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In 2003, I was diagnosed with testicular cancer. By the time it was fully revealed, it had already spread—into my intestines, lungs, and lymphatic system. The doctors gave me six months to live unless I agreed to undergo aggressive treatment.​
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In that moment, all my illusions vanished. The future I had imagined dissolved. Life, as I knew it, was over.
 
And yet… it had just begun.
 
I chose to undergo surgery, followed by radiation and chemotherapy. The road was long and painful—but strangely luminous. What once felt like a death sentence became, in time, a blessing. It shattered the false self—the ego I had built around survival and control—and allowed my shadows to rise: the pain, the fear, the unconscious wounds I had never faced. Not to punish me… but to be seen, felt, and healed.
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From that breaking came a blooming.
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I became a vegetarian for two years. I turned inward. I explored spiritual teachings from the East—practicing breathwork, meditation, and the quiet art of surrender. I was no longer seeking survival. I was seeking meaning.

I was seeking spirit.
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That illness, which once threatened to end my life, became the event that rebirthed my soul.
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A Meeting Written in the Stars​
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After four years of personal struggle—including the collective upheaval of the 2008 economic collapse—I met my wife, Cindy, in 2012. A symbolic year for the planet… and a turning point in my journey.
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Cindy was a local farmer in a small Idaho town, a single mother raising three little angels. From the first moment our eyes met, something ancient stirred. The connection was more than attraction—it was magnetic. Spiritual. It felt as though we had each been walking through lifetimes searching for one another.

As if we had been living half-lives—and had finally found our missing piece. We married in 2016. But the deeper part of our story—the part that still gives me chills—was only beginning to reveal itself.
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The Voice in the Mountains (2018)​
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In 2018, Cindy and I spent a weekend at a cabin nestled deep in the mountains. One morning, I woke early and went outside to greet the stillness. I played my flute softly while the forest stirred to life—birds, trees, wind, all gently waking.
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Eyes closed, immersed in breath and sound, I suddenly heard something behind me: a voice.

Not something I could understand. But something ancient… rhythmic… like a sacred dialect.

It reminded me of Native American tongues—but even more ethereal.
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I turned—and there was Cindy. Eyes closed, arms gently raised, speaking a language I had never heard her speak before.

At first, I thought maybe she was playing or trying to get my attention. But her tone was clear, elegant, soft, and deeply articulate. Though I speak three languages, I had never heard anything like it.
 

Still… I didn’t ask her about it.

Something in me knew: this moment wasn’t meant for explanation. It was meant to be felt.
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Egypt: A Portal and a Voice (2022)
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In 2022, Cindy and I traveled to Egypt for a planetary alignment event on 2/2/22, led by Matias De Stefano—a man who remembers his past lives and teaches from ancient records.

Alongside 99 others, we entered the Great Pyramid of Cheops to participate in a powerful ceremony to assist Earth’s evolution.
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Days later, I was struck by intense chest pain—sharp and overwhelming, as if I were having a heart attack. I collapsed. Cindy, without hesitation, closed her eyes and entered a deep state.

Then she began speaking the same mysterious language I had heard in the mountains.
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She placed her knuckles on my sternum and began to purr like a cat, her hands gently moving over my face—as if I had a feline snout. The pain—centered like a ring around my heart—began to dissolve.
After three rounds of that sound, the pain had reduced by half.
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Then Cindy said,

“The spirit of Amun Ra is integrating through you.”
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She asked me to make the purring sound myself. I did—and with each sound, the pain diminished further. After three more purrs, it was gone. Completely. It felt as if I had been cracked open, cleansed, and reborn through sound.
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Months later, back home, I came across a channeled text called The Law of One. In it, Amun Ra is described not as a deity, but as a messenger of unity, infinite intelligence, and selfless service.
 
When I read those words, something clicked.
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I hadn’t imagined what happened in the pyramid.

Something real—ancient and cosmic—had awakened within me.
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Since then, I’ve felt called to share a simple truth:
 
We are One.

We were never born, and we will never die.
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I see myself in every living thing. My life is now the path of selfless will—a desire to serve, to heal, and to help others awaken to their true nature.”
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