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🦁Helping people reclaim their breath, body and peace through powerful ceremonies, sacred cacao, and transformational retreats
🏡 At The Healing Homestead, Rural NSW
💨 Breathwork | Sacred Medicine | Integration
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15/09/2025

🍫 Cacao is back in stock! 🍫

As of the end of last week, we’ve restocked and today we’re sending out almost 14kg of cacao!! A mix of pre orders heading to beautiful fams around the country and 6 fresh bags on their way to in Hervey Bay.

For retail orders through me, things look a little different. Instead of pre ground bags, we’re offering 600g solid blocks.

Why?

Because slowing down matters. We feel cutting your own cacao invites presence, brings you hands on with the medicine, and turns it into a process rather than just a quick tip from a bag. Same great cacao, same rich taste, just arriving in a form that deepens the ritual.

Now why cacao?

Cacao is so much more than a drink, it’s a heart opener. Rich in magnesium, theobromine, and antioxidants, it nourishes body, mind, and spirit.
It boosts circulation, elevates mood, softens the nervous system, and creates a natural, gentle energy that lingers without the crash. Some people even use it as a coffee replacement (though that’s not why I drink it).

For me, cacao also pairs perfectly with breathwork.
As the breath clears stagnation and awakens the body, cacao brings warmth, grounding, and an expanded sense of connection. Together they create a bridge, from head to heart, from tension to flow.

So whether you’re sitting in ceremony, sharing a cup with family, or starting your day with presence, this is your invitation to make cacao part of your rhythm.

DM for details

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P.S. While I was preparing this morning orders of cacao, I had playing in the background and myrrh incense burning. Why? Because intention matters. Every block is infused with presence, prayer, and a little sacred energy before it even reaches you.

30/08/2025

Some of us never had a father to show us the way.

No man to model what strength with softness looks like.
No example of how a husband loves his wife, or how a dad protects, guides, and provides for his kids.

What we saw was often the opposite…
What not to do. But without the awareness of not to follow suit.
And so here we are, men learning as we go.
Breaking generational cycles brick by brick.
Becoming the dad we always needed, even if no one showed us how.

And when we get right down to it. That takes more courage than most will ever understand.
Because it’s easy to repeat history.
It’s easy to stay stuck in what’s familiar, even if it absolutely hurts.
It’s hard to rewrite the story though.
It’s hard to be the one who says, “This ends with me.”

Here’s to the fathers figuring it out in real time.
To the ones who show up, even when they’re exhausted.
To the ones who choose love over ego, presence over distraction, and connection over convenience.
To the men who never had a positive role model but are building something better for their kids anyway.

If this is you, know this!
Your kids won’t remember the moments you got it wrong.
They’ll remember the moments you stayed.
The times you listened.
The love you gave without condition.

🔥 This is the work we’ll be dropping into together at The Sacred Return. Breath, truth, family, and the courage to build something better, not just for ourselves, but for the generations to come.

DM me if you’re ready to step into this work.

Either way,
Keep going.
Keep breaking the cycle.
Keep showing up.
Because every small act of presence, every hard conversation, every quiet “I love you”…
is legacy in motion.

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17/08/2025

To some it may seem whacky doo.
To others IYKYK.

It’s not just smoke.
It’s a message, a prayer, infusing into the cacao.

Intention is everything.
Gratitude. Love. Time and energy.

Slow down.
Breathe.
Give thanks.
Love.

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17/08/2025

Here he is again, the crazy fella that just talks. Nothing fancy, nothing over the top. Just me, you, a bit of cacao and some real talk.

We live off grid. No power lines, no water mains, no sewage hookup. Everything we use, we generate, collect, or deal with ourselves. The sun charges our batteries, the rain fills our tanks, the septic takes the waste. Simple, but it means one thing… we’ve got to be mindful of how much we consume.

If we burn more power than we store, lights go out. If we run the pump dry, no water flows. If we don’t manage the system, it doesn’t manage us.

Now here’s where it gets real. Life is the same.
How’s your own batteries looking?
Are you topping up with enough sunlight, rest, food, movement, presence?
Or are you burning through energy faster than you recharge?

Bonus one. If you’re not clearing your waste, you’re just overflowing with s**t. Physically, emotionally, spiritually.

So many of us are running blind. We don’t check in with ourselves until we hit empty, then wonder why we can’t switch anything on. But you’re not meant to live on low battery.

