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I’m humbled by this extraordinary moment in time to be celebrating my birth.

Smack dab in the middle of this most auspicious personal and collective rebirthing birthday.

I am filled with one of the many sweet nectars of life — and my heart is overflowing.

With the pure distilled essence of joy and reverence, as I rebirth into this sacred 36th year of life — into this master number 9.

My life has been fraught with challenge, hardship, tragedy, loss, death, tumult, depression, suicidal thoughts, struggle, strife, immense sorrow, existential turmoil, two near death experiences as a child, a lifetime of living with chronic illness, countless emergency room visits, birth, developmental, and shock trauma, a jewish lineage abundant with suffering — survival consciousness engineered into the fabric of my soul. The truth is, I’m one of the fortunate ones — and I know this.

Along the way, I’ve learned that suffering is subjective and relative. We can never truly know the depths of suffering one is navigating or the unique structure of the maze they are navigating.

Here I am, smiling.

At life.
With life.
For life.

Smiling, as I have, since the earliest days. Living up to my childhood nickname, Smiley.

I am devoted to life.
I am devoted to healing.
I am devoted to liberation.
I am devoted to remembering.

I am a symbol — and living embodiment — of devotion.
I am a symbol — and living embodiment — of life and love.
I am a symbol — and living embodiment — of health & vitality.
I am a symbol — and living embodiment — of full cellular knowing.
I am a symbol — and living embodiment — of freedom, joy, and bliss.

I acknowledge, claim, and declare:
I am life.
I am healed.
I am liberated.
I am awareness.
…and I remember.

I am blessed.
and I am the blessing.

Life is bittersweet…and I’m honored to have chosen to know the flavor and texture of this essence, in the core of my being.

I’m grateful for every ounce of bitterness, as much as the sweetness.

To know and feel tenderness, joy, peace, and equanimity juxtaposed by a history of suffering, is an awe-some wonder.

Every drop, earned with pounds of blood, sweat, and tears…most unseen, unspoken, and unknown by others.

I am so so grateful for a lifetime of unending encouragement, support, care, and love.

I am so fucking supported. Truly.

As it should be for every human being, regardless of age, gender, or race. Yet, sadly, I am one of the privileged ones — and I know this.

I know nothing other than to be supported, for this too was engineered into the architecture of my soul.

If not for the support of my family, since before I could speak or walk, I would be dead.

My life is a testament and symbol of support — the unassailable need for care — and for the nature of dependency itself.

For the hand and heart of another.

I was dependent on my caretakers…and on the medicine, insulin.

It’s been a long and winding road to reclaim my sovereignty and autonomy — and to be honest, I’m still climbing the mountain I’ve already summited.

Need is what makes you and I human. You are worthy, in lieu of your need — and because you need.

What is more intimate than to need another?

Thank you to the team of doctors, nurses, EMT’s, and medical staff who saved my life. Twice. Before the age of seven.

I needed you — and you were there. I am alive, because each of you.

Thank you to the extraordinary — and ordinary — humans, the ones named and remembered — and especially the unnamed ones, tucked away in memories long forgotten.

Thank you to my teachers, guides, healers, mentors, masters, friends, and family. Thank you to my parents Alan Fried & Sharon Telepko — and all of my ancestors, across all timelines, for bringing me into form, in this life.

Always, in all ways, I am a student of life.

…and, I am a teacher of the ways of the heart — the healing way.

I am a medicine man — of the heart.

Life is a miracle.

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦.

Witnessing the miracle — and the magic — bowed to the great mystery.

I cherish this sacred, holy, precious life.

The high’s and the low’s.

Even when those lows end with seizures, EMT’s, and the emergency room.

Thank you. To each of you. I love you.
Thank you Gaia — and all your inhabitants.
Thank you Great Mother.
Thank you Great Father.
Thank you to the cosmic child
that dwells in the eternal flame
of the hearts of the sanctified.

I’m here to give — a drop — or the ocean.
Whatever you have the capacity for — and so much more.

And I need you.
I need you — my family.
I need the support of my tribe.
I can’t do this without you.

❤ ❤ ❤

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝.
𝐊𝐞𝐧. 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝.

>> → If you have the means AND the genuine heartfelt desire then I welcome — with wide open arms, a heart full of gratitude, and a smile — any and all financial birthday gifts. No amount is too small, no amount too large. Most especially I have no expectation and absolutely no judgement — only love.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘗𝘢𝘺𝘱𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥@𝘨𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘰 @𝘒𝘦𝘯-𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥

>> → If you need/want and/or are curious how I can support your healing journey, visit this page.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐤’𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐚 𝐊’𝐢𝐧

So be it, so it is.
It is done. It is done. It is done.