Ethan's Story
The Early Years
The Early Years
I was six years old when my parents and teachers pushed me ahead. Skipping a grade meant I was always smaller, always younger than everyone else.
This created a particular kind of dissonance in my developing psyche – I compensated by shrinking further into myself, becoming the quiet observer. One who prefers to asks questions, afraid of attracting too much attention.
I was six years old when my parents and teachers pushed me ahead. Skipping a grade meant I was always smaller, always younger than everyone else.
This created a particular kind of dissonance in my developing psyche – I compensated by shrinking further into myself, becoming the quiet observer. One who prefers to asks questions, afraid of attracting too much attention.
Numbing Out
Numbing Out
From seventeen to twenty one, I embraced what I can only be described as my "partying phase". I joined a fraternity in college, binge drank three to four times a week, and was addicted to caffeine…all while pursuing a rigorous engineering degree.
This meant struggling with chronic, low-level health issues: constipation for days, social anxieties, high expectations, judgement, jealousy, bitterness, chronic fatigue and brain fog.
In hindsight, this time in my life was less about enjoyment and more about escaping the growing sense that something fundamental was missing.
From seventeen to twenty one, I embraced what I can only be described as my "partying phase". I joined a fraternity in college, binge drank three to four times a week, and was addicted to caffeine…all while pursuing a rigorous engineering degree.
This meant struggling with chronic, low-level health issues: constipation for days, social anxieties, high expectations, judgement, jealousy, bitterness, chronic fatigue and brain fog.
In hindsight, this time in my life was less about enjoyment and more about escaping the growing sense that something fundamental was missing.
Corporate Cage
Corporate Cage
After college, I found myself trapped in the predictable trajectory – 60-hour workweeks as a project manager in a corporate office.
The only thread keeping me tethered to sanity was yoga. Each day I'd sprint to my car after work, desperate to make it to class on time, seeking some refuge from the existential and nihilistic thoughts consuming me.
With the help of a life coach, I finally understood what I truly needed: space. After decades of nonstop doing, I needed rest. Solitude.
After college, I found myself trapped in the predictable trajectory – 60-hour workweeks as a project manager in a corporate office.
The only thread keeping me tethered to sanity was yoga. Each day I'd sprint to my car after work, desperate to make it to class on time, seeking some refuge from the existential and nihilistic thoughts consuming me.
With the help of a life coach, I finally understood what I truly needed: space. After decades of nonstop doing, I needed rest. Solitude.
Deepening
Deepening
As COVID reshuffled the world, I settled in Asheville, North Carolina, working as a strength and conditioning coach and yoga instructor for the Asheville Yoga Center. The slowed pace of life allowed me to dive even deeper into my meditation and yoga practices.
At one point, I even spent a full month alone in a cabin in the woods, confronting my suffering and questioning my purpose.
In 2021, all of this inner work culminated into a huge breakthrough – what yogis call "a Kundalini awakening". For months, my spine would uncontrollably throb with energy, like an electrical wire constantly being surged, occasionally seizing up and leaving me breathless. Past life memories and astral planes began surfacing, cracking open dimensions I never knew existed.
As COVID reshuffled the world, I settled in Asheville, North Carolina, working as a strength and conditioning coach and yoga instructor for the Asheville Yoga Center. The slowed pace of life allowed me to dive even deeper into my meditation and yoga practices.
At one point, I even spent a full month alone in a cabin in the woods, confronting my suffering and questioning my purpose.
In 2021, all of this inner work culminated into a huge breakthrough – what yogis call "a Kundalini awakening". For months, my spine would uncontrollably throb with energy, like an electrical wire constantly being surged, occasionally seizing up and leaving me breathless. Past life memories and astral planes began surfacing, cracking open dimensions I never knew existed.
The World as Guru
The World as Guru
The momentum then began carrying me beyond borders – Berlin for a few months, then Austin, Guatemala, Boulder, Asheville, California, Thailand, India, and Japan where I undertook intensive kung fu training.
Each location became both classroom and teacher as I continued to introspect, reach deeper into my heart, build out my digital offerings, and write extensively about the nature of mind and healing the body.
