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My name is Ivica, and I am Mr Vigour. I am the driving force behind this vigorous brand, and I am thrilled to have you here.

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There was a time when I would have said my upbringing was pretty typical for an Australian boy in the 80’s and 90’s, but as I’ve grown I have come to realize that statement is a lie. My youth was anything but typical…

I was raised in a lukewarm Catholic home, the first-born of a new generation. My father, and my mothers parents, were all Croatian immigrants who fled a dictatorship and escaped to Australia prior to the war. My father played the accordion in a traditional Croatian dance group in his late teens, and my mother was a traditional Croatian dancer, it’s how they met. My father even performed at the Sydney Opera House during his tenure. My parents had the standard ethnic wedding – hundreds of people parading through the street amidst a sea of red and white checkered flags, followed by mass at the local wog church spoken in Croatian, ending in a huge reception hall where money was thrown around for the newlywed couple and family drama tainted the day. Exactly one year later I was conceived.

The day of my birth was marked with a Super Blue Blood Moon total lunar eclipse, the first one in over a century, and it passed directly over our city. I was delivered a giant, 10 and a half pounds in weight, over 2 foot long, with blue eyes, and full head of blonde hair. The name given to me was Ivica Bortic. Ivica is the Slavic version of Ivan, and it means "Graced by YWHW". Croatian was my first language, our culture was still strong in the home. My family had high hopes for me because I was the first born on Australian soil, and was expected to be the first in my entire family lineage to complete a full education. I was meant to have the opportunities none of them ever did, but things didn’t quite work out that way…

At age 2, I was diagnosed with asthma. At age 4, my mother found herself running into an ER Department screaming for help as my body was limp, both arms, legs, and lips turning blue from an asthma attack that almost took my life and demanded a month in hospital to recover from. I’ll let you do the medical math on what “coincidentally” happens to children at age 2, and then again at age 4. The next 6 years were filled with de-sensitization injections, steroids, inhalers and nebulizers, bouts of pneumonia, a spinal tap, and dozens of trips to the hospital that lasted a week at a time. At one point I even developed a rare sunlight sensitivity and was required to wear sunglasses permanently during daylight hours, including in the classroom. Looking back, all I can say is that the devil has been trying to take me out since I could walk.

Interestingly, age 4 also marks the first time I was tormented by a demon. Remember this, because it’s going to come back later in my story.

I have a distinct memory that has been with me my whole life, so vivid to this day I can still remember every detail. I was laying in bed under my favorite blanket, drifting off to sleep. I was hot, so I had my right leg out from under the blanket, resting on top of it. All the lights were off, and my bedroom door was half closed which left a slither of light from the next room to creep in. All of a sudden something grabbed my leg and started dragging me off the bed. I immediately looked down and saw a hand that looked old and withered, almost like a pure skeleton, but with a light grey skin covering it. The hand was extending out from a black robe, and the cuff of this black robe was cut into triangles, so it was a zig-zag pattern loosely flapping around the wrist. The rest of the demon was under my bed…

I began vigorously kicking to free my leg, while screaming out for my father. Within seconds he burst into the room, but at the exact moment the door swung open the demonic hand let go and disappeared back under my bed. Now I know it’s easy to say it was only my imagination, a nightmare, or the irrational thoughts of a child. And that’s exactly what my father said to me at the time. But 26 years later I would see those same demonic hands again, and then another decade after that God would reveal to me the truth. So remember this moment, and look out for later in my story.

At age 5 something significant happened, something I was too young to fully understand. We moved into a new home that was just far enough away from relatives and family friends so that we only saw them on special occasions. It was a small, undeveloped town that didn’t even have a proper grocery store. I remember we were the third house in the street to be built, and my parents put a 6ft fence around the property, as if to build a wall around us. We completely cut ties to all things Croatian and became an English speaking home, which didn’t make sense to me because Christmas and Easter were a huge ethnic event held at my uncle’s house every year, filled with traditional foods, music, and festivities. Nevertheless, this was the turning point where my heritage was stolen, and I lost my native - tongue.

That wasn’t the only thing stolen from me. Some bright spark decided that I was underdeveloped and didn’t socialize properly, all because I preferred to play on my own instead of in groups with other children at kindergarten. They forced me to repeat a year… I was penalized for being “too independent”. Today we call independence a trait of the Sigma Male, it’s part of his inherent nature. But it could probably be traced back to being kicked out of the crib too early as well. You see, there is only 11 months and 2 weeks between my sister and I. My mother deliberately fell pregnant again when I was just 3 months old, so some people say I was forced to be independent from a very young age.

Now imagine this… I’m starting school in the same grade, at the same school, as my younger sister. People think we’re twins, my mother revels in the idea and refuses to correct people about it. I’m confused, and don’t know how to explain the situation properly. From this point on I am constantly compared to my sister, considered equal to her, even though I’m older, bigger, and smarter. It was hard for me, and torture for her. Eventually we were separated, entering private all-boys and all-girls Catholic schools.

As the years progressed I excelled academically as a straight A student, consistently reaching the top 1% percentile throughout Australia, Asia and Oceania on standardized testing, despite my early medical setbacks.

Let’s just say that if I had one period of English studies every day of the week, during Monday’s period I would complete all 5 days’ worth of lessons, questions, and homework in less than an hour. I was like this for every subject, learning at my own fast-tracked pace. I remember one year they had extra-curricular assignments. Most children did 4 of them. I completed 52 in 9 months and they had to arrange more just for me to finish out that year. It was extreme independence - I still hadn’t learned how to play well with others, only this time no one cared because I was acing every test.

Physically though, I was suffering. Asthma was hurting my sporting abilities. I couldn’t swim a single lap of the pool or run more than 100 meters without struggling to breathe. But here’s the kicker… Because I repeated kindergarten, and because I was naturally tall, I drew the attention of the sporting committees. At just 8 years old I was told that I couldn’t play sports with the kids in my grade anymore because my birthday landed on the 30th of December and I was 2 days too old to play with them “legally”. Really though, it was because I was a head-length taller than all of them. Instead, I had to play sports with the kids who were a grade above me. The problem was that in their age group I was one of the youngest, and they were all bigger than me. On top of that, I wasn’t in any classes with them, so I was instantly an outcast, isolated, looked down upon, and ridiculed just for being there. If it were up to me I would have quit all sports, but these private schools force you to play at least 2 seasons per year which means I had no choice in it.

If that isn’t bad enough, let’s throw a layer of poverty on top. I’m from a family of immigrants. We were poor. My parents thought they were doing the right thing by sending me to private college tuition, but the truth is that they were compounding the problems of my childhood. I remember my mother crying some days because she didn’t know how she was going to pay for groceries… That’s how tough some of those days were.

I know what it feels like to be the poorest kid in a rich school. I hated school camps and free-clothes days because I was laughed at for the cheap clothes I wore. Our family car was nicknamed “The Bortic Bomb” by the kids at school, and you couldn’t touch the outside of it without getting blue paint powder all over yourself.

I know what it’s like to feel like a foreigner on the ground you were born on, with a half confused ethnic background where you’re trying to fit in but everyone knows you just don’t.

I know what it’s like to be super smart, yet still be rejected by the nerdy kids because you’re big enough and resilient enough to stand up to the school yard bullies which means you don’t fit in with the nerds who are bullied every day and can’t defend themselves.

I know what it’s like to be rejected by the jocks and constantly told you don’t belong with them, even though you scored the grand final winning try in the last football game you ever played.

I know what it’s like to unexpectedly try and find a new friend group at the start of every school year because the friendship dynamics changed during the break, and you lived too far away to see anyone and keep up to date with it all.

I know what it feels like to spend 2 hours on a bus ride home every day from school, only to be laughed at and rejected by the public school children on that bus because you’re wearing an expensive, private uniform, even though you have more in common with them than you do the kids at your own school.

I know what it feels like to have a sister grow up to hate you because your academic success highlights her failures as she’s constantly compared to you and told she’s equal to you even when she’s clearly not, and so your own achievements have to be diminished so that you don’t make her feel stupid.

I know what it feels like to have no one celebrate your birthday, because your sister’s birthday, cousin’s birthday, and Christmas happen 1 week before it and then everyone is “saving themselves” for New Years Eve which is the day after it.

You want to know what it means to be set apart from the world without proper guidance?
I was born in it, shaped by it, tormented by it, developed by it, and eventually transformed by it.

My entire childhood I didn’t fit in. What I learned later in life is that it’s not that I didn’t fit in, it’s that I was deliberately set apart, and there’s a huge difference in that. It’s like trying to put a square peg into a round hole. I was never meant to fit in with the world. I wish I knew that back then. I wish I had someone to guide me through those tough times... It would have saved me a lifetime of pain.

