I AM a father first. My son Masen is the only reason I AM still walking this earth. I AM the man I was always supposed to be because of him. No joke- it wasn’t for that boy, I would be dead. Straight up. 

I AM also a published author, content creator, personal development and MASTEER TRANSFORMATION coach who created a method that eliminated my decade long opiate addicton and totally transformed my life.

This is the unfiltered truth of how it went down:

Born and raised in York, PA. Broken home. Bikers. Fists, bottles, violence, drugs, all of it. Started smoking weed with my boys at 13. That snowballed into everything else and didn’t stop until I was 42. Dad was a Vietnam vet who drank the war and every memory away every single night. Mom, a single mother, fought her own demons and struggled with her own substance abuse issues. Addiction was the air I breathed long before I ever touched a drug myself.

When both my parents died, within a short time-frame, right in the middle of my absolute worst years. I didn’t even have time to grieve  one before my brother, sister,and I were burying the other. I just spiraled and was pushed deeper into the addiction. Lost my marriage. Lost my lifelong boys that I grew up with, who were more like brothers, that I grew up with, was actively using with, to drug overdoses.  When they passed, everyone looked at me and thought, “He’s next. It’s over.” Doctors did tell me, during my last detox, the fentanyl levels in my system should’ve killed me three times over. Organs were shutting down. Near total failure. 7 total rehabs. 7 total failures.

But somehow, some way, I still showed up to a full-time job every day. Paid my bills on time. Never got locked up. Not one charge. Not even a traffic ticket. Every single morning I was up at 3 a.m., driving into the worst corners of Baltimore City, places that would make most people shit themselves, just to cop enough dope to function. I’d score, get straight, go put in a 10-hour shift, maintain at lunch, hit it again after work, and do it all again the next day. Years of that bullshit life. A functioning corpse- waiting for it to be my time to go- but not because I hadn't tried to get sober, I utilized every option available. Nothing worked.

I tried everything to get out of it before that final time. Heavy research. Ancient wisdom. Natural law. Hermetics. Reading all the great philosophers' books. I’d piece their teaching together, string some clean time, feel hope, then one bad trigger and I was right back in the same relapse cycle. Deeper every fucking time.

The last time I walked into treatment, near death, I knew comfort-med detox wasn’t gonna cut it. I knew MAT wasn’t it; I’d just sell the Suboxone or Methadone on the street and buy dope anyway. I’d done it before. The only way I was ever getting free for good was to feel every single ounce of hell with nothing buffering it. No meds. No tapering. No food. Nothing. I had to burn that pain so deep into my soul that I would rather die than ever go back.

So I did it raw. Alone in detox. Every cramp, every seizure-like shake, every minute my skin felt like it was on fire and my bones were breaking. Puked until there was nothing left, then dry-heaved some more. Begged God, the devil, anybody, to just end it. When it finally passed, I swore on my son’s life: never again.

(That was my path. I do NOT recommend anyone else do it that way. It’s dangerous as fuck and damn near killed me. Just telling you what it took for me and my twist)

That fire is where the final blueprint was forged. Discovering  rate of vibration and that maintaining that level of higher vibration so high that addiction literally cannot exist in the body (it only lives in low-vibration states). Brutal discipline through a workout was the fastest way to raise your vibration and that helps rewire the brain. Real food that starves the craving. Ruthless mindfulness and accountability that won’t let you lie to yourself. Natural laws. Ancient truths. Self-love. Mind, body, spirit locked in so tight the old me couldn’t find a crack to crawl back through if he tried.

Four years later: Zero cravings. Zero desire. The old me is dead and guy- he’s never coming back.

That blueprint evolved into the 12-Month Elite Awareness Program, now taught through Higher Awareness Academy, the company I founded.

Today, I teach it to fathers, mothers, veterans, CEOs, entrepreneurs, and 17-year-olds who feel behind in life… to anyone who is tired of repeating the same cycles, tired of self-sabotage, tired of playing small, tired of knowing they’re capable of more but not living it.

I work with people who are done surviving — and ready to elevate.

I don’t teach surface-level motivation. I teach identity transformation. Pattern interruption. Emotional mastery. Self-leadership.

I watch people reclaim their power permanently. Not manage their habits. Not temporarily “improve.” But fundamentally change how they think, decide, and operate.

I give away as much knowledge as I can on social media because I still remember what it feels like to be stuck — to know there’s more inside you but not know how to access it.

This isn’t theory. This isn’t recycled personal development talk. This is lived. Tested. Refined under pressure. I am living proof. My clients are living proof.