WHAT HAPPENED AND WHY DID IT HAPPEN??

This summation is only part of the story. 

It was extracted from a novel which is soon to be published.

Part I — The Collision with Power

For much of my adult life, I believed innovation existed primarily to improve human life.

I believed medicine was fundamentally about healing. I believed finance existed to help build meaningful things. I believed institutions, while imperfect, ultimately protected progress more than they obstructed it. And I believed that if a person worked hard enough, created enough value, and remained disciplined long enough, truth and merit would eventually prevail.

For many years, my experiences appeared to reinforce those beliefs. The companies I helped build expanded rapidly. The technologies became more ambitious. Relationships with surgeons, researchers, institutions, and international partners grew. There were moments where it genuinely felt possible to transform medicine in ways that could improve or extend human life for millions of people.

Those years were exhilarating. I remember standing in operating rooms watching physicians perform procedures that once seemed impossible. I remember seeing technologies move from sketches and prototypes into real-world clinical environments. I remember early mornings and late nights around conference tables with engineers, physicians, scientists, and innovators discussing ideas that could fundamentally alter patient care.

There was innocence in that period. Not naïveté exactly - but belief.

Belief that innovation itself was enough. Belief that if something genuinely improved human life, the world would naturally support it. Over time, I learned the world was far more complicated than that. As our technologies, intellectual property, financial structures, and strategic relationships expanded, so did the forces opposing them. The higher the stakes became, the more I began encountering pressures that had very little to do with innovation, healing, or human advancement. Competitive interests. Financial interests. Political interests. Institutional interests. Regulatory interests. Every decision had to incorporate a multi-faceted analysis of what interests were at play. Then, underneath it all, were darker forms of influence that would override or undermine those decisions.

At first, the signs were subtle. Conversations became more guarded. Partnerships became more transactional. People who once appeared collaborative became territorial, strategic, or adversarial when large sums of money, ownership rights, intellectual property, influence, or political exposure entered the equation. I began realizing that transformational innovation does not merely attract admiration. It attracts resistance. Especially when it threatens entrenched ecosystems, existing power structures, massive financial interests, or institutional control. That realization altered my understanding of the world profoundly.

I remember sitting in meetings where the atmosphere shifted entirely once financial stakes crossed certain thresholds. The conversations no longer centered purely around science, patients, innovation, or long-term impact. They became increasingly dominated by leverage, control, positioning, risk exposure, strategic advantage, stock prices, and shareholder returns.

At times, it felt as though the original mission itself was slowly disappearing beneath competing agendas. That was deeply disorienting for me because I had entered much of this world believing innovation and value creation were the primary currencies that mattered most. Instead, I gradually witnessed how power often operates beneath the surface: through influence, through access, through financial pressure, through institutional relationships, through political leverage, through market forces, through narrative control.

The deeper I moved into high-level business, medicine, finance, intellectual property, entrepreneurship, and emerging technologies, the more I realized how interconnected many of those worlds truly were. And with that realization came a gradual loss of innocence.

I began seeing extraordinary innovations delayed, obstructed, politicized, litigated, manipulated, or strategically controlled for reasons that had very little to do with patients, humanity, or scientific advancement itself. I watched brilliant people become consumed by ego, greed, fear, competition, and power struggles. I saw relationships fracture under financial pressure. I saw how quickly public narratives could be shaped once enough institutional interests aligned around a particular objective.

What disturbed me most was not simply the corruption itself. It was how normalized much of it appeared to be. Over time, the pressure surrounding my own life intensified dramatically. I became deeply involved in the development of medical technologies across multiple disease areas. The work expanded rapidly into collaborations, partnerships, and joint ventures involving physicians, universities, research institutions, engineers, investors, and global medical organizations.

Many of the technologies I invented and pursued were highly disruptive. They were not incremental improvements nor minor refinements. They were transformational systems designed to fundamentally alter disease detection, anatomical access, diagnostics, treatment, and intervention. I was pursuing solutions to cure people. This, however, was in direct opposition to the “Disease Management” business model which had emerged in the Pharmaceutical and Medical Devices industry in the 1990's. 

