this message has bee published from an undisclosed location in the Maverick Badlands.
I apologize about my grammar, never been my strong suit.
When I was a boy around 7-8 years old I had a babysitter named Kirk, who also worked for my mother and father in their jewelry business. Through that relationship my family got to know Kirk’s. My father got to know Kirks father who was a most unusual man indeed. He talked about healing with magnets, grew huge aloe vera plants and 22 ft cornstalks that yielded 28 inch corn cobs, with only special structured water no chemicals and performed what some would call miracles of science, others impossible. Never the less eventually I was introduced to my future mentor at my young age by simple curiosity and white raspberries.
Throughout the years, my dad would come home with big aloe vera leafs for a burn one of us had gotten to heal it faster. Or a big flat magnet with a red side and a blue side on the other for my broken ankle to help it heal faster etc.. lots of things like this. I came to find out that when my family needed something for healing my dad would often stop to speak with Kirks father and pick up what was needed to do the job, his name was Herman.
My dad would tell me about this strange man and what he had just told him about the healing devices we were about to use. About the interesting and odd things Herman would always bring up, or his current scientific work, how the environment was changing, how people were asleep, aliens, fluoridated water, everything and anything. My dad also spoke of how interesting his yard was. “Im not kidding you, it’s like a damn jungle in the middle of a neighborhood and not only that, almost every plant grows something you could eat, you should check it out you wouldn’t believe it” He would say as he was wrapping my arm in aloe vera. Well, being the adventurous young man that I was, eventually I decided to pay this wild place a visit.
One day, probably during summer vacation I rode my bike over to the street my father told me Herman’s house was on. “you cant miss it.” he exclaimed. As I turned my silver mongoose bmx onto cora ave I knew my dad was right. There down in the middle of the street it looked as if out of nowhere a tiny jungle had sprung up, totally covered and taken over a house and lot. I rode down, laid my bike on the sidewalk and started to look around. There were berries and other fruit everywhere, flowers, bamboo, persimmons trees, pear trees, apple trees, paw paw trees, russian kiwi vines, a small pond with lotus blooms and bullfrogs resting on lily pads, tons of bugs, bees and ants, two big mulberry trees out front, basically just green, flowers and fruit everywhere. I remember to me it looked like a paradise. As I was standing there I noticed a mild mannered man with glasses and a short sleeved button up shirt with a pocket protector trimming some plants and bushes. I asked him if he was Kirks father and told him who I was. He told me that he was and then asked what it was that I was there for.
I explained how I liked nature and wanted to see if there really was a jungle in my neighborhood, plus I also mentioned I liked berries. He showed me around, pointing out and explaining the landscape and what plants were what. Then he asked if I had ever eaten white raspberries, I replied no, I had never heard of those. He reached down pulled back some green stuff and exposed a bush that was growing bunches of white raspberries. He said go ahead pick a few, so I did, put them in my mouth and immediately liked them more than red ones. After this he said he needed to get back to work but I could stay and look around some more if I wanted. I didn’t realize it at the time but this was a pivotal moment in my life and like the proverbial pebble being dropped in my own personal pond of life, it was going to send ripples throughout it all for the next 3 decades.
