Harry Porter

This… is Porter.
Or as my wife calls him in a proper English accent: Harry Porter.

A few years ago, I had the pleasure of leading him through a meditation. Afterwards, we became friends. Now, every so often, he brings his son Koa up for the weekend, and we hang out around the house—usually with a stack of board games nearby.

Yesterday was a full one.
Jennie and Porter built these epic cat bridges while Riley and I gathered ingredients for today’s Hatch Green Chile Verde.

In between all that, we played a game of Forest Shuffle—which I won, of course.

After hamburgers (and some stiff, dry, not-so-great cheese), we settled in for an intense late-night match of Dune Imperium: Uprising.

Near the end, my son Riley summed it up perfectly:

“I don’t like this game. It’s my favorite game… but I don’t like it.”

I get it. It’s not a fun game—it’s a test. You have to bring your full mind online just to survive, much less win.

By midnight, Riley was done. “I just want this game to end,” he groaned.

That’s when I gave him some fatherly wisdom:

“Shut up and keep playing. This is when it counts—when you’re tired, when it’s tough, when you want to quit. That’s when you push through.”

He took it to heart, buckled down… and beat me by a single point.
I never like losing—but watching my son refuse to quit? That’s a win in my book.

Meanwhile, Porter—only his second game—was ready for round three. The man’s coming along fast. One day, he might even be a threat.

That was my Saturday: my wife, two good men, a house full of projects, and an intense, focused game to end the night.
A perfect day.

Today? More projects. More games. A past life regression. And that famous Hatch Green Chile Verde.

Does it get better than that?

Stoking the sacred fire,
Let’s go.

—Jason

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SATURDAY MORNING

A Look Behind the Curtain.

I’m working on the ad copy for the Modern Day Warrior Intensive, happening Sept 19–21.

Thought I’d share a bit of the process—mostly for myself.

Looking back, my first experience of “masculinity” was from my dad.

He was detail-oriented. VERY focused.

But he had no direction.

No presence.

No heart.

A robot of discipline.

I didn’t trust him.

The next version came from my mom.

She had more direction than my father. More presence. She was sharp and focused—and she ran most of it through her heart.

(You might ask, “Where was the feminine in your life?” Good question. But one for another time.)

Then came what I discovered in school that I call the Jock Mentality Masculine—

That loud, bullying, performative energy.

I judged men in that space harshly… and was wrong more than once.

As I got older, I started forming my own sense of masculinity.
It was intelligent. Structured. Sharp.

But it lacked true focus. True direction. Real presence.

I didn’t even know what those words meant.

I just knew I didn’t have them.

I surrounded myself with clever, witty, creative men—men of high character, IQ and fast tongues.

But it still didn’t land in my body.

One thing I always had, though, was reverence for the feminine.

Even when I was young—I loved women. Treated them with awe. Later, with reverence.

But I was still confused.

I had zero role models.

In my early twenties, I joined the Mormon church. That helped, a little.

I liked the men I met there.

But I wasn’t impressed by them, not in the masculine sense.

I was still searching.

For something I couldn’t name.

Something I somehow knew existed.

Then I picked up a book:

The Way of the Superior Man
Subtitle: A Spiritual Guide to Mastering the Challenges of Women, Work, and Sexual Desire.

Well—

I had plenty of challenges with women, work, and sexual desire.

So I was all ears.

And that book? It fucking rocked me.

First—

It described masculinity in a way that made actual sense.
The witness. The stillness. The presence.

The three elements I now teach:
Focus. Direction. Presence.

Second—
It revealed that both masculine and feminine grow through three stages of maturity.

Third—
It explained how masculinity has a light and a dark side.
But neither are “bad.”

The question is: Are you running it through your heart?

At that point, I realized:

I had been doing masculinity wrong.

I had been doing life wrong.

Everything I had learned—from my parents, from culture, even from church—was off.

This wasn’t just a Masculine teaching.

It was also my first real understanding of the Feminine.

And it wasn’t just psychological.

It was spiritual.

The Masculine is the Witness.

The Feminine is the Light.

The entire cosmos, expressed as polarity.

Right there in your relationship.
Right there in your bedroom.
Right there in you.

That realization rewrote my life.

It washed away the versions of masculinity and femininity I inherited.

It felt like truth.

Of course, reading David Deida’s books helped.

But what changed me?

Was sitting on the studio floor in Ojai, California with him and doing the actual work—

Learning how to embody the Masculine.

Not theory. Not lectures. Not notebooks.

Embodiment.

That’s what changed everything.

And that’s what I now teach.

Fifteen years later, it’s the same.

The Masculine is the witness.
The Feminine is the light.

