Purusha: Path of Light pt.1

“I am silence. Silence is all there is… Silence contains dynamism. The cyclic relationship between silence and dynamism where both are one, this is Samhita.” – Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

Even with my art career starting to blossom, and reconnecting with a great friend who was gracious enough for me to move my art studio into his home, things were not going as smoothly as I’d hoped. I’d lost sight of my goals, my passion was expressed mostly in sex, and my finances were shaky at best. Despite being deeply in love with a young woman, and making art every day, I wasn’t fulfilled. I eventually realized that my spiritual cord had been somehow unplugged, and only by reconnecting to this would I become revitalized and gain my mojo back.

Two days later, a good friend of mine invited me to join him for 10 days of meditation, and total immersion into myself in the foothills of West Virginia. Organized by the ELI (Enlightened Leadership International,) this would be a taste of the Purusha program. To me, Purusha was associated by a group of elderly white-haired men who dedicated themselves to a very reclusive, celibate (or at least single) lifestyle. Daily practices include studying the Vedic Literature, longer meditations, and eating rice and dahl every day…. Not something I previously had any interest in.

However, when MarQ asked me if I wanted to experience this, I found a quiet, subtle voice that spoke to me in a whisper of confidence and clarity. I found myself saying “Let’s do it.”

If I had known then that my ears would be ringing with a roar of silence, and my heart would be purified by the depth of an inner ocean I would’ve tried Purusha much sooner.

“Intention is a tremendously powerful unifying force. Co-existing with the absolute force of diversity, the organizing power of the Veda is found at the gap.” – Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

Now I am no stranger to spiritual experiences. My parents are both TM teachers, and I have been meditating and practicing Yoga since I was 10. I have been fortunate enough to even have a basic understanding of complex cosmic concepts such as Ahimsa, Karma (and Karma Yoga,) Gyana Yoga and Kayakalpa (the art of body transformation, yoga set and secret to immortality.) I’ve always resonated with Hindu philosophy. Reincarnation, nature as sacred, all gods and religions are facets of god’s brilliance, and can lead to total realization (as long as you don’t try to impose your beliefs onto somebody else.)

Kaya Kalpa was a ninety day process performed during an isolated retreat to elicit intense bodily purification and deeply nourishing rejuvenation.

Kayakalpa pranayama

I can honestly say that these 12 days on Purusha has been a rekindling on an profound level, and propelled me into states of mature love, strength and self acceptance.

Once I made the decision to attend the course 2 days prior to the date, I had to make some smart decisions. If I were to finish my art projects, make peace with my relationship, move into a new studio and get a scholarship I’d need all the support of nature I could get. After knocking out the artwork, a flurry of e-mails, moving all my possessions into my friends cozy geode-embedded house, packing my travel gear, some rapid conscious communication with my partner, I was finally ready.

After loading up the trusty 2001 blue Honda Odyssey mini van with bags and wholesome vegan road food, I was feeling ready for anything. After all I’d be heading off to the woods of West Virginia, and spending the next 14 days together with my guy friends. Imagining myself reconnecting with my core, my love for nature, and my spiritual path, I had the thought, “I’ll be a different person coming home.” (If I came home of course.) and the idea made me feel even more alive.20170727_153842

On the road trip, I kept mostly quiet, content to read my books (the secret life of plants, and creative confidence.) We stopped as often as we needed relief, and to rally inside the plethora of gas stations, to marvel at the absurdly artificial apothecary of America, and stretch our legs so my crew could stay limber. I was glad to have packed my healthy vegan snacks, sprouted crackers from Alura Anderson, homemade hummus and fruits.

Hummus & Crackers

After many hours, a sleepless night at a Motel 8, I was feeling pretty run down. I had forgotten my tongue scraper, and could feel the buildup of plaque on my tongue. But we pressed on with a promise of deeper rest, and expanded awareness in our hearts.

Once we reached the mountain range, I perked up. I could feel as though the mountain watched me as we entered it’s habitat. It was a wild, wonderful feeling I’d not felt in years… It felt like we were entering some long-forgotten oasis. A place where wild things still roamed, and ancient energies made themselves visible at dawn and dusk.

Mountain roads

When we finally arrived at the Purusha Headquarters, we were greeted by the all-familiar white buildings, with gold Kalash standing like a cosmic satellite dish aimed at the sky. The backdrop of emerald green hills left me speechless. I felt this was a place  from another age. Created for some kind of royalty. And sure enough as we entered the compound, we were greeted by a few golf carts piloted by casually dressed men with snow-white hair, baseball caps, and flip flops. They might’ve been mistaken for groundskeepers, but I knew better than to judge based on appearances…

Next time: Purusha: Path of Light pt.2 – Power of the Group and Gap!

