When you synthesize the core principles of biology, biochemistry, neurology, herbology, psychology, neurolinguistic programming, ethnobotany, and physiology, and then blend this scientific foundation with economic sociology, physics, economics, finance, and utilitarianism, and finally, garnish it all with the profound self-knowledge found in occult metaphysics—you begin to understand ME.

Rather than simply narrating my origin story, I prefer to share the definitive life events that have shaped me into the person I am today. These experiences offer a clearer insight into my true identity and the fundamental reasons that drive my actions.

These defining events include:

Every word you have just read is verifiable truth that can be validated and confirmed. I have lived an extraordinary life in these brief 35 years, and I will continue to refine the application of this information to turn my life into a testimonial of what a purpose-driven human being is capable of. My hope is to inspire others to choose to experience their own true potential.

The Mundane, Yet Necessary, Details

Now for the more mundane—but necessary—details of my background.

I was born on the Island of St. Thomas, USVI, on June 28th, 1990, shortly after Category 5 Hurricane Hugo had completely ravaged the islands. Interestingly, St. Thomas was also the birthplace of Edward Wilmont Blyden, the intellectual originator of Pan-Africanism whose ideals inspired and shaped both Marcus Garvey and W.E.B. Du Bois. I enjoy making connections between myself and people who achieve great things; it is a practice that helps me align my self-identity with greatness. This is something I encourage you to consider as well.

I was raised on the Island of St. Croix during my adolescent years. For the first eight years, my family was a somewhat functional unit, consisting of my mother Norma Concepcion, my father Michael Lee, my older sister Yoshia Tamara Daniels (who was truly like a second mother to me, being seven years my senior), and my younger sister Chenoa Michelle Lee.

Around the time I was eight, my father told me he was leaving for two weeks. He then disappeared from the face of the earth, only calling again two years later. This was a very traumatic event and became the root cause of my history with asthma, as sadness is known to weaken the lungs. Every time the Sahara dust would come over the islands, my asthma would arrive like clockwork, sending me to the hospital for weeks or months at a time.

The condition was severe. I depended on my inhaler for survival to the point where forgetting it would trigger anxiety. Furthermore, the prednisone and Proventil I was taking altered my hormonal cascade, resulting in "man boobs" and a "stripper booty" as a young man going through puberty.

This cycle persisted until two events triggered an epiphany. The first occurred during a Category 3 hurricane. My mother, sisters, and I were huddled like sardines in a closet because the hurricane began lifting the roof. In the middle of this crisis, my inhaler completely ran out. I started to panic until my mother, the angelic human being she is, stepped in and began singing me to sleep.

The second epiphany came during my sixth hospital admission. I realized that nothing the medical staff was doing was actually going to help me overcome my asthma. I understood that if I didn't take my health into my own hands, I would remain the "fat nerd" who had transitioned from the sheltered environment of Free Will Baptist Christian School to the public St. Croix Educational Complex.

I was determined not to go through high school as a "fat nerd" unable to satisfy my raging Black Hispanic hormones, possessing no desirable traits beyond the humor I had developed. The moment I came to this realization, I took immediate action. While still in the hospital with an IV in my arm, I did my first pushup. I only managed one, then held the plank position until my arms gave out. If you know anything about IVs, you know that exercising increases blood pressure; consequently, my blood was pushed up the IV line, preventing the saline solution from entering and hydrating me.

I refused to stop, so they removed the IV. I then stopped eating the hospital food and asked my mother for her garlic soup instead. Within two days, I was released—the shortest hospital stay I had ever experienced.

I continued with my pushups and incorporated playing basketball with my neighbor, Keenan. For an entire summer, my diet consisted only of tuna fish with ketchup sandwiches and Morning Star veggie burgers. I spent my time playing competitive Dead or Alive beach volleyball, Halo, and Tenchu Z with Jervain, my brother from another mother.

By the time I entered high school, the combination of puberty testosterone, the extra testosterone from video game and basketball competition, and the caloric deficit had paid off. I could do 100 pushups straight, having transformed from 5'7" and 160 lbs of fat to 130 lbs of lean muscle and could do 100 pushups straight.

The College of Life

Fast forward: I successfully graduated from St. Croix Educational Complex, failing to graduate with honors but succeeding in boosting my confidence and "sexual experience points" in preparation for college.

I chose Georgia State University because of Ludacris’s album. The line, “Welcome to Atlanta where the players play and we roll on them thangs everyday,” was all the motivation I needed. I also had my cool Uncle Vic and my cousin Von there, which made the decision even more sensible.

I was accepted, but I lacked the funds to attend. With the help of Sheldon Williams, the chiropractor I had wired for and a Georgia State graduate, I applied for the out-of-state tuition waiver. I never received a reply before I left, but I went anyway. When I finally arrived at the office, they informed me they had never received my application! However, with a heartfelt appeal and a little luck, I was successfully admitted.

I won't delve into all the details here, but I will say that Georgia State was an absolute blast. The level of intense, spontaneous, awe-inspiring, and sometimes debaucherous fun—a life lived on the edge of "orgasmic eternity"—provided invaluable lessons that I frequently share in full detail on my livestreams.

During this journey, I also contracted mono, genital warts, and what appeared to be herpes. Given my earlier experiences with asthma, and now being an adult who could drink and smoke marijuana without an asthma attack, I knew the conventional medical information was incomplete. I sought an alternative and discovered Dr. Sebi. It took me about six months of barely eating, taking a regimen of herbs, turning my closet into a sauna with a heater and infrared red bulb, and remaining abstinent to become STD-free. This experience opened a whole new world of possibilities for me.

The Golden Teacher

They say the two most important days of your life are the day you were born and the day you find out what for. For me, my life truly began around 2012 when I first took the golden teacher mushroom.

That day, I sat back and cried tears of joy for two hours as I spoke to a voice that told me who I am and showed me visuals of the beautiful communities I would help bring to life.

The way I believe this vision can become a reality is centered entirely around health. By providing as many people as possible with the most reliable, practical health information—delivered through systems that help them apply this knowledge, along with the best resources the world has to offer—everyone can begin to reclaim their health. They can then share what they learn to help others while earning in the process, and from this foundation, begin to make the connections necessary to turn my dream into a reality.