The Wheel in the Sky Keeps Turning.
Greetings, Fellow Trackolytes and Nomadic Souls
Time is a strange current — rushing past like a river in flood, yet pressing upon us with the weight of mountains. In just a few days, on the 3rd, I will turn 47. And as I stand on the edge of that milestone, I look back on a year that tested every fiber of my being.
This has been a season of dismantling and reshaping.
I lost people I once trusted , not through death, but through the quiet violence of betrayal. I packed my life into bags and bins more times than I can count, drifting from place to place, searching not for comfort, but for truth and stability. There were weeks when hunger was not metaphorical; when I ate, on average, just 4.6 days a week — because vision demanded sacrifice and I chose to keep building rather than surrender.
In the cracks between exhaustion and hope, doubt crept in.
Doubt in myself.
Doubt in the teachings I’ve carried and offered freely.
Doubt in the mission that has shaped my life since childhood.
And yet — here I am. Still standing, still walking, still believing.
That is the price of purpose. And it is power.
Unstable. Relentless. Transformative.
And even in the hardship, I carry gratitude , not as a slogan, but as a survival skill, a compass point, a quiet fire that refuses to extinguish.
If this year has taught me anything, it’s this:
Resilience is not the absence of struggle — it is the choice to rise inside of it.
And rise we will.
T3’s Rule Number 1 of photography? ALWAYS carry your gear
But I’m still here. Still standing. Still believing.
And for that resilience, for the strength to keep going, thank my father. He gave me the tools to survive the wild, and it turns out the human world is just another wilderness.
A Nomad’s Realization
Last year, on my birthday, I thought I had found a home. Instead, I discovered something deeper:
Home isnt just a place, but a purpose, and the people who stand by you when everything falls apart.
Driving 7,000 miles only to feel like a stranger in the place I once belonged hurt deeply , especially returning to honor my father. For some, it was a celebration. For me, it reopened a wound I thought was healing.
But with that pain came clarity. I shed the anger. I let go of most of the grief. And I accepted who I am. I am my father son, but with the ability to draw upon 3 lifetimes of experiences. as the next epic (PLEASE) years progress
I will grown into one of the most storied and educated teachers there is.
Someone carved by experience, not broken by it.
The pattern. The place of Oneness. Look and you will see!
Belief Comes With a Cost
Following my heart and vision meant losing things I loved, including the camera my father gifted me shortly before he passed. His last note challenged me to show the world how I see, and bring people back to the Earth.
Selling that camera to keep my car, my home, was one of the most painful decisions I’ve ever made. But I did it to keep teaching. To stay in motion. To live one more day in service of this path.
That camera body wasn’just gear ,it was a lifeline and a promise. I will replace it, and when I do, it will mark a new chapter. This is something I am asking someone who knows you know discussion about purchasing a new camer body for me and ill pay you back monthly or teach you a very epic 2-week private class. If you are interested it potentially heling me contact me
Finding Hope in Wisconsin
Somehow, a misdialed call led me to Wisconsin, to warmth, friendship, and nourishing meals when I needed them most. I'm not kidding, Siri miss-dialed the wrong person, and upon sharing my story of the last five years he wept and told me to come here.
I thought to myself last year I moved on my birthday and it led to the worst year of my life, so things can only go UP from here!
They have a beautiful property. Such a wonderful family and my friend Zack is a master of what he does is a prime example of how my father's teachings can affect all areas , and can be applied to any lifestyle or career, the universe cracked open a door. Now I’m ready.
Ready to serve, teach, and rebuild.Ready to begin again.
I will be offering two online classes at a time , morning for Europe, evening for the States , so I can deliver the quality every student deserves. Classes Will be two hours sessions. two weeks apart , unless extra homework time is needed!
Gratitude and Forward Motion
To everyone who stayed by me, thank you.
To those waiting for the new classes, your patience will be rewarded.
And to those who believe in what my father and I stood for ,the work continues.
