12/09/2025
Wow… what. a. YEAR.
If 2025 had a theme, it was rebirth through fire — and damn did I walk through every flame with my head held high.
I spent 11 months living out in the Mojave Desert, just me, Spirit, the wind, and whatever jackrabbit chose to judge me that day. I left behind the noise to hear myself again — to peel back layers, shed old skins, confront every shadow that needed witnessing. Out there, I remembered who I am. Wild. Sacred. Unapologetic. A man reborn under starlit silence.
And then… I came back.
Reintegrated into city life like a soul returning from a vision quest, grounded but expanded, wiser and softer at the same time. I walked away lighter, freer, standing in full sovereignty.
This year wasn’t easy — it was transformational.
I burned, I unraveled, and then?
Like a phoenix, I rose.
Not who I was. Not who I imagined.
But who I was meant to be all along.
Here’s to 2026 —
More magic. More peace. More power.
And a whole lot more of ME.
2025 wasn’t just another year — it was the closing of an old chapter and the birth of an entirely new one.
This was my second vision quest in the desert of Arizona. The first time… in the Coconino National Forest and let’s just say, Spirit didn’t ease me in gently. I unraveled fast. I went further into the shadows than I imagined possible. I lost myself in the vastness — mind stretching, reality bending — until everything collapsed. I was arrested at gunpoint, taken to jail, and eventually institutionalized. It was rough. Raw. Humbling. A breaking open that left me exposed, cracked, and questioning everything.
But that was the initiation.
The destruction before reconstruction.
So I returned — 11 months in the Mojave Desert this time.
Not to escape, but to meet myself again with new eyes.
I walked the land like an echo remembering its source.
I healed. I listened. I learned who I am without the world telling me.
This time wasn’t chaos — it was clarity.
This time wasn’t madness — it was medicine.
I didn’t fall apart… I was rebuilt.
When I came back to civilization, I came back with purpose.
I reintegrated.
I stepped into responsibility, sovereignty, and my power.
This year I didn’t just survive —
I rose.
From ashes into embodiment.
From story into destiny.
From broken into whole.
2025 was the year I proved to myself that healing is real…
and that sometimes the soul must burn to remember it is fire. 🔥
-Lunar Cyclone
Until next time, stay wild, moon child. Namaste.