The momentum then began carrying me beyond borders – Berlin for a few months, then Austin, Guatemala, Boulder, Asheville, California, Thailand, India, and Japan where I undertook intensive kung fu training.
Each location became both classroom and teacher as I continued to introspect, reach deeper into my heart, build out my digital offerings, and write extensively about the nature of mind and healing the body.
What's Next?
What's Next?
My world travels aren't complete – there's still a year of exploration ahead.
Nor has my spiritual awakening reached its conclusion, though I can feel I am approaching a significant checkpoint whereupon my Kundalini completes its ascent to the pineal gland, the third eye.
That said, I've discovered enough about the body and mind to confidently begin sharing it with others. That means shifting my attention back into worldly affairs and selfless service.
If you're interested in this work, recommend you create an account and watch the content that calls to you. From there, if you want to deepen your spiritual journey, purchase a subscription and really start digging into the yoga classes and meditations.
Thank you for being on this adventure with me. Let me know how I can support you. 🙏🏻
- Ethan ॐ
April 8th, 2025
My world travels aren't complete – there's still a year of exploration ahead.
Nor has my spiritual awakening reached its conclusion, though I can feel I am approaching a significant checkpoint whereupon my Kundalini completes its ascent to the pineal gland, the third eye.
That said, I've discovered enough about the body and mind to confidently begin sharing it with others. That means shifting my attention back into worldly affairs and selfless service.
If you're interested in this work, recommend you create an account and watch the content that calls to you. From there, if you want to deepen your spiritual journey, purchase a subscription and really start digging into the yoga classes and meditations.
Thank you for being on this adventure with me. Let me know how I can support you. 🙏🏻
- Ethan ॐ
April 8th, 2025
Misalignments
At eleven, I broke my collarbone in an ocean kayaking accident. My body healed crooked (you can see in the photos that my spine and right shoulder were quite caved in), creating a cascade of physical imbalances that rippled through my entire system – affecting everything from hand-eye coordination to eyesight to self-confidence.
Thus, the physical body became my first teacher about alignment, though I wouldn't understand this lesson until much later.
The Glitch
Everything shifted during a research study abroad trip to Australia before my senior year of college. At twenty years old, separated from friends, family, and familiar anchors, I found myself spiraling into depression and anxiety.
The breaking point came on an island in the Great Barrier Reef. What should have been paradise became the backdrop for profound misery as I sobbed uncontrollably on my bed after another fight with my long-distance girlfriend.
Then I heard it – a strange laughing sound outside my door. "I didn't know there were monkeys on this island," I thought, instantly perking up with curiosity.
My mind glitched, registering the absurd shift: "Weren't you just depressed two seconds ago, and now you're excited about monkeys?"
In that moment, I recognized for the first time that I was making all of it up. All of it. The thoughts weren't me!!
What followed was a day of complete presence – walking barefoot around the island, seeing the world in technicolor, feeling truly alive for the first time in my life.
(It was a kookaburra, by the way, not a monkey.)
Montana Reset
So at 22, I quit everything. Moved to Montana. Got my yoga certification. Attended my first 10-day meditation retreat.
For four months, I did nothing but study anatomy, read, journal, stare at rivers, and give myself permission to just…exist. And while on the surface, I was idle – it was undoubtedly the most active form of healing I'd ever undertaken.
Moving Meditation
The energy building within me created a natural impulse toward movement.
I rented a friend's van and spent six months traveling the country, visiting national parks, sleeping in parking lots, and using the changing landscape as a backdrop for even deeper meditation.
My 10-day retreats continued, the silence more profound, as I continued to dismantle the structures of my mind.
Expanding Influence
As my understanding deepened, so did the reach of my teaching. Corporate speaking events, podcasts, co-living residencies, and high-profile clients began to find me – not because I sought them out, but because the authenticity of my journey resonated with their own search for meaning.
Misalignments
At eleven, I broke my collarbone in an ocean kayaking accident. My body healed crooked (you can see in the photos that my spine and right shoulder were quite caved in), creating a cascade of physical imbalances that rippled through my entire system – affecting everything from hand-eye coordination to eyesight to self-confidence.
Thus, the physical body became my first teacher about alignment, though I wouldn't understand this lesson until much later.
