Fake healthy supplements:
• LMNT
• Athletic Greens
• Emergen-C
• Airborne
• Celsius
• Isopure
• Liquid IV
• Optimum Whey
What am I missing?
The opposite of depression is EXPRESSION
Brainwashing is everywhere.
Reality bends when you play with it. If you’ve never dabbled in Reality Transurfing or felt the glitch in the matrix firsthand, buckle up—this one’s wild.
I’m in Tulum for the week, hosting a retreat that kicks off tomorrow. Sun’s out. Fresh raw milk, vibrant orange juice, and crisp water bottles in hand (unfortunately, in plastic. I know I know. No bueno, but had to work with it).
We’re moving into a unit offsite from the retreat center since the main one filled up. The place has that mix of wealth, jungle, and lowkey chaos that keeps things interesting.
We load up the car, make the first trip inside, and, instead of hauling everything at once (because not enough hands) I casually say, “Ha ha, watch these not be here when we get back.” Sarcastic, of course.
Five minutes. That’s all it took. We come back—gone. All three bottles.
Not a huge deal. But weird.
The car? Left unlocked. Inside? My $2,000 handpan, a full grocery haul, my bag—untouched. Just the bottles, sitting on the side of the car, totally exposed, vanished into thin air.
Alright. Time to play.
Dakota said he’ll stay back to settle in as we go get more water (devastatingly, the milk can’t be replaced at this moment).
Me and Sedona lock eyes. No stress. No “why me.” No frustration. We’re gonna find them. No logic, just pure confidence. Reality is malleable.
So we go on a mission. Intuition leads. No GPS, no mapped-out plan. Just, “Turn here, this feels right.” A one-way street? Perfect. A little side road? Even better.
A minute later, we pull up to an apartment complex. There’s a rusty old two-wheeler cart, two little kids chilling on top, and a guy near the dumpster. Sunlight pouring down, 4PM golden glow. And what’s peeking out of that cart?
Our raw milk and water bottles.
I get out of the car. No hesitation. No pleading. No weird energy. Pure, confident retrieval mode. I pick them up, look him dead in the eyes, and just say:
“No más.”
He looks. Shrugs. We walk away, bottles in hand, laughing like we just beat the final boss of the Matrix. Because we kinda did.
We didn’t stress. We didn’t get lost in emotions. We knew reality was bending in our favor, and it did.
Could’ve been an “ugh, I lost something” moment. Instead? We alchemized it. No victimhood, just play.
And that’s the key: You are literally shaping your reality, moment to moment. Every thought, every belief, every decision is either reinforcing the same predictable patterns—or shifting you into something new.
That’s why I love this work. Hosting retreats, diving into these deeper truths, watching people wake up to their own creative power.
So next time something “happens to you”—step back. What if it’s happening FOR you? What if you can just… play the game differently?
Let’s hope these changes don’t just happen in some other health utopian reality... but in THIS timeline. WHEN will reform occur? (Part 4)
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If you think cold pizza is trash, you might need to rethink your entire reality. The real move? Pan-fry that leftover slice in heaps of butter until it’s crispy, golden, and better than fresh. Trust me—once you try it, you’ll never suffer through sad, soggy leftovers again.
We talk about noise pollution. Light pollution. Trash pollution. But no one mentions smell pollution.
Synthetic colognes, laundry detergents, Febreze bombs—a chemical warfare on your hormones. Good luck dodging Axe body spray lingering from 2012 in most public places.
Because how he treats the vulnerable is how he’ll treat you when life gets hard.
Crowds of overstimulated zombies, LED-lit purgatory, stale air laced with Auntie Anne’s fumes. Processed food courts. Chaos. A social experiment testing your willpower to escape before full depletion.
Escaping the NPC loop requires absurdity—laughing till your stomach hurts, deep convos with conscious people, running barefoot like a wild child. Society’s a circus. Might as well clown around with intention.
Grandparents were onto something…
Early to bed, early to rise. Real food, cooked slow. No seed oils, no doomscrolling, no pointless noise. Just books, belly laughs, and brutally honest one-liners. Retired from the rat race, posted up on the porch—simply existing.
Maybe they cracked the code while we chase the illusion.
If we’re being honest, “Long Covid” sounds like a convenient cover-up for “Vax Injury.”
“¡Hola! Tres jugos de naranja, por favor.”
Daily ritual. Fresh in 10 minutes. No months-old, pasteurized, lifeless nonsense like in the U.S. supermarket shelves.
Real “fresh” OJ? Packed with vitamin C, bioavailable potassium, flavonoids, and structured water that hydrates better than plain H2O. It’s nature’s electrolyte drink.
And the taste? Sour, sweet, JUICY. Not that flat, cooked, sugar-water most people call orange juice.
Your words aren’t just “words”—they’re spells.
Every phrase you casually toss out, every self-deprecating joke, every unintentional word, shapes your reality.
“Abracadabra” literally means “I create as I speak.”
Your mind listens. Your cells respond. Speak with intention. Your world follows.
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The Roman Colosseum never went away. It just rebranded.
5 supplements I take for aphrodisiac virility & testosterone torpedos:
• Shilajit
• Pine Pollen
• BPC 157
• Black Ginger
• Bovine Testicle
A modern-day gladiator match designed to keep men glued to the screen, debating stats, screaming over grown men in tights, and inhaling seed oil sludge while billion-dollar corporations cash out.
It’s the Roman Colosseum 2.0, except instead of fighting for survival, it’s Bud Light commercials, halftime psyops, and dopamine-draining hype.
Don’t fall for the trap. Build your body, business, and skills instead. That’s real victory.
Fermentation vs. Pasteurization—one brings life, the other sterilizes it.
Wake up with the sun.
Stretch, breathe, hydrate.
Cold plunge or movement.
Nourish with real food.
Create, build, serve.
Soak in the sun.
Train the body, sharpen the mind.
Deep conversations, real connections.
Walk barefoot, watch the sunset.
Eat with gratitude.
Play music, unwind.
Rest deeply, fully restored.
Repeat.
This is how you thrive.
Wake up.
Check notifications.
Dread the day ahead.
Rush through a shower.
Chug caffeine to feel alive.
Commute in silence.
Clock in.
Count the hours.
Scroll mindlessly on breaks.
Clock out.
Commute home in exhaustion.
Eat fast food.
Numb out with Netflix.
Lay in bed, but can’t sleep.
Repeat.
This should terrify you.