Go to bed earlier.
Step out in the morning sun.
Bare feet on the earth.
Fill your lungs with fresh air.
Move your body.
Laugh with your people.
Do something that charges your spirit.

Because when your batteries are full, life flows. You’re not just surviving on the smell of an oily rag, you’re alive, powerful, lit up from the inside out.

And if you’re running on empty? Fk… you won’t even be able to power a tamagotchi (age test).

Top up. Guard your energy. Live full.

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15/08/2025

8 weeks.
Of peeling back the layers.
Of remembering the man underneath the noise.
Of letting go of the old roles, the false strength, the tight grip on what isn’t real… and coming back to what is.

Last night I wrapped up a powerful 1:1 container with a brother up in Hervey Bay. Week by week, we moved through family, empowerment, and freedom. Not just as words, but as lived experience. Truths that land in the heart and soul, not just the head.

During our final call, we sat in reflection.
And what I witnessed in this man, his eyes, his smile, his presence, told me everything.
The shift isn’t just in what he says.
It’s in how he is.

We didn’t have to force a thing.
It flowed.
Because when you commit to doing the work… the work begins to do you.

This isn’t coaching.
It’s remembering.
It’s reclaiming.
It’s the sacred return to self.

To the boys in big bodies still holding onto pain, it’s not your fault.
But it is your responsibility to decide what you do from here.

This 8 week chapter is now complete and something new is already beginning.
His wife is joining us for The Sacred Return retreat in November, and that says a lot about the ripple this work creates.

To all the men feeling the nudge…
To those tired of pretending…
To those who’ve tried doing it alone and it’s just not cutting it anymore…

Come.

There’s a seat for you.

🦁 1:1 journeys now open.
🏕️ Sacred Return retreat
DM me to start.

Let’s remember who we are.

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12/08/2025

If you can stand calmly in the face of petty chaos, you can hold ceremony in the face of real storms.

Life has this way of sending you tests before it hands you treasures.
The tests often come dressed as people, situations, or energy that poke, prod, and pull at your edges. They try to pull you into their storm… but guess what? you don’t have to enter.

Standing calm doesn’t mean you’re passive.
It doesn’t mean you ignore what’s wrong.
It means you anchor so deeply in your truth that the chaos can’t drag you into its s**t.

It’s easy to hold your centre when the fire’s burning, the birds are singing, and everything’s flowing to plan.
It’s another thing entirely to hold your centre when someone’s pushing your buttons, gossiping about you, or life’s throwing unnecessary obstacles in your path.

That’s where the real ceremony begins.
Because ceremony doesn’t always come in the form of just drums and cacao.
It’s the way you breathe when you want to snap.
It’s the way you choose stillness when everything in you wants to rush.
It’s the way you stand in the muck of the moment, look around, and say
“I’m still here. I’m still steady. I’m still me.”

Every storm you face is a rehearsal for the bigger moments, the ones that really matter.
The moments when the winds will howl and the stakes will rise… and you’ll remember the smaller storms you’ve already walked through.

This is where we find our sacred return. The place inside us that can’t be shaken, no matter what’s thrown our way.

And if that call is stirring something in you right now… you’ll know exactly where you need to be come November.

The Sacred Return.
Nov 13–16.
Only 9 places.
DM me if you feel it.

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11/08/2025

Some moments with our kids stick with us.

Tonight, my son told me he’d share his deepest, darkest secret… but only when he’s 42.
Not now. Not today. Not even tomorrow.

He was scared to tell me.
Scared of how I’d react.
Scared of the “old dad” who used to go off a bit quick.

And he had every reason to feel that way, because in the past, I did react.
I wasn’t always a safe space.

When he finally told me tonight, there wasn’t an ounce of anger in me.
We talked it through. We explored what happened, why it happened, and what could have gone differently.
We moved through it together.

It reminded me of this.
We all carry history in how we relate to our kids, our partners, our friends. Past reactions shape present trust.
If we want the people in our life to come to us with their truth, we have to become the safe space they can walk into without fear.

Not the judge.
Not the punisher.
The space holder.

I’m still learning. Still changing. Still showing my kids that dad can hear the truth without losing his centre.

So here’s my invitation, ask yourself today.
Am I creating spaces where the people I love feel safe enough to tell me the things that scare them?

Because trust isn’t built in the moment they tell you.
It’s built in all the moments before.