At age 13 I turned away from God and the Catholic faith because I had religion instead of a relationship with Him, and I felt like Abba, Father God, was absent in my life. Another thing I learned later in life is that the reason why I felt fatherless at 13 was because my own father was absent. My father worked 16+ hours a day almost every day of the week. He said it was to pay the bills and provide a better life for us, but I think he preferred to stay away from home and just do his own thing because he couldn’t deal with some of the other issues that were happening there. Our life wasn’t better by any means, the only thing different was private schooling. My mother and sister had their own issues they were dealing with, we were still poor, I witnessed constant family fights between my parents and their siblings, one grandfather I never met while the other was an abusive alcoholic who refused to speak a word of English which means even though he passed away when I was well into my teenager years I never even had one conversation with the man.

By this stage of my life I had never known an authentic, honorable, masculine, father figure whom I could depend on for solid advice. My father was a kind man who tried his best, but his advice to me during my teenage years only got me hurt even more, and on top of that, there was so many things he just didn't want to talk about which meant I didn't trust him for guidance when I needed it the most. It’s no wonder I turned away from God too. My independence took over again and I decided it was time for me to step up and become a man of my own standing. I was 13, I knew better than all these losers surrounding me…

At age 14, I completed 2x years of advanced mathematics in less than 1 calendar school year and ranked 12th in my state for mathematics. I started working part time after school that year too, and made time to train at the gym every day. I’d also made the bright decision to start smoking cigarettes, and by the end of that year I was a pack a day smoker.

Just before my 16th birthday I completed Year 10 at school with a High Distinction, including in the elite mathematics program I was selected for, while still working part time and hitting the gym. This ridiculously expensive private college I was attending awarded me a full academic scholarship to complete year 11 and 12 because of my academic achievements. But not only that, a local University also offered me a scholarship to complete the first year of a mathematics degree while I was completing high school, so that I could finish school and jump straight into second year at university, a whole year ahead of my peers. It felt like fate was weaving its tapestry to reclaim the year that was stolen from me in kindergarten.

My parents were so proud… Finally! We had made it. All the hard work and sacrifice had paid off. Not only was I going to be the first person in my family lineage to finish school, I was going to finish it with a scholarship. But, unfortunately, life isn’t just about how well you can remember a textbook. It’s also influenced by the environment in which you were raised…

The summer of ’98 was wild. I started drinking alcohol, smoked a little weed, lost my virginity, made friends with some local kids and hung out at the skate park all day. For the first time in my life I actually felt like I fit in somewhere and was almost popular! I wasn’t aiming high, don’t get me wrong, but it felt good to feel good, you know?

When it came time to return to school I couldn’t think of anything worse. I lasted one week into year 11, but the truth is that I gave up on school the first day back, it just took me a week to admit it. My very small friends circle of 4 had split up over the holidays and I had no idea what happened, the teachers constantly repeated that we were old enough to leave and they didn’t want time-wasters at the school who would bring their academic averages down, and then on top of that I was yelled at several times for pointing out the curriculum they were teaching I had already learned 2 years prior. They said “You’re not in your advanced class now, this is just how we do things here.”

So, I had a moment. I stood up, told everyone I was leaving, started giving away my books, and walked out. By the time I got home the school had called my parents and told them what I had done. I walked into an ambush… I don’t remember my father being involved much, but my mother was crying her eyes out like someone had died. At first she demanded I finish school. When that approach failed, she said I could only leave if I had a full time job and tried telling me no one would hire me full time at such a young age. I got on my bike, rode down to the shop where I worked part time and told them what happened. They put me on immediately.

When I got home I told my parents I was working full time, I was done with school, and I was my own man now and there’s nothing they could do about it. The next week I got my first tattoo just to prove a point. Don't get things twisted... I wasn't trying to be defiant. There was alot going on at home and at school that I desperately wanted to get away from at the time. The world told me I was a man at 16, so I believed them and made my choices accordingly. I barely spent a night at home over the next year.

By the time I turned 17, I had earned a management role at work, moved out of home, and bought a fully modified Toyota Sprinter drift car that I would race around the streets with my friends. I also graduated to a life of crime. I had a fake ID, was hitting the nightclubs 5 nights a week, gambling at the casino on the weekends, and was a full blown alcoholic who consumed up to 2 bottles of bourbon every day along with up to 80 cigarettes. Monday was industry night at the club, Tuesday was the pool competition, Wednesday was karaoke, Thursday was Uni night, Friday was well, it was a Friday night and time to party. There were just 2 clubs in the town I grew up in. We went to one on Friday night and then the other on Saturday. Sunday was reserved for a house party, and often turned into a poker night that bled into Monday morning.

People say that marijuana is a gateway drug, but that was never the case for me. Weed just put me to sleep. I had no problems selling it to fund my alcoholism because I wouldn’t smoke my own profits, I’d drink them instead. Alcohol was my drug of choice, just like both of my grandfathers, and my uncles, and like them I didn’t know when to stop. I once drank a 4.5 Liter bottle of bourbon in 36 hours. That’s around 1.2 gallons for my American friends. I fooled myself into believing it would last a month when I bought it… I’d get so drunk I couldn’t walk. I remember passing out in bushes, or on the side of the road walking home from pubs in the middle of the night before I was even of legal age to be in them.

Alcohol was definitely my gateway into harder substances. By the age of 20, I had discovered narcotics, and at 21, I graduated from a weekend user to a dealer to fund my habit. This time, I consumed all of the profits and then some. I preferred drugs with alcohol because I could get completely wasted but still function properly, for the most part, instead of stumbling around and passing out in random places drunk. The drugs actually allowed me to drink even more alcohol, without feeling the effects of it.

I made the decision to move an hour south to Sin City, aka the Gold Coast, so I could get closer to the party scene. I was working in pubs and hitting the clubs every night of the week. Sometimes I’d work till 3am then hit Shooters Nightclub from 3 to 5, before heading to the day club till 9am, then starting back at work at 10am for the opening shift. I had uppers to get through the day, smacky pills to get wasted at night, and a whole bunch of other stuff in between.

At my worst, I consumed almost 1,000 ecstasy pills combined with copious amounts of methamphetamine, ice, ketamine, LSD, cocaine, weed, and alcohol during a drug fueled 3 month bender where I slept just 12 nights over 90 days.

In other words, I partied 24 hours a day for 6 days straight before catching a few Z's and doing it all again. It was common for me to head out into town at 10pm with empty pockets, only to find them stashed with thousands of dollars in cash by 5am, where I’d then head to the casino and blow it all without batting an eye. You win some, you lose some. At least that’s what I told myself.

Over the next 5 years a whole lot of stuff happened, most of which I can’t talk about here. The life I had lived up to this point seemed completely normal to me, but I realize now that it only felt normal because I was drenched in it. Most people actually didn’t live this way, nor had they ever experienced anything close to it. To paint you a picture, let’s just say I was deep into Satan’s playground, looking for a way out.

That opportunity arrived in 2008, when I was 26 years old. It was a rough year, and pivotal moment in the birth of Mr Vigour… I’d recently endured a hectic relationship break up, was recovering from a severe battle with drugs, alcohol, and gambling addiction, plus the economic crisis combined with devastating weather patterns was creating financial turmoil in my life. My life was about to go one of two ways... In that moment the hand of God definitely pushed me into right direction.

By year’s end I found myself working construction in remote regions of outback Australia, a world away from the drug, alcohol and gambling benders I’d become accustomed to living on the Gold Coast.

Although I had escaped that dark matrix, the scars of my old life remained. I was a 6 foot 4 inch string-bean, weighing a dismal 160 pounds. I aspired to project strength and vitality, believing it would earn me respect from men and lust from women. But deep down my true desire was to feel strong because I had been so weak in my life choices for over a decade leading up to this point. In the outback construction camps you had 2 choices after you’d finished your shift – either drink or hit the gym – and after 6 months out there learning the ropes, I was ready to start lifting weights.

One thing you will get to know about me is that once I’ve made a decision, I’m ALL-IN. And let me tell you the bad decisions I’ve made in my life are equally as amplified as the good decisions because of that mindset, which means I’ve learned profound lessons at a depth most people will never venture to.

When I started lifting I knew I had to optimize my diet, so I began studying nutrition and supplementation to get rapid results. 2008 was the same year the iPhone was first released in Australia, and iPads hadn’t even been invented yet, which means doing research was legit a time consuming and exhausting process! Nevertheless I relished the journey because my inquisitive mind was well suited to the task.

The key takeaway is that when I started lifting I made the choice to go ALL-IN and craft my own pre-workout powder, post-workout recovery blend, mass-gainer shakes, and sleep recovery concoctions from single compounds to guarantee I received therapeutic doses of every essential raw ingredient my body needed to grow. Most people don't do that.