We move through stages of maturity, and through light and dark expressions.

And when you run it through your heart, and you incarnate it in your body—

Everything changes.

This work is ancient.

Older than David. Older than me.

It’s lasted because it’s true.

And so, ten years ago, I started training men in the art of Masculine Awareness.

I’ve led dozens and dozens of events.

And every time, I get nourished by giving my gifts to men—training, teaching, guiding, and leading.

It’s good work. Necessary work.

But how do you fit that into a Facebook ad?

How do you distill that sacred, cellular truth into a few lines of copy?

How do you find the men who are like I was—

Men who know the current model of masculinity doesn’t work.
Who feel the pain of that truth every day. But don't even know there is a deeper more sacred masculine underneath, one that is both true and powerfully effective.

How do you reach them?

Here’s what I know:

If you’re reading this, and you feel something stir—
if you’re tired of fitting yourself into boxes
or pretending you’re “fine” when you’re not—
if you know there’s a different way…
then maybe, just maybe—this is your knock.

And the door?

It’s opening.

Jason

PS- I got a call from someone yesterday telling me that my scrapbook of my life posts lately have been deeply inspirational to her. That made me happy. Instead of marketing, I'm just sharing about my life. Just be me.

Mark

This man here. His name is Mark MacInerny. Triathlete.

We go way back. (wink)

We’ve been through a few things together, and are both on our own roads through life, but about once a month we connect for a phone call.

Little how you doing, what’s up with the family and all that.
A little what’s going on with YOU
A little… is there any way I can serve you? Help you?
A little challenge… an exploration of ideas and expansion.

Pushing the boundaries of Body, Being, Balance and Business.

I had one such call with Mark this morning, and left feeling like I do every time. ON FIRE.

READY TO GO.

And I don’t take that for granted.

Most men drift through life surrounded by acquaintances.
Find the ones who set you on fire.
Keep them close.
Lose the rest.

Burn

Friday Morning.

My Queen is working from home today.
Which means I’ll be distracted, annoyed, and weirdly inspired all at once. 😆

But I woke up thinking about fire.

Last night I sat in on a call with a man I used to train with—Garrett J. White.

He read aloud from a new “Scroll” he wrote.

It was raw.
Christian.
And very familiar.

The whole message?

Kill the False King.

The protective identity you built as a boy to survive the pain.

The one that now rules your kingdom…

But leaves you numb.

Alone.

And full of rage.

“If it burns… it was never real.”

That hit me.

Because I’ve had a few false kings.

The Nice Guy.
The Smart Guy.
The Tough Guy.
The Sexually Enlightened Guy.

Burned them all.
(Well… I’m still toasting the last one now and then.)

And what’s left?

The man I always was.

And I like him.

He’s real.
He’s fiery.
He’s free.

So here’s your Friday reminder, my scrapbooking friends:

🔥 Don’t fear the fire.
🔥 Fear the life you’re building without it.

#SacredRebel
#FalseKingBurn
#MasculineFire
#FridayFlame
#KillTheLie
#LongLiveTheKing
#JasonFSmith
#ModernDayWarrior
#ShadesOfIntimacy
#BurnToBecome

Our marriage flatlined.

Not because of cheating. Not because of constant fights.
Because the intimacy—the real, electric, sacred connection—was gone.

Two years in… and it felt like we were roommates.

Jennie and I had started strong. Magic. Fireworks. All of it.
But somewhere along the way… it just died.

No spark. No sex. No connection.
Just daily life. Co-parenting. Co-existing.
And under it all… heartbreak.

I told her, “This isn’t working. We need to fix it—or we’re done.”
She agreed.

I dove in. Bought 17 books on intimacy.
Read them to her on road trips.
Tried every technique and conversation hack I could find.

None of it worked.

Eventually I thought: She needs therapy.
But deep down, I knew better.

A friend told me: “Stop reading David Deida. Go see him.”
So we did.

We flew to Ojai for a 3-day intensive.
$6,000. Flights. Hotel. Rental car. No hesitation.
We were either going to reclaim what we had—or walk away.

David looked at us and said:

“You don’t need therapy. You need polarity.”

He told us:

“If just one of you gets this, the relationship will end.
But if both of you do… it will become everything you’re longing for.”

He was right.
That weekend changed everything.

We found each other again.
Not just emotionally. But sexually. Spiritually. Deeply.

And it lasted.

That experience laid the foundation for what would eventually become:

Shades of Intimacy.
We’ve been teaching this work since 2015.

And next week, August 15–17, we’re holding our next 3-day Intensive.

