(Can you feel it?)

A Post-Deconstruction Story

A Prodigal’s Return

A Letter to All Millennials & Zoomers

All those tired of the endless scrolling.

All those who could use some direction irl.

All those who could use a long-form story not in tiktoks, tweets or posts.

All those ready to step outside their comfort zone to get some real answers.

Come on in, fam, the water is warm.

For those looking for breakthrough after deconstruction–it’s possible. For those looking for life offline–it’s calling us. For those looking for inspiration beyond our next project–it’s here. For those who’d like to harmonize and make peace with the old pieces–let’s heal.

The goal isn’t to go backward–and it isn’t hyper-political.

My friends, the churn has churned–a wave of change has risen, let us ride this forward. Let’s examine this new landscape we see beyond us. Let’s take a good look at our neighbors, and test, see how life plays out to us. Let’s discuss how the rules have changed. Because it is changing. Culture always does. Let’s see the limits, and find out what’s going on.

There are many things which go tumbling to the ground when an earthquake hits, many things affected—but only one source. Below, a great disturbance in the crust of the Earth. The aftershocks continue…

Brace yourselves.

But take heart.

This is not a random chance, this quake is quaking for a reason. I couldn’t believe it. Took me ten years to get my feet on the ground. And now when a lily blooms, and the tips of branches get a tiny bit greener, I’m beside myself. When a friend embraces me, I’m soft putty. I no longer wish to rule the world.

That’s one of those dang rule-changes. How many are there? Those doggarn things are changing imperceptibly to the eye. Let’s work together, so we don’t get blindsided.

The world has shifted, and it caught me up in it too.

One new capability is the wonderfully wholesome act of Identity Harmonization. We all have pieces from our past–phases, tragedies, outlooks–that weigh on us presently, don’t we? Well, we can, now, take those pieces and create one complete, whole identity; one vision. Let’s take the high-school version of you with the skull shirt, the middle school version with the transition sunglasses, the collegiate version with the health-goth leggings, and the intellectual gamer–and every other version of you–let’s take all those with all their memories, hopes, dreams, fears, expectations—and make peace with those pieces.

There’s a way to uncork a honey jar and pour it out, over and between. There’s a way to drive by your childhood home without careening into a nostalgic fugue state. There’s a way to look at your old diaries and journals, without being pulled back into a past that isn’t good for you. There’s a way to run into your ex without feeling bad. And old friends without hiding.

This discovery is the most surprising turn in my life. My 30-something years. This might sound a little vague, and also, a little specific, but my life is full of specifics now. I no longer chase faraway horizons (though, I spent much time traveling among the seas.) I embrace the small, specific, details of my new life.

How did I get this life? Well, I think by explaining that, I will be able to explain how you, too, can find these unexpected miracles. In your own life. That’s what’s fascinating about specifics–they’re specific to you.

It happens. It’s possible. I’m far from the only one.

I know what it’s like to feel bombarded. At different points in my life, people who knew my story and my family’s history, have said that I might be one of the unluckiest people they ever knew. Fire, Diseases, Cancer, Rare conditions, loss, and hiccups in life insurance (all before my 21st birthday). Even after my Dad passed away, and we lost our home, after barely escaping a fire, I later had my whole production space ransacked, thieves made off with hard-drives of projects months in the making.

And a couple years later, after traveling the world, getting gigs doing it. I was considered one of the luckiest people. Touring across the country. Playing in sold-out ballrooms, around the country, and Coachella. Winning an international film festival. Getting paid to travel. India, Philippines, Hong Kong, Japan.

Fortune comes and goes… You can’t rely on it. I don’t want this to come across dramatic and flashy.

Post-Vibe-shift, I feel like the richest person on Earth most days (luck has little to do with my life now.) Back then, before all that “cool” stuff—as a child in church, with many cousins, I told kids in my elementary school that I hit the jackpot with my friends and family.

There has been much life in my life. I hold on to the things that death can’t erase. Heart. Spirit. Grit.

Though, I learned much of these the hard way. (Is there any other way?)