This is the defining moment where I fell in love
with dietary supplements.

I wish I could say that my training was enough to keep me on the straight-and-narrow, but there were some strongholds from my past life that I still had to deal with. While I was working in remote regions I dedicated my time to training, but during my time off I indulged in occasional drug use, alcohol binges, and visits to pub gambling rooms and casinos.

For the next 4 and a half years I had no fixed address, working my way around Australia from one remote location to the next. On my down time I would visit friends and family all over the country, and travel to international destinations chasing women and the party life abroad. The entirety of my worldly possessions fit into one suitcase and one backpack. When I travelled, my suitcase would stay at work while my backpack came with me. I lived the high life, sleeping in fancy hotels, driving rented sportscars, and eating at expensive restaurants everywhere I went, trying to fill a void that I felt deep inside of me. This feeling of emptiness influenced me to search for love in all the wrong places, even though I had an aversion to it…

Remember that hectic breakup I was telling you about? It was the first relationship I’d ever had, and lasted from around 2003 to 2006. You could call it young love, but looking back the truth is that I never really loved her, I just repeated the same patterns of my family lineage which was to commit to a partner at a young age. The truth is that I met someone who piqued my interest and unrealistically thought “this is it”, instead of taking time to look beyond lust. I was engaged to this girl for the last 6 months of the relationship, and when I was honest with myself I acknowledged that I only proposed to her in an attempt to fix something that was already broken. The right course of action would have been to walk away. When the relationship ended it left me with a 50K financial hole, and a complete dis-trust of women.

During those 4.5 years of working remote locations and travelling the world, I made a commitment to myself that I would never commit to another woman again. To combat the loneliness I did two things…

Firstly, I made the choice to go ALL-IN on personal development. I acknowledged that my previous relationship failed because I made huge mistakes. I acknowledged the fact that I didn’t know a damn thing about women, and if I wanted that to change then I would have to be the one to put in the work and master it. I joined a secret online forum dedicated to the art of picking up women, knowing full well I was never intending to commit to one long term. There, I studied communication techniques, NLP, women’s psychology and more. I implemented these skills and transformed myself from a bumbling idiot to a suave seducer that women actually wanted to be with. There were many one-night-stands and short term flings who temporarily filled the void of loneliness I felt inside, including with women who were in relationships. I’m not proud of those things, I just didn’t care about it at the time.

The second thing I did to avoid feeling lonely was to engage the time of sex workers. I saw it as a simple business transaction. They wanted money, and I wanted to feel wanted without the commitment, even if it was only for an hour at a time. There wasn’t any emotion involved with the sex workers, unlike the women I was picking up. Those women always wanted more. They wanted to talk or text, they asked questions, they wanted my time, and eventually they all wanted a commitment that I wasn’t prepared to give, even though they all initially said they were ok to “just have fun” or “didn’t want anything serious”. In a way, I preferred the sex workers because it was an honest transaction.

All in all, I was still a degenerate, feeling lonely and unfulfilled despite the money, women, and flashy lifestyle. Back then, I reveled in throwing away cash just to feel cool… I remember going back to the Gold Coast for Christmas one year and all my friends were broke, but I wanted to party. I took one of them out with me, and I dropped $1,500 on $10 shots of alcohol for the two of us. Another time I was invited to an engagement party where I spent $300 on 20 shots for everyone, then immediately yelled “Bring us another round!” and dropped $300 again, all in the space of 5 minutes. That void inside of me felt like a bottomless pit at times, and it influenced me to do stupid things like this just to try and win the attention and approval of the people around me.

While we’re talking about stupid things, I remember another crazy bender that happened in early 2012. I returned to the Gold Coast after a 2 month stint in a remote mining job, it was a Monday night. On Tuesday I sat for a 6 hour tattooing session on my back. On Wednesday I spent the entire night on a cocaine binge where we finished a quarter ounce, before hitting the ice pipe for the next 24 hours. By Friday I’d been awake for 2 days straight, and thought it would be a great idea to join the boys at a day party.

We set up a poker table and hosted a tournament, $50 buy in for 20 people, with a topless waitress and an endless supply of booze. I drank all day, won the tournament, paid for the topless waitress out of the winnings and kept her on for an extra 2 hours. I got the waitress’s phone number and headed home around 7pm where I attempted to sleep but could only manage to stare at the ceiling because of all the drugs in my system. At 5am I got up, headed to the airport, flew to Melbourne to see another tattooist of mine and spent 8 hours in the chair. It was the most brutal 8 hours of my life, tattooing parts of my hands, chest, throat, shoulders, and the entirety of the back of my head where the brain stem meets the spine. We stopped half-way through the session for pain killers washed down with tequila shots, but the relief lasted all of 15 minutes. At the end of the session I headed back to the airport where I suffered through a 3 hour delay, trying to hide the blood that was leaking from my head and throat. I flew back to the Gold Coast and finally got to my bed around midnight. I’d been awake for almost 90 hours at that point.

I’m not telling you these stories to brag about my past, I’m telling you so you can understand the intensity of my youth.

When I give you advice, I want you to know that it comes from earned wisdom through life experience, not a degree someone merely paid for. And when I say that Jesus saved me from that life, I mean that He saved a complete degenerate who was drenched in sin, which means that if He can reach into the pit and pull me out then He can do it for you too no matter how low you’ve been in your life.

My 30th birthday at the end of 2012 was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I hosted an elaborate party at a friends house which included a DJ booth built with scaffolding over a pool, laser lights, smoke machines, a gazebo that housed a jelly pit for wrestling, a jumping castle, beer kegs, cocktail machines, a golf buggy to drive around in, and copious amounts of drugs. I dropped 10K on the event, believing it would be epic. If you remember, my birthday was forgotten every year. Only 3 people came to my 18th, and my 21st had even less, so this year I was going to buy their attendance. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as I had planned… Only around 30 people of the 100 invited actually showed up. Most of them floated around and did their own thing all night, while drinking my booze and taking my drugs over a 3 day bender. I wanted to feel like a King, but I didn’t even feel special at all. It felt like a random party, as opposed to my birthday. I mean, my family and friends who were there got so high that the birthday cake they arranged came out 3 days after the party ended because they forgot about it. That was the moment I realized I was surrounded by drug addicts with no ambition, and that I was wasting my life. I seriously contemplated suicide for the second time in my life after that party, and I cried out in despair to “whoever was out there in the universe” to help me.

A couple of days later I headed back to my remote job with an intense desire for change burning inside of me. I made a decision in that moment, that I was going to leave the party life behind and walk away from every one of those toxic friendships that perpetuated my pain and suffering. Two weeks later God answered my cry for help in those moments of despair. A gorgeous woman entered my life who would later become my wife, and together we relocated to a new town where both of us could start a fresh life together. Like me, she desperately needed to escape her past, and within a month of knowing each other we were living together. It took me 30 years on this planet to understand the difference between lust and love. Lust made me want to be a better lover, while love made me want to be a better man.

I wish I could tell you a fairytale story unfolded after that, but the truth is that we both had a lot of things to work through, some of which you’re about to discover, and I landed on some hard decisions that had to be made. Over the next 12 months I let go of friends and family who just couldn’t understand why I changed, and insisted I revert back to “my old self”. The truth is that I hated that guy, I hated my old self. The reality is that the more I focused on self-improvement and personal development, the greater the gap grew between myself and the people in my life, and they were the ones who couldn't accept it.

The truth is that I raised the bar on what was acceptable behavior for me, and instead of real friends cheering me on I found myself surrounded by people who tried to cut me down. I decided that if you‘re going to lie to me, keep secrets from me that you’re telling everyone else, steal from me, borrow from me and “accidentally” lose the items without replacing them, expect me to pay for everything, borrow money from me without intending to return it, attempt to embarrass me in front of a crowd, talk smack about me behind my back, push me to drink and do drugs, or become an unusually affectionate woman with me in front of my wife in a weak attempt to stamp your authority on the situation, then ultimately you don’t respect me at all. And if there’s no respect, combined with consistent actions of disrespect, then there’s no place for you in my life. I learned first-hand what all of the most successful men in the world have spoken about… That when you aim higher and start working towards conquering your ambitions, your old life will be ripped away from you. It’s the natural progression of an amplified man.

By 2015, just 2 years later, I felt like I was in my prime. I sculpted my body to 240 pounds of muscle, was earning bank in mining construction, completed 25K of tattooing my body, owned a sportscar, and lived in a penthouse apartment with a rooftop sun lounge and ensuite spa. But none of that actually matters, it merely paints a picture of stability in my life. What really matters is that I was clean, absolutely done with gambling, had my alcohol consumption on a tight leash, and had fostered an unbreakable love with my wife. We created a sanctuary together, and for a short moment life felt perfect.

