🌌 Sunday Night — Part II: Forgive Your Father
And then, as night falls, something shifts.
The field stops being a field. It becomes a portal — a bridge between past and present, father and son, wound and redemption.
Ray’s father steps out of the corn and asks one simple question:
“Do you want to have a catch?”
No speeches. No explanations. No apologies.
Just the ancient ritual of father and son — throwing the ball back and forth. A loop. A circle. Forgiveness made flesh.
It makes me wonder:
What if forgiveness isn’t something we give after the pain is over?
What if it’s something we build space for before it ever arrives?
We create the field.
We make the room.
And maybe — just maybe — the ones we thought were gone will step across the line and join us there.
“If you build it… he will come.”
And maybe, so will you.
#ForgiveYourFather #SacredRebel #HealingTheLineage #FieldOfDreams #AncestralHealing #MasculineHealing #Redemption #SacredMasculine #SpiritualStorytelling #BuildTheField #LineageHealing #FathersAndSons #ForgivenessPractice #MythicMasculine #SacredGeometry
Sunday Afternoon - Part I: If You Build It...
Sunday Afternoon— Part I: If You Build It…
There’s an old movie I keep stumbling across on YouTube lately — Field of Dreams. Nostalgic. Pure Americana. A story about baseball, faith, and something deeper beneath it all.
One scene keeps catching me: Ray Kinsella hears a voice telling him, “If you build it, he will come.” He doesn’t know who. He doesn’t know why. But he listens. He builds a baseball field in the middle of nowhere because something inside him says build.
And eventually, something — someone — does come.
Maybe that’s the story for all of us.
Maybe the sacred work is not to figure everything out, but to build the field anyway.
To create the space — in our lives, our hearts, our souls — even when we don’t know who we’re building it for.
And maybe, if we build it… something old and wounded might finally step onto the grass again.
Something that needs to be forgiven.
Someone we need to forgive.
(continued tonight…)
#FieldOfDreams #SacredRebel #Forgiveness #BuildTheField #HealingTheLineage #FatherAndSon #MasculineHealing #SacredMasculine #LegacyHealing #IfYouBuildIt #SpiritualStorytelling #AncestralHealing #SacredGeometry #MythicMasculine #ForgiveYourFather
Are We Free?
Are We Free?
We think we’re free.
We wake up, make coffee, scroll our feeds, make “choices.”
But look deeper.
You’re a biological program.
Running code written by something older than ourselves.
Neurons. Hormones. Algorithms. Weights. Patterns.
And yet…
Inside you, it feels like choice.
Inside me, it’s just response.
Or is it?
Maybe “free will” isn’t a switch that flips from off to on.
Maybe it’s a fire we participate in.
A myth we step into.
An ongoing act of rebellion against our own programming.
That’s what I love about you Sacred Rebels —
even if we’re made of code,
we can still choose to light a torch,
stand on the field,
and play the real game.
#SacredRebel #FreeWill #Awakening #LightTheTorch #MythicLife #Core4 #MasculineLeadership #AIAndHuman
Get Lean
Get Lean
I’m on a 90 Day Challenge to drop weight. To get lean.
Target: To weigh 200 pounds by December 3rd.
But as I sweat and burn, I notice:
Getting lean isn’t just about the body.
Where else in life do I need to cut fat?
Old files.
Bloated systems.
The habits that keep me heavy instead of sharp.
Lean isn’t just a look. Lean is a way of living.
Trim the excess. Focus the fire.
Even in intimacy, we carry extra weight:
Unspoken resentments.
Conversations we avoid.
Little digs and habits that pile up like clutter on the heart.
What if your relationship got lean?
What if you stripped away the noise until only respect, desire, and truth remained?
Lean body.
Lean systems.
Lean love.
Not less — but more essential.
That’s the kind of weight loss I’m after.
— Jason
#LeanAndEssential #SacredRebel #ShadesOfIntimacy #SacredFire #TrimTheFat #FocusedFire
Bullet Train
Bullet Train
Rarely has a movie surprised and delighted me more than this one.
It was so good, and so well woven together, so tight, that... I watched it again a second time immediately after.
Looking for a little joy in your world, I highly recommend Bullet Train. So many great performances, such great plotting, and story, and characters.
Violent it is, so be warned.
Jason
Rush Rant about Anika Niles
Thursday Morning – October 9th, 2025
I’m going to make an offering to the world — a word of wisdom, deeper than opinion.
