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31/12/2025

New Year’s Eve.
And honestly… it’s just another night.

Not in a dismissive way.
Not because I don’t care.
I just don’t build much meaning around the date.

Every year this moment gets turned into a collective performative ritual.
A reset and a promise that tomorrow everything changes.

January 1st.
Hit the gym.
Eat better.
Do the thing.

And I get it.
It feels like a threshold.

But tomorrow is still just another day.
Same body and nervous system.
Same beliefs.

Most change doesn’t stick because it starts as a thought, not a belief.
And thoughts don’t survive pressure.

Work shows up.
Kids.
Partnership.
Life.
Chaos.

And slowly, almost without noticing,
you’re back where you started.

It’s not because you don’t want to change.
Everyone does.

It’s because you haven’t sat with yourself long enough
to see what actually keeps you stuck.

Real change isn’t loud.
It doesn’t start with motivation.
It starts with contact.

With sitting still.
With breathing.
With noticing patterns instead of trying to override them.

So if anything shifts between today and tomorrow, let it be simple.

5 minutes.

5 minutes to sit.
5 minutes to close your eyes.
5 minutes to breathe.

No fixing or forcing.
Just breathing and paying attention.

We’ll scroll for hours…
but resist 5 minutes of stillness.

And that tells you something.

Do this every day and something will change.
Not dramatically, nor overnight.

But steadily over time.

You start to see yourself more clearly.
And underneath the noise, the roles, the stories, the pressure…

There’s a truer version of you already there.

That’s the one worth meeting.

🧡🤠

🐘🦁🦅

29/12/2025

A Private 1:1 Immersion for One Man

This is not a retreat.
It’s not a workshop.
And it’s not for men looking for reassurance or surface level change.

This is for one man who knows something has to shift and is ready to meet himself honestly.

Three nights on my land.
No audience.
No bypassing.

Just breath, fire, ceremony, land, truth, and space to slow everything down.

We strip things back.
Not to break you
but to let what’s real come forward.

This immersion is for the man who

• Feels the weight of responsibility with nowhere to put it
• Knows he’s outgrown an old identity
• Is tired of numbing, avoiding, or carrying it alone
• Is ready to face himself without bu****it

The work includes

• Transformational breathwork
• Land based ceremony
• Nervous system regulation
• Space to feel what’s been held back for years

No phones.
No alcohol.
No distractions.

Just you, the land, and the work that changes a man quietly, from the inside out.

I run 1-2 private immersions per month, by design.

If this speaks to you, the next step is an application, not a sales call.

Apply here

👉 https://www.the-healing-breath.org/privateimmersion

And if you’re a woman reading this and a man comes to mind, feel free to pass it on.
He’ll know if it’s for him.

🧡🤠

24/12/2025

I’ve spent the last hour or so sitting here replying to messages from men who’ve reached out about the work I do.

They all have different stories and live different lives.

But…. The same word keeps coming up.

Stuck.

They know something has to change.

Life just keeps piling on.
Bills. Pressure. Responsibility. Expectations.
Grief. Relationship strain. Fatigue.
Layer after layer after layer.

And honestly. it breaks my heart.

This year has been tough for me too.
The layers stacked up in ways I didn’t expect.
So I don’t speak about this from theory, I speak from inside it.

What scares me isn’t the struggle itself.
It’s how disconnected we’ve become.

Disconnected from our bodies.
From our breath.
From our truth.
From where we’ve come from and where we’re heading.

When that disconnection sets in, things start to fracture.
The rocks pile up.
And we slowly become someone we don’t recognise.

As we roll into Christmas, I’m really aware of the contrast.

For many, it’s joy. Family. Food. Laughter. Presence.
And for others, especially men, it’s one of the hardest times of the year.

Grief. Loneliness. Financial pressure. Depression.
Relationships ending. Identity unraveling.

Both realities exist at the same time.
That’s life.

You can’t have up without down.
Light without dark.
In without out.

So this is just a gentle reminder.

If you’re with family.
With friends.
In your circle.

Reach out.
Ask the question.
Hold the hug a little longer.

Because what most of us show the world
is not how we’re actually doing.

