I’ve always been able to see people.

Not just the masks or behaviors, but the patterns underneath. The tension behind the smile. The signal behind the words. As a teenager, I didn’t have language for it, I just knew I could walk into a room, feel who was off, and blend in or disappear depending on what was needed.

That skill followed me into the military, where I spent fifteen years executing under pressure, compartmentalizing emotions, leading teams. I was highly trained, structured, and effective. But even then, something quiet was tugging at me beneath the armor: “You’re more than this.”

When I left the service, I didn’t land, I dropped. Civilian life didn’t welcome me. It was rejection after rejection. The world didn’t care what I’d done or who I was. I gained 100 pounds, spiraled, drifted. I tried joining groups, the Masons, honor societies, schemes, programs. Nothing fit. Nothing held.

Until Reiki.

Not the certificate kind, the real kind. The kind that reminded me I’m not just reacting to life. I’m governing it. Reiki didn’t hand me purpose, it handed me back to myself. And once I had that, the experiments began.

Telekinesis. OBE. Energy sensing. Field management. Signal tracking. Behavioral loops. Subtle shifts. I stopped reading about transformation and started living inside it. I tested everything. I documented it. I built rituals not to control time, but to protect it, for growth, not grind.