Ain’t no sunshine when she…

Hits a vape,

Used AirPods,

Drinks tap water,

Loves sunscreen,

Eats seed oil junk,

Wears tight polyester,

Says kids aren’t for her,

Loves blue light at night,

Skips the stroll for scroll,

Drinks alcohol every weekend,

Listens to mainstream brain rot.

They don’t need a “cool” parent. They need a regulated one.

🌞

I’m not a parent yet… but I’m doing the inner work now, not waiting for fatherhood to “wake me up.”

This means eating REAL food, moving daily, training, grounding in nature, building something meaningful, and healing patterns so my future kids feel it in their bones.

That’s epigenetics. That’s legacy. Vitality is generational.

(and while I don’t condone plastic or tap water… this slip n’ slide moment was worth it)

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TikTok: Where shaking your 🍑 is encouraged, but common sense & critical thinking gets you banned.

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Lessss gooo

“I’d die for my kids.”

But would you…

Go to bed earlier?

Ditch the junk TV?

Heal your gut?

Move your body daily?

Unlearn toxic thinking?

Sacrificing your life is noble. But living fully—for longer—is sacred.

Get healthy for them. They need you alive, vibrant and present.

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NASA = Not A Space Agency

Most of it’s just shits and giggles at this point. We didn’t land on the moon. We didn’t shoot anything to Mars (sorry not sorry Elon). Those sexy nebula galaxy images? Not real photographs.

And let’s not forget the 25,000+ pieces of “space junk” and 10,000+ “satellites” supposedly orbiting the Earth in the thermosphere… you know, that region with temperatures reaching over 2,000°C.

Materials like aluminum, titanium, and gold are what they say these satellites are made of. But their melting points are far below 2,000°C. So, how exactly are they surviving up there?

If satellites are floating above us 24/7, why do we lose signal in the middle of the woods? Why is it that when I go into the jungle or a canyon, I have zero reception?

It’s because our signal isn’t coming from space. It’s coming from ground-level towers. You’re looking at line-of-sight tech being sold to you as Star Trek.

The truth? Most of it is CGI. Another version of media Hollywood.

I’m NOT saying we’re on a flat Earth. I’m not saying we’re spinning on a ball at 30,000 mph either. Because I don’t know, and neither do you.

But I am saying this: the narratives we’ve swallowed since childhood were scripted. Rockefeller-funded education. NASA propaganda. SpaceX BS. Media hypnosis.

If asking questions about that makes me “crazy,” then pass the tinfoil 😂😂

What do you think? Have I lost it… or are we finally waking up from the illusion?

Most people scroll all day long—but never post with intention.

That’s the trap. Consuming everyone else’s highlight reel while your story stays untold.

But here’s the truth: You don’t need a fancy camera, a six-figure business, or a million followers to start. You just need courage to hit “share.”

Social media is a tool. It can distract, numb, and divide. Or it can connect, liberate, and empower—if you use it right.

You want freedom? Use your voice. Use your values. Use your experience.

I didn’t “blow up” overnight. I’ve been at this since 2012. Years of posting when no one was watching. Years of evolving.

Failing. Trying again. But I never stopped. Pretty much posted and shared stories daily.

And that’s why the message works. Because it’s real. Rooted in life. Health. Vitality. God. Nature. Integrity.

Don’t let fear of judgment or low views silence your soul.

You’re not here to blend in—you’re here to serve. So start. Post. Share. Speak.

Not for clout. But for the one person it could change forever.

Friendly Reminder: no one gives a 💩

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Friendly reminder: no one gives a 💩

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Love not getting my head radiated by the TV chairs on flights. Today is a good day to be alive.

Be a dang human again and toss out the toilet tunes for REAL music…

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“Shoo, fly… shoo” 🪰👋😠 Ever notice how quick we are to swat, curse, or judge the smallest “inconveniences”? A bug in the room. A car cutting us off. A slow cashier.

But what if everything—yes, even that fly—was God in disguise?

When you get annoyed, triggered, or feel that rising tension… it’s a moment. A sacred invitation.

To pause.

To breathe.

To choose grace.

We say we’re spiritual. We pray. We meditate. Yet we rage at the dog barking or kill the ant on the counter.

True peace is seeing God in all of it—the beauty & the so-called “ugly.” Vitality shines, yes. But soul recognizes the sacred in EVERYTHING.

Next time you feel the urge to swat or snap… try gratitude.

That’s the real path to freedom.

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I’m one of the very few nutritionists who isn’t a dogmatic zealot preaching “carnivore-only / animals-only” as the ultimate diet for health and longevity (sorry Saladino).

Just look at chlorophyll — seriously — and tell me we weren’t made to heal with herbs, greens, or even chlorella/spirulina every now and then.

These compounds literally aid detox and help cleanse the blood.

If you’re not aesthetic-maxxing your meals, you’re missing out on a core pillar of nourishment.

Sure, I love tossing mush in a bowl and calling it lunch—if it’s clean, tasty, and fuel-filled, I’m game.

But there’s real power in turning your plate into art. Beauty triggers gratitude. Gratitude shifts biology. And your body feels the difference.

The more presence and intention you bring to the ritual of eating, the more your food heals you.

It’s not just fuel—it’s ceremony.

America has gone full retard with what it calls “health”

You’ve got sugar-free junk laced with neurotoxic sweeteners.

Vegan nuggets made from 48 ingredients and a chem lab.

Oat milk with canola oil sludge.

Gatorade Red-40 (with zero REAL hydrating minerals) post-workout.

Fiber One bars that constipate and emasculate.

The irony? People fear raw milk but drink neon-blue “hydration” drinks.

They count calories but ignore chemicals. They trust corporations over their own instincts. Wake the fuck up. 🤡

It’s wild pulling up to a festival or busy city spot and having people come up like:

“Yo, you’re that dude who eats raw meat, right?”

“Bro I’ve been following you for years, your wellness stuff changed my life”

“Wait… this is epic—what’s going on here? I don’t know you but I’ve been following and I just wanted to say your energy is inspiring.”

That right there?

That’s the fuel.

That’s why I keep showing up in this metaverse. For the real, raw universe.

WITHOUT* that poison ofc.

93% of people at the music festivals I used to attend weren’t dancing—they were escaping.

Drunk. Faded. Numb. Searching for freedom through alcohol or drugs, but missing the real magic.

The truth is, I’ve felt the highest high without any of that.

It’s sharing belly laughs with strangers who feel like family.

It’s moving your body in rhythm with natural bass & beats. It’s dancing under the stars, grounded and clear, barefoot. Opening the fascia in every way possible.

It’s real presence, not artificial hedonic pleasure.

The deepest connection doesn’t come in a bottle or a baggie—it comes from community, movement, silly gooseness, nature and music that HEALS.

You don’t need alcohol or drugs to have a good time.

You just need the courage to show up fully with that slow poison of the mind.

Try a retreat. Try a conscious gathering. Try an alcohol free music festival.

Try your RAWEST, unfiltered self—sober, alive and connected to LIFE FORCE and LOVE.