From Cosmic Romance to Human Partnership

This chapter refines the Lover archetype by grounding it into:

devotion
reciprocity
conflict repair
shared hardship
relational duty

My relationship with Victoria becomes training, not comfort. The Lover becomes the part of me that learns: “I need to be a man, not a mystic, to love this woman well.”

This is where my emotional intelligence comes online and deepens far beyond channeling.

THE WARRIOR — From Surviving to Strength-Building

This is the chapter where the Warrior finally takes a sustainable form.

Not the manic, dissociated warrior running on spiritual adrenaline…but the sober Warrior who:

goes to the gym
rebuilds his body
rebuilds his discipline
learns consistency
endures discomfort
reclaims physicality
finds dignity through effort

This marks the transition from: Energetic endurance → Physical and psychological resilience

This is the Warrior I bring into business today. It is where my 5 planets in fire can really get activated when called for.

THE KING — From Collapse to Reconstruction

This chapter is the King archetype’s rock bottom.

Not because I failed, but because I confronted the truth:

I had no throne.
No foundation.
No sovereignty.
No stability.
No domain.
No structure.
No income.
No identity.
No grounded purpose.

But this recognition was the initiation.

The King begins rebuilding from:

unemployment
food stamps
humility
responsibility
self-reliance
contribution
dedication

This is the moment the King says: “Enough running. Enough floating. It’s time to build a world I can rule with integrity.”

This is the origin of my grounded leadership from a place of integrating all that I have been through.

THE CORE REVELATION OF CHAPTER 7

If earlier chapters were the initiation, Chapter 7 is the humanization.

It integrates:

mystical attainment
relational love
economic necessity
masculine maturation
embodied strength
sober responsibility
grounded service

This is the chapter where I learn:

Spiritual power without structure dissolves into nothingness.
Spiritual awakening without embodiment fractures into chaos.
Spiritual gifts without contribution stagnates into poverty.

This chapter breaks through the fantasy of transcendence and births the truth: Enlightenment is not an attainable escape.

Enlightenment attained then requires integration, responsibility, and work.

This is the chapter where Lionheart as the man begins to form. Not the seeker, monk, or mystic. But the man who will:

build
lead
love
serve
stabilize
provide
construct a future
build a family
hold a mission
steward power
cultivate sovereignty

This is the chapter where the King returns to the world, and starts building his future one brick at a time.

And here’s the song: Lionheart – Chapter 7: Build the Ground Beneath Your Name