Years went by and I would stop by and see if Herman was home, (so I could hear more strange stories and knowledge and of course, eat more raspberries and other edible landscape foods). More and more I got to see deeper into the life of this unusual man and his even more unusual yard and house. The backyard was even cooler than the front. Off of the side of his house was a screened in green house with fig trees growing out of a man made frog and turtle pond. Many times during my summers if I had nothing to do I would go over to cora ave, catch bullfrogs and play with box and painted turtles, whether anyone was home or not. In the back yard Herman had built canals that held aquatic plants like duck weed and cattails and placed boardwalks over them so one could walk around. He had in the center of the canals an octagonal special green house designed to harness natural energies and radiate them throughout the property and into the water. (at this point I should mention that Herman had been a top chemist at a large chemical corporation before he had a spiritual awakening and decided to do everything he could to save the planet and regenerate it. He definitely was an extreme outlier when it came to intelligence, without a doubt he was an actual genius. Not in the way people throw that word around nowadays either, no a real one. I have met a lot of very “smart” people and no one has ever even come close to the knowledge this man possessed. Whats more have the ability to be functional with it and produce real world applications. What I’m saying is that he wasn’t just some crack pot who just did wild things for no reason, he knew all aspects about everything he did, and the reason for doing them. Its hard for me to get people to truly realize what I am talking about because 99% have never experienced a human being functioning at his level ) either way I learned more about him and his work and was fascinated by many of the things he spoke about. Whether it was about how moss only used to grow on specific sides of trees but because the environment was so bad the moss just grew on all sides of the trunks now, or the possibility of aliens or how the school system was actually dumbing down children and was one of the main reasons for the decay of society, or how a raw food diet was much better than a high cooked food one etc…etc..
I remember with real clarity that when he spoke to me he spoke to me as another human, directly, not changing his manner because I was 10 or 11 year old and considered a child. It wasn’t an act, it was just the way he was and the way I always saw him speak to anyone. There is many more things that could be said, but enough has been said on that beginning for now.
Whats funny is that a lot of the time at the end of our conversations he would say something like, “none of this even matters anyways.. Why, I would ask. “because your just going to forget all of this, everyone forgets.” Not me, Ill remember, I would state defiantly “No you’ll forget, you will grow up and fall asleep like everyone else and just, you wont remember or you wont care..” Not me, I promise I wont forget, I’m different. “Will see” ( the moral here is if you tell me I can’t do something, I will more than likely prove you wrong.)
Time went on as it always does, we moved to another neighborhood and I didn’t get to see Herman or Kirk much after that for years. Hormones kicked in and I didn’t forget as much as I got distracted. Life pulled me in different directions, sports, middle school, girls, new friends, considerations on what I might want to do with my life, pimples, just life you know… Still occasionally I would think about the old neighborhood and my meetings with Herman and his magical yard. I would remember how he had told me I would just forget it all and fall asleep and then I would remember that I needed to remember. Well just in case I might have not been able to remember to remember the universe was going to make sure there was going to be no way I could forget. It all started with my freshman year of high school.
Freshman year was just like it is for anyone, new, bigger and filled with excitement and confusion. I decided halfway through the year that I wanted to try a sport, I choose lacrosse. I had been a hockey player for years and had good speed and strong legs and lacrosse seemed a good transition. I joined Farmington United and was on a team with classmates freshman thru senior. We trained hard and I got in really good shape. I’m not the biggest guy but I’m stronger than I look and at that time I was really fast, fast enough that my team called me “wheels Yanke”.
As in hockey where I had a hot head and aggressive style of play, I brought that over to lacrosse. When I played hockey I had always been able to knock down much bigger guys and was encouraged by my teammates to go after the goliath’s on the ice and see if I could knockem down, usually I was successful. High school was different because I was playing against some players who had an extra 3 years of growth and puberty on me, to me this fact didn’t matter I was “wheels Yanke” I was invincible, no I wasn’t.
On April fools day my freshman year my goalie launched the lacrosse ball out of our zone way down field, where it was scooped up by a very large defense man who proceeded to march down back towards our goalie. I happened to be a midfielder and was the only one between him and me, I ran towards him. I got up to full speed and when I got close enough for some reason I decided to launch myself like a rocket directly into his lowered shoulder. The guy outweighed me by about 100 pounds, immediately I felt like my whole body from my neck down had fallen asleep. I was rushed to the hospital and after x-rays was told that I had fractured my 5th cervical vertebrae in three places. No need to go into all the details of surgery and recovery, but this event probably changed the trajectory of my life more than any other.