This is for couples and individuals who are DONE tolerating numbness.
Who know something sacred is missing—and are ready to get it back.
Who feel the nudge in their gut that says: “This is your moment.”

If that’s you, message us.
We’ll help you take the next step.

And if not, but you read this far…
Just know this:

When you draw the line and say “no more” to mediocrity…
The way forward will be revealed.

That’s the power of this work.
That’s the power of you.

Harry Potter

Just finished rewatching the entire Harry Potter series with Jennie.

Still magical. Still powerful.
And yeah… apparently still controversial?

In a time when nuance is outlawed and mobs try to dictate what you’re allowed to enjoy, I’ve chosen a different path.

I choose to celebrate stories that shape the soul.
I honor authors who actually finish what they start—with courage, conviction, and clarity.
And I refuse to join the noise of public shaming, witch-hunts, and ideological purity tests masquerading as virtue.

Do I agree with every word J.K. Rowling has ever said?
Of course not. She’s a human being, not a deity.
But here’s the thing—disagreement isn’t hate.
And thinking for yourself doesn’t make you a villain.

This is where we are now:
If you say “I enjoyed Harry Potter,”
Someone will try to make that a statement of oppression.

Nope. Not playing that game.

The books meant something to me. The movies meant something to me.
They shaped a generation. They shaped my kids.
And watching them again with my wife this week reminded me why I fell in love with storytelling in the first place.

So yeah… I’ll keep the conversation sacred—not savage.
And I’ll keep choosing magic, in a world that keeps trying to cancel it.

SAYING NO

Drawing a Line

Years ago, Jennie and I hit a wall in our relationship.

Actually, it was more like an avalanche. A collapsed bridge.
We kept trying.
Kept bashing our heads against the wall like a broken Roomba.

Then one day, in the middle of the pain, I crossed a line.

Nope. Not doing this anymore.

I had asked my mother for advice. She said,

“This is just the way it is. Your relationship is broken. It’ll never get better. Eventually, you’ll just accept that.”

And something in me just said NO.
Nope. Not accepting that.

I trusted myself.
Two things were absolutely true:

1. Something is NOT right here.

2. And... MORE is possible.

I went to Jennie and said, solemnly:

“Something isn’t working. We need to fix it. Or else.”

And she said:

“Yes. We need to fix this.”

That moment changed everything.
We crossed a line.
No plan. No perfect roadmap. But a decision.

We just said no. Not anymore.

We had no idea what to do next—but we were DONE tolerating.
And that was enough. That was the catalyst.

And now?
When people talk to me about Shades of Intimacy—and they’re worried about the cost, or their schedule, or what the weekend might be like...

From where I stand? That’s all noise.

What matters is this:
Are you clear your relationship must change?

If the answer is YES, then nothing else matters.
That clarity?
That’s the line in the sand.

Every time in my life I’ve drawn that line—said NO MORE—
That’s when it all began to change.

Sacred fire is burning in your NO.
Let’s go.

—Jason

Calibration

✨ CALIBRATION: Becoming a Match for What You Asked For

“You’ve got to be ready for what you put into the Vortex (what you asked for) before what you put into the Vortex can manifest in your experience.”
—Abraham Hicks

This weekend I got paid $3,800 to guide five incredible humans through the Heber Meditation Retreat. That’s not just money—that’s value. That’s alignment. That’s joy, connection, contribution, and deep fulfillment.

It didn’t come from a grind.

Yes, there was work. We busted our asses getting the space ready.

But the actual experience?

Magical. Smooth. Potent. Profound.

That’s how abundance showed up.

And I liked how it came.

That tells me something simple: I’ve begun to vibrationally align with what I’ve been asking for.
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We’ve all been asking.
Me. Jennie. Melanie. Aubree. Eli.
We’ve put a LOT into the Vortex.
At some level, we’ve asked for:
• Tribe
• Family
• Real connection
• Open-hearted growth
• Depth
• Magic
• Abundance

Not just in theory. In actual vibrational essence.

And this weekend, it showed up.

I watched Jade and Amethyst drop everything to come sit on the porch with Aubree and Eli. I watched Megan’s intensity and laughter as she played games around the family kitchen table with Aubree and Eli. I felt the sacred click of people who just fit. People who have the flavor of our Tribe—deep, kind, real, spiritual, a little wild. You know what I’m talking about.

This isn’t an accident.

This is conscious co-creation.

1. We asked.
2. The Universe assembled it in the Vortex.
3. We became a vibrational match to it.
4. It manifested.

Melanie manifested us.
We manifested her.
And we’re all still doing it.
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But here’s where it gets wild:
“You can’t keep asking for it from a place of knowing what you don’t want.”

