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04/11/2025

The card I pulled this morning said Embrace your inner gypsy.
Freedom. Fun. Music.

And I felt that.
Because lately I’ve been so focused on building, providing, protecting…
that I’d forgotten the joy of just moving.

Today was my first proper workout in nearly a year.
30 minutes of shuttles. Walking, running and breathing a life back into my body that it hasn’t had for long time.
Part of me was scared to do it.
I could feel the resistance, the comfort whispering.
Then I saw my eldest son watching me.

That was it.
Because he’s learning from what I do, not what I say.

So I moved.
Not to chase old strength, but to remember what freedom feels like in motion.
To shake off the dust.
To sweat.
To feel alive again.
And f**k it felt GREAT!!!

And on reflection, sometimes embracing our inner gypsy isn’t about travel or festivals.
It’s about letting the body dance again, and even if that dance is running,
letting the music of life flow through you.

We can eat clean, breathe deep, and do all the inner work…
but the joy from movement, that’s medicine too.

So this one’s for the wild ones remembering their rhythm.
The parents showing their kids what it means to rise.
And anyone who forgot how good it feels to just move.

We have one body, treat it well and it will give back tenfold.

🧡🤠

🐘🦁🦅

03/11/2025

Some days aren’t planned as ceremony… they just become one.

It began this morning with my normal rhythm, then fire and breath.
I sat with my sacred pipe and blue lotus before stepping into the sauna, cleansed with palo santo, incense, and medicina de flores.
Yellow light therapy, solar plexus frequencies played.
33 minutes of heat.
10… 20… 30 breaths.
Each round ending in a hold, a squeeze, and release.
And in those releases, I left.
Fractals, colours, light, I was gone for what felt like a lifetime but was only seconds, returning lighter.
My son joined too and we finished with a cold plunge.

Later, as the sun started to drop, the creek called.
I took my journal and the sacred cigar I’d saved for this land, and wrote myself a letter of truths.
Each paragraph sealed with smoke.
Birds circling all around me, wind rising and rustling at the perfect moments.
The land was listening.

When the words were done, I offered the cigar back,
part buried beneath our avocado tree, part given to the flowing water.
Fire to earth. Air to water.

And to close the day… jumping online with the bros
The breathe I did, fkn hell.
Emotional and powerful.
A perfect wrap to the elements and to the day.

You don’t need the perfect space or tools to create ceremony.
You just need presence.
A moment to meet yourself.
To listen.
To remember.

Life itself is the altar.

🧡🤠

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P.S. The Tabernacle wasn’t smoked in the ordinary sense of what people think “smoking” is. It’s prayer in motion, a way of offering breath and intention to the unseen. In ancient times, the tabernacle was the meeting place between heaven and earth, a sacred dwelling for spirit to reside among the people.

That’s why this cigar felt right for this land.
This place is our living tabernacle, a sanctuary built of rock, water, wind, and fire.
Each draw wasn’t for pleasure but for presence.
Each release, a prayer sending gratitude and truth upward, weaving my words into the air, to the land, and to whatever listens beyond.

30/10/2025

You don’t need to leave your body to touch the infinite.
You just need to breathe.

Science tells us the lungs may produce more DMT than any other organ in the body.
But those who’ve met the breath already know this.
When you breathe consciously, not to survive, but to awaken…. something begins to move.

The air changes texture.
The mind loosens its grip.
The body starts speaking in energy, not words.

That’s not imagination.
That’s life remembering itself through you.

The lungs are sacred alchemists.
They turn invisible air into presence and emotion into energy.
When you meet them with intention, they open doors most people spend lifetimes searching for.

The psychedelic experience isn’t limited to plants, toads, or seekers in the jungle.
It’s encoded in your biology.
The breath is the bridge to all things.

Try this 👇
Find a quiet space.
Lie down.
Breathe in deeply through your nose,
and out through your mouth. Belly, chest, out. Circular breaths, no pause between each inhale/exhale.
Do this for just 5-10 minutes with soft music, eyes closed, and no interruptions.

As the energy builds, you may feel tingling, lightness, emotion, or visions.
That’s normal.
Stay present.
If at any point it feels too strong, slow your breath, return to gentle nasal breathing, and let the sensations settle.

This is the ancient medicine.
The original ceremony.
The reminder that Spirit isn’t somewhere else but right here within you, breathing with you, waiting to be remembered.

Conscious breathing is psychedelic
not because it takes you away,
but because it brings you home.

🧡🤠

🐘🦁🦅

25/10/2025

Today was truly something special.

My first cacao and breathwork ceremony since the end of July.
The first ever held here on our land.
And the first time my wife has ever sat in circle with me and experienced ceremony with

I couldn’t hold back my tears opening the space.
3 years of holding these journeys for others… and today, my family was woven right into it.
The energy felt different from the start, more complete.

Taylor helped serve the cacao, his hands steady and focused before curling up on the lounge, taking it all in and drifting to sleep.
I feel that childlike peace anchored the room like a quiet blessing.

And Carol, she got to breathe! 🌬️

For me, this ceremony was about coming back, back into the work, back into my power, back into the magic that flows through breath and intention.
For the land, it was an opening, a merging of what we’re creating here with the medicine that moves through me.
And for those who attended, my prayer was that they felt loved, safe, seen, and heard.

Goosebumps spoke louder than words.
The land responded.
The energy was strong yet peaceful.
There were tears, body releases, and that deep silence that only comes after the breath when truth settles and hearts remember who they are.

