Once upon a time, there was an insecure, passive-aggressive, and angry little man.
He wanted desperately to be liked by the cool kids, whoever they were, in whatever group he needed to align himself with to get their attention, approval, and praise.
He never got it, of course. Well, not exactly. That’s one of the strangest parts of this story, but I don’t want to leap ahead.
So this guy was really his own person.
He was what you might call a nerd.
He loved playing video games, especially RPGs. He grew up on Wizardry, Sierra Games adventure games, Shadowrun (yes, SNES and Sega Genesis, AND the 6-sided-die-based Shadowrun book gaming system), D&D, Final Fantasy, Dragon Warrior and The Legend of Zelda.
The games were enough to establish vast universes of wizards and adventurers, bards and bar maidens, and oh so many NPCs.
(NPCs? Yeah, Non Player Characters. You know, the barmaids, the magic potion seller, the old guy in the cave who gives you the sword, the Innkeeper, the blacksmith, the office workers, and grocery store clerks.)
Why do so many people seem to be living as NPCs all week long, and then going out for canned, Nerfed excursions with their portable living rooms hauled out to the woods for the weekend.
Those rock climbers, naturalists, mountain men like Grizzly Adams or Edward Abbey, they somehow turned the weekends into their whole lives!
But the secret of how they were able to not give a fugk about the people, places, and circumstances holding them back escaped the little, angry man.
He wondered constantly, for years, Why were those adventures and quests and final frontiers only in NES cartridges and TV shows and movies?
Where’s the real-life Indiana Jones?
Why the hell does everything seem so fucking boring?
Is this really all there is?
That wheel of rumination paraded like a tedious carnival all night long, in lieu of a truly restful sleep.
So not only did the guy in our story want to be liked and loved by the people he admired and looked up to, he wanted fame, adventure, and most of all, to define his own life for himself--outside of and in spite of the pressures from outside to conform blindly to authority.
He looked through every book, every system, every training he could find to help ease his worried mind, and nothing worked.
Even when something seemed to work, it never lasted. Not visualizations, not positive thinking, not affirmations or complicated meditations, not visits with gurus or holy men and women, not more money, not more sex….
Nothing he tried gave him that deep sense of aliveness he’d lost somewhere along the way.
And then he discovered these strange movements and crazy underground secret exercises, and this stuff crushed the endless seeking he’d grown so wary of, and launched him into the Adventure of a Lifetime.
The next ten years sent him traveling the world and plumbing the inner depths of rumination and strife, unchaining himself from boredom, despair, and self-doubt.
He had no idea at the time that he was becoming one of the world’s experts on this secret training, and dedicate all his efforts toward creating a training to help other successful, high-functioning misfits experience that same irrevocable transition into a deeply satisfying life.
What took him over a decade of searching and experimenting and piecing together tools, techniques, and methods for personal development, you can now inject into your own life in less than a year.
Yes, your entire life will feel like it’s been overhauled and rebuilt.
Yes, that tired, angry, uninspired bastard in the story was me, Garrett Daun, and since then, I've dedicated my life to providing the most effective, powerful, and fun training in transcendence, creativity, and overcoming anything that gets in your way. That's what this weekly group session is all about.