Below the surface of that perfect life, disaster was silently brewing. I had developed health challenges with my digestive system. I’d spent the last 8 years using diet and supplementation to manipulate my physique, but not once had I thought about my health! I foolishly assumed I was healthy because I ate clean meals and exercised daily. That definitely wasn’t a wise assumption to make…

Around this time my wife experienced some health challenges too. The long and the short of it is that the allopathic medical system failed us both. All of my blood tests came back normal, even though I knew something was wrong. And my wife endured multiple surgeries that failed to resolve her problems, and ended with the surgeon literally telling us there's nothing more they could do for her. I demanded answers from him and eventually he said "It's a lymphatic issue." I asked for a referral to a lymphatic specialist and he replied "They don't exist. I'm sorry, there's nothing more we can do."

Now I know what you're thinking, lymph doctors are called Lymphologists and they do exist. But what you probably don't know is that they only have a very limited scope, usually related to deformities of the lymph vessels or lymph nodes, and unusual swelling of the arms and legs. The scope is further diluted from there. When head and neck glands are involved you're sent to an ENT Specialist, if cancer is suspected you're sent to an Oncologist, if you're immune cells are suffering you're sent to an Immunologist and autoimmune conditions are dispersed to Rheumatologists. What our surgeon was telling us was that there is no one in the allopathic medical system who specializes in the true and fullest nature of your lymphatic system as a whole.

Desperate for answers, I had no other choice but to dive deep into natural health and alternative healing modalities, and what I discovered was absolutely shocking. I felt like my whole life had been a lie! Everything I assumed was healthy wasn’t, and everything I thought was normal and took for granted like town tap water, turned out to be riddled with chemicals, drug residues, and toxins that were contributing to my health challenges. My meal plans were geared for gaining size and strength, but the food combinations I found out were detrimental to my wellbeing, and only compounded my issues. Even the supps I was making were incredibly effective at manipulating my body’s performance, but they were focused on pushing me beyond limits rather than promoting good health.

I learned first-hand that when you relentlessly push your body for years on end, eventually it’s going to break.

I was angry about what I had learned. I felt deceived, because I was. I also learned that even the conventional food pyramid was the result of savvy marketing, lobbyists, and politics, instead of real scientific principles! I felt like I couldn’t trust anything anymore if even my basic concept of food was corrupted. Consequently, I had no choice but to reject everything I had ever known and walk down a new path. I chose to enter the realms of natural health and new-age spirituality for healing because those realms appeared to hold the answers I was seeking. Honestly, I was just looking for the truth. It's a weird and overwhelming moment in time when you first learn about how corrupted the real world is. I thought my naivety was ending, but apparently it was just beginning...

My plan was simple to start with – adopt a strict whole foods plant based diet with appropriate food combinations, get a premium water filter, and eliminate all the toxic chemicals from my home including cleaning agents and personal care items. Immediately I saw the results. My digestive complaints resolved within just a few weeks. My weight training sessions went from 2 hours a day down to 45 minutes as I was filled with a newfound explosive energy, and my physique was improving with huge gains in strength.

My wife who saw huge improvements too, which only confirmed we were "on the right track". On the surface this new way of living seemed legit, and I was hooked. I wanted more, I wanted to learn everything.

My obsession with the realm of natural health consumed me. Remember that ALL-IN mindset I was telling you about? It kicked into overdrive because I genuinely felt like I was learning so many new and powerful concepts, ideologies, and techniques that were answering the mysteries of the world...

I experimented with raw food diets, juice fasts, water fasts, and detoxing. I adopted ancestral healing practices like guided and transcendental meditation, pranayama (breathwork), yoga, energy healings, crystal healing, ice baths, acupuncture, kambo, sun gazing, earthing, and more. I devoured every book on new age philosophies and emotional healing techniques, which it turns out are all pretty much modernized interpretations of ancient eastern philosophies and occult practices. I devoted myself to studying Buddhism, mediumship, channeling, psychic arts, manifesting, and energy work. I visited Chenrezig many times, which is Australia's largest Buddhist temple located in my home town, and joined spiritual development classes to develop skills in trance-mediumship. That's where you induce a trance state, and allow an entity from the spirit realm to take over your body. Another bright idea of mine, what could possibly go wrong?

Here’s a little back story to some of those experiences…

My leap into New Age and Occult philosophies began with a visit to a world renowned psychic on the Gold Coast in 2013. He had worked with many celebrities and had an outstanding reputation. I was always curious about psychics, but never had the courage to actually visit one until my wife encouraged me to do so. This man left me in awe – he stated facts about my past and present, things no one could have known. (FYI I later learned about demonic deceptions and how he actually achieved this alleged feat. It’s all smoke and mirrors…) Anyways, the psychic then told me I was a “star-seed” sent to earth with a mission to complete, and that I had to find a woman who could help me with revealing that mission. Honestly, I was awestruck with the accuracy of the reading, in a vulnerable state searching for answers, and the thought of a galactic mission appealed to me as an escape from the mundane existence I had been living. I quickly found a world renowned psychic healer who also worked with star-seed activations per his recommendations.

This psychic healer performed a “healing” ritual on me. I was laying on her table with my eyes closed while she performed whatever tasks were part of her ritual. I was intrigued, and her reputation was outstanding, so I naively trusted her during the process. Towards the end of the ritual I distinctly remember feeling the presence of two people in the room. One person was holding my feet, while the other was holding my head. It literally felt like my legs and head were bound to the table and I couldn't move. I opened my eyes briefly and witnessed the woman standing at my feet, with both of her hands on my feet, holding them down while chanting with her eyes closed.

To my shock I also visibly witnessed a physical figure standing over my head…

This figure was 7 feet tall at least, wearing a black hooded robe. Initially I assumed it was someone standing on a chair, but very quickly it became apparent that wasn’t the case. My eyes searched inside the hood for a face, but all I could see staring back at me was a darkness blacker than vantablack. That’s important to remember because I’ll come back to it later in my story. Grey, skeletal looking hands reached out from the robe holding my head to the table, and around the wrists of these hands I could see the robe was cut into triangle shapes that formed a zig-zag pattern around the robe’s edge... As I stared into the complete and utter darkness of the hood my eyes felt heavy and closed again, almost as if they were forced shut. I remember seeing space after that, witnessing stars and galaxies and nebulas all around me as if I was moving through them to the outer reaches of the universe. Shortly after I was woken by the psychic healer and told to make my way to the waiting room.

She explained to me that my “spirit guides” helped her with the healing session, and that I was a star-seed sent to earth with a mission to complete. She was the second person to say this to me, without knowing the other psychic had said the same thing! She told me that no one on this earth could help me, because my consciousness/soul was from a distant planet in the far reaches of the universe. She said spirit guides were beings that lived in the spiritual realms, and that my own personal spirit guides were the only ones in the entire universe who could help me because they spoke the same alien language as me. She told me they would contact me “spiritually” and I was to be “open” to receiving their messages, and that I should trust their guidance. She also advised that I learn about the psychic arts so I could “fulfill my mission”. I didn’t tell her about the mysterious black figure I had seen during the ritual, and shrugged it off as just being my “spirit guide”. I must admit to you that I felt overwhelmingly drawn to this supernatural experience and was actually excited to learn about occult practices. You'll find out why later in my story. At this point in my life I had also completely forgotten about the creepy hand that attacked me in the night when I was 4 years old.

My wife had her own spiritual experiences with the New Age and Occult at the same time, and so we both agreed to seek mentorship in the psychic arts together. We found a local school where we could learn more about it all, which was connected to a university of the spirit sciences in England! Now that sounded really legit at the time. If it was called demonic arts and university of Satan I might have thought twice about it all, but “spirit sciences” and “university” seemed exciting. I later learned that’s the devil’s deception, masquerading as false light…

The leader of the spiritual school quickly recognized I was gifted in something called trance mediumship, because that was her specialty too. She would channel the spirit of a deceased monk from 200 years ago who would paint magnificent pictures through her body, while she was in an induced trance. She had books written about her experiences, and was really well known in her field, which is why I trusted her as a mentor. She taught me the “science” behind trance mediumship, and was training me as her protégé. I had even mastered the art of pure mediumship, gaining the ability to visibly see the spirits of deceased people as if they were right in front of me! I could connect to the spirit of people who had passed away, and with 100% accuracy describe their physical features, clothing style, personality traits and more. I could tell you their name, date of birth, their old home address and all types of nuances that were used as confirmation I was speaking the truth. Interestingly, I could only ever tell you past and present information through mediumship, never being able to predict future events. I’ve since learned that during this time I was unknowingly partaking in demonic acts and I was visibly witnessing demons masquerading as the deceased, although at the time I genuinely believed I was doing God’s work because that’s what my mentors had taught me. Only God is omniscient, that’s why the demons could never reveal future events with certainty.