"Disease Management" is a profit model – financially engineered by Dark Pharma and Big Money – to pump patients full of daily regimens of pills, potions, and injections over time to generate recurring revenues, maximize profits and appreciate stock prices.

The innovations I pursued in medicine and finance were disruptive in ways I do not think I fully appreciated initially. Large-scale systems rarely respond passively when meaningful disruption threatens established structures, financial incentives, or institutional control. Eventually, the pressure stopped feeling merely competitive. It became predatory and deeply personal.

Along with my benevolent inspiration to cure diseases and cancers came an unexpected resistance. Relationships deteriorated. Conflicts escalated. Public narratives emerged that often bore no resemblance to the facts nor my lived experience. Professional momentum became entangled with legal exposure, political tension, institutional pressure, and increasingly destabilizing conflict.

I remember sitting alone late at night after meetings had ended, staring at stacks of legal files, strategic documents, financial records, and communications spread across conference tables while trying to understand how a life devoted to building innovation had drifted into a world increasingly dominated by survival, conflict, and defense.

The psychological disorientation was profound. For years, I had believed discipline, innovation, intelligence, and perseverance could solve almost anything. But eventually I began realizing something much darker: there are forces in the world that do not necessarily reward innovation nor transformation.

Sometimes they resist it. Sometimes they monetize it. Sometimes they consume it. And sometimes they attempt to destroy it entirely. That realization changed me permanently. Not because it made me cynical. But because it forced me to confront the difference between idealism and reality. It forced me to understand that human beings must build internal structures strong enough to survive external systems that are often unstable, adversarial, political, predatory, and morally compromised.

And for the first time in my life, the principles that would eventually become Temple Being stopped being merely ideas about performance, discipline, or success. They became necessities for physical, psychological and financial survival.

Part II — Innovation, Disruption, and the Cost of Transformation

For many years, I did not think of myself primarily as an author. I thought of myself as a builder. A builder of companies. A builder of teams. A builder of systems. A builder of technologies. A builder of people and possibilities.

What drove me was not merely entrepreneurship in the traditional sense. It was the belief that transformational innovation - if pursued relentlessly enough - could fundamentally improve human life. That belief shaped nearly every major decision of my adult life. I spent years moving between operating rooms, laboratories, investor meetings, congressional offices, research institutions, strategy sessions, and international partnerships trying to help bring ideas into reality that many initially believed were impossible.

Some days began in surgical environments and ended in Washington, D.C. or China. Others began with engineers and scientists and ended in conversations about legislation, regulatory frameworks, intellectual property, financing structures, and institutional adoption strategies.

There were periods where my life moved with almost relentless intensity. One of the most important realizations I had early on was that many transformative ideas never fail because the science is wrong. They fail because the systems surrounding them resist change. That realization eventually led me into congressional lobbying and financial reform efforts.

At the time, raising capital for emerging companies was heavily restricted to wealthy institutional investors and accredited financial circles. Institutions and Investors who monopolized financial influence in protection of their "Disease Management" business model.

I believed ordinary people should have the legal right to invest in early-stage innovation and participate in wealth creation opportunities previously reserved for elites. That belief became part of the broader movement surrounding what would eventually become the JOBS Act and similar legislation that legalized crowdfunding.

I spent years and millions of dollars meeting with congressional offices, policymakers, advisors, financial professionals, entrepreneurs, and advocacy groups helping push for reforms designed to democratize access to capital formation. At the time, many people considered the idea unrealistic or dangerous. But eventually those efforts contributed to the legalization and emergence of crowdfunding models that fundamentally altered startup, and emerging growth finance.

Later, using the very framework I fought to legalize, I raised approximately seventy million dollars through the "Equity Crowdfunding" structures I had invented - something previously believed could not be accomplished at that scale. At the time, it was considered groundbreaking. What fascinated me most was not simply the financing itself. It was what the model represented philosophically:

Equity Crowd Funding gained ordinary individuals the ability to participate directly in innovation, ownership, and wealth creation rather than remaining excluded from it. "Main Street" could now pick the winners and losers in the world of ideas and finance that Wall Street had long monopolized. 

WE WON!

At the same time, the medical work on cures continued expanding aggressively. I became involved in collaborations and joint ventures with physicians, researchers, and institutions pursuing technologies across numerous disease categories.

