Who Am I?

Early years: 

I have always been passionate about the subjects that captivate me now. Ever since I was a kid, I have been fascinated by nature, myths, movement, and space. Even as I grew older and entered my teenage years, these passions never disappeared—they simply took a backseat. I continued to take family trips to national parks and played sports at elite levels in school.

But strangely, I could not understand why I was always sad. For years, I was considered depressed, yet I couldn’t pinpoint the source of my sadness. This continued into college. On my first day in the dorms, the depression became overwhelming, eventually escalating into a severe state. After a period of inaction, I rediscovered a passion for weightlifting, but that was not enough to overcome what I perceived as my illness.

2020: 

After over a year of living in severe depression, I eventually reached a point where I had enough. I didn’t know what needed to change, but what I did know was that I was not happy. In an attempt to solve this, I broke up with my long-term girlfriend, thinking it would make a difference. But when my mood remained the same, I realized it was my final, desperate attempt to find change. I truly didn’t believe I could get better.

As I cried harder than I ever had in my life, contemplating ending it all, something happened. I blanked out—in what felt like both an instant and an eternity. When I came back to my senses, I had to rapidly piece together who I was, where I was, and what I had been doing. But one thing was clear: I wanted to live.

Not knowing what else to do, I checked myself into the hospital for safety reasons. This led to my admission to a psych ward, which was mandatory given my circumstances. My emotions were still all over the place, and nothing seemed to make sense, but I finally had time to reflect.

On the fifth day—the day I was set to leave the psych ward—I was watching the morning news in the common area. That’s when I heard it: COVID was shutting everything down. Until that moment, I hadn’t even known about COVID at all.

But this turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I walked out of that psych ward with a newfound love for life and the time to figure out what to do next. It didn’t take long for me to realize that meditation was the key—something I had been introduced to during my time in the psych ward. From then on, I started a regular meditation practice. Within a week, as I embraced the wonders of life and meditation, I reconnected with friends who had gone through similar experiences.

2024:

After four years of devoted learning and living spirituality, it was not until 2024 that events I can only describe as mystical or otherworldly began to occur. While I had experienced a few small events scattered throughout the previous four years, the rapidity and profundity of these new occurrences were on another level. I realized that these events were patterns of a Kundalini Awakening. From samadhi states and seeing and feeling the qi body to the ability to read auras and experiencing intense heart chakra openings that felt beyond what MDMA could induce—for days at times—these were just a few of the many events that unfolded. My mission was clearer than ever: to be of service to others.