This has been a dream for a very long while, to hold ceremony on our own land, to feel my wife beside me, to see my son woven into the energy of this space.
What we’re building here will ripple through community, through families and through generations.
It’s is far more than breathwork, it’s legacy.

To the beautiful souls who came today and shared this day of firsts, thank you. You’ll always be part of the story that began here.

And to those who feel the call, come experience the magic for yourself, as we continue building something truly special here on this sacred land.

Come home to yourself.
Forget the stories you’ve been told or believed.
You are powerful.
You are free.

🧡🤠

🐘🦁🦅

24/10/2025

🦅 Coincidence? There are no coincidences… 🤣🔥

Last night the fam and I watched Heavyweights, a classic 90s movie from my childhood that I loved. Total throwback. I hadn’t seen it in about 25 years???

And right there on the Camp Hope logo… an eagle.
The same symbol that’s been showing up everywhere in my life over the last couple of years. Freedom. Vision. Perspective.

It got me thinking, life has this funny way of circling back.
Little random moments and memories, things from when we were kids… suddenly show up again when we need them most.

Back then we didn’t worry about timelines or outcomes.
We just lived.
We laughed until our abs felt like we’d done a million sit ups.
We believed the world was full of magic, because it was… and behind the veil of the matrix, it still is.

But somewhere along the way, most of us traded that lightness for seriousness.
For responsibility and deadlines. Doubt.

However, maybe moments like a random 90s movie night with an eagle on the screen are reminders to lighten up again.
To find that kid inside who didn’t overthink everything.
To remember that life’s meant to be lived, not controlled.

So here’s your sign to watch an old movie this week.
Sing the song you loved at 10 years old.
Let your inner child come out for a bit.

Because that version of you?
Still holds the key to your freedom. 🦅

🧡🤠

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PS thanks for bringing this movie back into my awareness 🙏 loved it then, loved it now and the kids loved it too.

20/10/2025

We’ve built a world where people scroll for stimulation, not soul.
Where wisdom is too long, truth is too slow, and depth is way too much bloody effort.

People will double tap a bikini pic before they’ll double take on their own life.
They’ll laugh at a prank before they’ll sit with their pain.
They’ll flick through ten seconds of junk before they’ll spend ten minutes actually feeling something real.

Because real takes presence.
It asks something of you.
It doesn’t just fill the void it shows you the void.
And that absolutely fkn terrifies people.

We’ve traded attention for addiction.
Connection for consumption.
Silence for stimulation.
And the worst part? We call it “normal.” Pfft.

People don’t want to be moved anymore, they want to be distracted. Numbed and dumbed.
They don’t want truth, they want comfort.
They don’t want transformation, they want entertainment dressed as enlightenment.

Wanna know something?
You can only scroll past your soul for so long before it starts screaming.
That quiet ache inside? That’s the part of you that remembers what it’s like to feel.
That’s the part begging you to put the phone down, walk outside, breathe, and remember who the f**k you are.

Social media was meant to connect us, but all it’s done is scatter us, pieces of ourselves lost in pixels.
And yet, here you are… still reading this. Which means something in you knows.
Knows you’re craving more than dopamine hits and half truths.
Knows you’re ready to slow down, to listen, to feel again.

So stop scrolling for a second.
Take a breath.
And ask yourself, are you consuming life, or actually living it?

🧡🤠

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19/10/2025

The seed doesn’t fear the dark.
It trusts.

It’s buried and unseen. Surrounded by pressure and uncertainty.
And yet it doesn’t resist nor does it panic. It simply surrenders.

In the silence of the soil, something begins to happen.
The shell breaks. The old form dies so that life can begin.

That’s the part most people try to avoid in all of this
the dark, the unknown, the waiting…

But that’s where all real transformation happens.

The darkness isn’t punishment, it’s preparation.
The cracking isn’t failure, it’s the sound of becoming.

Every ending you’ve ever faced wasn’t the death of you…
it was the planting of you.

Just like the seed, your only job in those moments isn’t to fight the dark,
it’s to remember who you are within it.

Trust the soil.
Trust the silence.
Trust that something far greater is unfolding underneath it all.

Because the seed never grows by staying intact.
And neither do you.

Where in your life are you being asked to surrender to the dark and to trust that you’re being planted, not buried?

🧡🤠

19/10/2025

My right hand builds the structure.
My left hand feels the soil.

Masculine and Feminine.
Not man vs woman, but doing and being. The two moving together.

We all carry both.

The masculine creates the container, it provides the foundation, gives direction, logic, is the strength.
The feminine fills it by bringing flow, intuition, creativity, nurturing life.

Without structure, energy spills everywhere.
Without softness, the structure becomes rigid and lifeless.

The art of living and creating is learning to let them dance together.

When I mix soil I’m not just building something practical.
I’m practicing that balance myself.
My hands know when to press and when to stop.
When to add more of this , when to hold back on that.

It’s the same in relationships, in fatherhood, in work, in ceremony. In life.
The moment you bring awareness to the balance, everything starts to harmonise.

Real strength isn’t dominance.
It’s presence.
It’s being grounded enough to build the container, and open enough to let the love flow through it.

That’s the new masculine.
That’s the living feminine.

When they move together, life finds its rhythm again.

Where in your life are you being called to bring more balance between doing and being?

🧡🤠

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