Contrast is what fires up desire.

It’s the sour that makes you crave sweet.

You don’t just walk into a candy store and casually try some things. That’s weak desire.

But if you’ve gone without sweets for a long time, and life has been bitter… then that candy hits different.

The desire has texture.

It has urgency.

Contrast lights the fuse.

But after the fuse is lit…?

You’ve got to shift your vibration to match the thing you asked for.

That’s the work.
That’s the calibration.
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So yeah—this weekend was Surprise and Delight.

It was Better Than Expected.

Which means we’ve become a match for Surprise and Delight.

And the next level?

Deliberate creation.

Getting specific. Participating.
Becoming co-architects of what shows up.
That’s where we are now.
We’ve been asking for fun.
We’ve been asking for satisfaction.
And it’s showing up.
So what’s next?

🔥 Clarity
🔥 Participation
🔥 Gratitude
🔥 Calibration

We’re not just experiencing magic.

We’re learning to tune ourselves to the frequency of what we asked for.

On purpose.

This fire has been lit.

Let’s f***ing go.

—Jason

The summer isn't over yet...

The summer isn’t over yet…

But our break from Heber Meditation Retreats ends now.
And I’m so damn excited to be back in the studio.

Five powerful souls arrived last night from around the world—completing their journey to the Shaman.
They come for Clarity. Healing. Adventure. Connection.

And honestly? I always marvel at how many people say they want to grow... but never show up.

They tell me:

• I’m lost.

• I know what I want, but not how to get there.

• I’m stuck.

• I’m hurting.

• I’m ready for the next step.

• It’s time.

But only some actually do the thing.
Only some invest the time, the money, the trust, the courage.
Only some say:

“Yes. I’ll go to the mountains of Heber. I’ll sit in the studio with Jason, Jennie, and Melanie. I’ll close my eyes, let go of the noise, and enter the emptiness only true meditation can offer.”

And in that empty space—when it all dissolves—you find it.
Yourself.
Your real self.
The one that always knows what to do next.

This isn’t about advice.
Or answers.
It’s about tuning into the one place that never lies: your inner being.

That’s what brought them here.

And I have to tell you… this is it.
This is what I love the most.

Last week I told you stories from the Bass Canyon Campout—a tribal experience born from the fire of this very work.
And now, I get to do it again.
Today.
With five humans who said, “I’m ready.”

This isn’t just what I do.
It’s how I serve.
And it calls me to deeper excellence every time I step into the circle.

People say I’ve changed them.
I haven’t.
I’ve just helped them remember who they are.
That’s it.

But simple doesn’t mean easy.
This work is a discipline. A devotion. A craft.
Like the best concert violinist in the world—it’s decades of practice channeled into a single moment that makes people weep.

That’s how I see this path.
And I just wanted to share it with you.

Today… I get to sit in sacred space with five brave souls.
And that humbles me.

It fills me with gratitude that runs deep in my bones.

Because watching people grow?
Still the most exciting thing in the world.

Okay—I’m off to work.

—Jason

P.S. Pictured here is a glimpse of the altar Jennie builds for every meditation. That candle? It will burn for the entire session today.
Remember that post I wrote about masculine focus?
It all starts by staring into the flame.

Every Rose Has It's Thorn... and Leaf

Every Rose Has Its Thorn… and Leaf

I’m wrapping up this scrapbook week of Bass Canyon Campout posts with how it all ended.

And it ended—like all sacred journeys should—in a circle.

Sunday afternoon, the final crew gathered. About a quarter of the tribe had already packed up and peeled off. But the rest of us were still lingering, taking our time, slowly breaking down camp while soaking up the last bit of soulshine.

Trucks pulled away. Goodbyes were said.

But those of us who remained circled up for one of the most powerful practices I’ve ever known.

Rose. Thorn. Leaf.

One by one, we went around and shared:

Our Rose—the high point, the most beautiful moment.

Our Thorn—the hardest part, the struggle.

Our Leaf—what we’ll take forward and grow with.

The real magic wasn’t just in the sharing.

It was in the listening.

You get to hear what truly lit people up. Some of it surprised me. Deep, unexpected joy.

Then came the thorns—people naming their challenges, their emotional edges. Again… I had no idea some were carrying those things.

And finally—the leaf. The direction they’re going now. What they’re taking from the weekend to live more open. More deep. More whole.

I’ve done this practice for over a decade in my work. But that Sunday circle hit different. Something about that campout. That fire. Those people.

Maybe it was the fatigue. Maybe it was the rawness.

But the vulnerability was next-level.

And it bound us together in a way that felt more like family than I’ve ever felt.

My Rose?

