System Reset

Breathe-Dance-Meditate

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It starts with you. If you lose yourself, your relationships, balance, peace, health, etc. in doing something, then what are you good for?

It was my birthday on Monday, January 15th. Last year, I celebrated my 50th by premiering my second documentary film The Real Time Line to a room full of friends. I was still living in St. Augustine but rented a place in South Beach, Miami for the weekend. I had an awesome time.

This year, I now apparently live in South Beach. I say ‘apparently’ because this was not my plan. I took ten suitcases to Costa Rica after they sold the beautiful home I was renting in St. Augustine and i had less than 50 days to find a place to live. With very little time to find a home, I decided to go back to the jungles of Costa Rica as the land had been calling me back since I left in 2020. I thought I was going to live out the rest of my days of the Apocalypse with monkeys.

I rented a beautiful and very remote little casita where I was waking up with the birds and the bees. Thanks to a vendor, I learned that the man I hired to run my beautiful company HoneyColony was embezzling funds. He also moved my magazine and de-indexed me from Google, therefore temporarily zeroing out my traffic and revenue on the website. (I moved the magazine back but the damage to my SEO while recoverable had been done). And then when I tried to recuperate my funds from my bank, Wells Fargo locked me out of my business account despite me telling them I was in Central America.

“I dont understand. Why do I need to fly back home on my dime? I am the one who was defrauded. You need me to go back to America to authenticate myself but you just authenticated me now to speak to me,” I told the robotic Wells Fargo customer service person in the Philippines.

But he didn’t care. He hung up.

So I returned to America to take care of business and used it as an opportunity to speak about Charles Lieber at the ReAwaken Tour in Miami. I was going to stay for a week and go back. But then in an epic dance move, I tore my Meniscus and literally could not walk for months. Shoutout to Margie who helped me get stem cells to heal. And thank you to Dave Konn, who I recently interviewed about PEMPs who helped me get the stem cells.

For my birthday, I went for a cryo dip in the ocean. It’s been gray skies for more than a month and, according to natives, this weather is not normal. But then again what is anymore?

As I sat cross-legged on my beach towel, I thanked God for all the blessings in my life. I also wondered what the hell has happened to our planet. I think about this a lot. I listened to the waves crash and marveled at the fact that I actually miss the nineties. I am an empath and clairaudient intuitive. I never really share this with people. I’ve unfortunately gone against my gut. I don’t advise this. There was one night while The Embezzler was still working for me that i woke up suddenly in the night with the thought he was going to bankrupt me.

“You seem to have a high tolerance for stress,” my dear friend Natalie told me. It was also her birthday.

“Maybe so,” I responded, “but I know adrenal fatigue is real.”

Although I spent three strong years covering the Rona Regime and trying to warn people that a dangerous jab was on its way, this year I am focused on building back better in my own life. I’ve been due to my own Great Reset.

When I re-read Orwell’s 1984 in July 2019, I was angry at Winston for going through all that he did only to cherish a mundane afternoon having a cappuccino. But now four years into the Rona Regime, I understand him.

Not to belabor the point, but getting banned from Venmo, Vimeo, Paypal, GoFundMe, Amazon, debanked by Chase, smeared on NBC, and persecuted by the government is also not normal.

The Rona Regime in itself was/is traumatic. I am a warrior, but all these attacks on my livelihood have taken a toll on my spirit and bank account. I somehow keep getting back up. And yes I’ve also suffered from Victim Stance where I absolutely blame Big Tech and feel that I did nothing to deserve this other than exemplifying courage and exercising my Constitutional Rights. Over the past three years, I also began to expect bad things to happen. I call it “Cancel PTSD,” a condition experienced when you are ostracized from society for not conforming or accepting bullshit.

And how successful was I? Did I save any lives for the price of my near digital assassination? My mom did not listen to my pleas and is now vaccine-injured, and my stepdad is skirting death's door -- also due to the jabs and boosters. And my dad, who used to work for Pfizer, has stopped speaking to me. The visual of my father who proclaims to be a Christian going on Facebook and going through the motions of blocking me is mind-blowing t me.

Doesn’t Jesus forgive? And if you are wondering what I did. Well, I refused to listen to my dad’s instructions to not speak to him about the virus. He didn’t care about my findings.

“I am sorry I called you,” he said before he hung up on me. That was more than a year ago.