I had a beautiful meeting with some folks who run an organization in Madison Wisconsin yesterday about collaboration, and opportunities are rising from places I never expected.
I am in the heart of the country.
I am on the road again.
I am alive, grateful, and ready.
And yes, rumors are true, a winter survival class with Les Primitifs may be coming. to Wisconsin!
Thank You For seeing me.
For believing in me.
For walking this strange, sacred path with me.
The struggle was real, and so is the rebirth.
P.S my business has stuttered started and stopped five times now, some of it was due to my mistakes, and other times it was due to people activly spreading lies and rumors about me, people with FAR more resources and people, activly trying to earease me from a history I helped bring into this world. I chose to believe in people who were not being open and honest with me. I accept full responsibility for all of it and we'll make it right as I continue to grow both mentally, and physically heal from what has been an insanely rough period of my life. If it weren't for 40 years of chronic Lyme disease, I'm sure my body would've handled it better, but there are good days, and bad days.
I'm so exhausted. I can barely move but every day I fight the pain and struggle to get out of the tent and make the world a better place.
Join me!
My Dad being my hero.
Rebuilding, Reimagining, and Reclaiming the Pure Vision
I recently took a business test online to see how many employees my vision would need. The answer: two full-time and one part-time. I nearly laughed out loud.
But laughter aside, it reminded me that I can’t do this alone. After four years of mistakes, betrayals, and lessons in both business and human nature, I’m finally ready to build again, smarter, stronger, and truer. I need help in just about all areas I'm willing to do things like give a percentage of revenue to you if you get a class of people together when they want to learn something, or help me connect with other organizations that want to help me bring the teachings to a new generation in the new era.
I need help spreading the message about my podcast, my journey, because one day it is gonna make one heck of a dark comedy.
Part of that rebuilding is my new project: The Digi-Natural Nomad Podcast, now live on every major platform. However, if you want to see the video version, you have to watch it on YouTube. The first official episodes started with an interview with
Joe Lau from Phyre dojo
I also got to sit down with Mr. Victor Wooten when he came through Montana on tour a few months back. Victor has been one of my greatest mentors these last few years and it's always an honor to spend time with him.
My first public classes under the “Pay What You Will” model are about to launch. I will talk more about them during the Livestream tomorrow night. I’ll start slow , revisiting and expanding my original webinars. Every month, I’ll teach a new specialty class, starting with The Diamond of Oneness, a teaching unlocked through my father’s unpublished writings. It’s a synthesis of wide-angle vision, natural movement, and deep awareness, a method that fast-tracks your learning curve in profound ways.
A Promise and a Purpose
I won’t lie, I’ve been tempted to give up. With my résumé, I could’ve walked away, taken a six-figure conservation job, and lived comfortably. But I made a promise, to my father, to myself, and to all of you.
Behind me, I can feel the line of those who came before, ancestors, teachers, loved ones, each with a hand on the shoulder of the one ahead. My father stands directly behind me, whispering, “A little longer, son. Your time is now.”
So here I go, I will spend this winter, rebuilding my physical body and my website, well also teaching online, and if you're close enough to southern Wisconsin, maybe even here or in your backyard! I plan on attending Wintercount this year, which is the largest ancestral skills gathering for the first time.
Open road ahead, open heart within.
If you’ve been touched by my father’s teachings, or if nature has shaped your life in some way, reach out. Let’s record your story. Let’s preserve what’s wild in the land and in ourselves. I'm seeking out people who my father and his teachings changed in a irrevocable ways, allowing them to integrate the change into their daily and work life and be that much happier for it. Such as the place that I am currently staying..
Speaking of that, they give a great big thank you to Zack from Foxwalk Sawmill for opening his land to me for the winter to rebuild my body, and my spirit. There aren't enough words to describe how grateful I am to Zack and his family. For opening their land to me.
If you are interested in setting up an online session to talk about private mentoring either online or in person click here. Thank you all so much for your love and support.
Peace, love, joy, and purpose beyond self
T3