There were many. But one of the biggest was Wednesday night. Sitting by the fire at 2AM. Peaceful.

I had built something… and they were coming.

I could feel it.

That rare, sacred moment of satiety. You did it. It’s working. It’s real.

My Thorn?

Losing my temper after a horrible performance in my last game of cornhole. It triggered an old story. Still work to do there.

My Leaf?

To enter these events with more grace.

Less stress in the lead-up.

More joy throughout.

And now—one week later (Today is Friday, exactly a week from Sacred Theater Night)—I’m holding one more Rose:

Gratitude.

Who gets to do these things?

As I hear from people this week, I can feel it in them. The tribe is okay. We’re tired, yes. Emotional tides rolled through some of us. But we’re landing.

We’re integrating.

We’re taking the peak moments of our lives—and using them to live deeper, more open, more true to the wild light of our hearts.

Yeah… gratitude.

Through and through.

A sacred fire has been lit in me.

—Jason

Sacred Theater

Last Friday, July 25th, at 8:30PM, our Tribe gathered for one of our most powerful traditions:

Sacred Theater.

After some playful warm-ups, each of us stepped into the circle to offer a 2-minute sacred performance of our choosing.

It’s mandatory.

It’s vulnerable.

And it’s one of the safest, most joyful spaces you’ll ever stand in.

This year, I went first—to lead the way.

Recently, I got some tough but loving feedback from a men’s group I’m in:

“You apologize too much.”

At the root of that habit was a deep fear that my love, my fire, my gifts… might hurt people. Might drive them away.

It mirrored a lesson I was given five years ago from a Shaman:

Stop apologizing for love.

So I knew my Sacred Theater had to center on this very edge—the place I most need to grow.

But I didn’t know how to express it.

So I did what I do.

I took a walk. With the wise, wild, wonderful Jennie.

She asked me one question that cracked it wide open:

“How do you think people feel… when you apologize for loving them?”

Boom.

That was it.

So I stood in the circle. I explained my intention.

Then I turned to each person and said:

“I’m sorry for loving you.”

And each person responded—just a sentence or two—describing how it felt.

And what I learned?

It hurt them.

My emotional system thought I was protecting people by dimming my light, by softening the edges of my love.

But that withdrawal? That hiding?

It was hurting people. Over and over again.

What a revelation.

What a sacred moment of growth, held by a Tribe that doesn’t flinch, doesn’t shame, doesn’t run.

This… is why we do Sacred Theater.

To stand raw and real.

To grow in front of each other.

To shine. Even trembling.

Where are you still apologizing for being you?

Let’s light the sacred fire today.

Let’s go.

—Jason

Jelly Fish

The Jelly Fish

Wednesday night, Jennie and I arrive at the Bass Canyon Campout. It’s quiet. Sacred. Still forming.

Most of the tribe will show up Thursday, but already the land is whispering.

Then a truck rolls in. Trailer behind it.

It’s my friend Jim.

Master camper. Burner. Artist. Storyteller.

And on his trailer?

The Jelly Fish.

He’s told me about this piece for years. I’ve seen the photos. Heard the legends.

He built it for Burning Man—his own glowing temple of light and wonder.

Last week he asked if he could bring it to Bass Canyon.

I said yes without hesitation.

So on this first night, while my back was sore from a day of heavy setup, Jim—with help from Jennie—unloaded the beast with grace and precision.

And when it lit up?

Man… it hummed.

This isn’t just a jellyfish sculpture. It’s alive. It holds the energy of the Playa. Of nights under desert skies. Of strangers turned soul family.

It radiates Peace. Wonder. Awe.

For four nights, the Jelly Fish came alive at dusk. Her lights pulsing like a heart. Her tentacles swaying with secrets.

She turned off the noise in my head. The polite programming. The stale stories.

She reprogrammed my soul.

Thank you Jim—for building it, for bringing it, and for being who you are.

This tribe is better because of you.

The Jelly Fish will always be part of this sacred story.

Talk about lighting a sacred fire!

Let’s go.

— Jason

Camp Cats

At last week’s Bass Canyon Campout, Noah and Natalie brought…

Camp Cats.

Ming and Bean.

One of these pictures shows me holding Ming—who was the most adventurous of the two.

She wandered from one end of camp to the other, day and night, navigating dogs, music, fire, and humans with ease.

But…

She always came back to her trailer.

To her people.

In a swirl of masculine containment, we obviously filled the space with our own human feminine expression—music, dancing, storytelling.

But inside that swirl was something quieter.

The soft, steady presence of animals—cats and dogs—who felt safe enough to roam free.

There was something about her trust that moved me.

