45 next week!

 Coming 45 next week guys!

Never did I think 20 years ago I would be doing handstands at 45. When I was younger my ambition was to be a millionaire, to have big companies, houses and yachts. All the usual toys and tinsel that's glorified in society.

I had large enough companies that were a burden on me, had boats that gathered dust and did my head in. Had stashes of cash that I used to wake up in the middle of the night freaking out that someone could have seen me digging holes to hide it. Had workers and partners that tried to rob and ruin me.

Never mind the conformities that come with all this toys and tinsel. Its a head melt!

The ego can get caught in the monopoly board big time, the game of digits that never end.

What happened to me playing the game was my body over years was falling apart, riddled with ailments and sickness, my ego thought this was ok because as long as I had them stashes of cash everything would be ok. I could buy a new heart or whatever else went wrong. How insane to think like this!

Then one day just after my 30th birthday the big storm came, living in a cut throat dog eat dog world, my karma started to come to fruition. For the next 5 years I went on a downward spiral like you wouldn't believe. Funny though that it all came about right after I got this picture of the crying boy in my house clearance business. Apparently this picture carries a curse and it was just after getting one of these that my life went downhill.

But anyhow people wanted me dead for my paper and digits, having so much money I became a target.

I lost everything over the next 5 year period to then find myself at the age of around 35 in a Buddhist monastery analysing my life. Everything that I was acquiring was exterior and my interior was diminished. All the toys, tinsel and assets were a burden to me, stealing my freedom and time. There was no depth or substance to my character, I was a product of the monopoly board.

I told myself that day in the face of the Buddha that I'm going to make myself into something that can never be taken from me, something that comes everywhere with me. For the past 10 years my body has been the fast car, its been my yacht and the diving suit for the soul.

While we are always chasing on the outside, we never get to know who or what we really are on the inside.

Everyday I do handstands and pullups, every day I move in gratitude that I made it out of the ratrace intact and alive. 

Now that the body is firing on all cylinders, its gotta be kept planting and chanting.

I challenge you to phantom plant a tree

Peace and love

The Phantom Planter