Yeah brother. Found my faith, and go to church almost every Sunday with nostr:nprofile1qqsfvpc4r0g66gsxeqjhqlm2tqadntk3943k06kkym4jfg5ns7fe4tspz4mhxue69uhk2er9dchxummnw3ezumrpdejqz9rhwden5te0wfjkccte9ejxzmt4wvhxjmcwxk0qp I pray every chance I get, and will continue to put Christ first.
A year ago, I was in a place I never thought I’d be—numb, hollow, and questioning whether life was worth continuing. From the outside, I had the titles that earned respect: veteran, cop, leader. But inside, I felt like a ghost wearing a name tag. Every conversation reminded me of it.
“Hey, I’m Matt.”
“Oh yeah? What do you do?”
“I was in the military. Now I’m a cop.”
“Damn, that’s badass. Ever shoot anyone?”
And just like that, I’d disappear behind the label again.
That version of me—he was hanging on by a thread. Until one moment changed everything. I sat in ceremony with Ayahuasca and was brought face to face with something I had long forgotten: God. Love. Life itself.
And in that space, I heard something deep, ancient, and undeniably true:
Health comes from everlasting faith in Jesus Christ.
Happiness comes from driven purpose.
Not fame. Not medals. Not titles. Just… purpose.
And sometimes, that purpose is quiet. Gentle. Unseen by most.
Like growing plants.
Like tending to mushrooms.
Like raising medicine from the soil with your own two hands.
That’s where I found myself again. Not on the streets in uniform. Not in stories of violence or valor. But in the dirt. In the soft light of a grow tent. In the fragile beauty of something small, alive, and healing.
I realized I wasn’t just supposed to serve—I was meant to heal. To grow. To help other warriors find their way out of the darkness and into something far more powerful than pride: peace.
Now I still wear the badge. But I carry something deeper:
A calling to care for my brothers and sisters.
A purpose to grow and give back.
A mission to remind you: You’re not broken. You’re becoming.
So if you’re struggling—if the labels don’t fit, if the noise is too loud, if the silence is worse—come back to the soil. Plant something. Talk to God. Remember who you are.
You are not alone. You are needed. You are healing.
General Truscott once said to his son, "Let me tell you something, and don't ever forget it. You play games to win, not lose. And you fight wars to win. That's spelled W-I-N! And every good player in a game and every good commander in a war…has to have some son of a bitch in him. If he doesn't, he isn't a good player or commander....It's as simple as that. No son of a bitch, no commander."
C.S. Lewis once said:
“All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness… It was the scent of a flower you have not found, the echo of a tune you have not heard, news from a country you have never visited.”
God is great.
Pants are in, fish are rockin.
GM aquaponics slowly coming together. Nothing better than doing real work.
Aquaponics season is among us.
#offthegrid
Moving in the right direction as a county, and a state.
GM
New Mexico just legalized psilocybin therapy for mental health treatment. Another state, another step forward.….
I’m nervous….not for bitcoin, but for my family still relying on fiat as a means of safety.
And my uncle Todd, dude just makes me nervous, after roundhousing a raccoon one late September evening.
Welcome to the movement. People fucked around, now they are about to find out. 🇺🇸🫡
Good afternoon everyone!
Just potted up 5 fresh San Pedro cuttings, and they’re looking beautiful already. There’s something special about watching these sacred plants take root and begin their journey.
Each one holds so much potential, and I’m grateful to have them growing strong under the sun. Can’t wait to see how they develop over the next few months.
If you’re into cactus cultivation or just appreciate the process of growing your own medicine—stick around. More updates coming soon!
Stay grounded and enjoy your day.
After a long thought out process of one trip to the store for eggs that cost over 20 bucks for 18 of them.
I made a conscious decision to escape even more of the matrix.
It’s cheaper to tend to your chickens than to buy eggs from the grocery store.