Her wildness.

Her return.

Maybe it’s because I’ve always loved cats.

Or maybe it’s because I saw something in that moment I want to be:

A man who protects what he loves.

A man who is a place to come home to.

Home. It's not necessarily a place, as much as it's an energy of safety and love.

Damn that cat got me. I miss her already.

Bass Canyon Campout

Four years ago, my daughter Amethyst and I organized a trek to The Gorge for our tribe (nine of us came—though we adopted two along the way) to see Excision at Bass Canyon, a three-day camping EDM festival.

We did it again three years ago, this time bringing 21 people.

Last year, alas, we couldn’t go—so I decided to create a substitute: Bass Canyon Campout, much closer to home in Wallsburg, Utah.

It was such a hit, we brought it back this year. (Bass Canyon Campout #2!)

And as usual… it took a lot of work to put together—stress, logistics, and masculine focus, direction, and presence... not to mention feminine sensation, energy, and radiance.

I admit, I was stressed going into this one.

But then… we arrived.

Wednesday night, cooler than expected, and we gathered around the fire. I sat staring into the flame, and a deep sense of satisfaction filled me.

I had done it.

I had a vision. I worked that vision—planned it out, shaped it over months, navigated setbacks and unexpected storms—and arrived here, at the fire.

I built it.

And they came.

One by one, tribe members arrived Wednesday night, setting up their camps… and ultimately joining me by the fire. We had 2 camp cats, a number of dogs, a shift pod and a jelly fish.

That’s true satisfaction.

They came.

And sat with me around my fire.

Thursday… more tribe came.

Friday… even more.

All leading to the summit of the event—Friday Night Sacred Theater—where 37 people gathered around the fire and took turns sharing sacred moments of growth, challenge, and joy.

I got to see into their hearts… as they artfully expressed their individuality.

Then Saturday: kids everywhere (a four-year-old even ran me over with a motorcycle!). Cornhole, 9 Square, the music, the vibe, the people… full camp life.

And then the arc completes.

Sunday afternoon. We sit in circle—exhausted—and share our Roses, our Thorns, and our Leaves. A sacred closing ceremony, where each of us gets to be seen in our highs and lows, with a vision for what’s to come.

All the work I put into this… was WORTH IT.

I relaxed.

I opened up.

I surrendered to the essence of my desires.

And I was delivered a continual stream of joyous surprises and delights—miracle after miracle—all of them better than expected.

Soak it in.

Soak in your victories.

And feel into that potent and profound question on the adventure of our lives:

What’s next?

Let’s go.

—Jason

Feminine Radiance and Yearning

Good Saturday Morning! Hope you all are well! I wanted to continue my exploration of Polarity this week.

She is the universe.

She is the reason we are aware.

She is the light.

And she is always yearning for more.

More connection.

More love.

More presence.

More God.

It’s feminine yearning that makes us move,

And it’s feminine radiance that makes it worth it.

This is not philosophy. This is not metaphor.

It’s truth.

It’s why men build cathedrals and empires.

Why they cross oceans.

Why they stand up—again and again—when they’ve been beaten to their knees.

The radiant feminine is the invitation. The sunset. The storm. The woman laughing with her whole body while she nurses a baby or dances under lightning.

And ladies—you can embody this.

It’s not a thought.

It’s deeper than feeling.

Beyond energy.

It is the root of existence itself.

It’s the gift you give when you open your heart fully,

When your yearning becomes a sacred call—not to manipulate, but to magnetize.

Come.

Rise.

Be a King.

Be Present.

This is why you live.

Masculine Presence (as we explored yesterday) is not about hiding in a cave.

It’s about rising to meet the entire universe—and being strong enough to hold it.

Ladies, this light? This radiant love?

It’s what makes everything worth it.

Not because it’s easy, but because it’s true.

When you express from your full feminine spectrum—rage to grace, sex to sorrow, seductress to saint—you bathe the world in the sacred.

That’s what you were born for.

This isn’t just poetics. It’s embodied truth. Learnable. Teachable. Real.

Because you are the Witness.

And you are the Light.

When you tease them apart, and let them DANCE…

When Masculine Presence meets Feminine Radiance…

That’s where love is born.

That’s where art is born.

That’s what keeps us alive.

Let it pour through your unique human heart.

Let it become your offering.

Let’s light this sacred fire.

—Jason

P.S. When it comes to feminine embodiment, Jennie is the true artist here. She doesn’t just teach this—she lives it. She feels everything. She moves it all. Her sacred yearning could pull planets into orbit. Her radiance nourishes the cosmos. If you ever want to learn how to access the full power of your feminine, start with her.

