Toronto was a multidimensional ride; I downloaded an enormous script, almost too much to integrate for one man. I just finished a year of training as a medicine man, light worker and healer. At this time, in 2007, I was studying in Yorkville and living on the lakeshore in tip-top lofts. Most of my day was spent integrating celestial visitations near a local ballet centre close to my residence. I was drawn to the dancing; it helped ground the influx of energy I was receiving at the time. At one point, a Galactic portal above the lakeshore in Toronto opened, including contact from inter-dimensional presences. These entities manifested gifts of re-patterning my divine blueprint for embodying higher thresholds of reality. After which, a new world opened to me, including Tesla devices, quantum biofeedback technology and a woman with a magical modality that cleaned the body, mind and spirit, ushering in my angelic over soul; her name is Deborah. I met Deborah at a holistic convention named the secret show; I was new to the scene of healing and transformation. So, I stood confused, seeking answers regarding the angelic visitations and abductions I was experiencing. I came for a background in science, and my self-reflection via medical education said the divine contact I am observing was hallucinations triggered by the trauma I endured years back in my car accident. Regardless, I ventured through the exhibition where people sold supplements, spiritual items and books; Deborah sat in a chair as I entered her booth; she said, lovely to meet you again. I smiled and asked if we had met at the nightclub or one of the restaurants I owned. Deborah said no. Then I wondered, were you a customer from one of my retail stores? Again she said no. Now curious, I questioned what she was selling at the show; Deborah replied activations and healing sessions. I answered, never heard of this before; she responded and said I was guided to the secret show to help anchor a higher version of myself. Deborah pointed to a chair and asked me to sit. I did, and it arrived; the higher evolved soul entered through heart chakra activation; my chest made a popping sound, and a pink salmon colour illuminated the booth I was sitting in. Next, I observed angels walking from one dimension into my body's Aura. Although shocked, Deborah told me to breathe and let it integrate. Following, one of these spirits accompanied my higher self into the Aura to help with the integration. Its name is Uriel; the being alchemized my body because it was heavy and full of toxins, making it difficult for the new soul to move around. Finally, I awoke from a mesmeric state, and Deborah advised me to contact her next week to finish the essential steps of anchoring these energies into my energetic body.
Now that Uriel's energy was merged with my aura, the intense fasting journey commenced, and I lost 80 pounds of fat in two months. Not only did I have full access to the celestial records, but my psychic abilities also heightened, and the angelic visitations were now HD. Each angel had a unique energetic signature that I understood, like family all eager to reunite and show me the way back home. Long story short, I worked with Deborah for a year in the Yorkville location, maintained the fasting, raw vegan lifestyle, and studied various magic and healing systems. When I completed my training, I searched for a suitable place to distribute knowledge and download the angelic codes to others. Finally, I attained a beautiful heritage home on Cowell and Danforth. It had an open space to seat 80 people for workshops, three bathrooms, a full kitchen, and several treatment rooms. Next, I offered seminars and therapies to the Toronto community through an open-source platform. At one point, I became trendy, and eventually, a new entity arrived to communicate with me; its name was Metatron, who came to warn me about Lucifer. Although I considered him a brother for many years, Lucifer led me astray to find my true potential. He was a shit disturber; I never sensed evil in Lucifer, just a longing to be somebody or be recognized. Finally, Metatron revealed that I would integrate the Luciferian experience and attain freedom by 2020-2021; like a father, Metatron addressed me as his son; this entity was firm and stuck by my side everywhere I went; I love him deeply.