Anyway… I’m off to finish my cacao, sit by the fire with my wife, and enjoy the night.
And to the ones watching quietly from the wings… I see you.

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04/08/2025

Arrived in Gosford earlier this afternoon after a 6.5 hour drive with my boy Taylor.

He’s got a dentist appointment tomorrow, and we grabbed a feed at a Korean BBQ joint this evening. His choice as he wanted to go to the place you can “cook your own dinner”.

I’ve gotta say…
Driving into the city, man I felt it. That density. That buzz. The hustle. The traffic. That low hum that doesn’t stop.

It’s like the whole place is breathing heavy.
Stacked buildings. Concrete boxes in a concrete jungle. Energy everywhere, but not the kind that nourishes.
It’s stimulation without soul.

Back home, the air feels different.
You can hear your thoughts.
You can feel the land.
Even the buildings have stories, the old bricks, creaky timber, character.
Here? It’s like the spirit’s been stripped out and replaced with grey noise.

Now don’t get me wrong, I know some people love city life.
Some thrive in the rush, the grind and the lights.
But for me? It just confirmed what I already knew in my bones…

I’m not made for the city.
I’m made for soil.
For stars.
For stories that echo through the land, not drown in noise.

And maybe you’re the same?

So I’m curious…

👉 Do you feel it too? That shift when you drive into a city?
👉 Do you notice the way your body tightens? The way your breath changes?
👉 Or maybe you still love the lights and that’s cool too.

Let me know in the comments, where do you feel most at home?
City or country? Chaos or quiet?
Let’s hear it 👇

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03/08/2025

Meet what I’ve coined, “The Elder,” the sacred guardian of this place we now call home.

Walking our land, we’re blessed with an abundance of grass trees. While commonly called “black boys,” i deeply honour and respect that the culturally preferred name for these beautiful trees is grass trees or Xanthorrhoea. My intention is only reverence and appreciation.

These trees represent ancient spirits of resilience and renewal. Though this one is different.

Standing tall at close to 3 metres and more than likely 200-300 years old, its arms stretched wide in a human like embrace, it holds the wisdom of centuries.

Imagine what it has witnessed!

Generations of Indigenous ceremonies, prayers, fires sweeping through to clear and renew, new life emerging from blackened soil. Countless sunrises and moonlit nights. Still it stands tall
and strong, quietly observing, gently protecting this land.

Every time I pass by, it invites stillness. A moment I acknowledge, and greet our protector, our sacred steward.

It’s a reminder to pause, breathe, and reconnect, to listen to the land, honour the ancestors, and anchor ourselves into presence. In a world of constant movement, this ancient guardian whispers the sacred art of slowing down.

A reflection for you.

Who are the guardians watching quietly over your life? Perhaps a tree in your garden, a bird who visits regularly, or even a rock that feels special. What stories and wisdom do they hold, hidden in plain sight?

Maybe today is the day to pause, breathe, and honour the quiet sentinels in your world.

Grateful to share our land with this ancient elder, keeping us deeply connected to earth, spirit, and the magic of life itself.

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02/08/2025

Taking some time on this rainy day to walk the land with my youngest and my wife.

And while we were out there, a thought dropped in.

Most of us are pretty good at exploring the outside world.
We’ll walk, hike, travel, scroll, talk, build…
We’ll chase freedom in landscapes, in lifestyle, and in what we can see and touch.

But rarely do we stop long enough if at all to explore the inner landscape.

When was the last time you sat in stillness and explored you?

Not your goals.
Not your to do list.
Not your identity, roles or masks you wear.

Just… you.
The breath.
The space between the breath.
The raw, quiet presence within, YOU.

Here’s the problem.
We’re taught to search outward for clarity, peace and purpose.
We spend our energy fixing the external such as jobs, homes, schedules etc
All the while ignoring the very terrain that drives it all, our internal state.

So we end up ungrounded.
Overstimulated.
Disconnected from ourselves.

Here’s the shift.
You don’t need a bush to find stillness.
You don’t need acreage to explore depth.
You just need to pause…

Do this now.
Close your eyes.
Breathe in and out through the nose, slow it down.
Let yourself feel what’s real, without trying to fix it.

Your nervous system doesn’t need a new plan.
It needs safety.
Presence.
And a bit of space to be seen.

Next time you go for a walk, remember this,
the most important place you can explore…
is within.

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