THE GAUNTLET


For sixty years, I’ve walked this earth as Black person. From my earliest memories to the decision to move through organically, for most of that time, I was a fucking piece of shit. I knew it. I believed it. I lived it.


I tried to die from it.


Now, I’m free. And I’m loved. I am loved in ways that I never thought possible.


Everything on this site, in these workbooks, and in the work we do here is for the ones who are done pretending that their own brokenness is the truth.


We are not broken.


But get this: I am not your "Good Negro,” any more than you are “BAD GIRL”, “THE GOOD SON,” or anything else that others labeled you as. I am not an aristocratic guru, and I am not here to hold your hand through "easy" affirmations or to tell you that “everything is going to okay.” Real change costs you—financially, mentally, and emotionally. It’s often ugly. It can be breathtakingly painful.


If you want the performative version of "self-help," go elsewhere. If you want radical honesty, you’re in the right place.




"Getting to know yourself is not an easy task. Believe it, or don’t. Your choice. But if you do move further in, know that many have quit. Many have sought easier paths."

THE MIRROR/THE MAP: MY “FAILURES" ARE YOUR MAP

The "gurus" won't tell you this: your relationships are just a reflection of your self-concept.


Period.


I was taught "love" through belts, extension cords and the psychological dismantling of my “worth,” by very own parents. That wasn't love. It was a lesson in performance and obedience.


Most of us inherit these broken definitions and wonder why every connection feels like a wound.

We drag our shame, guilt and misunderstandings about ourselves and live into every single relationship we have and call the betrayal and pain "normal". It isn't.


The first step out of hell is admitting you were given the wrong map.


I’m not here to convince you of anything; I’m sharing a journey of discovery and freedom.


So if this resonates with you, welcome and keep on reading.


If not, I get it and I wish you all the best.


Why didn't I know?

There are things that I used to wish that someone had told me about life, love, money and being happy.

THE “PROOF"

You want “proof"?


I am the fucking proof.


  •  Parental abuse.
  •  Sexual exploitation.
  •  Suicide attempt.
  •  A dead infant son.
  • Four divorces.
  •  A "lifetime" of drunk.


I am an articulate, intelligent Black man who makes no apologies for who he is today. I don’t need your validation to live my truth.


I am living evidence that your deepest shame can be forged into a life of real love. But this didn’t happen overnight; it took real, heart-opening work.


I learned and felt my way into the love I share with my wife, Sharon.


My "failures" and “mistakes” were just the necessary curriculum for me to have the needed understanding that I am sharing with you now.




Who, in the actual f*ck, are we supposed to trust?

What's the truth?

CHOOSE YOUR PATH

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What does it even mean? Truth.

Without empty promises. Bullshit. Fast-talking. Insulting my Intelligence and preying on my desperation to finally feel good about myself and the life that I was living.

What if the life that you truly desire to live were actually possible?

What if the dreams that you’ve kept, the ones in your heart, in the secret places that no one else knows, could actually come true….


What “if”….