The Luciferian experience was in full swing; he visited me daily with directions. The first test was to give all my work and teachings away for free, a gift, and the idea of an open-source format was born. The platform was successful, booked all day, five days a week and the workshops on the weekend filled at maximum capacity. However, on the other end of the spectrum, practitioners in the city were angry. These therapists spread rumours of me being a black sheep in white robes; they even stated that I did not love myself fully because I could not receive money. Conclusively, these accusations made no sense because I remained successful, very high on the social status spectrum, and people were flying into Toronto from other countries to visit me. In addition, I was with a beautiful woman who worked alongside me and lived in a large home. Besides, I resonated with a spiritual rock star vibe that helped thousands of people through illness physically and mentally. After I completed Lucifer's 1st request of gifting my services, the following demand was boundaries. Lucifer advised me not to get a cell phone for several reasons; they were full of blood 1st of all, and second, people would call me all the time looking for guidance. So I only accepted questions and appointments via email; it worked like a charm. Next, Lucifer challenged me to wear white from head to toe. White conducts all frequency and colour spectrums to keep my aura clean and my skin healthy. I purchased white shoes, white socks, pants and shirts. I felt great and looked like a white mercenary in light. The visitations from Lucifer heightened; it was starting to become an all-day occurrence that felt like I was merging with his Aura or evolving twins. Next, Lucifer suggested I avoid pornography, advertisements with women, posters, billboards and magazines. He explained that turning the cheek on womanization kept my testosterone high and focused on what the angel commanded God's work. Then, Lucifer assigned me the following experiment: be honest with one woman to maintain my centre and preserve the organism. Also, Lucifer revealed it's a requirement not to sexualize or fall into hyper realities of New Age tantric teachings. One day I was fortunate to meet a famous Guru woman from India, a world-renowned teacher and healer; she visited my holistic center and ended up staying for two weeks. The Guru taught me about women's female anatomy, habits and addictions. Again, she educated me about the pitfalls of denoting an attractive spiritual white man. Further, the Guru conveyed that no woman can support my alpha demeanor and spiritual growth; eventually, I will go my way into celibacy and seclusion. Although my time in little bohemia, located on Coxwell and Danforth in Toronto, was genuinely epic, I understood that the Guru was correct. Eventually, my Girlfriend went her separate way, Lucifer continued to educate me, and the Metatronic council of 9 oversaw the experiment. Of course, years later, another woman eventually showed up to escort a fresh chapter and new location bigger and better than before.
Laura is a beautiful woman with a free, courageous spirit. We met at a temporary office I managed on Bloor and Christie, presenting seminars. Our relationship moved quickly; we loved each other deeply, and she supported my work. Next, I planned an extensive showcase of Geometry drawings, and the council of 9 equipped me for the 12 and a new journey with an organization termed the 144 thousand. Then, I told Laura that I needed to draw 10 to 15 pages of geometric code daily for 300, and the 144 thousand will guide me. Laura said yes, and we moved into a beautiful two-story penthouse near the Centre of Toronto square and a second location next to the beach; it was a vacation home. The Geometric illustrations took nine months, 8 hours a day to complete. Then, one day Laura suggested we venture out and seek friendship rings to symbolize our commitment to each other. We entered a location named alternative thinking on Bloor and Bathurst. It was a large store with books varied from religion, spirituality, conspiracy, health and psychedelics. I thought, wow, at least one hundred people could fit here for workshops; there was so much open space.I stepped to the counter and introduced myself, where a man and two women were standing; then, I asked to use their store for workshops. Next, I explained their space would be full of people as I have a database with over 4 thousand, and all the money would go straight to their cash register. I continued to clarify that I do not charge for my seminars; the concept is an open-source platform with no copyright. He agreed, His name is Rezo, but there was one problem we needed inventory for people to purchase, not just books. At first, Rezo desired literature only, but he felt more comfortable with my idea when he observed the successful business life I developed in retail. Deep inside, I knew Rezo was responsible, and he had a strong vision of creating a sustainable retail store. So, I presented a list of items to order, like super foods, essential oils, visionary art, crystals, and spiritual gifts. After that, Laura and I arranged our first workshop at the store with over 100 people in attendance. Also, the open source format via the workshop prompted many to spend money at Alternative thinking; the cash register was busy all weekend with new clientele, and Rezo and his family were happy.