After that I didn’t play sports anymore, I got into video games and read a lot, led a much more sedentary life. I had always wanted to be an actor in films and entertain, so after I had hosted and put together the best talent show my high school had seen in 20 years, my parents felt maybe paying for film school might not be a total waste, off to film school in Chicago I went.
After my injury my neck area started bothering me a little about a year after my surgery. It slowly got worse and worse. It was never unbearable, but definitely noticeable. My rotational movement became a little less each year and tinges of pain through movement got a little more worse as time went along. When I got to college it was bad enough that it bothered me everyday and sometimes if I moved wrong, would feel like I had pulled it really bad. As my school year progressed, my neck pain got much worse a lot faster than usual. I tried everything, supplements, chiropractors,acupuncture,working out, tai-chi, yoga, massage, reiki etc. etc.. I went back to my surgeon, who told me everything looked normal, didn’t feel normal. It began to make me very depressed, here I was about to start my adult journey in life and it felt like I was becoming an old man. I envisioned what this pain might be like in 10 years from then and that if it just continued to get worse, than I am sure I would eventually commit suicide. I know me and I would not be able to live like that. I was becoming desperate. Into my second year of college I was becoming incredibly anxious. On winter break my Father mentioned to me that maybe I should go visit the Meinke’s health food store (Meinke was Kirk and Hermans last name) and see what they had to say about my situation. I went that very day.
I showed up to this large blue building on Mooney st called “the Treehouse for Earth’s Children”. The outside of the building had elemental creatures like fairies and gnomes painted on it, along with a Dragon or two. I walked in and can still remember the smell, like a properly growing and decaying forest, the smell of green things and life, the air felt a little humid but not in an uncomfortable way, just right. Anyways I walked around for a bit and looked at all the interesting things. Lots of pictures of the families research, huge vegetables, water that had a violet hue to it in a dark room, healing devices and the effects they had had on animals etc.. (experiments were never harmful to the animals, nothing was ever used that further injured any animals, only helped them, Herman wouldn’t even poison pests). They had 100s of half gallon jars with herbs and spices, books, a deli, massage and healing rooms, agate wind-chimes, a museum of their research and hundreds of other brilliant peoples work, a color light show with prisms, a Russian healing bed made out of Bee Hive parts, metal and special shellacs, (it actually worked). Lab equipment and other devices were strewn about. Pyramids, crystals and special homemade healing oils and tinctures lined the shelves. This was right out of Harry Potter, I had just stepped into the real Diagon alley.
After walking around for a bit I ran into Christine the owner of the store and Herman’s daughter. She remembered me and asked what I needed. I told her my neck story and explained my desperation. Without a beat she told me it was my gut that was causing my problems. I was confused. She went on to tell me what my diet was, “bet you eat a lot of carbs and dead food” she said. “yeah” I said “of course I do, I’m Italian and I’m in college, I eat pasta everyday.” “You drink a lot of alcohol?” she asked. “Yep, college again.” She explained that everything in the body is connected and affects everything else, especially when it comes to the gut, which has a direct relationship to the upper back and neck area.
Alright” still skeptical “what do I do about it”. “You need to fix your gut, ever tried vegetable juicing.” She asked
“what, like V8” I replied confusingly. “she laughed, no not V8, Carrot juice, green leaf juice things like that.” I just shook my head. I must have looked defeated and doubting because she just said “come with me”. We walked up to the front by the deli and she told me to wait for a sec. She went into the kitchen, made me a 8 oz carrot apple juice and said “Here drink this and hang out for a bit.”
So I did, slowly. It didn’t taste bad, just very orange. After about 15 mins I had finished the drink and Christine came around again and asked how I felt. I hadn’t noticed it until she asked but I actually felt different, better in fact. She explained that the living enzymes in the juice and fresh minerals were going to work on my gut and that if I drank lots of vegi juice daily, it would probably make a big difference and go a long way toward healing my gut and correspondingly my neck issues. The next day I bought a champion juicer and started juicing everyday. Within 3 months my neck issues had improved close to 70-80%. I felt so much better and was filled with hope and amazement at how much of a difference this simple thing, vegi juice worked. After all the people and “professionals” I had spoke to and things I had tried, the only person who actually knew what needed to be done was this lady from the health food store.
