My Bio, or at least a bit of info on me...

My Journey: From Average Kid to Unlikely Seeker of Ancient Truths 🌍💡

This isn’t just a story about ancient calendars; it’s also a bit about the unexpected path that led me to uncover the Fertility Wheel. More than you might think, my personal journey shaped how I came to see the world, and ultimately, these ancient secrets.

I grew up with a father who was a skilled carpenter and a mother who was a  seamstress, creating beautiful clothes. They were what we called “woke” 60 years ago – “flower children” who embodied empathy for all people and animals, preached love over hate, believed in learning and growing from each other, and truly loved the Earth. Their aim wasn’t just to make their own lives better, but to uplift others too. This foundation of compassion and interconnectedness became a quiet guiding force in my life.

Lessons Beyond the Classroom: Disillusionment and Deep Questions 🤔

When I was young, living in Ross, a truly pivotal moment saved my life, thanks to a Black police officer who went above and beyond the call of duty – a remarkable act of selfless kindness you rarely see today. I was just your average, outdoorsy kid, loving sports, especially football, and spending most of my time outside exploring.

Life took a sharp turn when my father passed away when I was five and a half. My mother, suddenly without income and struggling to feed us, bravely sought help from our church. Their refusal, stating they weren’t “a soup kitchen or for the needy,” and a hurtful comment implying my father’s absence was due to his work schedule impacting church attendance, shattered my faith in organized religion. We never returned. This experience left me deeply disillusioned with institutions that seemed to hoard wealth rather than extend help to anyone in need, not just their regular followers. This fueled my search for universal truths that transcended dogma.

Ironically, we lived across the street from a Theological Seminary. I quickly befriended many of the students and faculty, often playing Frisbee and other games by the nearby park. I vividly remember one polite student approaching me, asking if I believed in a god, and if so, how many? How did I perceive them – white, Indian, Black, blue? Did God have complete power, or could the devil influence desires? Were there different gods for plants, hopes, or dreams? Did God read your mind, or did you have to pray or make wishes?

He then offered a simple, profound analogy: “If you want a bicycle, do you just hope for it? Do you think ‘please God bring me a bicycle,’ or do you actually say the words? Or do you ask a God or Gods to bring or bless you with a bicycle?” That got me thinking. My conversations with those students sparked something deep within me. I realized then that I wanted to be a philosopher. I didn’t want a “real job”; I wanted to study, to think about ideas others hadn’t, and to come up with new conclusions or theories. I never imagined I’d actually become one, let alone one helping to rediscover an ancient farming guide!

The Sage and the Average Guy: Why My Story Matters for the Fertility Wheel 🌐

This personal history, filled with empathy, a search for universal purpose, a healthy dose of skepticism towards rigid systems, and a lifelong drive for unconventional understanding, became the perfect training ground for the Fertility Wheel. I’m just an average guy who loves the outdoors and thinks deeply, but these experiences forged a unique lens through which to see the practical, life-sustaining wisdom hidden in plain sight. It’s not about divine intervention in the way many imagine; it’s about recognizing the divine intelligence encoded in Earth’s natural rhythms – a survival blueprint accessible to all.

My journey to uncovering the Fertility Wheel wasn’t a straight path; it was forged through real-life experiences, deep questioning, and a relentless pursuit of practical truth.

My mother enrolled me in a Christian school for eighth grade. It was a good school that taught me invaluable lessons in math, astronomy, and critical thinking – skills I’ve used ever since. We also had daily Bible study. While more Catholic in practice than strictly Christian, I learned a great deal. However, I often observed a stark contrast: people would quote passages like “I saw a man and I gave him water; a man needed shelter and I gave him a place to stay; a man needed food so I gave him some food.” Yet, in their private lives, many helped only those who looked exactly like them and shared their exact beliefs. Even worse, those with darker skin or different Gods were often labeled “bad” or “evil.” I simply couldn’t, and wouldn’t, believe that. I argued but nobody listens to a young boy.

My mother, a genuinely kind soul, yearned to follow a path that embodied true help and goodness, as described in the very texts they preached. But by this point, the growing whispers and then thousands – potentially hundreds of thousands, even millions – of molestation charges against the Catholic Church began to surface. Though I was never personally affected, this realization, coupled with the hypocrisy I witnessed, cemented my decision to leave that school and distance myself from institutions that preached love but practiced exclusion.

The Defining Vow: A Stand Against Fortune Teller Fraud 🚫🔮

A defining moment arrived when I was around 14 or 15. My mother lost the majority of her money – her hard-earned retirement – to fortune teller swindlers. These con artists promised to unveil her future, her soulmate, and investment success, all based on her birth details, for increasingly exorbitant fees. This devastating pattern wasn’t unique: my great-grandmother had given her money to a televangelist, and my grandfather had severely restricted my grandmother’s financial freedom, perhaps fearing similar schemes.