My wife was also excelling in her practice of clairvoyance and mediumship. She has her own testimony which you can read HERE, but for now all you need to know is that we were 100% committed to doing this together.

The long and the short of it is that we reached a point where learning was over, and it was time to start doing.

We started our first business together, genuinely believing we were helping people because we thought these practices had helped us so much. I created my own energy healing modality that was developed with my spirit guides through deep transcendental meditation, and it incorporated trance mediumship techniques. My wife began her career as a celebrity clairvoyant and tarot reader who went on to appear on national television and radio. For a short while we were the “it” couple in the New Age of Australia. We performed all sorts of rituals, readings, house clearings and energy healings. We hosted transcendental meditation classes in our home, along with weekly women’s circles that taught ancient occult rituals. I would even practice astral projection, performing remote energy healings and house clearings with a high level of accuracy. I could tell you what was on the coffee table in your home, what your bed looked like, or what clothes you were wearing just from using a picture of you and a picture of the front door to your home.

Our work was incredibly effective with an extremely high success rate. I’ve since learned that the demons working though us were delivering these signs and wonders because it was their intent to keep people away from knowing Jesus, and my wife and I were the perfect conduits to make that happen. They didn’t care whether our clients were healed or not, they only cared that we kept them from reading the bible and building a relationship with Jesus. Looking back, the alleged healing our clients experienced was most likely from demonic torment to begin with which is why the demons had power over it.

During my time performing trance medium energy healings I demonstrated visible and audible changes that my wife and others witnessed first-hand. It felt so normal at the time, but I realize now that is because we were immersed in that world, and our mentors had taught us it was normal behavior. As a spirit entity (that I now know to be a demon) would over-take my body, my face visibly changed shape to a point where other people in the room with me could testify it no longer looked like me. My mouth would curl up, my eyes would squint and look almost reptilian, my body would hunch over, and my arms and hands would perform strange signs and symbols while being twisted and contorted. I audibly spoke a foreign language that I didn’t understand at the time, but has now been confirmed as demonic tongues. Yet still, amongst all of this, I believed I was doing God’s work.

When I first established my practice I used crystal grids, copper pyramids, Hindu chakra symbols, candles, incense, and other rituals to invoke spirits into my work. Remember my Catholic upbringing? Well, I also incorporated Catholic images of Mother Mary and Jesus to perform rituals that would specifically invoke what I thought to be their spirits into the trance mediumship healing process because I thought it would be helpful. The New Age also teaches about Jesus, Mary, Angels, and the Saints, so it wasn’t a huge leap for me to do this.

I remember just a few days before my first official client I walked into my office, which was completely closed off at the time, and to my surprise I saw the picture of Mother Mary laying underneath my healing table, next to the crystal grids I had set up, right beside the “heart chakra”. There is no feasible way that image could have moved across the entire room and landed there. My wife and I took it as a sign we were being authorized to perform God’s work. Oh how we were deceived, by the master deceiver himself. Looking back, I can now tell you it was Satan’s blessing, not God’s, and I believe his demons moved that picture to influence my behavior. This is just one example of many personal experiences I’ve encountered in my life that leads me to believe Catholicism is a false doctrine that has demonic roots. My only saving grace is that before I performed every single energy healing I prayed that Jesus would be with my client and protect them during the ritual. I did genuinely believe in Jesus, it’s just that I had a skewed understanding of Him up to this point in my life. Below is a picture of my healing room, with the image of Mary exactly as I found it.

By this point of my life I was adamant I only needed diet, filtered water, chemical-free living, and spiritual/emotional healing techniques to conquer the world. Unfortunately, this newfound perspective led me to forsake my love for supplements because this new world told me I didn’t need them.

Regrettably, the deeper I delved into this realm the more I began to lose myself. I stopped training at the gym, absolutely hated on any type of supplementation, refused to wear “toxic” deodorant, and even changed my clothing style. I now had ambitions to be a bare foot hippie with a man bun and a satchel, travelling through India exploring the mystic arts on a spiritual pilgrimage. That was the new plan.

I will forever be grateful that plan failed. Miserably.

I learned very quickly that when you disregard solid ground in lieu of manifesting your desires, you throw away any chance for a stable life because you’re playing with Satan and he charges a hefty price.

Before long, my wife and I found ourselves confronting more health challenges. But on top of that we were now living in a realm saturated with narcissistic individuals fighting for their own version of “truth”. It was a chaotic, liberal maelstrom to be honest. Every day involved heated online debates, and it would spill over into the real world. My business was attacked by a crazy lady for posting a video about eating more fruit of all things, if you can believe that. She gave us a 1 star review and incited some of her friends to troll us as well. I was bullied, ridiculed, then booted from Australia’s largest online vegan group because I talked to a woman about her food choices being healthy instead of validating their vegan status. I was threatened, attacked, and trolled by a paid pharma shill for highlighting discrepancies in the story of a high profile pro vax personality. On a side note, they later tried to recruit my wife, so if you think these people don't exist then I'm sorry to say that you're sadly mistaken. I’d find myself making new friends online one week, and then the next week they’d turn abusive because I voiced an opposing viewpoint to them, on my own social accounts. Life was spiraling at this point, far worse than before this spiritual new-age journey began.

I reached breaking point. It became evident my approach was ineffective. By the grace of God, it was in that moment of despair that I discovered Regenerative Detoxification. All of the health gurus I’d been following up to this point had the appearance of knowledge because they spoke with passion and conviction, but what they were saying just wasn't true. The devil has a slick tongue my friend, and that’s something I learned through experience and time in the game.

Let me tell you why I was so excited about Regenerative Detoxification. Remember when my wife's surgeon told us that lymphatic doctors don't exist? Well, the primary focus of Regenerative Detoxification is the cleansing and rejuvenation of your lymphatic system! They didn't exist in the allopathic system, but they were conquering the natural health realm. I had finally found the answers to our health challenges that I'd been searching for.

When I went ALL-IN on Regenerative Detoxification I actually learned a science-based understanding behind the physics and chemistry of food, human biology and anatomy, and the evidence based application of detoxification protocols combined with herbal supplementation. I completed a Diploma in Nutrition for Detoxification earning the prestigious title of certified Detoxification Specialist, and went on to further study symptomology and iridology. The best part is that I had finally found stable ground. I utilized my new skills to resolve my own health challenges, and rekindled my love for dietary supplements!

To say I became obsessed with supplements again would be an understatement.

I went 100% ALL-IN, accumulating over 100 different raw herbs, numerous powdered fruits and plants, and a dozen types of clay from pristine locations all over the world for the purpose of crafting my own herbal tinctures, capsules, infusions, and masks. It was glorious.

More importantly, I acquired a valuable lesson through this odyssey, one that can only be earned through experience. I learned that when life’s wrecking ball smashes through your life like a pendulum forcefully swinging, it’s wise to wait for it to swing back the other way before you can escape the destruction. When I had unceremoniously rejected everything I had known, believing it to all be a lie, it was a hasty decision. I threw the baby out with the bath water. In truth, I should have waited for the pendulum to swing back the other way because stability is found in the middle ground, not in the extremes. It turns out all of those lies were only half lies, and all of those supposed new truths were only half truths. The system is designed that way because the number 1 trick the Devil uses is confusion. The real truth is somewhere in the middle. By this stage I had moved away from metaphysics and many of the new age practices, choosing real physics and science based methodologies instead because they delivered tangible results compared to unmeasurable, philosophical ideas disguised as truth.

After finding success resolving my own health challenges I decided to establish a detoxification coaching business. I had a very high success rate, helping people from all over the world recover their health from even the direst circumstances using nutrition, supplementation, and detoxification protocols. Some of my clients were given just a few weeks left to live, yet 6 months later they were thriving on my programs. I furthered my education earning a second Diploma in Nutrition For Cancer Prevention And Longevity.

CONTEMPORARY BREAKTHROUGHS

Here’s the thing you may not realize… When you’re new to something it’s common to feel a blend of inspiration and overwhelm, tempting you to dive headfirst into it. But after a few years, or close to a decade for me, you get to witness the reality of the realm you have immersed yourself in and gain a more grounded perspective.

After almost a decade in the realm of natural health and healing, I have witnessed people unable to adhere to a strict, restrictive diet of any kind and as a result they experienced limited healing. I’ve observed protocols failing to work for some people, even when executed flawlessly. I’ve seen a revolving door of health gurus, and significant amounts of misinformation being promoted within the community. I’ve also witnessed health influencers, detox specialists, and every-day individuals taking things to the extreme and either damaging their health further or worse – they’ve tragically died from their extreme behaviors. Many of these individuals had built their identity based around their brand, which sadly made it difficult for them to admit when things weren’t working as intended because it would mean losing everything.

