Nine years ago I began a personal journey of truth. Though, one could say that my yearning for the truth has been with me since childhood. Growing up along the countryside I found the forest to be my happy place—discovering my first taste of peace in the solace of nature.
I marched forward as a child into my adult life, away from the peace I had once known. I found comfort in poison, and spent a long time feeding myself this poison. I became poison. Along the divergent road I made choices that continued to lead me astray. I was lost. My mind, body, and soul had grown cloudy and clogged. My list of weaknesses were so long that you could pick any and it was mine.
As the years passed, so did my tolerance to a life of disharmony. I made the decision that I was done living this way. It was time to reconnect to the spirit I once felt, and to close the gap of separation between my existence and creation. I began by traveling into the jungles of Peru to begin my search. Once I concluded my journey in the Peruvian Amazon I was introduced to an Inga Taita, a key spiritual leader of the native community, and to the Inga people who reside atop a mountain in Columbia.
Armed with newfound prayer, direction, and a will to break through—I continued deeper into the jungles of Colombia. The next step in my process was found in Southeast Asia. I spent a month in the forests of Thailand learning the ways of the silent monks in a buddhist monastery. It was one of the most difficult periods of my life, but it was where I learned to be still. What was unfolding was the process for cleaning my mind, body, and soul.
Along this journey, I noticed a shift was occurring. I knew I was finally on the right path, and that it was the path of spirit and light. I never planned on being a medicine man—I just wanted to be a good man. And so I continued further. During this period something greater than me was beginning to happen. I was being called. During my cleansing, I could hear the drums grow louder and louder. Go, go, go, and in rhythm—I went.
Following my path I encountered someone special. My soulmate, Abigail, and I knew I wanted to show her a special and sacred place. That place was a medicine maloca in the mountains of Colombia. A place where, four years ago, I learned how to be alive. A place where I learned who I truly was. The mountain changed my vibration—I was now attuned to the frequency of nature. So I brought my precious Abigail, and we were married at the top of the Inga mountain. A Taita of the Inga Community married us, and sealed our love in the heavens.
Sitting on a rock in front of a beautiful waterfall, my wife asked me, ”Why are we going back home?” I responded, ”We don’t have to.” And so we went to America for one month to sell and give away everything we owned. We packed our lives into a few suitcases and built The Native Guides. This isn’t a business. This is my life’s mission, and I have never been more devoted to a mission than I am now.
Having made Colombia my new home, I have immersed myself into pure spirit. There are no middlemen here. The nine year journey and original process has been closed. I now know truth, and a new process has begun. I have devoted my heart, life, and soul to guiding others on their path. My weakness is reacting too quickly, and from a place of ego—not from a place of love. My strength is acknowledging my weakness and doing all within my power to rid it immediately. My goal is to continue seeking balance within myself and live in harmony with the universe. My mission is clear. Through this work, I have naturally grown into the guide I am now. I did not choose it, it chose me—and I accept.