At one point, Laura and I took a trip to Ecuador, and it was an awful experience (you can read more in the Ecuador section of the website). As a result, she had enough of Alternative Thinking and wanted to leave. Although her mother tried to purchase a home in Toronto for us to heal and recharge, I said no. I needed to stay and continue to build alternative Thinking, remain celibate, and rest from sexual relationships for two years. But, deep down inside, I knew Laura needed to go the rest of the way on her own with family. So, I lived and slept on the floor at Alternative Thinking; still, hundreds of people arrived for healing sessions, workshops, healthy foods and gifts for conscious lifestyles. I quickly became a pillar for psychedelic advice and awareness, encompassing my ethnobotanical research in Peru, Mexico and Egypt. As a result, I lost a considerable part of my customer base, an older demographic; they judged me harshly for my Psychedelic Path. But the new clientele who entered alternative Thinking were young; they came in by Bus loads, eager for information and advice. Now the council of 9 appeared more frequently and conveyed that the Luciferian experience would kick into high gear, resulting in my extensive consumption of plant medicines. However, Lucifer advised me to maintain a vegan diet because I would ingest different strains of psychedelics that stress the liver. Also, water fasts three times a week and one day dry to maintain adequate medicine assimilation, so the visions remain clear and crisp. During my detox, including colon hydrotherapy and infrared Sauna, I constructed a vast crystal kingdom with a large copper pyramid and quartz crystal singing bowls. After which, my days were spent gifting therapeutic treatments that consisted of energetic alignments and crystal transmissions.. Then we re-arranged Alternative thinking expanding the presence of art by creating led frames with fractal Images. Next, we built illuminated spacecraft geometry that hung from the ceiling and grew the selection of high-vibration food. Also, we added a Sauna, oxygen machine and other services to keep me, the employees and the patron's vibe high.
Eventually, three men entered my life, elders who came to ground me and convey essential wisdom. The first was a Rastafarian from the Caribbean; an older man and extremely intelligent. His name is Hugh; he taught me about cause and effect, decision-making, psychedelics and aspiring to be a lover. The 2nd man was a Brahman from India; he was older and dressed like a homeless man walking the streets pulling a shopping cart. The Brahman was wise and mystical; and educated me about the Tara's of Tantra, chakras, and yoga's mystical path. Finally, the 3rd man was also an elder from India and an Ayurveda doctor. His name is Shiv; In India, he retreated into the forests for many years to study meditation and Vedanta yoga. Shiv was a man of science and opened the doors to a deeper understanding of the body and mind. However, Shiv represented the foreshadowing of death and tore down the mind, so I could attain my kingship. Together these 3 men blended philosophies, science and medicine; I can't list all the details of our exploration, but they were the best. Here is a summary. The Rastafarian counselled my psychedelic process; he reminded me to keep my body clean while consuming the various plant remedies. Hugh checked in to make sure I was considering everyone around me while achieving a higher consciousness state. Essentially, the council Hugh gave me was vital; I needed help navigating the various shamans and medicine women from different parts of the world that arrived in Toronto to offer me their county's mixture (Peace Pipes). As a result, I discovered transmitting psychedelic medicines via a leader is an everyday social activity among ancient ancestral traditions. Besides, numerous elders recognized me as a bridge to the community, so they tested their most potent medicine to observe how I anchored it. In other words, I spent many sleepless nights producing reactions to these plants that challenged me to manage the vomiting, intense bowel movements, mind-gripping paranoia, trauma, and visitations from a higher multidimensional reality. During 2010 -2011 most of my psychedelic experiences were open to the public; I was an available book. The medicines I consumed were San Pedro, Ayahuasca, Rapé, 5mao DMT, Lsd, psilocybin, different Tobacco and Cannabis (oils and edibles) and MDMA in an urban/city setting. After which, I was invited to fly in and out of Toronto to the jungles, deserts, seaside, and forests to experience hundreds of more psychoactive experiences.
Next, the Brahman from India guided me into yoga and mudras. He explained if I apply the ancient Vedic hand gestures during meditations, I will anchor my higher psychedelic state more profoundly, resulting in the ultimate inward experience. My favourite mudra was named Rudra and is associated with Shiva. The Brahman taught me that Rudra means lord in Sanskrit and is associated with the solar plexus chakra, improving clarity and concentration. So, I walked with one hand in my pocket, applying Rudra while addressing the public. Method: Connect the thumb to your index and ring finger while keeping your other two fingers as straight as possible. Directly, the Brahman assured me I was in a bodhisattva state and required the internal Shakti to ground my ascension process. Otherwise, the external (woman) will manifest into reality to shake me out of it. So, he taught me the Tārā tantric, the feminine principle of compassion and wisdom, Shakti. The essence of Tara is fearlessness and courage, the emanation of all the Buddhas and bodhisattvas. To align deeper with my study, I became a raw vegan, fasting three times a week and practicing the retention of seminal fluids creating the perfect ecosystem to learn the Tara tantric. Next, the Brahman removed the five emotions (manifestations of Fear) from atop my crown chakra: pride, anger, jealousy, desire and ignorance. After, I sat in daily meditations and paid homage to the Six Perfections of generosity, moral discipline, patience, diligence, meditation and wisdom. Then, I found direction into the great white brotherhood/priesthood, all in preparation for the next and final teacher who anchored my kingship.
