I came to this world of spirituality and healing the hard way.
(Perhaps that’s the only way to come to it.)
I cannot bring myself to tell any more stories about my life – they’re mostly all out there already for anyone who wants to know.
Right now all I’ll say is this – the reason I have so much to share and give is that I walked this path already, mostly alone. And any time I am able to save another person from a little bit of the pain and suffering that I had to go through, then I’m intensely happy and fulfilled.
I came through severe disassociation, deep and chronic depression, decades of intense personal and social anxiety, and two addictions that almost killed me several times.
What saved me, ultimately, was a sliver of a fragment of an echo of a memory: the faintest of whisperings somewhere in the back of my unconscious mind – that underneath all the dysfunction I was not broken, that behind all the self-loathing I was love-able, and that within the most seemingly unbearable experiences there was always hope.
I don’t know why I was gifted with the grace that eventually saved me when so many others drown, but for this fleeting moment of existence that I Am, I Am profoundly grateful for it.
The extraordinary, intense, profound beauty of life.
“Ben, I feel such gratitude to you for being the person who has helped me understand myself better from a really core place… I felt unconditional love from within in the deepest form I have ever felt. No words can tell you how profound that experience was for me, and how much I feel you have changed my life.”