The Glitch
Everything shifted during a research study abroad trip to Australia before my senior year of college. At twenty years old, separated from friends, family, and familiar anchors, I found myself spiraling into depression and anxiety.
The breaking point came on an island in the Great Barrier Reef. What should have been paradise became the backdrop for profound misery as I sobbed uncontrollably on my bed after another fight with my long-distance girlfriend.
Then I heard it – a strange laughing sound outside my door. "I didn't know there were monkeys on this island," I thought, instantly perking up with curiosity.
My mind glitched, registering the absurd shift: "Weren't you just depressed two seconds ago, and now you're excited about monkeys?"
In that moment, I recognized for the first time that I was making all of it up. All of it. The thoughts weren't me!!
What followed was a day of complete presence – walking barefoot around the island, seeing the world in technicolor, feeling truly alive for the first time in my life.
(It was a kookaburra, by the way, not a monkey.)
Montana Reset
So at 22, I quit everything. Moved to Montana. Got my yoga certification. Attended my first 10-day meditation retreat.
For four months, I did nothing but study anatomy, read, journal, stare at rivers, and give myself permission to just…exist. And while on the surface, I was idle – it was undoubtedly the most active form of healing I'd ever undertaken.
Moving Meditation
The energy building within me created a natural impulse toward movement.
I rented a friend's van and spent six months traveling the country, visiting national parks, sleeping in parking lots, and using the changing landscape as a backdrop for even deeper meditation.
My 10-day retreats continued, the silence more profound, as I continued to dismantle the structures of my mind.
Expanding Influence
As my understanding deepened, so did the reach of my teaching. Corporate speaking events, podcasts, co-living residencies, and high-profile clients began to find me – not because I sought them out, but because the authenticity of my journey resonated with their own search for meaning.
Misalignments
At eleven, I broke my collarbone in an ocean kayaking accident. My body healed crooked (you can see in the photos that my spine and right shoulder were quite caved in), creating a cascade of physical imbalances that rippled through my entire system – affecting everything from hand-eye coordination to eyesight to self-confidence.
Thus, the physical body became my first teacher about alignment, though I wouldn't understand this lesson until much later.
The Glitch
Everything changed while on a research study abroad trip to Australia before my senior year of college. At twenty years old, separated from friends, family, and familiar anchors, I found myself spiraling into depression and anxiety.
Rock bottom came on an island in the Great Barrier Reef. What should have been paradise became the backdrop for profound misery as I sobbed uncontrollably on my bed after another fight with my then long-distance girlfriend.
Then I heard it – a strange laughing sound outside my door. "I didn't know there were monkeys on this island," I thought, instantly wiping the tears off my face, and perking up with curiosity.
Just then, my mind turned back on itself, registering the dramatic change of heart: "Weren't you just depressed two seconds ago, and now you're excited about monkeys?"
Everything stopped. Glitched. In that moment, I recognized for the first time that I was making all of it up. All of it. These thoughts weren't me – who am I? How did I get here?
What followed was an utterly profound day of complete presence – walking barefoot around the island, seeing the world in technicolor, and feeling truly alive for the first time in my life.
(It was a kookaburra, by the way, not a monkey.)
Montana Reset
So at 22, I quit. Moved to Montana. Got my yoga certification. Attended my first 10-day silent meditation retreat.
Afterwards, for four months, I did nothing but study anatomy, read, journal, and stare at rivers and trees. Full permission to just…exist. While on the surface, I was extremely idle – it was undoubtedly the most active form of healing I'd ever undertaken.
Moving Meditation
The energy building within me created a natural impulse toward movement.
I rented a friend's van and spent six months traveling the United States, visiting national parks, sleeping in parking lots, and using the changing landscape as a backdrop for even deeper meditation.
My 10-day retreats continued, the silence more profound, as I continued to dismantle the structures of my mind.
Along the way, I also discovered Medical Medium protocols, began juicing celery, transformed my diet, and watched as symptoms I'd struggled with for years began to dissolve.
Expanding Influence
As my understanding deepened, so did the reach and level of my yoga teaching. Corporate speaking events, podcast invitations, co-living residencies, and high-profile clients began to find me – not because I sought them out, but because the authenticity of my seeking resonated with their own search for meaning.
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