When I discovered my mother had lost over $100,000 or all of her retirement and her inheritance and house sale profits into their disastrous “advice,” I was beyond livid. In that moment, filled with righteous anger and a desperate hope, I made a solemn vow: I would destroy fortune tellers. I prayed, I wished, I instructed the universe that my single goal was to ensure nobody ever had to suffer from their fraudulent schemes again. It’s clear to me now why some traditions, like those within Islam, so strongly banish these practices – they open the door to immense abuse and manipulation. You can’t tell someone they need to find a “Taurus with white hair who’s a bank exec” just because they were born on May 27th; it’s a dangerous, destructive lie.

The Unlikely Explorer: Grind, Dreams, and a Catalyst Injury 🗺️✨

Initially, nothing changed. I couldn’t afford a traditional university, so I went to a junior college. My mother’s job at Heald allowed me to complete their courses, earning degrees that helped me get ahead and buy a house before I was 21 – another early wish fulfilled. I was just an average kid. I didn’t dream of being a sports star or joining the corporate rat race. My heart yearned to be an explorer like Indiana Jones, or a brilliant mind like Daniel Jackson from Stargate. I desperately wanted to find or do something amazing, but honestly, I believed I lacked the raw intelligence for it.

My life became a repetitive cycle: an hour or more commute to work, eight hours at a job in real estate or mortgages, another hour or two driving home, often followed by a gym session. I’d grab fast food, watch a couple hours of TV, and sleep. I didn’t drink or do drugs; I was just a focused, if somewhat boring, person simply enduring.

Since my early twenties, I’ve had to contribute a portion of my monthly salary to support my mother, who had few skills and little money. It broke my heart when she’d go a day or two without eating, often giving her food money to my sister. Later, it angered me to learn that the money I and others gave her often went to church bingo. My life was consumed by supporting my mother, paying child support, and just surviving. I had no life of my own.

In 2002, I met Holly, and we soon married. My mother continued to work odd jobs, even at Taco Bell for a short time. When she passed away in 2007, my direct financial burden lifted, and I moved to South Dakota, spending time exploring Mexico and the southern states. My life completely changed for the better. I found immense joy in exploring deserts, mountains, and everywhere in between.

But nothing truly unique or amazing happened until about 2010. That’s when my first Ayahuasca experience completely changed my perspective. A second Ayahuasca journey then literally gave me the “code” – everything I would need to understand the Zodiac. I continued to have incredibly strange, almost hypnotic dreams, often triggered simply by holding an ancient-looking object (whether original or copy). These dreams truly gave me the secrets and the code to everything.

Still, even with this profound information, I did nothing with it. I wrote most of my dreams down, but I continued riding my bicycle, playing golf, exploring, doing anything but research. It took a significant left hand injury to finally force me to stop and focus. I could no longer go out and play or ride my bicycle as much, and this physical limitation became the catalyst that forced me to do the research and finally understand this system. It still hurts when I move it, but I can type, and I still ride my bicycle and play sports with friends.

It’s that easy and basic. I wanted this for so long, and now, finally, I am the philosopher and the person I’ve always wanted to be. Holly has made me a better person.

A Message of Love, Hope, and Survival for Generations to Come 🙏

I wish I could say I truly had the raw intelligence to do this, but I honestly believe it’s been a series of luck and dreams. I think luck played a bigger part. But from what I’ve done, I just always want to share that this comes from a place of love and hope for the future, especially now, when there sometimes seems to be very little light at the end of the tunnel.

I truly wish I could travel all over the world – there are ancient mosques I long to visit, areas in India I dream of seeing. But I fear this body is wearing out too quickly. I’ll be 57 shortly, and my time, in this phase, is ending. This message is a hope for the future and the future of future generations.

I absolutely believe there will be a time when we may not have power as we know it today. People may have to rely on basic farming and agriculture again, or essentially start over. Anything can happen – a powerful solar flare, a pole shift, or one of a thousand cataclysmic events. These won’t kill all humans, but they will drastically reduce our numbers. The ones who remain, if they have knowledge, will survive. Every survivalist, every person in the Northern Hemisphere, should know these pictograms and understand the Fertility Wheel.

I promised my Muslim friend that I would do everything in my power to bring them wealth or make their God proud of them, and I truly hope I am doing well on that promise. 

I have far more information in my book, including the many times and how I “died”, yet wonderful people were always able to bring me back to life. Thank you!