The next year was interesting at college. I juiced everyday and pretty much stopped drinking alcohol. When my friends and I went to parties I would bring and drink my juice, while they drank alcohol. They would introduce me like “this is a Yanke, he drinks the juice of carrots.” I began to notice along with my neck and body feeling better, my attitude and outlook started to change, about lots of things. What I thought were my interests, entertainment, film, acting, art, things that had been important to me for years, started losing there luster and faded out of my focus. They began to get replaced with a growing interest in healing arts and learning more about this alternative holistic lifestyle. A growing wonderment and question began to eek its way into the forefront of my consciousness. If something as simple as carrot juice could make such a profound difference where the whole of the medical field and so many other professions and conventional methods, systems had failed, then what else was false about what I had been taught and culturally conditioned to trust and believe in. And then I began to remember Herman’s words all those years ago and thought maybe I should try to contact him again and ask him a few questions that had started popping up in the back of my brain, about life and what was really going on.
Herman and I got reacquainted after some phone calls and a few visits when I was home from school. Each time he handed me a new book off the shelves and told me to read it, if I wanted to wake up. Books like “Max gerson’s a cancer thereapy-50 case history”, “Ether, God and Devil, cosmic superimposition, by Wilhelm Reich.” “The Fertile Earth” by Viktor Schauberger, “the effects of magnetism on the living system” by Davis and Rawls etc.. I read the books and they opened my eyes and curiosity even more.
When I was in film school in Chicago during this period, I was having a great time with my friends but no so much with myself. Something kept gnawing at me in the back of my brain. Two main realizations were forming in my consciousness. The first was, most of the time I wasn’t happy. I was having lots of fun, but when the drinking and joking around with my friends was done, I felt empty again, so I would go looking for another distraction to fill that void briefly. The other was most of my teachers and fellow classmates sucked. The teachers were just people that “worked” in the liberal arts business, hardly anyone of them had done anything of note or created an actual living in the business of making art. In short they were bitter people, who didn’t have the talent or a strong enough determination and courage to really take a shot, (which I have discovered, translates to not being willing or able to try and fail time after time after time and going back for more until you figure it out and produce that 1st one success.) My classmates, well most of them were just wasting their time and parents money, but that wasn’t my problem with them. A lot of them were conniving and developing healthy habits of backstabbing and skullduggery. It seems that the people of Hollywood begin their unscrupulous training at early ages. I witnessed many times, that people barely out of high school were already using any opportunity to step on their neighbor/classmates if it meant they might get ahead a little. I have a couple of good stories about this, but too long to write.
Anyways it all made me sick. I started saying to myself, if I really wanted to be an artist and make films, then I would. I would just start making them and keep at it, until it worked and I knew how to do it. That’s how most of the greats did it anyways. I stayed at school for a while, even though these thoughts were swirling around in my head. At one of the semester breaks I decided not to go back to school, just couldn’t do it anymore. It didn’t feel right. While at home I paid more and more visits to the Treehouse and Herman.
Something started to become very apparent, they were struggling, badly. I didn’t notice it at first because I was so excited about my health journey and all the new knowledge. The more I went there the more I noticed certain things. The shelves looked a little more bare, the produce was a little less stocked, I saw Christine less and less, because she was taking on much more massage and healing work, Herman looked more disheveled, things were not good financially at all for my friends.
I went more often to buy Juice and whatever produce my family needed, a gesture but not enough. Eventually the pattern became the same, I would go there in a good mood, walk in, run into Herman frantically trying to repair the heater that had broken, or doing electrical work, or handling customers because Christine was too busy. We would chat and he would expound about all the difficulties they were having and how they were very close to losing the business and there home (mortgages were tied into each other) and that they might be out on the street soon. I would stand there totally deflated listening to this man tell me woe after woe and also felt scared. Scared that not only would my friends lose everything, but that they were suffering and what was I going to do without this place that had been helping me so much, I didn’t know what to do.
