“They say you never know what you got until it’s gone…I know I got it, idk what yall on” One of my favorite verses by Kanye. I may not have all the friends or the money or the career but I have love and inner wholeness. Wisdom is better than silver & gold. I have what matters most: gratitude & appreciation for the smallest things. The things we often overlook as we’re so consumed with “life”…so caught up surviving…we forget what’s real. What matters——love. Anything can be ripped away from us at any moment as nothing is truly ours. It all belongs to source as we are source experiencing itself in infinite ways. I learned non- attachment early in life. I chose to enter into fluctuating & chaotic circumstances. At a point in my life, I thought I was “fucked up” because of my level of non attachment had wandered into dissociation. I stopped getting attached to animals because my dad would casually breeze through them like indispensable critters. I remember crying when he got the last dog, knowing that we’d end up getting rid of him (which we did). It’s been a never ending pattern of getting a new dog, neglecting it, the dog goes “crazy”, & then he gets rid of him/her. That pattern mixed with a frenzy of other conundrums led me to radical non attachment—- hence being “fucked up” lol. However, the most magical kitty entered my life when I needed love the most. I found her abandoned by the river…on the verge of starvation. I luckily got her to come to me & we’ve been best friends since. I found her the day before the winter solstice last year and my bday is the day before the summer solstice. She felt like my soulmate in animal form. A couple days ago, I was telling my coworker this story & that same night kitty disappeared. I’ve been in denial until now as I’m failing to understand why my time with her was so short. However, I cherished her deeply and I know that she is not truly mine. I’m writing this to transmute the pain into something greater. I am happy to say that I can form bonds while remaining non attached. I feel this may be the highest form of love there is ❤️ and the lesson I can take from it all.

Dear community, I have been part of this field for five months, and those who have met me know I have poured my heart and soul into it from day one. If I am taking the stand today it’s because I notice shadows arising from the collective. I’ve tried reaching the people in charge privately, but have received no response. I’ve tried to leave the container, yet life keeps guiding me otherwise. From what I understand, this message needs to be witnessed collectively, and I trust the wisdom guiding this transmission. Before anything else, this isn’t a call out. I am not looking for a fight. I hold sacred the principle to never put another at stake. This situation is a great opportunity to cleanse the collective consciousness of its own suffering. To receive my words with peace, one must first accept that we are all carrying conditioning, unless I missed an Eckart Tolle in the room. This is our chance to alchemize, to rise, to lift the frequency of this world. Let’s do this <3 Here are what I witness as conditioning patters reflected by the masculine in our field. Below are behaviours observed within the leadership of this container. I name them not as blame, but as mirrors. - Casual homophobia : Twice I witnessed the word “gay” used as an adjective to describe dance or expressions of affection between men. If love and art are “gay,” count me in. Still, it’s essential that we remain conscious of the language we use, especially when it concerns already marginalised communities. Language shapes perception, and casual remarks can unintentionally reinforce stereotypes that many have spent lifetimes working to dismantle. In a space that claims inclusivity and awareness, we must hold ourselves to higher standards of sensitivity and respect. - Sexism and lack of professional ethics : When I joined the University I was observing balance. Today, the reality feels different.Qualified women, licensed therapists and trained space holders are offering their time, emotional labour, and expertise without financial compensation. Meanwhile, self-proclaimed facilitators, men with no equivalent credentials or therapeutic background are being paid, even when their active involvement in the field has decreased. - This is not simply about money, it’s about systemic bias. The feminine continues to be undervalued while the masculine is rewarded for visibility and confidence rather than competence. That is discrimination. Beyond the question of fairness, it raises an even deeper concern: ethics.Unqualified facilitation in emotionally charged containers can cause real harm : re-traumatization, dependency, and confusion about boundaries.Without clear structure, supervision, or trauma-informed training, the field becomes unsafe for the very people seeking growth and transformation.

What a beautiful call we had today, fam 🤍 The intention for today was simple, to create a space that feels like home. A space where all of us, from every corner of the world, can come together to share where we’re at, what we’re moving through, what we’re building, and how we can truly support each other as we build the New Earth, together, both online and offline. Nearly 30 of us gathered today, and the energy was so alive that we went almost two and a half hours deep. The shares were powerful, honest, and so full of heart — conversations around masculinity and femininity, motherhood, grief, healing, purpose, feeling like misfits, reconnecting to spirit, and what it really means to embody New Earth leadership. It felt like we were all sitting around a fire, a metaphysical one, igniting wisdom, compassion, and community in each other. These are the moments that remind me why we’re here. To everyone who shared today — thank you for your openness, your courage, and your truth. You made the space what it was. Let’s keep this fire burning. If you were on today’s call, drop your social handles below so we can all stay connected beyond the circle. Can’t wait to reconnect with you all next Monday. With love & honour Nihal

At a certain point in your life, you have to make THE choice. 6 years ago was one of the biggest YouTubers teaching Instagram, sharing algorithm updates and how to growth hack the followers game. I was living in a $2M apartment, wasting money at the club. From the outside, I had made it. But on the inside I was dying... I had just come home from Ibiza... A trip to celebrate @Leo Armaad turning 21 I believe. We had rented a massive villa with 2 other online business bros. We had booked VIP tables in the club, loaded up on coke and booz and was ready for the time of our lives. The first night out, I got so drunk I blacked out and missed out on all the team photos. One of the bouncers had poured a bucked of ice water over my head, and nothing. I was out cold. The next night was better as we got to watch Steve Aioki perform his magic, while spending thousands on all kinds of nonsense that should not be named. Then one week later... Me and @Leo Armaad traveled to the north side of the island for our first mushroom ceremony. The north side of Ibiza has a large spiritual community, and this would be both of our first deep dive into the world of spirituality. This is where I got introduced to Wim Hof Breathwork for the first time. Long story short, it was a beautiful experience. I came home to Norway a changed man. And there was a rift in my psyche... Two worlds colliding. The world of unconsciousness. And the world of consciousness. The world of consumerism. And the world of the conscious creator. "How do I show up on social media and grow my brand in this unconscious landscape, as a conscious person becoming more and more conscious by the day??!?!?" Nothing worked... Everything felt like an uphill battle. I did more ceremonies, more breathwork, more high ticket masterminds, but non of it gave me a clear path out. For 5 years I was stuck in this realm. Of confusion and suffering. Of not knowing what the fucking is happening with my life, or where I was going. Confused with my brand and business. My energy levels was all over the place. Sometimes the only way to get through a team meeting was to snort a line of Ritalin or coke.