Therapy tells you to talk.
I tell you to shut the fuck up and listen—to yourself.
I didn’t start this to heal the world.
I started because I was the biggest bullshitter I knew.
I lied to myself constantly.
Not the love-and-light kind of delusion.
The insane kind.
Fourteen years of mental loops. Porn. People-pleasing. Fake connections. Emotional masturbation dressed up as growth.
I was hypnotizing other people—
until I realized I was the one under a spell.
So I did something about it.
I broke my own fucking loop.
I dropped the soft shit.
I stopped doing hypnosis like a lullaby.
And I created something new:
🔥 Brutal truth.
🧠 Ego exorcisms.
🗡️ Sarcasm sharp enough to make your excuses bleed.
About the Clarity Dealer
🍄 And yeah—I’ve taken the trip.
Three pieces of a shroom chocolate bar cracked me open.
But it wasn’t the drug that saved me.
It was the notebook I brought.
The one where I wrote the rules for my rebirth:
A friend on that second trip reminded me: That was the day I stopped blaming my past, and started carving my future—with a scalpel.
A friend on that second trip reminded me: That was the day I stopped blaming my past, and started carving my future—with a scalpel.
- Bring in your own income
- Stop relying on handouts
- Fix your fucking excuses
- Move forward, or die standing still
“You can’t escape your pain. You have to go through it.”
What I Do Now:
I don’t soothe you.
I slam you with the truth you’ve been dodging.
You come to me stuck.
Repeating the same toxic pattern for the hundredth time.
“Oh, my trauma… I can’t commit because my mom yelled.”
“I can’t do anything right.”
“I’m not special.”
I’ve heard it all.
And I decided: I’m the one who burns it down.
You want clarity?
You’re gonna cry for it.
But after that? You walk out clearer, cleaner, and actually capable.
🔥 Coming soon: A 60-second breakdown of exactly what I do—if you flinch, it’s for you.
Why I'm Here:
I’m not here to suffer through life.
I’m here to strut through the chaos with a grin on my face and a flame in my hand.
I’m the guy who hands you a torch and says,
“Here’s your loop.
Now burn that motherfucker down.”
If you want comfort, go to therapy.
If you want clarity?
You’ve found your Dealer.