Masculine Presence

“Further.” — Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters

So step back again.

Further.

Further.

Feel the room.

Feel the earth.

Feel the solar system.

Feel the galaxy.

Feel the UNIVERSE.

Feel.

Be it ALL.

Awareness becomes so big—because awareness is all there really is. It’s the sole truth.

We can argue about the contents of awareness—those are subjective.

But awareness itself?

Undeniable.

It’s the big one.

“Cognosco, ergo sum.”

(I am aware, therefore I am.)

It’s not just being aware of everything…

It’s being aware of awareness.

It’s a distinct and identifiable state.

And when you drop into it—

Your body shifts.

You sit upright.

Your breath deepens.

Your chest opens.

You become the Great Eye in the Sky.

You are the Beholder.

It’s not a person. Not a thing.

It’s a state of truth more real than anything else.

But if you stop there—

You’re a monk in a cave, staring at a wall for 80 years, achieving Nirvana.

Cool. (I guess...)

But we’re not here for that. (Are we?)

Remember what I said about Rick Rubin earlier this week?

You gain space on your cushion…

So you have more space in real life.

Space to hold the feminine storm of CHANGE.

That’s the game.

Awareness so vast it holds everything.

Then you step forward—as a man—

With direction, decision, choice, focus, and the discipline to stay with it.

You don’t run from the feminine.

You penetrate it.

With presence.

With love.

With unwavering eyes.

But that presence has to be run through your heart.

That… is… the secret.

It’s a lot of work.

But this is what you were born to do.

Not to chase enlightenment in some dusty cave.

You’ll get that when you die.

You were born to fuck the world open with your love.

With your presence, direction, and focus.

Want a better marriage?

Better health?

More money?

More meaning?

Certainty?

Purpose?

This is the way.

Not a religion.

A yoga.

A union with what is.

And what is?

Someone experiences something.

That someone is the masculine.

That something is the feminine.

And experience…

Is the human art.

The game.

The expression.

The antidote to boredom.

The adventure of your life.

Let’s light this sacred fire.

— Jason

Masculine Direction

Which Way Do I Go Now?

Masculine Direction

Good morning, my friends.

I appreciate the opportunity to continue sharing the work Jennie and I live and teach in the world.

On Monday, we explored Masculine Focus.

Yesterday, we dove into Feminine Sensation.

And today… yeah, let’s take a step back from that laser focus.

Let’s take a look around.

Because getting the lay of the land is essential to making good decisions.

An expanded awareness of what’s going on inside yourself…

Inside your environment…

Inside your woman…

That awareness gives you the critical ability to see what’s really happening.

Then—pair that awareness with the ability to make clear, decisive choices…

And you unlock the kingly masculine skill of Direction.

If Focus is the skill of the Warrior—the tenacious, fierce ability to stay on track no matter what—

Then Direction is the domain of the King.

Because what good is a laser if you don’t know where to point it?

Direction requires stillness. Perspective. Discernment.

It’s a skill that can be developed.

And when it is—it creates powerful riverbanks for the feminine to flow freely and wildly within.

You won’t always get it right.

But when you cultivate direction—when your woman feels your clarity and presence—she will begin to trust the path again.

Let’s light this sacred fire.

Let’s lead.

– Jason

Feminine Energy

Feminine Energy

Our kingly masculine side is stepping back, surveying the land, seeing clearly, and making moves.

But what’s the polarity to Direction?

It’s Feminine Energy.

The river.
The ocean.
The storm.
The wind.
The volcano.
The wild, untamable pulse of life itself.

The first step in feminine practice is sensation—feeling your feelings deeply and moving them through the body.
But the second step… is expression.

The sacred feminine expands in flavor, range, texture. From gentle light to feral dark, from sweet innocence to pure eroticism.
This is the fire.

🔥 Core Feminine Archetypes (Sacred & Wild)

Ones that hold the full sacred rebel range from innocent to feral, holy to profane.

1. The Maiden / Virgin
Innocent, curious, radiant, fresh.
Not “virgin” in the purity sense—but unclaimed, self-contained.
Think: Persephone, Virgin Mary, early Ariel energy.

2. The Mother
Nurturing, life-giving, fierce protector.
Spiritual or biological.
Think: Demeter, Gaia, or your local mama bear with tattoos and a minivan.

3. The Wild Woman / Huntress
Independent, sensual, raw, untamed.
She howls at the moon and says “fuck the rules.”
Think: Artemis, Kāli, Violet the Poop Cat 🐾

4. The Lover / Seductress
Magnetic, erotic, playful, deeply embodied.
She dances between pleasure and power.
Think: Aphrodite, Marilyn Monroe, the stripper with a lion heart.