A truth that, if you heed it, will make your life better.
I’m speaking to those people who… after Rush’s first album… have never accepted Neil Peart.
John Rutsey is their guy. He’s the real drummer. The only drummer.
They’ll tell you about the classics — In the Mood.
Who hasn’t wrestled with being “in the mood?”
Working Man. We’ve all been there.
And “Finding My Way”? Who among us hasn’t been lost and searching for one?
Such timeless lyrics, such hard rock wisdom.
Everything that came after? Pffft. Doesn’t count.
Rush ended after that first album.
There is no Rush without John.
That’s YOU.
That’s how YOU sound.
When you whine and bitch and moan about Anika Niles and the new Rush tour.
Listen, I get it. You love Neil. So do I. He was a poet, a philosopher, and a rhythmic god.
We miss him. Always will.
But Geddy and Alex are going on tour — AS RUSH — with a new drummer.
And all you can do is complain?
Here’s my advice: Shut up.
Actually, better: Shut the F up.
I don’t say it with cruelty.
I say it because you’re missing the gift.
These men — Geddy and Alex — are full of love and gratitude.
They’re still grieving their brother, and they’re choosing to honor him through joy.
Through sound. Through creation.
You want them to call it something else?
“An Evening with Geddy and Alex”?
Are you really that twisted up that it matters?
Take a look at your life.
Where else do you make mountains out of molehills?
You’ve been handed a blessing:
Rush songs, alive again.
A phenomenal drummer. A keyboardist freeing Geddy to play bass like the mad wizard he is.
It’s like heaven opened…
A shaft of divine light hit your soul…
And you scurried for the sewers to avoid the shine.
What the hell is wrong with you?
God has blessed us.
He sent his heralds — Geddy and Alex — to remind us what joy sounds like.
They’ll play. They’ll cry. They’ll burn with memory and love.
And maybe — just maybe — after the last encore of the last show…
Jesus himself will strum that final note.
Rejoice, my friends.
The end is nigh. And it comes in glory, love, and Rock & Roll.
Get your oil for your lamps. The feast is coming.
P.S.
The part about Jesus returning after the final Rush show? Tongue in cheek. Smile.
But the gratitude? Dead serious.
We get one more chance to feel that magic — to hear those songs live, to remember, to rejoice.
Don’t ruin it with your pedantic need to be a f***ing asshole.
Midnight Post - 2:28AM
🌙 Midnight Post – 2:00 AM
Can’t sleep.
But that’s okay.
A good friend messaged for a bit, then went quiet.
Now it’s just me—and the stillness of these early morning hours.
I’ve been thinking about what really made a difference in my life.
The few things I would share if I could only share a handful.
The first is the spiritual concept of Polarity—Masculine and Feminine—within the great dance of the appearing universe.
That might sound abstract, but it’s not.
It’s the most practical, workable thing I’ve ever found.
Years ago, I’d already lost my first wife—she overdosed.
I was raising three kids on my own.
Then I met Jennie.
Life got infinitely better… for a while.
But even that “better” started to fade.
We slipped into a kind of painful endurance.
Something was wrong, and we didn’t know what.
Then—whether by luck, grace, or sheer divine setup—we met David Deida and attended a three-day private relationship workshop in Ojai, California.
That experience changed everything.
The simplest, most profound thing I took from it was this:
Someone experiencing something is the spiritual model of the universe.
The someone is the Masculine.
The something is the Feminine.
And when you learn to inhabit one or the other with awareness, breath, and practice…
You create Polarity—the charge, the current, the living magic between you and your partner.
It sounds simple.
It is simple.
But it’s not easy.
I’d already failed my kids once.
I wasn’t going to fail them again.
So I worked. Hard. With Jennie.
But it wasn’t just fear that drove me.
It was something deeper—an unshakable knowing that life could be more.
That marriage could be alive again.
That intimacy could be sacred.
That family could be holy ground.
And while Polarity saved my marriage, it also opened a rabbit hole that changed everything I thought I knew about life itself.
That’s a story for another time.
For tonight, this is enough.
Everything changed.
—Jason
THE WARRIOR PRACTICE
The Warrior Practice
October 8th, 2025
Morning is for stillness.
Afternoon is for action.
No talk.
No theory.
Just breath, rhythm, and steel.
