My Breakthrough Story … I gave it all up. Like you

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Hi… I’m Justice Calabro, a 21-year-old seeker and revolutionary who gave up everything I knew before to be here now with you. I humbly admit it has taken me a long time to do this. I felt complacent because I had written it for myself, but I never took the action to share it with you like I asked you.

So many of you have taken a leap, and so beautifully shared your stories, thank you for inspiring me to take the next step and share mine

This is my Breakthrough Story.

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I was born on November 25, 2003, on a sunny day in the San Fernando Valley of Northridge, California.

My father, Cliff, is the most passionate and humble man I know—so devoted to the security of our family that he gave up being a rockstar to be my dad.

And my mother… wow. She has endured more pain and hardship than I could ever imagine. She was once a Pilates instructor, transforming people’s lives through movement. Before that, an inventor, where she met my father as a musician. But now, she struggles with stage three Crohn’s disease, fighting every day just to get out of bed.

She was the strongest woman I had ever known… and now, I am convinced she is the strongest woman in the world.

Why has the very woman who dedicated her life to helping others heal and reclaim their bodies had her own health taken from her? I do not know. But what I do know is that our love has been strengthened because of her pain.

Now, let’s get to the mojo :)

As a kid, my dad worked a lot, especially when I was younger, but when he was home, we connected deeply through video games. My relationship with my mom was more tense, but I was always inspired watching her train people as a Pilates instructor, transforming their lives. She was my disciplinarian—making sure I did what was asked of me.

From second grade onward, I was heavily medicated.

The first thing I saw every morning—before I even got the chance to take a conscious breath—was a pill being put in my mouth.

I had a lot of problems in school. I was bombastic and spontaneous, constantly getting “red cards” for bad behavior and over-expressing myself. This probably gave me some trauma, making me believe there was something wrong with me.

My memory isn’t great around a lot of these things. I remember some incidents, just snapshots—emotional moments that stuck with me. I was so rowdy that I actually got kicked out of afterschool care in preschool. I had to repeat second grade because I was younger than most of the kids… and I failed. :)

Growing up medicated, I forgot what it was like to play and just be a kid.

I never had the tangible experience of fully expressing myself, running around, and being creative because I was always under the influence of ADHD meds.

So now, here I am, at 21 years old, learning what it truly means to live, to have fun, to be a kid again.

Because of the way those pharmaceuticals damaged my brain, it’s been traumatic for both me and my parents. They thought they were doing what was best for me. It was the only way they could get me to go to school without tearing the place down.

So honestly—not only do I forgive them—I don’t blame them. I was a bit of a maniac, haha.

But to my body and brain, that medication was killing the creative child inside of me.

I grew up without many friends—if any at all—that I really resonated with. The heart of the San Fernando Valley is a sketchy place. Lots of immigration, lots of illegal activity.

One time, when my mom was taking me to school, we literally saw a dead body in the middle of the street.

The post office box on the corner of my neighborhood? Definitely a drug drop.

Catholic School & My First True Friend

After Topeka Elementary, a public school, I transferred to a Catholic school called Our Lady of Lourdes from second grade to sixth grade.

Here, I was even more heavily disciplined—which I needed.

I developed some friendships, but only one of them has lasted to this day.

That friend? He’s now an incredible musician. But back then, he bullied the f* out of me**. And yet—he was also my best friend.

Even though there was a lot of psychological manipulation (unknown to both of us at the time), we had fun together. We goofed off, laughed, and just got to be kids.

Thankfully, throughout everything, I had—and still have—a great relationship with my dad. We always went hiking and played outside together.

My First Encounter with the Mystical

At age 15, my grandfather passed away.

It was Easter Sunday in our Catholic church when a woman approached me.

She told me about her near-death experience—in such extreme detail that it painted a vivid picture of the divine and the afterlife. A picture so clear it was undeniable.

Then, in front of my family, she began channeling my grandfather.

She spoke things even my father didn’t know—things that only my aunt knew.

That woman predicted our move to North Carolina.

She gave me my first relationship with spirituality. Even though she was a devout Catholic, I knew that everything she said was true.

And from that day forward, I made it my personal mission to understand and prove everything she told me.

One day, I’ll tell you guys the full story.

From Racecar Champion to the Biggest Leap of My Life

After Catholic school, I became a racecar driver.

I started racing go-karts at 12 years old, won the championship in my rookie year, and climbed the racing ladder for the next 10 years.

In 2019, I moved to Charlotte, North Carolina, to pursue this dream. I won 4 State Championships, over 100 races, and an international event—my magnum opus.