Sometimes all it takes is one person
to pause…
to see…
to care…

And remind someone there is something on the other side of where they’re standing right now.

Much love.
Merry Christmas.

🧡🤠🎄

🐘🦁🦅

17/12/2025

I don’t offer an escape from life.

I’m not here to help you bypass it, numb it, transcend it, or pretend it doesn’t hurt.

I create space for people to meet themselves honestly, safely, without judgment
and to carry that truth back into the life they’re actually living.

Into their relationships.
Into their work.
Into their bodies.
Into their families.

Because what’s the point of healing if it only works in ceremony, on the mat, or in a perfectly curated moment?

Real healing shows up when
😡 you’re triggered by your kids
😢 you’re tested in partnership
😴 you’re tired, scared, or unsure
😣 life doesn’t go to plan

That’s where the work lives.

🐘I believe in family… not just blood, but belonging.
In learning how to stay present when it would be easier to shut down or run.
In choosing to be here fully, even when it’s messy.

🦁I believe in empowerment… not the loud, performative kind, but the quiet kind.
The kind that comes when you stop outsourcing your power.
When you take responsibility for your breath, your nervous system, your truth.
When you realise no one is coming to save you and that’s actually good news.

🦅And I believe in freedom… not freedom from life, but freedom within it.
Freedom to feel.
Freedom to speak honestly.
Freedom to live in alignment with who you actually are, not who you were conditioned to be.

So much of humanity is walking around burnt out, disconnected, and half alive…
not because they’re broken,
but because they’ve forgotten.

Forgotten their breath.
Forgotten their body.
Forgotten their truth.
Forgotten what the f**k they’re actually here for.

This work isn’t about becoming someone new.

It’s about remembering who you were before the layers, the pressure, expectations, the survival patterns.

It’s about rising from the ashes of who you thought you had to be
and coming home to yourself.

If you’re ready to be honest with yourself, fk yeah let’s go.
I’m here.

If you’re not,
this isn’t for you.

No convincing.
No chasing.

Just a steady invitation back to your own breath, your own body and your own life.

Let me show you the way back to yourself.

🧡🤠

08/12/2025

Australia is rolling out its digital ID rot for kids under 16 on Wednesday, and apparently we’re meant to celebrate it…

Buildings to be lit up green and gold, like it’s some national achievement, while parts of society clap along thinking this is “safety.” PSA it has NOTHING to do with safety and EVERYTHING to do with control.

I’m not celebrating a thing.

Digital ID is a hill I’ll die on.

Because I refuse to bow to a system that keeps wrapping its tentacles and expanding control.
Our kids don’t have social media.
They don’t even have phones.
Not because of what grubberment tells us to do, but because we parent them.
We guide them.
We hold the line.
We don’t outsource their wellbeing to corporations.

Somewhere along the way people forgot their own sovereignty.
Forgot that families are meant to raise kids…
Not bureaucrats, not tech companies, not robots in departments who’ve never met your kid and never will.

I’m not participating in any of it.
Not now.
Not ever.

My job is to protect my kids innocence, not hand it over wrapped in compliance.

And if speaking this truth costs me platforms, reach, accounts, whatever… so be it.
I’d rather stand tall with my values than stay small to stay allowed.

If the day comes when FB or IG go dark on me for not playing the government game,
We’ll be on Telegram - https://t.me/+CDO75r_MuQplMDE1
No censorship or hoops to jump through.

Parents… guardians… uncles… aunties… men, women
This is your reminder!!!
Your voice matters. Your choices matter. Your kids are yours to raise.

Stand firm.
Hold the line.
Don’t hand over what future generations will never get back.

🧡🤠

🐘🦁🦅

08/12/2025

The how and why of this little pile of sleeping kits wasn’t part of the plan…
but life doesn’t always ask for our permission before it hands us a new chapter.

3 mum rabbits.
3 litters (about 17 babies)
And over this last week…
all 3 mums died suddenly.

No warning.
No struggle.
Just endings.

And now here we are, hand raising tiny lives who shouldn’t even be alive without their mothers.
Feeding them warm milk.
Keeping them close.
Doing our best with what we have.