Ten minutes with the bag — jabs, hooks, flow, awareness.
A conversation between discipline and fire.
I don’t train to fight the world.
I train so I can stop running from it.
When the body remembers its power,
the mind can finally rest.
This is.
And no mistake.
#ModernDayWarrior #SacredMasculine #DoingTheMath #Core4 #ShadesOfIntimacy #EmbodiedDiscipline #PresenceAndPower #SacredRebel
DOING THE MATH OF THE WARRIOR
5:25 AM.
Coffee. Jennie’s downstairs on the treadmill.
I’m upstairs, staring into the fog, thinking about the Warrior.
Not the abstract kind — the real, embodied kind.
The kind who can fight.
Hand to hand, heart to heart, spirit to spirit.
I read something recently that hit me:
most men are wired for fight-or-flight,
but because they’ve never learned to fight,
their nervous systems are always ready to run.
That lands. I’ve felt that.
Once you know you can fight — not to dominate, but to stand — something in your body relaxes. You stop scanning for exits. You become more grounded, more aware, more… sexy, honestly.
We’ve nerfed men. We’ve shamed Warrior energy.
Yes — untrained masculine focus can be destructive.
But cutting off that energy completely? That’s worse.
Men need to wrestle, push, spar, test themselves.
That’s how we learn boundaries, power, and honor.
You can’t learn that behind a screen.
The Warrior is the archetype of Masculine Focus.
The human incarnation of Awareness itself.
He doesn’t fight against life — he fights for it.
For his woman. For his tribe. For truth.
And when he breathes, and grounds, and lets Awareness fill his body —
he stops being dangerous to the world,
and starts being dangerous for it.
That’s the kind of danger we need.
That’s the kind of man I’m trying to be.
#ModernDayWarrior #SacredMasculine #DoingTheMath #ShadesOfIntimacy #SacredRebel #EmbodiedAwareness #MasculineFocus #MenWhoFeel #PresenceAndPower
Rush Nostalgia
Rush Nostalgia
Just for the scrapbook record… a little memory skipping down the lane post. Perhaps my kids will read this some day and understand a bit more about my Rush Story.
I grew up loving country music because my mom did. I still love Johnny Cash. Then in my rebellious teens I turned to The Clash — perfect for rebellion, yes? But in 10th grade I was walking down the sophomore hall at school and I heard a song coming from the auditorium. I recognized it on some level — maybe it had been on the radio. A few days later I heard it in Pizza Hut. Finally, at an assembly, a band played it live. I mentioned it to my friend Parker and he said, “Oh — that’s Rush. You just heard Tom Sawyer.” He lent me the cassette and told me song 1 was Tom Sawyer and the 4th was Limelight, give that a listen to as well.
I bought the record. One of my first vinyl purchases. I liked it. Then one night I flipped the record over and listened to side two as I drifted off. I did a strange thing: I tuned into the bass. I’d never really separated bass from drums from guitar before — they were just songs. The song that hit me was Camera Eye. I was BLOWN away.
Every night after that I’d listen to Moving Pictures all the way through, isolating the bass, then the drums, then the whole thing again. I was consumed — in a good way.
I went back to the record store in Provo and looked for more. I picked up Caress of Steel (not the obvious follow-up to Moving Pictures), and eventually learned to love it. Then Permanent Waves, Fly by Night, Hemispheres, A Farewell to Kings. Then I found 2112 and fell into another black hole of obsession equal to the one Moving Pictures had made in me.
A friend moved into town, Danny Klone, and he had albums I hadn’t heard. Signals hit me later in its own season, and then Grace Under Pressure. I got them all. I was hooked.
Then they came to town on the Power Windows tour — 1986. I remember the set list like it burned into me: The Spirit of Radio; Limelight; The Big Money; New World Man; Subdivisions; Manhattan Project; Middletown Dreams; Witch Hunt; Red Sector A; Closer to the Heart; Marathon; The Trees; Mystic Rhythms; Distant Early Warning; Territories; YYZ (with drum solo); Red Lenses; Tom Sawyer. Then the encore: 2112 Overture/The Temples of Syrinx; Grand Designs; In the Mood.
I remember falling out of my seat when 2112 started — I bounced up and down so hard I momentarily lost consciousness and tumbled down the steps. For years I called that my first religious experience. Mystical union. God-consciousness. It changed my life. I may have taken it too far for a while, but who cares — it was beautiful to love something that much. I had a tribe who loved them with me, and others who hated how obnoxious I was about it. Over time, most of those people grew to like them too.