I engaged in discussions, collaborations and joint ventures involving:

These projects existed at the intersection of medicine, engineering, intellectual property, and emerging technology systems. The scale of possibility felt enormous.

I remember all the moments sitting with physicians and scientists discussing technologies that could potentially detect disease earlier, reduce mortality, improve intervention accuracy, or fundamentally change treatment pathways for patients suffering from devastating illnesses. Those moments carried genuine meaning for me. Because beneath all the pressure, complexity, politics, and business structures, the original mission still mattered deeply: improving human life. And I was finally back on track serving that purpose once again.

I also became actively involved in broader disease awareness and legislative advocacy efforts surrounding conditions such as lung cancer, where mortality rates remained devastating despite the scale of the crisis. I participated in lobbying efforts connected to initiatives such as the Lung Cancer Mortality Reduction Act, the Lung Cancer Early Detection Promotion Act, and the Recalcitrant Cancer Research Act. Those experiences exposed me to another side of medicine entirely: the intersection between disease, politics, funding, public awareness, institutional inertia, and human suffering.

I began realizing how many transformative ideas struggle not because they lack scientific validity, but because existing systems move slowly, defensively, politically, or financially. Innovation alone is rarely enough. And over time, as the technologies, intellectual property, financial systems, partnerships, and institutional relationships surrounding my work expanded, so did the pressures surrounding them. Once again, what had felt primarily visionary increasingly became adversarial. Competitive interests intensified. Financial interests intensified. Political interests intensified. Institutional pressures intensified. I remember meeting a Senator to solicit his support for the re-allocation of NIH (National Institutes of Health) research monies to Lung Cancer Research. I was shocked when he had informed me that a Breast Cancer charity had just been in his office to lobby him against my initiative. I had entered this disease research world believing transformational ideas naturally inspired collective advancement.

I finally accepted what I had resisted for years: truly disruptive innovation does not merely attract opportunity. It attracts opposition. Especially when it threatens: existing financial structures, market control, institutional influence, regulatory leverage, or entrenched systems of power. And the deeper those forces converged around my life and work, the more physically, psychologically, and financially dangerous the environment became. Eventually, the pressure stopped feeling merely professional. It became existential.

And it was within that collision - between innovation, disruption, ambition, power, institutional resistance, politics, and personal collapse - that the deeper foundations of Temple Being were ultimately forged.

Part III — The Crucible

This when my life took the most unexpected turn.

Everything I had spent decades building - my companies, my innovations, my reputation, my financial stability, my family’s security, and eventually my own identity - collided headfirst with forces far larger, darker, and more ruthless than I had ever imagined possible. I was dragged back into the darkness of the very world I had spent my life trying to escape. Only this time, it was deeper. More sophisticated. More political. More brutal. More psychologically destructive.

The crucible is why and where my expertise comes to you not merely from success, study, philosophy, or observation. It comes directly from having survived a systematic, multi-year effort to destroy not only my career and companies, but my entire “Temple Being.” I was not simply challenged. I was dismantled.

For years, I had operated at the highest levels of medicine, finance, entrepreneurship, and innovation. During my executive career at three Fortune 500 Life Science companies, I witnessed firsthand the underbelly of Dark Pharma, Big Money, and the administrative machinery within government that protects entrenched financial interests under the guise of public service – ‘The Deep State’.

At first, I tried to work within that system. Eventually, I realized the system itself was part of the problem. So, I took the moral stand. I stepped out. I started my own company with the sincere and benevolent belief that transformational innovation could change medicine fundamentally. I believed diseases should be cured - not merely managed indefinitely through recurring pharmaceutical dependency models designed to maximize quarterly profits.

That belief became dangerous.

Over time, I innovated more than 250 multinational patents and trademarks and founded and built more than 28 companies centered around transformational medical technologies and procedural solutions intended to cure. I rallied scientists, physicians, engineers, researchers, and institutions from Stanford, Harvard, Mayo Clinic, Johns Hopkins, UCLA, and numerous additional organizations to collaborate on technologies designed to detect, treat, and potentially cure devastating diseases.

Our mantra was simple: “One and Done.”

Not lifetime dependency. Not endless pills. Not recurring injections. No. None of that. We pursued Cures and only Cures.