Then, in 2023, I took the biggest leap of my life into a much more powerful car: the 602 Modified.

These cars made 600+ horsepower.

I raced at a local track with no money, no resources, on a team with a veteran driver about to retire.

The car I drove? It was numbered John 3:16.

The roof was painted white with a black cross.

The bottom was red and black—like the fires of hell.

The inside of the roll cage? Blood red—like the blood of Christ.

There was even a cross stitched into the seat.

And my spotter? His name was Angel.

Oh, and my initials? Justice Calabro.

Yeah. You can’t make this s*** up.

We were the most underfunded team there—racing on a $15,000 budget against teams spending $250,000+.

The car I drove hadn’t been competitive in eight years.

But against all odds… we won the championship that year by one point.

An act of God.

We outperformed teams with way more money and resources—almost every single weekend.

With a championship in a prestigious series, everyone thought the next step was to go pro.

But I knew in my heart…

That was the last time I’d ever step into a racecar.

From Racecar Champion to the Biggest Leap of My Life

Right after I got out of Catholic school, I became a racecar driver.

I started racing go-karts at 12 years old, won the championship in my rookie year, and proceeded to climb the racing ladder for the next 10 years.

I moved to Charlotte, North Carolina, in 2019 to continue pursuing this dream.

I would go on to win 4 State Championships, over 100 races, and one international event, which was my magnum opus.

Then, in 2023, I took the biggest leap of my life into a much more powerful car called a 602 Modified.

These cars made well over 600 HP, and I competed at a local track with no money and no resources on a team with a veteran who was about to retire.

The car that I drove (and rented—it wasn’t mine) was literally numbered John 3:16.

The top was painted white with a black cross, and the bottom was red and black like the fires of hell. The inside of the roll cage was painted blood red, like the blood of Christ, and there was a cross stitched into the seat.

Even my spotter just so happened to be named Angel…

And my initials, Justice Calabro, speak for themselves—leading to a very eerie and confusing “coincidence” (I hate that word).

Nonetheless, this was a coincidence that I did not choose and very much tried to ignore.

We were the most underfunded and under-resourced team there. We raced for a total of $15,000 for the entire year, competing against people who were spending well over $250,000.

The car I was driving hadn’t been competitive in almost 8 years.

But—against all odds—we won the championship that year by one point.

Quite literally, an act of God.

Somehow, we outperformed teams with far more funding and resources almost every weekend.

(Here’s a link to my old Instagram and YouTube page if you want to check out what that journey looked like. We produced a ton of awesome content.)

(Links:)

The Turning Point

With a championship in a more prestigious series under my belt, you’d think the next step would be to go to the next level again.

That’s what everyone thought.

But I knew in my heart—after I won the championship that day—that it would be the last time I ever stepped in a racecar.

Crisis

The pressure to acquire sponsorship and the lack of funding was not only too intense—it made racing disgusting to me.

The fiery love I had for being inside a racecar and competing was slowly fading away.

I would definitely attribute this evolution to my study of philosophy and the esoteric arts and a very quickly growing adherence to the principles I was learning.

Less and less of me wanted to get ahead of other people—and that’s all racing is.

So now, after spending 10 years as a professional racecar driver, I realized that I had developed gifts and strengths that could be used elsewhere.

And I no longer felt that racing was the stage where those gifts would be most useful.

This led to a lot of inner conflict because everyone saw me as a racecar driver.

This was the reality I was told I needed to live in.

At the time, this was my only perceptual idea of the future, and it was difficult for me to envision a life that didn’t involve racing in some way.

The challenges of being a professional athlete and the emotional and mental pressure put on me to perform at the highest level had built a lot of character—and, let’s be honest, drama—into my personality.

At the same time, I was also forced to develop a discipline of speaking in front of the camera, and I dissolved any personal anxiety about presenting to an audience.

The Chase

So, I began to double down and pursue what I felt was a higher purpose for my life.

After studying:

• Esoteric theology

• Modern quantum physics

• Stoic philosophy

• Modern positive psychology

• A plethora of other mind-strengthening modalities

…I realized that I was a helpful proxy to my friends and my family, helping them cultivate stronger states of mind.

This chase to tame my mind and cultivate the skills to help people at a professional level led me to many different healing modalities—for myself and my family.

I felt called to share what I had learned with the world because it had helped me tremendously.

But the truth is, I was still in the depths, trying to figure it out for myself.