Let me tell you what else I witnessed in real time...
my own health deteriorate after 8 years on a whole food plant based (vegan) diet.

Initially I attributed it to factors like aging and stress which would have been typical explanations. I was experiencing minor aches and pains, and less energy than I was accustomed to. But deep down I knew something more felt off, and I wasn’t afraid to admit it.

Simultaneously I observed the emergence of carnivore diets, particularly the lion diet, and it piqued my curiosity. Many people testified to the healing potential of these diets. I reviewed testimony from ex vegans who all had experienced health challenges after consuming a long term vegan diet. The general consensus, supported by data, showed that after somewhere between 5 and 10 years on a vegan diet health declines for most people. And I was right in the middle of that timeframe.

I also noticed the transformation of raw food bloggers and influencers on social media, individuals I had been following for almost a decade, who were supposed to represent the epitome of health. They started to look aged, sick, and sadly some of them even passed away too. This raised questions about whether a permanent plant based diet was the best long term strategy for maintaining health…

Through earned experience and time immersed within the natural health community I came to a profound realization - 100% plant based diets and detoxification prove incredibly powerful as a short term strategy to reclaim your health, but they lack long term sustainability for the vast majority of individuals. I also learned that plant based diets are not the only way to recover, or maintain, your health. I pondered, what was the best long term diet for humans? I had studied human anatomy and thought I knew the answer to that question, but perhaps my mentors were wrong… I was determined to discover the truth.

Around the same time I was also experiencing some challenges in my personal life. My beautiful wife, who had been working as a well-established celebrity psychic and clairvoyant up to this point, was suffering through intense spiritual warfare which ultimately led to an extraordinary transformation. She has her own testimony to share, but what’s important for you to know right now is that she was radically saved by Jesus. After witnessing her incredible transformation, I was inspired to revisit my own truth about spirituality.

My quest for truth led me to my own encounter with The Way, The Truth, and The Life - Jesus Christ.

I can honestly attest from first-hand experience, combined with the testimony of many friends and other Christians, that if you’re a “Truth Seeker”, and I mean REAL Truth Seeker, that you will always land at the foot of the cross because if your heart is honestly seeking The Truth then there you will find Jesus.

To extrapolate my experience with Jesus, after 8 years of consuming a whole foods plant based (vegan) diet, I was led by Him to eat a grass fed and finished organic steak, and I felt an aliveness that I hadn’t experienced in years.

Jesus showed me that I was looking at health and nutrition from a limited human perspective, instead of the complex, supernatural, and unlimited perspective of God. He encouraged me to read the human “owner’s manual”, the Bible, and promised to reveal the truth in it. Everything finally made sense to me… My health equations were missing the essence of God because up to this point I was praying to "the universe", and the universe is filled with both angels AND demons to answer your prayers. I found out first-hand that it's far better to pray directly to your Creator, rather than the creations themselves or a perverted version of God that only exists in your own mind.

It was at this moment I was also given a vision of a purpose-filled future, a mission from God to accomplish. Satan is a one trick pony, he perverts the truth using his little minions to either willingly or unknowingly do so. Those first two psychics I visited all those years ago spoke a perverted version of God’s truth. God showed me that we are all “star seeds” because we are born from the literal atoms of exploding stars and stardust. We all have a mission to fulfill as well. Your mission is the purpose for which God created you! Your mission is your highest potential, but sadly the vast majority of people never realize their full potential in this life, and they never complete God’s purpose for them.

I was also shown that too many of God’s children are suffering unnecessarily, and that I had a role to play in alleviating their pain. I was tasked with learning about a Biblical diet, deliverance, the power of prayer, and supernatural attacks on our health. God was going to reveal the truth to me about all of the so called “healing” modalities I had explored over the years, and He would work through me to transform my knowledge into wisdom, like only God can. This wisdom would be employed for His glory to restore His chosen people to their created potential.

I was shown that my purpose involved creating a supplement range of unparalleled standards using the finest and most potent God-made ingredients to guarantee safety and efficacy for His chosen people. I am to deliver coaching programs and health advice that incorporates Biblically accurate protocols, while simultaneously teaching about the healing power of Jesus Christ. I was shown that my testimony will help you to unlock yours.

I am a humble servant of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I had spent my entire adult life (unknowingly) evangelizing for Satan by personally partaking in his evil schemes and endorsing his perverted healing modalities in business. I owe it to Jesus to spend the rest of my life evangelizing for Him and claiming souls in His name for the glory and grace of the Kingdom of God.

Without hesitation I ceased seeing clients in my Regenerative Detoxification clinic, redirecting my focus to align with God’s plan for me. It’s not easy, closing down a business and walking away from everything you’ve spent the last decade building, but I was compelled to do what was right. I shut down social platforms that had thousands of followers for my business. I stepped away from my personal social media for 3 years. I went back to work in construction so I could provide for my family and household. I was determined to do whatever it takes to get right with God. I opened my Bible and started reading, trusting that my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ would unveil His wisdom through the Word, and He did.

This part of my story is not dissimilar to the story of Paul. Originally named Saul, he believed he was doing God’s work by keeping the law and persecuting Christians. On the road to Damascus he was struck blind, and the truth of Jesus was revealed to him. Saul spent the next 3 years studying with Jesus through the Holy Spirit, getting himself right with God, before stepping out publicly for his first act of ministry with a new name – Paul The Apostle.

Just the same, I have spent my time in the wilderness, humbly learning, and getting right with God. And 3 years later I returned with a new name – Mr Vigour, and a new understanding of health. To have vigour is to display active strength and forcefulness of body and mind that intensely produces robust health, tenacious resilience and restored vitality. It means that if you want to live an extraordinary life you have to actively participate and force yourself to be disciplined in reaching your goals. To live without vigour is velleity, which is just wishful thinking from the sidelines of life. You don’t strike me as a dreamer, no, you’re an action taker, and Mr Vigour delivers the means for you to meet your God-given potential so you can live an extraordinary life.

During my 3 year break from public life I experimented with carnivore diets seeking to gain firsthand knowledge of their advantages and disadvantages to cultivate a comprehensive grasp of dietary requirements. Shockingly I discovered, and confirmed through iridology, that very specific carnivorous diets promoted detoxification very well, which is something the natural health realm deems impossible.

My wife and I performed deliverance on each other as well, casting out demons that had perverted our lives for decades. I can attest in the Almighty Name Of Jesus that demons are real, deliverance is powerful, and your life will be completely transformed after the process. The difference in us, and how we relate to each other, is like night and day since being delivered. Out of all the so called "healing modalities" I have personally experienced, nothing even comes close to the transformation through deliverance. You can find the exact script we used for our own deliverance HERE, which means you can experience the same freedom we did in the name of Jesus. Deliverance is your birthright in the Christian faith, don’t ever let Satan steal it from you.

Remember the demon who grabbed my leg as a child, and then visited me again during my first encounter in the Occult?

In the mighty name of Jesus, my wife Kayla delivered me from that demon who had been tormenting me my whole life. His name is Azazel, and he is often associated as being a Prince of Hell and Satan’s right hand man in demonology. First, let me tell you who Azazel is, and then I’ll tell you how he influenced my life for nearly 40 years so you can learn about demonic possession and oppression through my first-hand experience.

Azazel is first mentioned in the Book of Leviticus, although some versions have replaced his name with the term “scapegoat” which isn’t entirely accurate. Leviticus 16:8-10 of the English Standard Version reads: “And Aaron shall cast lots over two goats, one lot for the Lord and the other lot for Azazel. And Aaron shall present the goat on which the lot fell for the Lord and use it as a sin offering, but the goat on which the lot fell for Azazel shall be presented alive before the Lord to make atonement over it, that it may be sent away into the wilderness to Azazel.”

This passage is describing the Day of Atonement, a Jewish ceremony where the sins of the Israelites is transferred to a literal scapegoat who would carry their sins away. Leviticus continues in verses 21 and 22 saying: “And Aaron shall lay both his hands on the head of the live goat, and confess over it all the iniquities of the people of Israel, and all their transgressions, all their sins. And he shall put them on the head of the goat and send it away into the wilderness by the hand of a man who is in readiness. The goat shall bear all their iniquities on itself to a remote area, and he shall let the goat go free in the wilderness.”

Verse 26 states that “He who lets the goat go to Azazel shall wash his clothes and bathe his body in water…”

Clearly these passages describe 3 separate things!

1) A goat that is used to transfer the burden of sin;
2) A remote place called the wilderness;
3) An entity who lives in this wilderness called Azazel.

