Truth Doesn't Make a Sound

Hearing our Own Stories Makes Us Better Listeners

When a Truth falls in the mirkwood of denial…do we hear it?

I didn’t want to be like those “other people” :

Fat, sick, and nearly dead.

As a teen, I had seen Death come home too many times when it claimed the lives of my mother, grandfather, and grandmother. 

I was done trying to save others.  I didn’t even want to save myself anymore.

I just wanted to run from the pain.

I had seen doctors assume the throne of false gods, as they would distill complex chronic illnesses into oversimplified solutions of magic pills.

Everyone seemed to have all the answers without having asked any questions.

I learned that we have to become our own best health advocates, and channelled my rage against the machine into studying medical publications and books.

I believed I could expose the truth of how chronic toxicity was knowingly perpetrated by Big Pharma’s foot soldiers.

I shouted from the rooftops, where I thought someone would hear me.

But my felled trees of truth made no sound in a murky woods filled only with the silence of people I thought were friends.

I learned that the healing people needed was truly a quiet one of presence.

People would rather have me listen than lecture.

Many a man would rather you heard his story than grant his request.

― Lord Chesterfield

Even though my search for the light started in darkness, my rusted heart still bore an unrelenting flame from a inextinguishable torch of compassion that had been passed down by my ancestors.

I decided I wouldn’t let others feel the pain I felt.

Those “other people” I didn’t want to be like became all of “my people.”

But to carry that torch I had to become even more vulnerable than before. 

I had to open myself up to true criticism, not from my inner demons, but from the mirror of my soul - and the artist who pushed me to die to each day.

Instead of comparing myself to others, I chose to level the scales with my past.

So I started to listen to what my story was telling me. 

I began to do the inner work that filled me with passion, sorrow, and joy.

I’d write letters to my past Self, reflect on my life through art therapy, and incorporated a clean lifestyle.

Instead of staying up late at night in the fear of missing out, I woke up each morning and found that I actually had been missing out.

I had been taking the magnificent Sunrise, the music of the birds, and the laughter of the trees for granted.

Most importantly, I made sure to never miss another moment to shine a little quiet light on the lives of others: just like that Sun whose healing rays of infrared we often don’t see.

So…

Instead of granting you your wish, I’d like to hear your story.

You can come tell me on November 1st, as we begin 21 days of total mind body Regeneration.

Learn how to sync your circadian rhythm and use the Sun in order to:

• Amplify your metabolism

• Enhance mental focus

• Restore sleep.

Join us: 21 Day Regenerate Challenge

Don’t compromise. Seek 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵.

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