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The question I hear most often is about the ten years I “lost” in prison. People see it as wasted time, but that’s a negative way of looking at life. Before I was sentenced to 27 years in a maximum-security penitentiary, I made a decision: one way or another, I would get out and I would get out better than I went in. Prison gave me something rare: time, without all the noise and distractions modern society forces us to consume. It was me, and the silence of a solitary cell.

Prison strips more than freedom; it dehumanizes. To survive, one must be a hero to oneself, for in a system of illusion, true freedom is ear.

When I had to go to prison there was a very short period when I thought it would wreck me completely. But after a short time I got into meditation because I soon realized that all I had now was time for myself in the solitude of my stinky and humid rotten and infested solitary cell. Life or God gave me the biggest present I could have ever dreamed of. I had to approach this opportunity with absolute dedication to make myself better in every way possible.

Struggling with mental and psychological challenges linked to selfishness, I learned that keeping both spirit and body active is essential. Physical activity became the key to building a strong foundation for life, honoring the vital connection between body and soul.

This web site is not about making money or looking to be famous. My struggle as a human being has been only one more in the long list that this universe has carried and will continue carrying. The problems I have dealt with can be too much for some and nothing for someone also, what I want to declare in these blog posts is that I am not here to judge anybody or looking for a pedestal. After eighteen years in prison long from my family and relatives as a foreigner serving almo