We Continue…
What do you envision?
If you are reading this, that means that you made at least two choices. The first was to press the button that brought you to this page. But before that, you had to decide if you would press the button. However minor those two decisions may seem in the moment, let me assure you, that no matter what you do next, every choice that you make and every decision that you inhabit has an impact on this moment and it will, to whatever extent, cast a shadow upon and within every next “now” that you will have for the remainder of your life.
Seriously, this is like deciding not to speak up that one time—when you knew damn well it really and truly mattered, but you kept your mouth shut—and then, spending the next three years convincing yourself that it wasn’t really that big of a deal, while your confidence quietly bled out beneath your own silence, all because you chose to lie to yourself. Again.
If, and this is huge, if, if, if you can allow yourself to get your head and heart around this seemingly insignificant concept, then you have made a stride that so many cannot or will not. It is not something that has to make absolute sense, and in fact, there is another aspect that you can consider, that is just as valid and powerful. And that has to do with that idea that I may be full of shit and that what I’ve just shared with you is some kind of mystical, spiritual woo-woo shit that’s not worth your time thinking about.
But think on it. That’s all you have to do. If I am wrong, no harm, no foul. You can close out this browser tab, this page, shake your head, roll your eyes and go on about your life. That’s perfectly fine.
You see, everything about what my wife and I share here is about choice. About all of us finally understanding that, though there is always going to be external pressures, circumstances and events, experiences both joyous and not so celebratory, that give us the profound idea that we are victims of said external factors, we invite you to take the very real perspective that we have more input in our lives than we’ve been led to believe.
And for us, Sharon and I, it’s not about voodoo, affirming until you’re out of breath, or chanting until you can’t turn it off in your own head. But let me go a little deeper.
Now, before you assume you’ve heard this story before—stop. I don’t do “pitches”, so, what is it, then?
What are you holding on to?
I’m not even selling you an idea other than to consider that you yourself may have more actual input and influence in your life than you may currently believe. That’s it. You can think about what I am about to share as a confession, or testament, or even a fantastical narrative wrought with misinformation and bullshit, all cloaked in nifty sounding rhetoric that may have nothing to do with the truth.
But as I said, and will continue to say, is that this is all for you to judge as to whether anything shared here resonates with you.
Period.
Sharon and I didn’t stumble into any of this way of doing things. We didn’t wake up one morning and feel all enlightened and shit.
We searched. We still had bills to pay, and people that we’d rather not ever see again. We studied. We still had to contend with aspects of life that seemed out of balance and just plain, shitty. Can you say, homeless for a while? Yes, we were. Together. Sleeping in our car and “residing” in the parking lot of local casino in St. Louis. And yet, we devoured everything that promised to finally explain life, power, love, purpose.
It started, “officially”, with a movie called The Secret. But you see, even that’s a bit funky because way back in the eighties, I had purchased the cassette tapes of a dude that was just getting started and who is now “huge”. I was aching to be “whole” so I sold plasma and blood to afford this man’s tapes. So you see, that’s partly where I understand that when you truly want something, deep in your heart and it rises to the surface and you accept it, well, there is very little that can stop you. Not other people. Not your job. Not your finances. Very little that stops you.
We sat with Neville Goddard until our imaginations bled and ran over into frustration and impatience. Part of that came from the fact that other people talked so lovingly about how all of it had changed their lives. And you know, for me, I was, once again, wondering what the absolute fuck was wrong with me that the shit wasn’t working for me. Okay, okay, I said to myself, give it more time… have more “faith”, which then reminded me of every issue that I have ever had with religion over the years. What. Was. Wrong. With. Me?
We listened to Abraham until our emotions felt like tools. The circles we drew. The wheels…. Jesus, that this was tiring to me. More work and so few results, let alone the kind of peace that I so desperately wanted and needed.
We watched Bashar. We got into our excitement. We performed certainty like it was a sport.
I read Think and Grow Rich, See You at the Top, The Greatest Salesman in the World, believing maybe discipline was the key. Shit, I even had most of it memorized.
We gave our hearts to Jesus. Then gave our loyalty to the Church.
Then, well me at least, I gave our rebellion to hedonism. I will admit quite openly that I did enjoy, or so I thought, the practice and idea of hedonism. But still, it left me wanting something that I still couldn’t quite name or put my heart around in describing and understanding.
And then there was our curiosity lent to Stoicism.
And then my obsession to Hermeticism.
I took shots of alcohol (many, many of those and I have the DUI’s to prove it), hoping to drown the questions that wouldn’t shut up.
Eastern mysticism with its silence, Western mysticism with its symbols.
Tried sex as power. Tried sex as escape. Tried sex as the god I didn’t yet know how to name.
I inhaled Psycho-Cybernetics, The Art of War, The Book of Five Rings, thinking that maybe strategic thinking would give us peace.
And the list goes on.
Believe me—it goes the fuck on.
Do you get what I’m saying here, yet?
What we hold on to...
We weren’t dabbling. We were desperate to understand that “something”, this unexplainable knowing that some “thing”, some “other”, whatever it was, was just out of reach of our understanding. We were trying to find answers that made sense to us. That felt like they weren’t made in a lab, a pulpit, or a MLM script. We wanted something that didn’t feel like a fucking show. We didn’t want to fake power. We wanted to feel it. In our bodies. In our choices. In our homes.
But here’s something that I want you to understand right here and now; your journey, however similar or different, is not wrong. It is perfect. It brought you to this moment. It was all about your search. There is no wrong when it comes to knowing that there is an ache within you that seeks release. There is, once you understand how vital you truly are to you and the life you are living and wanting, a truth that has always been there; we were not then, are not now, really searching for something “out there”.
You are the variable that you least know and as a result, we still think that the answer is “out there” somewhere.
And like everything else, if you can get your head and heart around that, well, keep reading.
And after all that Sharon and I searched, like you,—after years of swallowing other people’s systems, voices, vibes, scriptures, steps, rules—we started asking:
What if it’s not out there? What if it’s in how we live, speak, and choose every day—without needing a name, a guru, or a formula?
So no—this isn’t a spiritual bypass. It’s not an anti-religion rant. It’s not some high-horse “we’ve arrived” nonsense. And fuck the idea that this is some more high-shelf wisdom you earn with a never-ending guru subscription-based shit. No, quite the opposite.
It’s a fucking homecoming to you. It’s about you realizing your own amazing agency in being able to finally choose for yourself who you are, what you want, how you want it, how you live and what the fuck to do with it all.
With you.
We made this for the people like us. And maybe, for you.
The ones who’ve read it all. Heard it all. Tried it all.
And still feel like something’s missing.
Maybe what’s missing…
is the permission to stop trying to get it right and just start living what actually feels true. To and for you.
If you’re still here—then you know.
This is the beginning of something real.
Not another system.
Just you—honest, raw, fully present.
And maybe us, walking beside you, not as guides.
Not as saviors, because we aren’t.
But as the ones who also walked through hell to find the truth that didn’t ask for applause.
If you got through all of this and didn’t flinch, and you’re still here, baby, you’re already in the right place.