To simply call all 3 things “scapegoat” is a distortion of the truth, based on the interpretations of men. Many rabbis, wary of the influence of polytheism, interpreted "Azazel" as the steep, rocky, mountain precipice from which the scapegoat was thrown on Yom Kippur. However, others contended that Azazel was among the "se'irim," goat-like demons believed to roam the desert. English translators assumed the term Azazel simply meant “the scapegoat”, and so that’s how it was written across varying versions of the Bible. Either way, this is the only mention of Azazel in the Torah / Christian Old Testament.

I was left wondering, why would the Israelites consider Azazel to be a demon associated with a steep rocky area of wilderness? I prayed for an answer, and God led me to non-canonical Apocryphal books which revealed those answers. According to the Apocrypha, Azazel was a leader of the Watchers, a group of Angels sent to watch over the Earth who eventually rebelled against God and became the fallen angels. Azazel was Satan’s right hand during the rebellion, and he is the one who initiated the marrying of human women described in Genesis 6:2-4. Azazel is the first father of the Nephilim.

The Book of Enoch states in chapter 8:1-2: "And Azazel taught men to make swords and knives and shields and breastplates; and made known to them the metals of the earth and the art of working them; and bracelets and ornaments; and the use of antimony and the beautifying of the eyelids; and all kinds of costly stones and all coloring tinctures. And there arose much godlessness, and they committed fornication, and they were led astray and became corrupt in all their ways."

Chapter 10:4-6 states: “And further the Lord said to Raphael: “Bind Azazel by his hands and his feet and throw him into the darkness. And split open the desert, which is in Dudael, and throw him there. And throw on him jagged and sharp stones and cover him with darkness. And let him stay there forever. And cover his face so that he may not see the light. And so that, on the Great Day of Judgment, he may be hurled into the fire.”

Verse 8 then says: “The whole earth has been corrupted through the works that were taught by Azazel: to him ascribe all sin.”

In that moment it all made sense. Azazel was bound in the wilderness and covered by jagged stones as described by the early Rabbi's. And, he is the scapegoat because he is literally the fallen angel that corrupted mankind! He is responsible for the sin and iniquity of the pre flood era, and God said to ascribe all sin to him!

I wanted to know if there were any other references to Azazel, and this is what I found. In the extra-canonical book called the Apocalypse of Abraham, Azazel is depicted as one of the chief fallen angels who rebelled against God's authority. He is associated with teaching humanity forbidden knowledge and leading them astray. Azazel's role in this text aligns with those found in the Book of Enoch.

Genesis 15:11 tells us that: "Birds of prey came down on the carcasses, but Abram drove them away." The Apocalypse of Abraham expands on that in chapter 13:4-9:

“And it came to pass when I saw the bird speaking I said this to the angel: "What is this, my lord?" And he said, "This is disgrace – this is Azazel!" And he said to him, "Shame on you, Azazel! For Abraham's portion is in heaven, and yours is on earth, for you have selected here, and become enamored of the dwelling place of your blemish. Therefore the Eternal Ruler, the Mighty One, has given you a dwelling on earth. Through you the all-evil spirit was a liar, and through you come wrath and trials on the generations of men who live impiously.”

Chapter 31:5 goes on to say: “And those who followed after the idols and after their murders will rot in the womb of the Evil One—the belly of Azazel, and they will be burned by the fire of Azazel’s tongue.”

That’s a lot to take in, right, so let me summarize… Azazel is a leader of the fallen angels, responsible for all the sin of the world because he taught men forbidden knowledge, warfare, and how to beautify their bodies for lustful purposes. Fornication is specifically attributed to him. He was condemned to darkness, with his face covered NEVER to see the light. He is associated with a “bird of prey”, and he has a tongue of fire. So what does all of this have to do with me?

Let me show you how demonic oppression works in the real world, and how demons can influence every part of your life and behavior if you let them.

To start with, I have a pretty large bird of prey tattooed on my back that has a tongue of fire, it’s called a black dragon. The dragon is holding a demonic crystal skull which represents forbidden knowledge. I don’t have a good reason to tell you why I chose to put this on my back, other than I felt compelled to do it. That’s what demonic oppression looks like.

The tribal tattooing that covers my body from the waist up to the back of my head is war paint. Part of it was my first tattoo at 16, and I added to it over the years. I intensely felt inside of me that life was war, I had to be ready for battle at all times, and the tattoos were an outward expression of that. They were my war paint. I felt strongly compelled to cover myself with tribal tattoos for most of my life. Azazel taught man warfare and he influenced my thoughts and behaviors in this area.

Fornication was probably my biggest sin as you’ve already learned from my story. I tattooed a lot of my body because I believed it would also help me seduce women. Both of these are demonic oppression associated with Azazel.

Since I was a child, I have felt an uncontrollable rage inside of me. It lived in the pit of my belly. The first time it came out I was about 9 years old, in a fight with the schoolyard bully. I don’t remember how the fight started, but I remember this kid his name was Paul, and he was really good at karate, and he was on top of me doing the ground and pound just punching me repeatedly in the face. I remember thinking, “this isn’t right, I’m bigger than him.” Then I blacked out. The next thing I remember is a teacher, her name was Mrs French, she was running across the yard screaming my name over and over again, calling out to me to “stop, stop, stop!” I remember feeling dazed when I heard her call my name, I stopped moving, and looked around for a moment. I realized I had one hand on the back of Paul’s shorts and the other on the back of his shirt collar, and I had been running towards a brick wall when Mrs French stopped me. I was just a few feet away from ramming Paul’s head into that brick wall. It was like something had come over me and I wasn’t in control of my body. That’s what demonic possession looks like.

After that moment I think my father started to sense the rage inside of me. For the next 20 years he took every chance he could get to remind me that one punch could kill a man. It was the only way he knew how to express to me that I needed to control the rage I was feeling. He wasn’t the only one who could sense the rage either. You’ve heard of resting bitch face? I had resting rage face, to the point where my wife used to call me the Hulk because she thought I was angry all the time even though I didn't feel like I was.

The times of my life when I did get angry about something, I felt like I went from 0 to about a 10 out of 100, but for everyone else in the room it felt like I went straight to 100. People around me were visibly scared, they would back down and move away from me if it was trouble in nightclubs or on building sites. People said I had this “aura” that they just didn’t want to mess with me. It took every part of me to control the rage I felt in some moments. There’s also been several occasions throughout my lifetime where I have had visions of hurting people who have hurt me. Wild, vivid, and gruesome visions of what could happen if an uncontrollable rage was let loose. This too is what demonic oppression looks like.

Remember when I told you about the hand that grabbed me in the night when I was 4? That was Azazel. Remember when I saw those same hands and the 7 foot tall figure during my first experience in the occult? That was Azazel too. The reason why his face was darker than vantablack is because God told the angel Raphael to cover Azazel’s face so it would never see the light, which means it remains in 100% pure darkness.

I also told you I was drawn to the Occult after that experience. That was Azazel’s influence too. While I was in the New Age I searched for answers to the rage I felt inside of me. I wanted an answer to the nightmarish visions and the feelings I would get in the pit of my belly too, but I never found solutions. What I did find was ways to better control it and suppress it, which looking back was probably because I was performing witchcraft and using those demons, but no matter what, I could always feel something living there in the pit of my stomach.

God has shown me that the spirit of Azazel has been with me my entire life. He influenced my tattoos, my degenerate behaviors, fights in school, and the anger and rage I felt towards others because I felt like I wanted to war with them. He influenced my choices in the New Age and Occult. He tormented me and led me astray for wasted decades. But God can use all things for good.

I am here today to honestly attest that I have been freed from it all in the mighty name of Jesus. Since receiving deliverance from my wife Kayla, the rage inside of me has completely disappeared. I know a peace that I have never experienced before in my life. It is like a veil has been lifted, the scales removed from my eyes. The urges to fight with people have left me. The resting rage face is gone. My desire to get more tattoos of wartime doesn’t exist anymore. I am a new creation, Hallelujah praise be to God, and you can be too. Deliverance is real. Jesus is real. If you are experiencing any type of darkness in your life then let my testimony inspire you to take action with deliverance so you can be set free.

Having been set free of demonic bondage and oppression, I was able to move closer to our Lord and He showed me more about how He created us, and the timeline of our dietary habits. He showed me that just because something is considered spiritually clean doesn’t mean it’s healthy, which is why detoxing by means of fasting became engrained in Christian practices. Many Christians believe that fasting means to abstain from something to foster a deeper spiritual connection, because it's a way for you to lean on the Lord more through your suffering. But the truth is that fasting serves a dual purpose, to also physically cleanse and detox your body so you can become a clearer conduit for the grace and revelation of God.