“Make your relationship with dynamism as intense as it is with silence.” – Maharishi Mahesh Yogi



Journey East pt. 2

Travelogue pt. 2

As a child I was  deeply claustrophobic. My family took many car trips every year, but we’d always take advantage of the many rest stops along the way. Airplane trips were even less desirable. Being shoulder to shoulder with someone I never met, and who I knew I’d eventually have to make conversation with wasn’t my idea of a good time. I was that kid who avoided most dances gatherings, and preferred to be alone (even hugging was an issue for me.)

Once I got more into meditation, my claustrophobia vanished. After I’d sink into my mantra, a profound sense of expansion would overcome me. I’d giggle at how small all my issues seemed, and I would forget that I ever despised cramped spaces. I started going to more social events, and even got back into hugging.

The flight was more than equipped for our 13+ hours of airborne travel. As the engines whirred on, I could feel the power surging around me, as if to say “You’re going to be here a while, so might as well enjoy it.”

The stewardess brought us our vegan meals with the a piece of fruit and raw kale salad.  I don’t care much for airplane food, so I opted to fast, and passed my prepackaged plane fare over to Teddy & Felipe.

After about four hours I wandered towards the back of the plane to stretch my legs. Two airline attendants were gabbing, one was cutting a baked potato with a plastic fork and knife.

After we landed at the Beijing Airport, and rounded up our bags at the carousel we went to meet up with Liya, Jennifer’s mom. Liya is an acclaimed author, public speaker, financial consultant, and creator of the WealthLand Game (among many other innovative projects.)

At the airport, I could almost see my face in the polished pink marble floors. Massively arched ceilings with steel girders loomed overhead, and LED screens displayed the latest & greatest Chinese products. This was a marvelous piece of architecture, and I wondered how many workers there were to keep this place clean.

Despite Beijing being the wonderfully modern city it was, we definitely got more looks than the average 老外 lǎowài (foreigner.) And who can blame them, when our crew looks this fine?

beijing-airport-crew-1At the Collab we encourage cultural diversity, collaboration, next-gen educational models and offer progressive trends in spirituality & sustainability.

Last time I was in Beijing it was 2008. I remember the streets were mostly dirt roads. Piles of steaming garbage were everywhere, and the air always smelled like burning plastic. Since then a LOT has changed.

When we got to our hotel, the room, floor and was super clean, modern and I could see how much progress had been implemented in Beijing. Thousands of skyscrapers pierced the heavens, all monoliths of shiny glass, concrete and steel. I now knew why the “Wo Ai Beijing,” song is so popular.

guang-yao-cThough I had meditated for 6 hours, I felt the draw of Jet Lag weighing me down. For our first Beijing meeting, we began planning our PPT for a major meeting with our Chinese peers about development of an Eco Village.

During our meeting there was definitely some friction. We had been experimenting with Flat Management since the Collab’s inception, but it can be challenging when people can’t come to an agreement. Especially for us spiritually minded folk. When unresolved patterns enter the mix, emotions can escalate and we can get distracted from the matter at hand.

My being a pacifist, I’ve suggested conscious communication in the past. I tend to go silent if there is a heated debate. Maybe it’s all the Yoga I’ve done, or maybe I’m scared to voice my opinion, but as our meeting became more heated, I found myself pulling back, and shutting down.


I wanted to find as many strategies to prevent us from burning out. I opted to start implementing Conscious Communication, Yes Sessions (inspired by one of Pixar’s innovative idea-generating methods) breathing techniques, and make sure we stayed on our meditation game.

After our first draft was ready for the Eastern Eco Village presentation (along with our brand new Logo,) . 2016 was the year of the Fire Monkey, and it was rapidly coming to a head. It was one of the busiest and best years of my life, but as we sat down to clear the air and meditate, I made a silent promise to make sure none of my team would burn out.

Journey to the East

China. The Middle Kingdom. Zhongguo (中國/中国.) A land of 1.3 billion people. One of the oldest nations on the planet. ‘China’ possibly comes from the Sanskrit word ‘Chinasthana’ (the country East of India.) Or from the Qin (‘Chin’) kingdom. Either way the name has been around for thousands of years, long before the First Qin Emperor (259 – 210 BCE) unified China.


It’s been 10 years since I’ve been in the Middle Kingdom, and I’m sure what to expect. My last trip was deeply humbling. Back then most of the time I was travelling alone, and although I stayed at hostels, ate street food, and bought little, I felt I didn’t really to get see what China had to offer.

I was younger than. My entertainment was wandering through parks and public areas, watching elder women do Tai Chi in the tiny patches of grass at 4:30am. Hanging with the calligraphy master who painted detailed characters with a water brush on the pavement, which evaporated as the sun rose over the dusty Beijing streets. I always took that strange-looking alley, or wandered into the noodle shop that appeared to be in the back of someone’s ramshackle home. I also kept a sketchbook, and camera handy.