One evening I was there and saw Herman when I walked in, he was in the back taking care of the wheat grass that they grew in a side greenhouse. They did this so they could provide customers with fresh juice. (later on I came to find out that they grew the grass at a loss almost continually. When I commented on this and asked why? Herman replied “because we are a Health food store, we are supposed to provide people with the best options to improve their health.” they also didn’t sell soy products even though they could have made good money, because soy destroys the functioning of a persons thyroid, among other things. I still use soy on my sushi, but limit soy mostly.) Anyways, I went over and tried to talk with him. He was extremely upset this day, he had been up all night taking care of his sick granddaughter and now he was here taking care of the wheat grass, because nobody was there to do it. He was so worried about his daughter, granddaughters and the store, not to mention how is own research and work was almost at a complete standstill, because he always had to fill in at the store. For whatever reason that day everything he was telling me, even though I had heard it all before, really struck me deep in my soul. Truly I felt something move inside me, a strong force of energy rose up in me and saw very clearly how bad a situation these people were in. I also saw how every time I went there, used them to help myself, but would just leave without doing something to help them, was just wrong. Without thinking much about what it meant, I interrupted his rant “well then what can I do to help you out Herman.” He looked shocked.. He asked if I was sure, I replied “absolutely, what do you need?”. “Could you take over the wheat grass, that would give me an extra 2-3 hrs a day to get my granddaughters and I’s health back and maybe get some research done.” “Sure, I could do that”. “Wow, thanks, I can’t believe it, thanks so much.. what do you want in return, you need to get something.” I thought about this for a second and then immediately knew what I wanted. “I want you to teach me what you know.” That was it, he told me that he agreed and would gladly show me. He was so happy, he kept thanking god and how grateful he was to me and how I was going to to learn so much. He told me what time to be there the next day and I left shortly after that to go home.
It struck me on the way home, the depth of what I had just done. I had made a promise, a real one, one that had possible dire consequences if not fulfilled. I wasn’t promising my parents to be a good boy for the babysitter and then terrorizing her after they left. This was a great man who was on the brink of collapse, as well as his families livelihood was at stake, this promise meant something. I had looked him in the eyes and seen hope come alive. This was the real deal, a true honest to goodness moment in life, I had made a pact and I knew deep down that I had to honor it, I was scared, but for the first time in a while I felt alive.
That decision turned into the wildest most evolutionary, non conventional living adventure you could possibly imagine. I started out with learning the wheat grass and just went into learning about everything else that Herman could offer, as well as the healing center. Over my time there I racked up over 45,000 hrs of experience and real world application of the following fields of research, study and skills.
9 years Professional licensed myomassologist (basically an upgraded massage therapist ) Biodynamic farming and gardening, raw food living and diets, Gerson’s therapy, Dinsha color light therapy, all the applications of magnets on living and non-living matter, massage therapy, reflexology, supplements and how to use them, how to restructure water and energize it (there are many people and companies that talk about being able to do this, most of them are just trying to make money and their water barely does anything), bio-energetic feedback, customer service, sales, management, speed reading, improving memory and recall, tons of other exercises to raise ones IQ, breathing exercises, different methods of meditation, raw juicing all of the benefits and different blends( I have personally juiced over a 2,000,000 ounces of vegi juice for customers and myself) healthy food and drink prep, the effects and uses of Homeopathy, German herbal spagyrics, flower essences, alpha brain wave state creation for creativity and relaxation, practical alchemy and it’s application, Goethe’s work on plants ( he was much more than just a poet/writer), lot’s of holistic festival and expo experience, lectured to 1000s of people audiences and taught classes, started a company with the people I worked with, that was the 1st in the U.S. to import the worlds leading organic silica liquid from Europe to the US, grew wheat grass for years, talked on the radio numerous times, read 100’s and 100’s of books on the healing arts, science and research, dealt numerous times with overbearing city officials and other bureaucratic types and navigated that type of nightmare successfully. There’s more but the point is I have really walked the path.