That philosophy disrupted powerful economic ecosystems built upon recurring pharmaceutical revenue models. At first, I did not fully understand how threatening that disruption truly was. Then the resistance began. After years of support from venture capital and private equity networks, funding suddenly disappeared. Meetings changed. Conversations changed. Doors quietly closed.

Eventually, I was told directly that I was being blackballed by "Big Money" because my business model was “disrupting the ecosystem.” I remember sitting in those conversations stunned. I genuinely believed making people healthy was the ecosystem. I still remember being told, in no uncertain terms:

“Bring us recurring revenue opportunities and you can still play. 

Keep trying to cure shit and acting like a superhero, and you are out.”

That moment changed me permanently. Because it forced me to confront something I had also resisted seeing clearly – that many systems are not optimized around healing, transformation, or human flourishing. They are optimized around preservation of power, control, and financial continuity.

So, I mustered the American Spirit and I figured out ways to chang the rules. I kept trying to “cure shit” and I acted like a “Superhero”. If institutional capital would not support transformational innovation, I would democratize access to capital itself. No threat was going to stop me.

This is when I became deeply involved in lobbying Congress on financial reform efforts tied to what would eventually become the JOBS Act and modern equity crowdfunding legislation. I believed ordinary people deserved the ability to participate directly in innovation and wealth creation instead of leaving those opportunities exclusively in the hands of elite financial institutions.

For my part, I succeeded at every legislative initiative I pursued in Congress. The JOBS Act and related Crowdfunding legislation brought Wall Street to Main Street. The Recalcitrant Cancer Act re-allocated millions of NIH research monies to Lung, Pancreatic, and Brain Cancer research.

Using the very frameworks we fought to legalize, I raised approximately $70 million from friends, family, everyday investors, and ordinary people who believed in our vision. We built what became one of the largest equity crowdfunded life science enterprises in history. Our research partners finally obtained access the monies they had long been denied to research recalcitrant cancers.

For a period of time, it felt as though we were proving something revolutionary: that ordinary people could directly fund transformational innovation, that disruptive medical technologies could bypass traditional gatekeepers, and that cures – not merely recurring treatments – could become the driving mission again. The implications extended far beyond medicine.

My equity crowdfunding structures threatened traditional venture capital control models. My procedures and technologies threatened entrenched pharmaceutical interests. Our success threatened the idea that innovation had to remain dependent upon institutional gatekeepers.

That made us dangerous. As the saying goes: “The first person through the door usually takes the first bullet.” I became that person.

UC Berkeley’s Haas School of Business and Fung Institute for entrepreneurial research eventually studied my equity crowdfunding structure and published a case study titled:

“How to Build a $710 Million Biotechnology Company in Silicon Valley… Without Silicon Valley ~ The Gerrans Chronicle.”

At the time, I viewed the publication as validation. In hindsight, it felt more like a signal flare. Sure enough, it became the latter. It became a "Dog Whistle".

Within days of the publication, our company E-mail systems and databases were subjected to what Google later identified as a highly sophisticated multi-vector cyberattack involving malware, phishing systems, and coordinated intrusion efforts. Our entire repository of corporate data was under siege.

Soon afterward, additional events began unfolding that seemed increasingly difficult to dismiss as coincidence. We learned two years later that within weeks of the Google hack, the FBI served a search warrant on Google, a discrete FISA subpoena, to access our entire repository of corporate data and e-mails, and that Google was given a gag order not to inform us of the illegal and ill-gotten search and seizure.

Our companies became infiltrated by individuals later connected to foreign intelligence interests, shell entities, and foreign actors posing as investors, strategic partners, and distributors of our technologies. Our company was crawling with domestic and foreign intelligence spies at every level. Internal fractures intensified. Pressure mounted from multiple directions simultaneously: financial, legal, institutional, political, and operational. Our company was under siege, being sabotaged, and dismantled from within.

Our businesses were subjected to years of investigation, scrutiny, and interference. Despite enormous resources devoted toward investigating our operations, no criminal conduct tied to the core business activities was uncovered.

Then the focus shifted directly onto me personally. What followed altered my life permanently.