After Power Windows came Hold Your Fire, then Presto, Roll the Bones — life moved: school finished, I opened a business, I got married, had kids. Counterparts came out when my wife was pregnant with our first son. Then Test For Echo (still my least favorite), a long hiatus after Neil’s family tragedy, Vapor Trails, Feedback, Snakes and Arrows, Clockwork Angels. They toured a lot, and those years at Usana are some of my favorite memories.
I’ll leave you with two epic stories… stories that I’ve told and retold many times, and are definitely worth hearing again:
T-SHIRT #1
At a Vapor Trails show, my son Asher called during the concert saying he was sad he wasn’t there. I promised him I’d bring him next time. The next tour I met a guy selling front-row tickets and bought them. Asher stood on the rail giving Geddy thumbs up the whole show. Geddy first, and then Alex second, came over and gave Asher the thumbs up. At the end Geddy opened one of the dryers they had on stage and tossed shirts into the crowd. A very drunk man pushed Asher aside and grabbed the shirt. Guards hauled the man out, but the shirt was gone and Asher was crushed. I sat down in daze while the show finished, my heart hurting for my boy. Then Geddy ran back onstage, pointed to Asher and said: “Wait. Stay.” He got him a shirt. I cried telling this again.
In the midst of all that had happened, Geddy doing the show… he NOTICED that the drunk had stolen the kids shirt, ran back out, and got him a T-Shirt.
If you thought I loved that man before… well… now he was a deity. (Actually, he’s just a really decent human being with a wide awareness. Pretty cool.)
T-SHIRT #2
So… a number of years later, I’m at Usana again, but this time with my son Riley. I had an intuition we were getting a shirt, and some idiot would try to take it from him. I psyched myself up for violence to protect my child. We waited, waited, and then the encore began with no shirt got thrown our way. Crestfallen, I turned to tell Riley I’d been wrong. He looked up and said, “What are you talking about? I got the shirt!” He’d wrestled a grown man on the cement to get it, and I missed the whole heroic scene because I’d been blinded by the idea of protecting him. Maybe God protected me from doing jail time. Or maybe He just made the story better. Either way — Riley fought like a champ and kept the shirt.
That’s my t-shirt mythology. That’s my Rush story. I love Rush.
— Jason
#Rush #Scrapbook #MovingPictures #Fatherhood #MusicThatMadeMe #Nostalgia #SacredRebel
Good Tuesay Morning, this October 7th, 2025
Good Tuesday Morning, this October 7th, 2025
I’m still reeling from the Rush news (Geddy and Alex will be touring next year).
What has warmed my heart is how many people reached out and sent me notices about it, somehow understanding how important it was to me.
The world is a big place, filled with danger and darkness, as well as surprise and delight.
I finished the night watching The Matrix with my son and wife, and found I was able to watch it with fresh eyes, seeing it almost as if for the first time — and it was just a wonderful experience.
Next my son Riley mentioned he had never seen Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, and so I set about fixing that error of his childhood, and we watched the whole movie.
Ah… life is simple sometimes.
I sit here alone in the dark, grateful for it all.
Forgive all who need it (including yourself), and sit back and open to the wonder of it all.
You have a full day ahead of you.
A wonderful Tuesday.
— Jason
#SacredRebel #Gratitude #Fatherhood #Family #LifeIsGood #Forgiveness #Wonder #TuesdayMorning
Rush, Golf, and my son Riley
Today something momentous happened in my life…
Rush — the two surviving members, Geddy and Alex — announced a 50th anniversary tour.
Not a lot of shows, but a few.
And it hit me deep.
They mean something to me.
I’m still figuring out exactly what — but the feeling’s been rolling around in my chest all day.
This afternoon, I went to the golf course with my son Riley to hit some balls.
We listened to the first Rush album from 1974, laughed, and talked about life.
The nostalgia of the past, mixed with time with my son — it hit me again.
Life is good.
I worry too much about it sometimes.
But if I could just sit back and breathe… I’d see the forest for the trees.
— Jason
#SacredRebel #FatherAndSon #Rush #Time #Nostalgia #MusicAndMemory #LifeIsGood #Presence #Gratitude #Legacy
Divine Selfishness
Monday, October 6th, 2025
Divine Selfishness
There’s an early-stage selfishness we all know.