“Do you think J.C. would wear a face diaper?” I texted him.

I thought it was clever. But I very sadly have not heard from him since.

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to. Cry if I want to. You would cry too if it happened to you.

I found myself singing this to myself as I thought of all of this.

I don’t mean to have a pity party. I am not a victim but I have been victimized. I am a journalist. Do you get it? “I am just doing my job” and reporting what I found. It’s not a luxury, it’s what I went to University for four years for!

And meanwhile, I sure know that I am not the only one who lost family and friends both figuratively and literally. I regularly speak to Vaccine-injured people and I am very well aware of how this Agenda celebrates death and all the lower frequencies. They want to keep people in the first, and second chakras. No self-will. Closed off hearts. No one is speaking their truth. No connection to their inner vision and cut off from their source. That the heart, throat, third-eye and crown chakras, by the way.

I think the jab DID impact the God Gene. Do you think it’s an accident that Big Pharma went after the heart?

In any case, God, my higher-self told me ‘get your house in order.’ It’s been one thing after the other, and know I need to process to heal. I just have not been able to carve out that much time.

System Reset Experience: Breathe-Dance-Meditate

This year, my priority is building back better. I’ve sacrificed enough to warn others. Since it was my birthday, I went to a workshop Thursday evening aimed at resetting the nervous system.

Chiropractic neurologist and naturopath Dr. John Lieurance told me about the event after our recent interview. (Stay tuned for the upcoming episode of Truth Lives Here where Dr. John Lieurance and I talk about biohacking, functional medicine, and the power of methylene blue).

The immersive wellness experience promised to transform every aspect of my being with breathwork, meditation, sound healing, and ecstatic dance.

“Whether you're looking to power up your body with cutting-edge techniques or embark on a deep inner journey from darkness to light, this night is designed to help you unlock your full potential and achieve optimal health, harmony, and happiness on a journey through breath, dance, and meditation,” read the flyer.

The transformative journey was led by Pavel Stuchlik who is behind NOA|AON. NOA is a movement that embodies the essence of movement, harmony, and wholeness. At the same time, AON stands for All or None, indicating our commitment to creating a space where everyone is welcome and valued.

There are four stages toward a RESET, Pavel explained.

• Awakening is the first phase: A realization of the problem, challenge, or need.

• Cleaning Up: Letting go of the old.

• Empowerment: Making the changes needed.

• Unhook: Taking time off to re-evaluate and integrate.

The object of his “Reset Method” is analogous to a system reset on a computer. It’s also meant to calibrate our frequency. Think of yourself as a piano. When you play, you can vibrate on a high-key note or low-key note. Low key notes are negative and high key notes are positive.

After slipping on some headphones and an eye mask, I lay down on my yoga mat as Pavel walked us through a guided meditation and breathing exercises for the next two hours. We experienced various breathing exercises, including Wim Hoff techniques that got my body tingling. At certain times when holding my breath, I felt I was going to pass out. We also breathing in and out of our chakra system.

At one point, we were told to pair up. I faced my girlfriend cross-legged and we gazed into each other eyes. I released a lot of tears. I tried to control myself. But I was glad to see so much sadness come out. I sent love to my mamma and my dad. I was so grateful to give myself this time.

Pavel also took us through Ho'oponopono (pronounced HO-oh-Po-no-Po-no), a centuries-old native Hawaiian method of apology and forgiveness still practiced. The word ho’oponopono roughly translates to “cause things to move back in balance” or to “make things right.”

I’d recited the prayer before, years ago, in relation to the man who hit me with his SUV and dragged me across the cement 50 feet.

“I’M SORRY, PLEASE FORGIVE ME, THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU”

I thought of my father. I sent him love and wondered if he had ANY clue to how he’d broken my heart. I asked for his forgiveness. I wondered if he felt me? And, although I was not successful, I tried to forgive the sociopath grifter liar who tried to sink my company. I’ll keep trying.

To conclude we sipped warm cacao which opens the heart and then we moved our bodies with dance (my fav part). By the end, I felt magnificent! My heart was open and I felt so much gratitude.

The breath is SOO POWERFUL! If you need a little RESET yourself, here’s a taste of Pavel.

I love to write. I love to share the inner workings of my mind along with information. Substack actually allows me to be the badass journalist I am. I take the intersection of truth and health very seriously. Thank you for your support. And remember to take deep breaths.