Between trying to learn enough Mandarin phrases to order vegetarian food, doing sword Tai Chi in the parks in Shanghai, wandering the choked dusty, bustling streets of Beijing, teaching Art History to a class of 75 students (many who barely spoke English,) and meeting renowned calligraphy artists in HangZhou, and taking hundreds of photos along the way it was a great tour of what a developing country could be. As I drew and documented my trip, I began to feel lonely. So much so that at one point I completely cut myself off from everyone back home. I wound up getting Shanghai’d (literally stranded in a seedy town, where I ran out of money and lost my more expensive possessions, including my camera.) But I learned at that time to trust in nature, and once I made it back home, I decided my relationships were far more valuable than I’d accepted.

I had no idea what my return to china would look like. But one thing was for certain, I know this time it will be amazing. This time I have good friends. This time I have a team who has my back.


Meet the team. From the left is Jennifer Kumer, Hong Kong native-millennial-vegan-chef-designer-founder and my girlfriend. Then myself. Next is MarQ Chavez, Entrepreneurial-visionary-hippie-traveler and yogic scientist. Then finally is the jewelry-making-songstress-tarot-reading-love-advocate, Jenny Sammons. Together we form the WealthLand Collab. We share a vision of empowering like-minded individuals to engage, collaborate, and assist one another in achieving fulfillment in all business, leisure, and spiritual aspects of life.

Now I’m the not type to make promises, but I did promised that on this trip, I would support my team as best I can. If I get overwhelmed, I can always blog about it here, where at least my thoughts will be free from my skull.

So after saying goodbye to our humble home base, we crammed our 50lbs suitcases, extra warm clothes, and plenty of dried fruit (score +1 costco abundance) for gifts to our Chinese allies, and hit the road.


Burlington Regional Airport is in arguably the best and cheapest way to get to Chicago from Fairfield, IA. The airline employees are efficient, accomadating, and never seem to put up a fuss for all the weirdness that us holistic life practicioners put them through (ever try to bring Ghee on a plane? Don’t.)

This time was no different as the flight security officers were fascinated by our faraway destination. The tone became serious once they saw the 12 large suitcases waiting to be weighed. After doing some yoga (triangle poses + yoga squats,) I rejoined the crew, and was ready to board. We walked towards the little airline on the runway, and I had a feeling that we were a band getting ready for an international tour.


The flight was smooth as silk. We all got some good meditation in, and kept mostly to ourselves for the duration of the trip. To me traveling is like good food, you have to really pay attention to each moment, or you won’t properly digest it. Our pilot mentioned his son was living in China, and wished us well on our epic journey. We exited the little cab of the plane onto the windswept runway of O’Hare.

O’Hare Airport. Once known as the busiest airport in the world and voted “Best Airport in North America” for 10 years running. It’s also one of the most diverse airports I’ve even been through. I often get some of my best people sketching, catching them as they catch naps, jack into their devices, or chat away with their travel companions. Plus there’s a sweet Yoga room, (located at the Mezzanine Level of the Terminal 3 Rotunda, near the Urban garden sanctuary.)

After a strange encounter with a lost Hong Kong residency card, we tried to come up with alternate solutions. Strangely the liason took the card without realizing it. So much for our free time. Luckily the security checkpoint was less eventful. With only a half hour before our flight arrived, we’d have to hustle to grab whatever foodstuffs we could find. Since I begame a vegan in 2012, I’ve found surprising amount of food options in airports. I usually go for the fruit, protein bars, or hot oatmeal (if available,) but I’ve lately been surprised by the emerging green restaraunts that support my dietary needs.


Note: Make sure to check out the Argo Tea at the Terminal 3 rotunda, and try the matcha latte with coconut milk. I highly recommend the spiced raw ginger bar thingy (So nice! So spice!)


After we were well fed, we met up with the remaining members of our crew. Teddy, our Mandarin-speaking-guitar-slinging-entertainer-extraordinaire, and Felipe Gentle, eco-philosopher, ecologist, and bandjo-weilding-musician. After breaking the ice with some introductions, we joined the extensive cue for our Beijing-bound flight. I was nervous about the extensive 13 hours sitting down, and was in no hurry to board so I led a brief Yoga class (wrist rolls + yoga hops + cross crawls) with our team.


The airline was full, but after seeing the faces of the airline attendants, and how people were already beginning to settle in, I relaxed a bit. After all we were off to a distant land, where you can taste the strangest foods, learn to speak one of the most difficult languages, smell the aroma of the pine forest, or the burning sewage of the big city, see the skyline change each day and experience 1.3 billion people living, working and playing together. I’m ready to experience a brand new China.


WL Collab Mission: To live, work and play together.

“Let us be together, let us eat together, let us be radiating truth, radiating the light of life, never shall we denounce anyone, never entertain negativity.” – The Upanishads