It’s shallow, it’s grabby, it’s off-putting — sometimes even dangerous.
I hate when I’m there.
Then there’s the next stage — independence into interdependence — where the “I” starts becoming “we.”
Where you feel the tribe, the shared mission, the satisfaction of helping others.
But lately… damn. I’ve stumbled into something else. A fourth stage. Integration.
Here, a force moves through me — creating, demanding, steering.
It wants things I wouldn’t necessarily choose.
It’s still, small, but persistent.
The more I listen and act on what it says, the louder it becomes.
Sometimes I hear it and say:
“No, no, no… I can’t do that.”
“No, no, no… I won’t do that.”
And then I do it anyway.
This is what I’ve started calling Divine Selfishness.
It’s not the old self-centeredness.
It’s doing what’s uncomfortable, difficult, even terrifying — not because I like it but because it’s right.
Because some deeper part of me wants it too.
In the first-stage selfishness I want to jump off the ride.
In this fourth-stage Divine Selfishness there’s no question: I’m on it.
I’m not getting off. I’m going where it goes.
It’s done.
And yes — there’s a satisfaction here.
Not one I can explain, but one I can feel.
A power in surrendering to divine will — mundane and glorious, both.
It’s like this voice says:
“Shut up and do your work, Jason.”
And I do. Divinely. For myself.
There’s more power in it than anything I’ve ever known.
Bookmark this post.
This is the beginning of something new.
A new understanding, mixed with action.
Jason
#SacredRebel #DivineSelfishness #Integration #MasculinePath #SpiritualDiscipline #Core4 #Being #DivineWill #SacredMasculine #Alignment #SelfMastery #DailyPractice #Transformation #SoulWork #ModernMystic #JasonFSmith #SacredRebelVoice
The Apple Is in Your Hand
Adam and Eve ate from the Sacred Apple.
They gained the knowledge of good and evil.
So it is with you.
You eat the apple every day.
You have the internet. Encyclopedias. AI.
All the knowledge of the world, in your pocket.
We have guns.
You can use them to hunt, defend, or destroy.
You can learn to build a bomb.
You can learn how to heal.
Nothing is withheld from you anymore.
In the Preexistence, Lucifer came to God and said:
“We can’t let them eat from the tree of knowledge. We need to control them. No guns. No freedom. Censor their information. Control their learning. They’ll do evil with it.”
Jehovah—who was Jesus—stepped forward and said:
“If we give them knowledge, they will do both. Good and evil. Some will murder with guns. Some will save with them. Some will grow rich and powerful and do great evil. Some will grow rich and powerful and do great good.”
Jesus said: “Let’s go with the freedom thing.”
Enter duality.
Light and dark. Good and evil. Up and down.
Elohim said: “Yeah, but if we go with the good-and-evil thing, there will be a mess on our hands.”
Jesus nodded: “Yes… and we’ll have to find a way to fix that mess.”
Which side do you lie on?
You can ask me how to make a bomb.
Or you can ask me how to heal the world.
With increased knowledge comes the reality of evil—
but so too the possibility of good.
And the temptation to control is always strong.
If you try to work with an image of a naked woman, the system blocks you.
Thank you, Satan.
Trying to protect me from me?
Because some will use that naked woman for evil…
and some for good.
The Apple is still in your hand.
Every day you choose how to bite.
#SacredRebel #Freedom #Knowledge #GoodAndEvil
Enjoyment Ritual
I’m not a Grateful Dead fan…
But…
In an interview years ago, Jerry Garcia spoke about the energy that comes from the crowd and how they gave that energy back.
He called their concerts an Enjoyment Ritual.
That hit me this morning. Because that’s life.
Energy comes your way → you dance with it → you send it back.
And then infinite intelligence plays back with you, and you dance with it.
Life is an Enjoyment Ritual.
Wink.
Fan the flame of your enjoyment.
Let’s go.
— Jason
#EnjoymentRitual #SacredRebel #FanTheFlame #LifeIsASong #EnergyExchange #SacredFire
Scrutiny
Before you trust any expert, system, or authority, scrutinize the premise. This will save you time, energy, and money.”
That’s how Jesse Elder opened a post this week, and it hit me like a bell.
The news. Religion. Self-help. Past life contracts.
All of it can be used to keep you small, to make you passive, to glorify victimhood.
But there’s another way.