I was led to discover the adverse effects and demonic origins of certain “natural health” practices too. For instance, the original source of Chiropractic that we know today was channeled during a séance by Daniel David Palmer who is attributed with starting the chiropractic industry. And Yoga, which I believed to be just simple stretching, is a religious Hindu practice to become one with their gods, which we as Christians know to be demons. It’s their version of channeling, psychic attachment, and trance mediumship. The word Yoga literally means “to yoke with”, while the poses represent worship to a specific deity.

Mindful Meditation, Transcendental Meditation and Guided Meditations that are rising in popularity in the western world are all spiritual practices of foreign religions. Acupuncture, energy healings like reiki, vibrational healing like homeopathy, crystal healing, song bowl healing, and anything that mentions Qi, chi, meridian lines or chakras all have roots in Hinduism, Buddhism, and Taoism.

Yes, there is some truth and science behind these practices, BUT, they are designed to manipulate an energetic system of your body that God created deliberately so the Holy Spirit can reside in you! When you entertain these practices you are literally pushing the Holy Spirit out, and inviting demons in. You see, those practices are designed to empty your vessel, empty your mind, and energetically cleanse your body. In Mathew 12:43-45, Jesus tells us that unclean spirits return 7-fold to a “home that is empty, swept, and put in order” which is to say they return to a body that is empty and energetically cleansed. You don’t want to be empty! You want to be completely filled with the Holy Spirit who flows through your body like a river and washes you clean. I have found that people inexperienced with these types of healing modalities seem to easily shrug off any concerns, yet everyone who has escaped the New Age and occult like my wife and I will immediately recognize the dangers. You don’t have to be a statistic. You can learn from our testimonies.

Jesus also told us in Matthew 7:15-20 that if the roots are evil the fruit will be too, which means Christians should not be partaking in these practices that are promoted by wolves in sheep’s clothing. We have a duty to abide in His word. We are warned all throughout the Bible to guard our faith and refuse to participate in pagan practices because we are set apart from the rest of the world. We are God's chosen people.

The self-help industry is a billion-dollar behemoth, and people are afraid to speak out against it when they have negative experiences for fear of being trolled, ridiculed, or publicly humiliated. Instead, individuals choose to perpetuate falsehoods, or blame themselves when the purported healing methods fail. The truth is that many new-age healing practices are designed to keep you trapped in a never ending cycle of misery. I should know, because I’ve tried so many of them. Some of them felt incredible at the time, but offered no permanent results and only caused more problems for my future self which is all part of Satan’s deception.

During my time in the wilderness I came to realize God gave me the gift of knowledge for natural healing through nutrition, and supernatural healing through the Holy Spirit and power of Jesus Christ. Satan tried to steal that anointing by perverting those gifts to look like vegan dieting without supplementation, and new-age energy healings like reiki, meditations, or crystals, that remove Jesus from the supernatural healing process.

Health challenges are intended to draw you closer to God through the power of Jesus Christ, not push you further away from Him, because illness forces you to consider your own mortality.

By acknowledging your body is fragile and temporary, you are compelled to seek God for the salvation of your eternal Spirit which is only possible by the grace of God through His only son, Jesus Christ.

Jesus is the one true healer, and He is your path to healing and transformation. I know this because of the miracles He has performed in my life. My belief in the benefits of fasting were also amplified as God showed me how to fast properly, incorporating biblical spiritual practice with it to fast-track results. And, fascinatingly, I was also led to modern day scientific discoveries that confirm scripture, such as how YHWH, the name of God, is literally woven into the DNA of every human on this planet. Your DNA is made from Adenine, Guanine, Thymine, and Cytosine, which are compounds that repeat in patterns acting like the 0’s and 1’s in binary computer code. These compounds appear constantly in the pattern of 10-5-6-5. When you correlate those numbers with the Hebrew alphabet you get the letters Y-H-W-H, the literal name of our God YHWH. God is an artist who autographs every one of His creations.

God also showed me how important genes are to our overall health and the way they uniquely influence how an individual’s body functions. Genes are the key component that’s missing from modern natural health practices. Many naturalists and purists suggest we all have the same body parts, therefore we should all require the same diet and detox protocols, but that’s only another half truth from the mouth of Satan…This is a lesson I learned the hard way when I first started my journey into natural health. We may all have the same parts, like a liver, gallbladder, kidneys and heart, but our genes are the facilitator that tells those parts how to work. It’s the reason why diet and detox protocols work differently for everyone.

Understanding your unique genetic code can help you determine exactly what’s going to work for you, and what isn’t, so you don’t have to waste time or money trying to figure things out by trial and error. Honestly, it could be the difference between reaching your potential and fulfilling God’s purpose for your life… or not.

That’s why I’ve partnered with a leading genetic testing facility to deliver you the worlds most comprehensive and affordable health report, based directly on the way you have been fearfully and wonderfully made by God Himself.

Psalm 139:13-14 says, “For you formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are your works, and that my soul knows very well.”

You see, God intricately stitched together the raw genetic material from your mother and father to create you, from their clay. He is the intelligence and creative force that decided whether you would have blue eyes or brown, be short or tall, have blonde hair, black hair, or something in-between. These are things you already know, but what you probably don’t know is that those “inward parts”, the genes that God wove together while you were in your mother’s womb, they determine more than just your looks. They create the fundamental blueprint of your entire being, including things like how your body uniquely processes vitamins and minerals, potential food allergens that steal your energy, whether you’re built for power or endurance exercise, as well as aerobic capacity and recovery rates.

More than that, genes can also influence things you thought were just personality traits, or perhaps personality flaws, like:

• How satisfied you feel after meals;

• Predispositions to enjoy fatty foods;

• How agreeable you are as a person and conflict avoidance;

• Whether you’re extraverted or introverted;

• Susceptibility to addictive behaviors like drugs, alcohol, gambling and smoking;

• Risk taking capacity;

• Whether you chase instant gratification versus delayed reward;

• Mathematical and musical ability;

• How much you sweat;

• Susceptibility to skin conditions like stretch marks, dandruff, wrinkles, varicose veins, and cellulite.

• And so much more!

Imagine how your life could change if you had access to all of that information about yourself. Better yet, how differently would you raise your child if you knew they were predisposed to tobacco and alcohol addictions, and hard-wired to take risky behavior? I for one would teach that child healthy coping mechanisms from a young age, and how to self-regulate their dopamine response so they don’t fall into Satan’s trap of tobacco and alcohol dependence as they grow into adulthood like I did. I’d also teach them risk management skills to mitigate at least some of the impulsive, high risk behaviors, while also implementing control strategies as a parent to keep an extra watchful eye on a child like this because they’re likely to run off on you at the shopping mall, jump into cars with strangers, or get dragged away by strong currents at the beach.

Let me give you another scenario… If you were to apply those same risk management strategies to a child who was genetically an introvert, with low potential for taking risky behaviors, then that child could grow to over-think and over-analyze every situation. They’d be paralyzed by fear, and incapable of making even the simplest decisions without second-guessing themselves. A child like that would fail to thrive, need years of therapy, and it would absolutely be the result of parenting. It doesn’t have to be this way… When you understand genetics, you can raise each child uniquely, the way God intended so they can thrive.

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Your unique, God-made genetic code is the key that unlocks your created potential. The enemy knows this, and that’s why Satan is using silent assassins to penetrate your home, infiltrating your dietary habits and lifestyle choices. Satan’s plan is to diminish you by bombarding your body with gene damaging and DNA altering chemicals, toxins, and pathogens.

God’s plan is to restore your greatness, so you can fulfill His purpose for your life.

I know now that Jesus has plans for me because of my ALL-IN mindset. I’ve given my life to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ to share His message of hope and healing with you, and to deliver pure and trusted health supplements to God’s people combined with faith-based programs and heavenly protocols that actually work because they’re built on the Rock of Ages.

This is God’s promise of health and healing to the people of His kingdom. While Jeremiah is directly speaking to the children of Israel and Judah of his time, this prophetic word is a foreshadowing of health, healing, and restoration delivered through Jesus Christ to us in our modern time.

God created ALL of His children for a magnificent purpose. He wants you to know that He created YOU with a magnificent purpose too! The problem is that Satan has caused confusion. He’s taken you away from truth, diminished you, minimized you, told you that you’re unworthy. The devil is a liar! God told me I could reach you, because you are set apart just like me. God’s kingdom is under attack, and He needs His warriors to be strong, He needs you to be strong just like He created you to be. God has chosen YOU. That’s why you’re here now, reading this.

So here we are, together in the present moment. You know everything about me, and the new creation I have become in Christ. I want to thank you for coming on this journey with me, now let’s write the future together. The best place for you to start is with my genetic testing so you never have to feel confused or be left wondering about your health again. Make the choice today to fast-track your way to the extraordinary life God has planned for you.

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