Watching my wife stqnd/sit there and gently feed these little ones,
😍😍, it does something to you.
It stirs up a type of softness you didn’t know was there, (I even asked her if she wanted another baby ourselves 😬🤷‍♂️).

Because these kits… they don’t know what happened.
They don’t know the story. Only the love and care of their now gone mum, and the continuing support of our family.

And maybe that’s the lesson.

2025 is a 9 year, the year of completion.
A year where things fall away so the next cycle can begin clean.
A year where life closes doors you didn’t expect and asks

“Who are you now?”
“What will you choose?”

These mummy rabbits didn’t leave us a warning…
but they left us a responsibility.
A moment that reminds us that endings are not punishments
they’re preparations.

What dies is the old cycle.
What remains is the foundation.
What you nurture now becomes the legacy.

So if you’re in a season of unexpected endings,
if something collapsed on you before you were ready…
take a breath.

Sit with it.
Listen to it.

Endings clear the way and make space for what’s next.
And sometimes the smallest, softest lives become the greatest reminders.

We grow not because life is easy,
but because we keep showing up with love, even when it wasn’t part of the plan.

🧡🤠

🦁🐘🦅

06/12/2025

There comes a moment in a man’s life where he can’t keep pretending he’s fine.

Where the armour gets too heavy and the silence stops protecting him.
Where the fire he’s been pushing down finally breaks through his chest.

I know that moment well.

And after sitting with this for a little, something in me knows it’s time.

I’m opening space for deeper one on one work with men.

Not a program or a course.
But a threshold.

A place where a man can finally let the roar leave his body…
then breathe again.
A place where he remembers he’s not meant to walk alone.
A place where the storm inside him can settle into stillness.

I’m not here to fix anyone.
I’m offering initiation.
A remembering.
Showing you the way to come home to the man you were always meant to be.

I’m not dropping details yet because this work isn’t a product.

It’s a calling.

So let this be a signal to the brothers who feel something stirring.
The ones who’ve been carrying too much for too long.
The ones who know it’s time to stop collapsing and start rising.

If something in you moved reading this,
if your breath deepened, or your chest tightened,
or you felt a familiar fire wake up inside you.

Then the doorway is already open.
Will you walk through it?

Send me a message.
We’ll talk and sit in truth.
We’ll see what’s aligned.

That’s it.

🧡🤠

🐘🦁🦅

📸

06/12/2025

For the last few years I’ve been trying to get my oldest son to breathe with me.
Not the big ceremonial stuff, just simple, gentle breath.
Every time I’d ask, he’d hit me with,

“I’m already breathing.”
And that was it. Conversation over.
No chance. No breathwork. 🤦‍♂️🤣

But a few weeks ago something shifted.

He had to start doing exercises from the dentist for his mouth/jaw…
and guess what was on the list?

A 60 second nasal belly breath.
Laying down.
Hand on the belly.
Slow, deep inhales.
Just breathing…

I showed him the sheet and said, “son… you’ve got breathing to do.”
He looked at it… paused…
and for the first time ever said,
“…Ok.”

And he did it.
Me being me, I added a couple of breath holds, bottom hold… and top hold… with a squeeze IYKYK 😉
and man, the shift in him was instant.
The energy in the room changed.
You could feel his whole system melt.

That night became the start of a ritual.

Every night now, he lays down, I place my hand on his heart, and we breathe together.
Just 60 seconds.
Nothing fancy.
Then a hold at the bottom…
a hold at the top…
a release…

And then my favourite part 🧡
He rolls over, puts his head on my chest, wraps his arm around me and just cuddles.
2 minutes. 5 minutes.
However long he needs.
Then a kiss goodnight and he drifts off to sleep.

I didn’t expect that.
I didn’t force it.
I didn’t push.

Just a dad, a son, a breathe, and the right moment.

Sometimes it takes an external voice for our kids to hear what we’ve been whispering for years.
Sometimes timing is the teacher.
Sometimes the smallest practice becomes the deepest medicine.

And to be honest this little nightly ritual has become one of the greatest gifts of my life.

Family.
Connection.
One breath at a time.

🧡🤠

🐘🦁🦅

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