There wasn’t a moment in a day from many years where I did not push myself or was pushed to learn, heal, develop build and apply everything I could. I felt very strongly that I was dong real work and making a difference in the world, by not letting Hermans work/research fail and also keeping the health food store open so people had somewhere to go and learn.
It was hard, is hard for people to understand my intensity sometimes. I think they think of my passion and dedication to something as simple as a health food store and their like “you’ve seen one you’ve seem them all.
I call the Treehouse a health food store but it was more like a cathedral or research center. When a person came there they could actually find answers to real problems, not just products. Everyone that worked there lived, breathed ate healing and helping out people and the environment. In my own way I felt I was helping prevent another burning of the libraries in Alexandria.
Herman taught me the deeper understanding of his work and the others that he had met in his life, that had taught him. A lot of emphasis was on how much of humanity had been programmed to think and acted the way they did because most were what we would call asleep. Asleep basically means a person isn’t really participating in their own decision making, they mostly are being directed by their subconsciousness and whatever issues the people around them (usually family) had imprinted on them throughout there lives. Think about how when you meet a person and then meet there Father or Mother and you notice similarities between them. Even the way they stand, with a slight lean and pressure on the right foot with a tiny crook in the neck. For better or worse lots of people go through their lives being conditioned like this, it could be a healthy aptitude for discipline or alcoholism. This isn’t random its been programmed, it’s part emotional energy, part actual biological structuring. Multiply this concept by the totality of humanity, it’s entire history, all the good and bad and you begin to imagine the scope of how incredibly huge a problem we have, that needs to be faced if were to get anywhere, survive.
So what do you do? You start by trying to make your body as healthy as possible. Next you do your best to spend time with your inner self, meditate and clear out the bullshit that resides there. You try to get in touch with the daily patterns that are responsible for directing a lot of your decision making and you do your best to interrupt their grip on your life. Eventually you begin to gain a modicum of control over your actual decision making, thus gaining real control over yourself.
I could keep going about this but you get the idea. A lot of my time was directed to this work, still is somewhat. Anyways, years went by and I did what I could to help out, learn and work on myself. Herman would advance with his work and bring in some ideas, or device, or observation of change taking place in the environment. I saw same really amazing things, things I have never seen anywhere else. My days continued to be exciting and new but also very hard. Something always ended up coming up as a problem, $$. This one issue slowly became a wedge between us.
Almost all of the time I worked there I didn’t get paid, I traded work for knowledge. Once I became credentialed and built a clientele, I would get paid if we hit certain financial goals. Even though most of the time I gave the money back, because the lights were going to be turned off, or the gas was going to be shut off, or the water heater had finally broken and we needed another one to even operate. This caused massive strain on all of us, it always felt like we were never getting anywhere and we were always afraid of losing the place.
During these hard times Herman’s work would stop because no $$ could be spared to fund it. For years I saw Herman frustrated that he never had enough resources to do the things he needed to do. People came along and would get interested in his work and start helping to fund him, but eventually disagreements would happen over the proper allocation of the funds. In fairness to those who did come along, Herman could be a very hard man to get along with. He was a genius and very German. He had almost no filter when it came to seeing and pointing out your faults. He was usually right, uncannily so, but there definitely were times when he could have handled people better. Still the man was built to invent, discover, develop, improve and build, not worry about finances and navigating the egos and unconscious patterns of people.
Either way $$ became our biggest source of tension and stayed that way. He still did his part and taught me, but it had changed.
Nearing the last years I was there, I was getting close to 30. Still young and passionate but with an acquired bitterness and more hardened exterior. I had been through, we had been through so much. There really is so much more to this story, however it would take forever to tell the whole thing.
