Rey is so good at teaching/guiding/reminding us of our royal nature and stuff! And ALL of the videos and meditations are great! Currently I have a favorite. And it’s also my favorite to share with others in order to ENCOURAGE. I know we also can help others. And since this is a community that was sparked by our common fondness of Royal Rebel Rey, ,,,maybe we could share our current favorite of his teachings and stuff!? https://youtu.be/uN8uPTyjodQ?si=sk4Qt9Va2mETKRN3

I had an exchange on Instagram today and felt like sharing my text here. Maybe it resonates with you in some way. For a long time, I only drank when I was out. With people. At parties. Festivals. Concerts. Social gatherings. Being around others without alcohol felt unbearable. Drinking was not a choice. It was the entry ticket. At home, it was different. I did not miss alcohol at all. Not even a single drop. That alone should have told me something. Then one day, I woke up with a sudden, quiet realization. This body is the most extraordinary thing I will ever own. It keeps me alive without asking. It breathes, heals, adapts, carries me through every single day. It is the only reason I can experience anything at all. Without it, there is no seeing, no feeling, no remembering, no living. It is the only way I can perceive this life, to see, to feel, to smell, to move, to touch this world. This body, this one fragile, intelligent vessel, is the only thing that will truly stay with me until my last breath. And I was pouring poison into it. Again and again. Forcing it to fight, to filter, to clean up after me. I remember thinking: What am I actually doing? So I stopped. Not out of discipline. Not out of fear. But out of respect. Because I realized something even deeper: I was not drinking because I loved alcohol. I was drinking to belong. I would not have been with those people without drinking. I would not have been at those parties. That life only worked as long as I numbed myself enough to tolerate it. And that was the moment it became clear: I was living a life that was not really mine. When you are truly yourself, you do not need alcohol. You do not need cigarettes to hold onto. You do not need anything to escape your own body. The urge to drink is rarely about alcohol. It is a signal that your body already knows you do not belong where you are. That you are not living your real truth. And that truth does not have to look impressive. It might be quiet. It might be sitting alone at home, choosing simplicity over noise. But when it is real, you can feel it. And when it is real, you no longer need to numb yourself to survive it.