I had such a big vision for my brand and the impact I wanted to make on the world.

The different modalities I wanted to master so I could help people became overwhelming very quickly.

I struggled with how I was going to integrate the most important things and what the plan of action was going to be.

Venturing into a space my parents had absolutely no experience in was scary.

It led to a lot of arguing with my mother.

I remember one night in particular—her screaming directly in my face, crying harder than I had ever seen her cry:

“You’re delusional! This isn’t real! What you’re doing isn’t real! You have to participate in reality! Social media has no way to support you! I don’t understand—it’s not possible!”

And then, she dropped this one on me:

“And this guy Thor? You’re dedicating so much time to him! He’s a maniac! I don’t understand him!”

Lmao… Yeah, I know.

Thankfully, though—with that breakthrough behind us—she loves Thor now. ;)

The Breakthrough

It was in that moment of intense anguish—projected by my mother—that I realized:

I was unmoved.

I had such utter confidence that this was the right thing for me to be doing…

That I wasn’t scared at all.

I found total peace in knowing that I don’t know how my life is going to turn out.

But I do know this:

• My intention to seek and spread truth is genuine.

• My desire to play and be joyful is pure.

• My commitment to love as deeply as I can is real.

And I knew that this could only lead to good things in the end—no matter how turbulent the journey.

I reached a point where I no longer cared about the “Unknown.”

I stopped trying to have so much control.

In a way, I totally surrendered my illusory ambitions to a total faith—that if I did my best to serve the world with love fully, it would bring about more physical and emotional abundance than I ever thought possible.

Although the task was still daunting, this brought me so much peace.

Because simply having the confidence and belief that I was pursuing a virtuous purpose became incredibly fulfilling.

Truthfully, this was the first time I started to actually find self-love.

I started really focusing on showing up with virtue and love, learning from the people around me, and trying to provide as much emotional value as possible.

Simply orienting all of my actions toward creating love in others—this generated a capacity for love inside me that I had never felt before.

Healing from the Meds & Rebuilding My Soul

Being overmedicated on ADHD meds made me feel like a zombie for most of my memorable life.

I was void of any intense emotion and constantly dissociated.

It completely wiped me of the emotional and mental faculties needed to process my emotions because it stripped my body of the hormones and neurochemicals required to actually generate those emotions.

It left me with very weak love muscles.

So, I started training them.

I strengthened those muscles by becoming a server at a restaurant and practicing active gratitude.

I affirmed to myself every day:

• I am creating a life I love.

• I am opening myself up to learning.

• I am receiving messages from the universe about what I should be doing with my time.

It was in this environment that I was shown—over and over and over again—through reaffirmation from the people I was interacting with that:

I should absolutely bring my gifts to the public world.

I should use my voice to help ease the pain of others.

I should enrich people’s minds with love.

And then, I finally cultivated the confidence to stare my dream in the face and take the first step.

I overcame my procrastination with creative spontaneity.

I walked into the life I wanted without having the perfect plan of where I wanted to go.

Simply taking the necessary steps to start cultivating an audience that would hopefully be positively impacted by my message.

I realized something profound:

The dream I wanted for my life only came to me once I took the first step into the unknown.

It was only after committing myself to a life of service that I caught a glimpse of the magnanimity of the potential future that awaited me.

The New Era: A Life of Service

Now, here I am—giving as much love and wisdom every day as I can muster.

In service to something greater.

In service to you.

I joined Thor and his team on April 8, 2024—the day of the solar eclipse.

From that day on…

I was reborn.

Since then:

• I’ve started dating a woman so, passionate, loving, and creative, no human words can describe her magnificence. And she’s on this journey with us as an artist and creative. I love you

@Payton Velligan

• My relationship with my family has healed.

• My physical health has transformed.

• I’ve done things with my body I never thought possible.

• I’ve built a personal brand with over 30,000 followers, and am devoted to the most important work of my life. And I get to show up and talk to the most incredible souls every day.

And now, I’m surrounded by so much love, passion, vision, fire, and excellence that I finally understand…

Why I wasnt afraid.

Because I was always meant to be here.

I am now part of a team that shares my dream for the world.

Because it’s not just my dream.

It’s our dream.

The Revolution

We are here to evolve public consciousness.

To redefine the way we treat each other—until love, truth, and joy become the center pillars of all human action and thought.

With New Earth University, we are teaching people how to share their gifts with the world.

We are using social media to evolve the consciousness of the planet.

And together, by standing behind our vision of a New Earth, we will create waves that will be felt for generations to come.