This isn’t a glorified lifestyle blog, I recognize that my deepest issues can’t be solved by pop psychology and pure positivity. Though attitudes are indeed under the domain of our free will. We can choose them. Though I love to read non-fiction, self-help, and read often, I couldn't actually “design my own life” in a way that was truly meaningful. Because I didn’t know what I needed. I thought I wanted to be free of obligation, sacrifice, and duty–but now I’m hungry for those.

I think you know what I mean. (Things are changing widely.)

I say this not to earn your sympathy. I know we all have our highs and lows, glowing memories and troubles, but I don’t identify with my wounds. As therapeutic as it is to run to the blank page and “bleed,” I don’t know how worthwhile it is to share your mess with all the world, while I’m still cleaning up. After I “bleed” on the page, I slip into another version of myself, a haughty, high-brow, bitter, overthinker. (I tried this for years, I really did.)

But the hard truth about facing hard times, is without a Vibe Shift, you’re no better for it. What doesn’t kill you doesn’t make you stronger. It just wounds you. And you go on limping for a while. The unfortunate truth for those who romanticize the dark side of art–as if darker artists are somehow truer artists–then you’ll be in for a surprise when you go to sit down at your computer–right after a loved one passes away–and you realize you got nothing. Nothing but raw, grief. While we are grieving, in our brokenness, we can’t see clearly. Grief slips over us undetected. It sits right in the throat, in the chest, like a dissonant blight.

When I focused on my brokenness, I didn’t feel any less broken. All I did was feel my brokenness more intensly.

This is not one of those books where I reveal a little too much about myself in an effort to get your attention. Nor is this a takedown. I will do my best to keep the tea in the cup where it belongs. (What kind of monster wastes tea?)

This is an invitation. To harmonize identity. To soften the heart. To inquire.

That’s only one thing that we can do when we reach that point in our post-vibe-shift lives. We can see a grand plan underlying every phase.

Dissonance dispelled. Brokenness overcome. Joy. Joy in the darkness. Where there’s Joy, there’s meaning. Where there’s meaning, we are anchored. Assured of our safety, it’s possible to work. It’s possible to be wounded severely—and even bleed out entirely—and still hold fast to your new identity. You won’t fear death when it comes. You won’t worry when your body slowly fails you. You won’t fret when your family ages, and needs more from you.

We will be able to stand fully in the phase–this new phase, which has already started. The young adults are becoming new adults. With buzzing harmony, we will face the day.

Beyond the harmonization of identity, this will also be a resource for all millennials and zoomies. The Vibe has shifted, people! That means links to hundreds of hours of videos, full length stories, and sources of others telling this story too. Each with their own specifics.

It’s all here, so you can deepen your understanding. Additionally, there’s a link to a playlist with hundreds of vibe-shift inducing tunes to help you break the spell. And keep you focused longer on your own venture into the wide-open world beyond the blue-and-white vapor over the Earth.

One man’s story—a search for Truth—from the stage of Coachella, to the company of the Dalaï Lama—from meditation to prayer—from East to West—triple church to deconstruction.

What do we do with these deconstructed pieces? Let’s put them together.

The Vibe has shifted, can you feel it?

Flashy ambitions fading.

A wave of awakening.

Social media no longer enchanting.

Celebrity culture slipping.

Vice Mag dying. (Reddit, too)

Gamers unplugging.

Political pundits falling.

A different sense of decency.

A new tingling in our chest to discover what we can’t see.

A disillusionment with disillusionment.

Individualism sinking.

Pride giving way to humility.

Addicts losing addictions.

Hope rising in the chest of cynics.

Riches piling up in the souls of the poor.

A collective shrug to cutting-edge tech.

A simple desire to go outside.

Our social and personal experiments have run their course.

What’s going on?

Well, for this letter, it took a little research. You see, it all started with a thread…One thread that eventually unraveled my life…One thread that eventually led me home. I had gotten used to knots and dead ends. I never expected to find a way through the mire of the jungle void using thread.

Also, be warned–there’s no way back. Once things unravel, they unravel.

But, it’s okay, you won’t miss your life before this unraveling.

So, let’s go forward together.