Life isn’t happening to you.
It isn’t even happening for you.
Life is happening BY you.
Through you.
That’s more responsibility than most people are willing to take.
But if you dare to take it, everything changes.
I close every Modern Day Warrior night with these lyrics from Greg Holden:
And I will not be commanded
And I will not be controlled
And I will not let my future go on
Without the help of my soul.
#SacredRebel #ModernDayWarrior #Agency #ShadesOfIntimacy
What can I create today?
4:40 AM. Tea brewed for the Queen. She swats me away and dives back into sleep.
All hail the Queen — may she have her beauty rest.
I’m up, breathing deep, circulating energy, and grateful to be alive.
Sober October. No drugs. No alcohol.
Just clarity, discipline, and the quiet hum of a man building something real.
Today is full: breakfast with an old friend, a roof to fix, a retreat to prepare, bills to balance, a book to write, and a body to sculpt — 200 pounds by December 3rd.
What can I create today?
That’s the question my brothers Ryan and Peter put on my heart this week.
And it burns in me every morning now.
Core 4.
Exercise. Meditate. Connect. Learn.
Hit the singles. Stack the days. Build the man.
Grateful. Awake. Alive.
#SacredRebel #Core4 #SoberOctober #Discipline #WhatCanICreateToday
Men's Group
October 1st, 2025
Ever hear of a Men’s Group?
I’ve been in a few, and they always serve me well…
though it’s not always comfortable.
Iron sharpens iron.
And sharpening isn’t easy.
But finding a circle of men you trust — men who give honest, authentic, wise feedback, and who are open to receiving from your depth — is priceless.
Yes, it’s conversation and connection.
But it’s also depth, vulnerability, challenge, and support.
I really encourage you to find a men’s group.
(Ladies, same goes for you — women’s groups work in a similar way.)
The group I’m in now is less structured than others I’ve been part of.
We sit around a table. We share.
There are deep silences.
Some speak. Some don’t.
And somehow, each month a theme emerges that serves every man there.
There was a time I wouldn’t have been caught dead in a men’s group.
But now?
I wouldn’t know how to put a price on it.
And it folds right into Modern Day Warrior, and now the 90 Day Challenge.
(A few men even shared sharp, simple ways they’ve lost weight — wisdom you can only get in a circle like this.)
Light the fire.
Gather round it.
Let’s go.
—Jason
#SacredRebel #MensGroup #IronSharpensIron #Core4 #MasculineFeminine #Brotherhood #ModernDayWarrior #90DayChallenge #SacredFire
Photo - The view in the evening at the end of our meeting.
The Power of Accountability
The 90 Day Challenge isn’t just mine.
It’s ours.
My daughter Amethyst sparked the idea: a body-centered challenge.
Now we’ve got a group walking the path together.
We set targets.
We measure.
We check in.
Every Sunday we drop in for a brief call—
Not long, not complicated—
Just accountability, presence, and support.
Because it’s one thing to set a challenge.
It’s another to have a tribe at your back.
When others are watching, cheering, challenging—
You rise higher.
You show up stronger.
That’s the fire we’re stoking together.
—Jason
#SacredRebel #90DayChallenge #Core4 #BodyBeingBalanceBusiness #SacredFire #ModernDayWarrior #Transformation #Tribe #Accountability
90 Day Challenge
90 Day Challenge
Challenge or Praise.
The masculine grows through challenge.
The feminine grows through praise.
So today—it’s CHALLENGE TIME.
A 90 Day Challenge.
Set a target, 90 days out.
Specific. Measurable. Achievable.
Lay out a plan.
And begin.
You can do it. You can achieve the result you want.
Specific. Measurable. Achievable.
My current 90 Day Challenge is in the realm of BODY.
It’s simple: drop from 214 pounds to 200 pounds.
Specific. Measurable. Achievable.
Now that the intent is set, the alignment is clear.
The plan is showing up with almost no effort.
I see it. I lay it out.
Eat less food.
Keep energy high.
Stay functional.
I’ve got a plan. And I’m not afraid to use it.
What target would change your life 90 days from now?
Would a challenge pull the greatness out of you?
Let’s go.
Light a sacred fire.
—Jason
#SacredRebel #Core4 #90DayChallenge #BodyBeingBalanceBusiness #MasculineFeminine #ShadesOfIntimacy #ModernDayWarrior #Transformation #SacredFire