5. The Queen / Sovereign
Commanding, dignified, full of boundaries and grace.
Embodied leadership with a velvet backbone.
Think: Cleopatra, Queen Esther, that woman who changes the room just by entering.

6. The Mystic / Priestess
Divine connection, intuition, sacred mystery.
She speaks in whispers and ritual.
Think: Isis, Hecate, Mary Magdalene.

7. The Crone / Wise Woman
She who holds death, decay, and transformation.
Knows when to cackle and when to cast spells.
Think: Baba Yaga, the Midwife, the Grandmother who sees through your bullshit.

⚔️ Shadow & Taboo Feminine (Vital & Edgy)

These are often repressed—but hold enormous power when embodied with consciousness:

• The Whore – sexual power, unashamed and unapologetic.

• The Bitch – fierce boundary-setter, lioness with a snarl.

• The Ice Queen – frozen heart… until she melts.

• The Victim – not to stay stuck in, but to move through.

• The Devouring Mother – control disguised as care.

• The Temptress – she stirs chaos, desire, and transformation.

• The Storm / Volcano – when emotion moves through everything.

You might be thinking:
Holy shit. That’s a lot of energy.

Yup.
It’s LIFE.
It’s ALL of it.

And that’s what you are too.
You. Are. All. Of. It.

Let’s light this sacred fire.

🔥
–Jason

P.S. This is Jennie’s sacred territory. She trains women (and men) in how to feel, move, and embody the full range of life-force expression.

Yes—men can embody feminine energy too.
Just look at Mick Jagger. Or Jason Momoa when he’s laughing and flowing.
It’s not softness—it’s radiance in motion.

But for the deepest feminine training…
Turn to the Queen.

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Ozzy Osbourne Tribute

Ozzy Osbourne died today.

I was just a kid in middle school when my friend David Smith first shared Blizzard of Ozz with me.
“Mr. Crowley” was the track that burned itself into my soul.

Not long after, I bought my very first piece of music: a used cassette of Blizzard of Ozz from my friend Clay Ryan.
Five bucks in the middle school hallway. I still remember the moment the tape changed hands—
and I probably still have that cassette somewhere.

Next came Bark at the Moon. David had it on vinyl.
And from that moment on, Ozzy was just… always there. Through my youth. Through adulthood.
He wasn’t my favorite—that was Rush.
But Ozzy?
He was the background fire. The godfather of grit.
From old Sabbath to solo Ozzy… he never left the scene.

I talk a lot about being a sacred rebel.
Not a rebel without a cause, or some juvenile rejection of rules—
but a rebel against the machine, the lies, the conformity.
A rebel who finds his own voice.

That was Ozzy.

A warrior.
A sacred rebel.
An icon.

I didn’t expect this one to hit me. I usually don’t feel much around celebrity deaths.
But this one?
Ozzy was more woven into the fabric of my life than I realized.

Today, I had lunch with my son.
I told him all my Ozzy stories—middle school, the tapes, the hallway.
And on the ride home, he threw on Blizzard of Ozz and told me how cool it is.

Wow.

Just like that, a legend is gone.

And I wonder—what mark will I leave?
What will be remembered of me?

For now, I raise a glass.

To you, Ozzy.
May you truly rest in peace…
or begin the next adventure—
the way only you could:

As a Sacred Rebel.

Here’s to your next journey, brother.
- Jason

Feminine Sensation

I’m having fun sharing the core polarity practices that have helped me and Jennie build a long-lasting, passionate intimacy.

Yesterday, I talked about the Masculine Witness—and one of his three essential skills: Focus.

But what’s the feminine polarity to that?

Sensation.

Another word for it?

Feeling.

In my language—the Masculine is the Beholder.

The Feminine is everything it beholds.

And in its most human form… that means feeling.

Not just thinking about feelings.

But deep, rich, wild, unapologetic embodiment of emotion.

The highs.

The lows.

The rage.

The love.

The sexy sensuality…

The muddy, messy frustration (shoutout to Violet the Poop Cat).

SHE is all of it.

This is the practice.

Feel it all.

Feel more.

Feel deeper.

And EMBODY it.

This is Feminine Sensation.

And it is magnetic.

Focus creates sensation.

Sensation invites focus.

Polarity.

Let’s go.

—Jason

P.S. My wife Jennie is the Queen of this. She weaves movement, emotion, and embodiment into practices that open up a woman’s entire capacity to feel. If you ever get the chance to practice with her, take it.

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#EmotionalAlchemy

#SacredPolarity

#FeelToHeal

#EmbodiedFeminine

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