I added this track in honor of Justin Peach's brand new baby daughter. Thank you, Monk Haku. https://youtu.be/QuQvC16isng

This beautiful new being just arrived on planet earth and she has stolen my heart ❤️ I have only had sons so far this lifetime so she is a great blessing. I have therefore not been in the community so much but wanted to give you a quick update on things: 🎬 A new podcast episode will drop soon so keep your eyes peeled 👀 🐾 I am thinking a lot how to structure the coming premium group (this will be for those of you who want to work more closely with me.) An update on this coming soon. 🐣 I am planning a new YouTube channel. It will be more simple, less edited. ETM Channel kind of pushed me in a certain direction but I also want to talk in a simple way on how to bring the liberated perspective in our day to day. What might Enlightenment look like without the gurus, having to meditate in a cave or overdose on Ayahuasca? Keep you posted! 😺 If you would like me to organize a new Q & A soon let me know in the comments below. I would love to hear from you ❤️ Much Love, Justin

*sips 2nd gin & tonic with a squeeze of lime on the rocks https://youtu.be/AXykcZZr1HM

For anyone going through a tough time. I have lost everything multiple times and had to start from zero. Here's what I learned and how it changed me... 👉 Question - how have tough times shaped the person you are today❓ https://youtu.be/ur1GPXRUJZw?is=z1EnHrWNok0jjlVQ

What are the experiences that quietly reorganized the structure of your consciousness? Not the things you merely enjoyed. Not passing entertainment. Not temporary distractions. I mean the rare experiences that somehow continued living inside you long after the moment itself had passed. Certain books. Certain films. Certain songs. Certain deaths. Certain teachers. Certain symbols. Certain moments of awe. Something happens in those moments that feels strangely disproportionate to the event itself. A kind of psychic lock engages. The experience stops being “content” and becomes architecture. I recently listened to an old interview by Howard Bloom discussing what made Prince who he was. Bloom described searching for what he called “passion points” in an artist’s life. The formative moments that didn’t merely influence someone, but reorganized them. One story involved Prince as a small child watching his father rehearse on a stage surrounded by lights, music, beauty, and energy. Bloom believed that single moment fused itself into Prince’s nervous system and became a kind of lifelong gravitational center around which everything else organized. And honestly, I think Bloom is onto something profound. Because when you really examine your own life carefully, you start noticing that some experiences never actually ended. They kept unfolding. For me, one of those experiences was seeing 2001: A Space Odyssey as a child. I was seven years old. Most kids would have been bored to tears. Slow pacing. Almost no dialogue. Strange imagery. Long silences. But something about it bypassed ordinary understanding completely and lodged itself somewhere much deeper. I didn’t “understand” the film intellectually at the time. In some ways I still don’t. Yet it continued developing inside me across decades like a seed unfolding layer after layer. Years later I would encounter Philip K. Dick, Gurdjieff, recursive symbolism, altered states, Jungian thought, and eventually my own attempts to map systems of perception and meaning through frameworks like THL. Looking backward, I can now see that the film was acting less like entertainment and more like an initiatory event.