Precipice of Vision
“Always remember there was nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name.”
I’ve been through my family history more times than I can count, but this time I’m here with a plea for the chance to truly start fresh, in a place where I feel welcome and can finally heal after a four-year vision quest, that is the equivalent of 15+ years of experiences all crammed down into that timeframe, with the biggest revaltions, and hurts Ive been through since he took his final walk.
Starting my own business was never going to be easy, but nothing could have prepared me for the heartbreak, betrayal, and financial devastation that followed the loss of both my parents. In that time, I’ve endured social media suppression that cut my student reach, been forced to move five times, four of them in the last year alone, driven hundreds of hours at my own expense, thus wasting precious resources, as my health continues to worsen under the weight of stress and chronic Lyme disease.
I have very few regrets in my life, the deepest of all began 3½ years ago, when my father called to tell me doctors had found a mass on his lung. He asked me to come home, direct the school for a few years, and give him the time to rest and travel. I agreed instantly. But the very next day, without a word to me, the school was given to my brother and his girlfriend.
Around that same time as when the rumors about me began to spread, twisting my past into a weapon. My father, never one for healthy confrontation, wouldn’t address it directly, and I kept building my own business while watching his health decline.
After a life of service to the Tracker School, and everything my father gave his life for, a place where I left in 2009, as head instructor and director, plus 16 more years teaching around the world, I suddenly find myself cut out of every conversation about my father’s work. Since his passing, I haven’t been invited to a single gathering or planning meeting. Not one person with my last name owns any part of his legacy, because of trickery and darkness. Those that seek to silence me seemingly failed to remember who my father truly was and all he taught me over the years which has led me to compile pages of legal documents that I will use if necessary, but that type of behavior is everything I'm trying to fight in the world, and all I can do is forgive those who have wronged wronged me.
Over these four years I have lost my parents, my life savings, my lifetime collection of tools, my health, and most painfully, my father’s last birthday gift to me, a Nikon Z9 I had to sell to avoid losing my car. That camera represented a passion we both shared since the day he gave me my first Nikon on my birthday in 1984.
Now, I am in a small cattle town in Montana, a place where I feel seen and respected not just because of my father’s name, but for who I am. I have a loyal friend here, Jim, who has supported me daily for years and entrusted me to look after his property and family. This is my fifth business restart in four years. I’ve built my online classes to the highest student count yet, thanks to my “pay what you will” model, but without internet, phone, and the tools to run my programs, I will lose it all.
That’s why I’m opening up a sale of my rarest memorabilia, first edition books, handwritten notes from my father, and personal items I’ve carried for decades. Just one sale could cover my essential yearly costs, my website, Zoom, Google Suite, Adobe tools, phone, car insurance, food, and gas, and free me from the constant stress of monthly bills that would be a fraction if I could pay yearly. The monthly scramble that’s destroying my health. Two sales could even replace my camera and pay down my car loan.
These I bought a few of the pieces that belong in the hands of people who will honor them.
The first-ever copy of The Tracker with dust jacket (and one without)
First and second copies of The Field Guide to Wilderness Survival
The first copy of The Search with dust jacket
Handwritten passages and field notes from my father
Rare Tracker School materials and personal letters
I will be releasing a series of videos over the coming days showcasing some more rare items I have.
I'm choosing to do this on a “make me an offer” model because of time and energy constraints that going into running it in a traditional auction style. Right now I need to desperately preserve every spare ounce of energy I have.
I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m asking for a fair chance to keep my promise to my father—to protect and share teachings never written in any book, and to bring them to the world from a place of health and stability. I know that 99% of my worldwide family stands for the light, but it only takes 1% with resources and influence to silence someone whose net worth is in the double digits.
If you’ve ever learned from me, or know the real me, I ask you to help me now—whether by purchasing a piece of memorabilia, spreading the word, or making sure I can continue teaching without the constant fear of losing my foundation.
When the bills are no longer crushing me, I can finally reveal the classes and visions I’ve been building for four years and honor the lineage that still guides my every step. If you have any questions, my door is always open contact me so we can talk. I'm also willing to offer the entirety of the collection, as collateral for a small business loan, to give me the rest. I so desperately need so that I can continue to create the best programs possible all well traveling around and rolling turtle bringing the Skillz to you a journey I hope to set out before the brutality of high desert winter sets in.
Thank you for hearing my plea, knowing that the sale of just one of these books could potentially provide the resources I need to cover all the expenses I mentioned above the sale of two of them will provide that plus savings and the ability to replace the camera body that I've been missing so much, most importantly, build a life. I've been toiling at for four years, but with every brick i place, 2 are taken.
Peace, love, joy, and purpose to you all,
T3
