A Prologue.
I was born in present-day Minnesota, USA.  The land of Cloudy Waters as called by the Lakota People.
I'm a first-generation U.S. citizen and the second of three kids. My parents are of Austrian/Hungarian/Polish heritage. Both family legacies are complex with generations of migration and immigration caused by war and marriage.

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My maternal Grandmother of 94 years still lives in Austria whom I’ve only been able to see a handful of times.  We have a language barrier, and my paternal relations are split between here in the US and in Poland; where largely more language barriers exist. 

With this nomadic infrastructure both generationally and by my own choice. The culture that supported me was European both pre Christian and Catholic influences 
I was raised catholic until I detached myself from any religious affiliation at the age of 14.
I went to small private schools all the way until my 4th trimester of college before I deferred to peruse the life of a vagabond traveler. 
 

I began self-funding my travels at 19. At 20 I set out to live in Australia and New Zealand for 2 years. 
On my stopover on the South Pacific Island of Rarotonga, I had my first near-death experience. I survived a cliffhanger situation that changed my life course.
Days after processing my own mortality, I watched the World Trade Center hit and collapse in real-time, all while having my first beer, at my first bar in the first hour of my trip in Australia. I spent the next 2 years interpreting the "War on Terrorism" from a foreign perspective. Mind you this is all pre-Youtube, Facebook, Myspace, and camera phones weren't around yet and Permaculture hadn’t yet been hijacked by Primitivism giving signs of the resurgence of feudalism.

 

I Played professional soccer In New Zealand to the point where injury and other passions took me away from competitive soccer.
From 2001 and over the next 10 years, I tried all types of labor work. Journeyman positions, agriculture, kitchens, barkeeping, adventure sports guiding, running hostels, and even a was a vacuum sales rep. During this time, I believed it natural to have such a multidisciplinary focus to lead my globetrotting life. I had seen over 25 countries and lived extensively on four continents during a time when the world had yet to be hyper-connected.

In 2009 I choose my career path out of a Yellowpages directory in Park City Utah while living in my car waiting for the ski season to start. By 2010 had opened a practice called The Bodyworker with not a day of entrepreneurship or business training.

 

The next 10 years saw me see the medical system from a new perspective and became the stepping stone to much self-growth and community healing. In my opinion, I feel my current research project is complex. Massage therapy has no scientific means to measure muscle tension. This translates into all therapists feeling tension using subjective analysis to decipher Acute tension from Chronic tension. Leading to a vast amount of misdiagnosis by massage therapists and Physician care.  For the past 12 years, my company The Bodyworker has made many discoveries to improve industry standards by offering a better diagnostic method. Today I am exploring how to decipher muscle tension from someone suffering from spiritual trauma. The question becomes one of great complexity because the research requires me to dive fully into the psychology of humans. This data is already piling up to be its own project I'm quite excited about.

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Today I am 41 years old and with my algorithm of inherited privileges along with the results of millions of choices; I feel like that 16-year-old self again. The trepidation of setting boundaries that were unconventional to family, friends, and my community in favor of a healthier way. I feel like I’m 20 again too, fluttering between anticipation and anxiety as to what I should be doing with my life at this crossroad when I know time is but a blip. This year 2022 is a formidable one for me because of some personal attachments to the number 41. At 41 my maternal grandfather died. This dramatically influenced a young 14-year-old girl that would one day become my mother. He is someone I think about every day, even carry his name, but never met him. Another influential person who died at 41 I never met was Martin Luther King who was assassinated. Robert Kennedy was assassinated at 42 and that makes me wonder what was he thinking in the previous year. And finally, my dad had me when he was 41. He (coincidently this year) surpassed the number of years around the sun that his father had. 

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There is a feeling that has been brewing and it feels much like the one I had post my near-death experience as a 20-year-old.

One that told me I am not living up to my potential or even my most authentic version of myself.

 

I am not comfortable with that. This website is my reprogramming. 

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Circa Summer 2022. 

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