Sometimes, we need to break free. Shake up the routine. Disrupt the predictable. I thrive on structure. My morning routine is sacred—mess with it, and you’re messing with me. But even structure can turn into stagnation, and that’s when I know it’s time to move. To explore. To listen to the whisper within calling me toward expansion.
Lately, I’ve been getting better at listening to that still, small voice. The one that nudges me to step outside the familiar, to embrace the unknown. And that’s exactly what led me to take a road trip to Sedona, Arizona—a journey into energy, into the depths of my being, into the passionate lover of life that I know myself to be.
Just me and my sidekick, Oakley, my Bernedoodle companion, venturing into the heart of one of the most energetically charged places on Earth.
As I drove into Sedona, the sheer majesty of the red rock formations took my breath away. I was in awe, struggling to keep my eyes on the road as the landscape whispered ancient secrets of power and presence. People from around the world come here seeking transformation, healing, and clarity. I came with an open heart, trusting that the Universe would reveal exactly what I needed to see, hear, and experience.
One of my prayers lately has been to expand my reach. The work I do with men—helping them heal, reconnect with their authentic selves, and awaken their inner power—has been deeply fulfilling. But I know I am meant for more. I can only guide others as far as I am willing to go myself. My mantra: Keep showing up. Keep going. Follow the pathless path. And that pathless path led me to Sedona.
Airport Mesa Energy Vortex
The first energy vortex I visited was Airport Mesa. At the summit, I did grounding work, prayed, and simply allowed myself to be present. No earth-shattering revelations. No lightning bolts of realization. But transformation doesn’t always announce itself in the moment. Sometimes, it seeps into the soul like a slow-burning fire.
What struck me wasn’t just the views—it was the infinite sky that framed them. I’m learning to attune myself to the invisible as much as the visible. Qi Gong has been my gateway into this energy field, a practice that has radically changed my life. As a certified instructor, I now get to share this profound wisdom with others.
Life is energy. Energy is life.
I visited five energy vortexes in Sedona, open to whatever might arise—whether a tidal wave of realization or a gentle undercurrent of change. Seven days in the desert may not be forty, but it was enough to shift something deep within me.
Cathedral Rock Energy Vortex
The climb up Cathedral Rock was raw, primal, intense. A steep, vertical ascent that forced me onto my hands and knees at times, demanding full engagement, full surrender. Heights have always unsettled me, but this journey wasn’t just about conquering a climb—it was about shedding fears, limitations, and outdated stories about who I am.
Cathedral Rock pulses with feminine, yin energy—an energy I’ve suppressed for years. The artist in me. The dancer. The Qi Gong inner martial artist yearning for expression. I spent years trapped in a hyper-masculine paradigm—playing the tough, aggressive football player, fitting into a mold that was never truly mine. But I now understand that strength isn’t just about force; it’s about balance. The warrior and the lover. The protector and the poet. The fusion of divine masculine and divine feminine.
At the summit, I stopped thinking. I became the experience. One with the rock, the air, the fellow climbers, the moment itself.
And a single word came to me: Allow.
Allow what is. Allow life to flow. Let go of forcing, pushing, striving. The same Power that shaped these rocks flows through me. My only job is to get out of my own way. To be life, rather than overthinking it.
Bell Rock Energy Vortex
Bell Rock tested something different in me. After climbing Cathedral Rock and hiking miles to reach this vortex, I stood at the base and made a choice—the old Troy would have forced himself to the top. The old Troy thrived on suffering, equating it with achievement.
But suffering isn’t a prerequisite for joy.
For much of my life, I believed happiness was something to be earned through struggle. That belief kept me trapped in cycles of pain. But joy, love, and peace? They’ve been inside me all along. The world conditioned me to look outside myself for fulfillment, but that search was always doomed to fail. The treasure isn’t out there—it’s within.
Suffering is a choice. So is happiness. What are you choosing?
Chapel of the Holy Cross Energy Vortex
I wasn’t prepared for what happened at the Chapel of the Holy Cross. I walked in expecting to admire the architecture. Instead, I sat down and wept.
I was raised in the church. My father was a Lutheran pastor. Church was mandatory, but it never resonated. I played the role of the perfect son, the good Christian, suppressing my true self in the name of appearances.
Sitting in that chapel, looking up at Jesus on the cross, I felt him. I embodied him. The misunderstood teacher. The one who showed us what it meant to be fully human and fully divine. His message wasn’t about division, dogma, or control—it was about liberation. About remembering who we truly are.
I now see Jesus as a wayshower. A healer. A teacher. And I know in my soul that my mission is to help men heal their wounded masculine energy—to integrate their divine masculine and feminine, to transcend the fear, shame, and limitations imposed by this world. To reclaim the power and presence that has been within them all along.
Boynton Canyon Energy Vortex
At Boynton Canyon, I faced the conditioning that told me to play small. As a child, I learned that taking risks made others uncomfortable. That being too bold, too expansive, too me could bring pain to those I loved. I dimmed my light to keep others at ease.
No more.
Standing atop Boynton Canyon Vista, I felt it. The expansiveness of my being. The infinite nature of my soul.
I AM aliveness.
I AM energy.
I AM electricity.
The only thing that ever limits me is forgetting my true Self. And I refuse to forget any longer.
Seven Days in the Desert
Sedona was a gift. A mirror. A call to step even further into my power. I asked to expand my reach, and I received a deeper truth—expansion isn’t about numbers or followers. It’s about embodiment. About becoming the living example of what I teach. About setting fire to every limitation and standing fully in my Truth.
Seven days in the desert set me free.
Now, it’s time to help others break free as well.
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