One day I was hanging the geometric images I drew on the walls of Alternative Thinking, and I noticed a new face, an older man in his 60s. First, he walked over to me calmly; his eyes were white, and his posture was proud. Then, he whispered to me slowly, Stephen, you are 95 percent activated, and I can enable the other 5 percent. His name is Shiv, the Ayurveda Brahman who lived in a forest in India; he had visions of meeting me and was excited to teach everything he knew. Next, I was invited to his house for lunch; he lived 10 minutes from my location, making our future studies very convenient. A hawk flew to his window as we ate, prompting us to walk outside and say hello as it perched on his clothing line. Shiv explained that the hawk visits every day and sits with him in meditation. Also, Shiv showed me where he slept in the basement on a mattress; we walked into his bathroom to where he did his laundry by hand in the bathtub. But then, his wife and child came home during his lifestyle tour. I was very impressed with his family; the child was calm, just like him. She spoke to me and explained her dad could run like the wind when she was on her bike; he was faster than her. His wife took off her coat; she was gorgeous, fit, young and well educated. I was impressed; the Ayurveda Doctor was handsome and held a confident male frame, but he was over 60 years old and bald with glasses. I asked myself, how was this possible to have such a younger beautiful woman and get away with sleeping on the floor? Shiv knew that one teacher was educating me about yoga and tantra, another tutoring me about psychedelics and visionary philosophy. But if I trusted him, not I, he would teach about the mind, women, female anatomy, staying centred, and the science of my spirituality. Of course, I said yes to Shiv and aspired to be a great man. We sat and studied for 6 hours a day over several months via challenging meditations and conversations to confront my belief systems and foundations. In addition, I gave him my trust, and Shiv dismantled the healer and Spiritual teacher in me. On one occasion, I asked him about yoga and why we did not study Asana. Shiv revealed that I should not learn Asana until I understand the mind; then, Asana can prepare the body to sit in meditation. Regardless, I located an ashram in Montreal, Quebec; but Shiv advised me to be careful; I asked the Brahman why. He replied that I was not ready to study the postures, and the teachers at the Ashram will sense my prior knowledge, thus pushing me into Asana excessively. Long story short, I left for Montreal and arrived back in Toronto 40 days later with a stomach hernia; Shiv was correct.
I met with Shiv for the first time following the Ashram; I was still in pain but manageable; we spoke about my experiences in Quebec. When we concluded, he asked me what my addictions were; I answered with Chips, Lays plain; he said, are you sure? I said yes. Next, Shiv conveyed that all men have the same addictions, and our mouth is the gateway to all senses. Basically, when we consume food, we are hiding dependence. I laughed and said, women, this is our addiction; he clarified yes. I responded, but I have been celibate for over 2 years, no women and retaining my fluids. Next, Shiv challenged me; he told me not to look into the mirror at my reflections for 40 days, even if I shaved. I did this, but after 40 days, I was transformed, almost as if I had received a new face. My new journey began with a 22-year-old beautiful yoga teacher and then snowballed from there. More women sought me out, attractive, young with money; they began to ask me out on dates, inviting me to business meetings, networking events, and weekend getaways. Interestingly, the women were not after sex; they aspired to ascension, wisdom, business knowledge, and intimate connections that allowed me to maintain a calm celibate state. So I said goodbye to the spiritual teacher in me, the workshops and seminars to venture into the world of women. I thanked my friend, Shiv, and never saw him again, but I hope one day to reunite. Finally, I would leave Toronto, and alternative thinking to fly out to New York, where all of my inner work opened up the Hieros Gamos to help a woman turned widow.