I was getting older and naturally started thinking about my future more. We were still struggling, not as bad but still not thriving. Also by this time almost 10 years had gone by. I had learned so much, I yearned to be able to use it and develop the ideas that were in my head. The problem again was money, no time to be creative and work on side projects when the mortgage was due. Truthfully things were beginning to stagnate. The blame game became a weekly and daily exercise, which we played often between everyone. Eventually we had a falling out and parted ways. I see now it was necessary for us all to grow, at the time it was incredibly sad and demoralizing. I felt empty for a while and had no idea what I was going to do. I was so burned out from giving everything for 10 years, the tank was empty. I also had no $$ or a plan.
It took about 6 months to regroup, maybe a full year. Either way when I did, I knew one thing. I was going to figure out how to understand and get that which had been so elusive all those years $$$.
After watching people with such great ideas and knowledge struggle so badly for so long, I was activated and angry. Even though we had a bad separation, I still loved and believed in my friends and mentors work. I was so pissed at the world, so much money was being wasted on entertainment, sports and just plain consumerism, while people like my mentor and his family worked 24/7 just to survive and maybe get some research done, just to help all of the people wasting money on bullshit. What a bizarro world we all live in, like I said bitter. I kept seeing Herman and others I had met, have to be beholden to money guys, who would just argue with these greats about there work, even though they didn’t posses a fraction of understanding about any of it. People like my mentor didn’t fit into the cultural mold, no in fact they had fought and earned a way out of it and they were being punished for being exceptional. There is something down here that makes sure that if you don’t ask to many questions, just get in line and be like everyone else and consume, consume, consume than comfort and security are mostly guaranteed.
People like my friends and I will say myself now, we blaze our own trails and suffer the consequences. Very few come along and offer real help because they can see and understand vision.
All of this being said, I pretty much arrived at a conclusion. The money guys didn’t understand the geniuses and trail blazers, and the Herman’s of the world found it difficult to get along with most people. They also didn’t ever have any money because it was very hard for them to worry about working for money, when their time should only be used for developing tools for the greater good. Starving artist are the same way. They live in a world were only the art matters, to them its life force and nutrition in a way, to do anything but becomes insufferable. It can be hard to understand, this inability, to do something as simple and mundane as get a job and go to work, however it is for some. So my conclusion became, I was going to do both.
Herman had taught me so much and I have it all up in my head, it would be a total waste to not use it and bring my own version of it to the world. In order to do so I was going to need to build a resource pipeline to fund the work. This meant that I was going to have to become a money guy in order to fund my own work in trailblazing and others that were doing the work and needed help. I had spent the last 10 years in the fortress of solitude, learning about all the mysteries of the world and myself, now I was going to have to go out into the world and get down into the muck of the mundane and figure out $$$.
So that is what I have done over the past years. It has been as long and hard journey, as much as my Treehouse years, harder sometimes because most of my battles were fought internally and I lost those fights over and over. Now though after 10 years failing and picking myself up off the ground totally defeated by my own deeds and getting up and trying again {kiplings poem IF, is the description of the past 20 years of my life. Especially the verse (Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools) I believe that I have found a way to build my pipeline. It took everything I had, all my time, all my energy, all my money, but I feel now that I understand $$$, how it works and how to get it. So we will see if I am right over the next 10-20 years in the application phase.
I have given up so much to get to where I am at, I wonder if its been worth it. When others were dating or at the bar trying to get laid, or building a career, getting a house loan or any other “normal” life thing, I was working and being trained by a real master of his craft. In a world where the spiritual significance of events and communing are losing there connection to being an actual part of normal reality. For me I still place much importance on all of it. All things are connected even though I have moments of doubt, I cannot help but believing in it.
Thanks for spending some of your time to hear about how I have spent mine.
Matthew DiPonio Yanke
DynamicEarthling.com 