Listen to the water...

Declaring war on the Food-pHarma Death Cult

Without helmets (sorry Mom), we took off at 55kmh on our Yamahas towards the beach.

Unfortunately, we missed the sun crossing the horizon line.

But as any experienced sun-gazer knows, this means we made it for the best part of sunset. My friend Dylan and I walked barefoot along the beach as the sky faded from amber to dark blue.

We discussed life, Atlantis, Twitter (X), holistic health, and online business. Dylan is a killer in the online business space, and an even better human being. I asked him for his advice on what I should do next with my offers. The wisdom that followed closed a long-open loop in my head...

And the thread that tied it together? A reply-tweet I received early that evening.

Bear with me here...

Recently I've been DEEP in the rabbit-hole of subverted ancient history. It's a full story for another day. But the short summary?

My blonde (now bald) hair, red beard, and beautiful baby blues attest to ancient heritage from a sea-fairing race in or around Atlantis/Hyperborea/Scythia/Germania. Warriors of the water, Titans of the tide.

I leave it there for now. As always, do your own research.

Now back to Twitter (X). There is a Twitter (X) account specializing in face-reading using the long-lost art of Physiognomy.

Physiognomy (phys·i·og·no·my): the art of judging character or ethnic origin from facial characteristics.

So I sent this guy a picture of my face on a whim, and what he sent back gave me more than a smile. He stirred blood memories…

As Dylan and I discussed both business and Atlantis, he pointed out to me my deep passion and knowledge in the health space. Knowledge and passion I was not currently sharing with the world. I reflected on this, the words of the tweet still top of mind:

'Listen to the water'.

My dreams that night crystallized the meaning of the message. This beachside conversation deserved my special attention. I needed to Listen to the water…

I often think the best gifts we can give the world are the lessons that hurt us the most;

The relationship coach who struggled to find love, the gut health expert who beat Crohn’s Disease, the fitness coach who overcame obesity, the doctor who lost their parent to cancer...

Pulling purpose from the pain.

Knowing this, I’ve had an open question with myself; What purpose I could pull from my pain?

Only now, after a willingness to open up some of my deepest pain, have all the stars aligned in my mind.

In a recent episode of the podcast I discussed my long battle with disordered eating. A silent battle, until now. I encourage a listen for the full context, it’s more than I will discuss here.

And in addition to my personal health struggles, my heart also aches for the ongoing harm done by the Pharma-Food industrial complex.

This machine has killed millions, and is killing my family one by one.

I lost my Grandmother (Moms side) to heart disease, obesity, and eventually sepsis. I lost my Grandfather (Dad’s side) to Cancer, Apnea, and botched surgery. My living Grandparents are either obese or fighting cancer. And I fear that both my parents are doing nothing to slow their path towards similar fates.

All of this is needless and cruel. All of this is preventable.

As I also stated on the podcast: I am not a victim, and neither are they. We all create our own reality. But I no longer see wellness in the modern age as simply a matter of 'willpower' or 'self-discipline'.

We are up against a multi-trillion dollar, government and satan backed globocorp. A demonic entity hell-bent on lowering the population of earth and profiting along the way.

They pin newborns with experimental syrums. They fund call centers for the extortion of the elderly. They wage war on the vital with poisoned tap water, raw milk bans and pornographic mind control. They do all this, and collect the insurance policy afterwards. Everyone is on pills; None of them should be.

It's Pure evil.

If you think I'm exaggerating, I encourage you to brush the Cheeto dust off your fingers and do your own research. The red 40 in your blood is blurring your vision.

So starting with this letter, l'm declaring all out war. I will no longer be a passive critic sharing steak with my tan, well-muscled friends.

My awareness, vitality, and God-given abilities call forth the duty to act.

I am going to build a wellness company to create real, physical products to aid in this fight. A company with the same values as The Vitruvian: Vitality, Beauty, and Truth.

One mission, under God.

I have some ideas, and it will evolve over time, but I will document the build in public. If there wasn't enough incentive to subscribe to the YouTube channel before: go grab your popcorn. I will share updates on the building of the brand as the weeks go on there, here, and on all my platforms.

That is all for now. I hope this email found you shirtless, in the sun, and with steak on the menu.

Be The Renaissance.

Thanks for reading, share if you feel called. Otherwise Talk soon.