Federal investigations and attacks intensified. In July 2018 my investment team and I arrived on Wall Street to begin what is called "The Roadshow" to take my company Public, via an Initial Public Offering, an "IPO". On Friday, July 13, 2018, while taking pictures in front the Bull statue on Wall Street, I was served with a Federal Indictment for 3 Counts of Wire Fraud amounting to $580,000. As the Book of the same name states, "When in doubt charge Wire Fraud". My lawyers quickly informed me that this was a common tactic. That insiders weaponized SEC and FINRA Laws and Regulations to remove competitive threats from the market. I learned that "A company is precluded from raising monies in the "Public Markets" if a director or officer is under indictment. Because a Grand Jury Indictment creates probable cause that a crime was committed." I was told in no uncertain terms:

"Your Fundraising and your IPO has been shut down by the Government."

They weaponized our Justice Department to illegally investigate and tortiously interfere with our private companies.

My assets were then immediately seized and frozen. I was rendered unable to feed my Family, no less afford my Defense.

I was de-banked entirely from the United States banking system an entire year before trial and without meaningful due process. On January 1, 2019, JP Morgan Chase, Wells Fargo, and Bank of America simultaneously closed not only my Bank accounts, but the Bank accounts connected to my wife, children, and businesses. In a single day, my family, my companies and I were financially erased. These psychopaths in our government weaponized our Banking System against us and, unbelievably, our Banks allowed it.

Then, within days of the indictment, one of the primary Foreign Intelligence assets, who infiltrated my Company as an Investor and who represented a Global Shell Company to contract with me to distribute my technologies in Asia, filed a Civil Lawsuit against me and the company – which mirrored the criminal complaint. This lawsuit was instigated to financially bleed out my defense, which it did.

I was subjected to an unlawful investigation, false arrest, corrupt prosecution, and a charging scheme designed not merely to prosecute me, but to remove me from the companies, technologies, patents, and systems I had spent my life building. Removing the head would destabilize the body. And that is exactly what happened.

After my forced removal from my own enterprise was orchestrated, 

a longtime CIA employee was ultimately placed onto the company’s Board of Directors.

The psychological impact of that moment is difficult to fully describe. One day you are operating companies, technologies, partnerships, payrolls, and international initiatives. The next, you cannot access your own resources or provide basic stability for your family. The stress became relentless. The frozen assets and seized resources thwarted my ability to fund my defense nor investigate a conflicted and corrupted Federal Prosecutor, who should have been thrown off my case, nor the foreign intelligence infiltration which had sabotaged my company from the inside. I was crippled. My companies destabilized. My family’s security collapsed.

At the same time, I discovered betrayals that cut even deeper, personally. I learned that my oldest brother, whom I hired to help him dig out of his financial debts and put his kids through Private School and College, had undermined me; while my younger brother had embezzled millions of dollars and later colluded with a conflicted and corrupted prosecutor to manufacture false testimony and false narratives against me. My younger brother was the "Black Sheep" of the family. We learned that he was a degenerate gambler, had a history of drug addiction, child molestation, and restraining orders for abusing and stalking women. The fear of prison justice was central to his cowardice and misconduct. This was a really big lesson for me. You cannot help nor save everyone. I believed that my brothers were redeemable. They were not. My father always said,

"If you run with Dogs, you are going to catch Flees".

Advisors I trusted revealed themselves to be corporate opportunists positioning themselves to seize control. Later they would raid my companies, sabotage my patent portfolio and rip off my investors, my employees, my family and I. I learned that my Co-Founder, whom I paid $1.5 million and let keep 20 million shares of stock to exit the company – despite documented dereliction, dysfunction and tyranny – had conspired with members of our Engineering team to steal our products, manufacturing process instructions and customers. They formed their own company to sell products they stole from us to our customers – whom they also stole from us. It was a literal den of thieves.

Worse, my Lawyers abandoned critical aspects of my defense and conceded my innocence to the prosecution. I still remember my Lawyer telling me, with his cagey smile and arrogance, “You are innocent. You should never have been criminalized. This case is a civil case if it is a legal case at all. It is a ball of yarn and I have the piece that is going to unravel it. Just relax and go through the process. Once you are exonerated your life will go back to the way it was.”

My Lawyer then proceeded to totally and completely abandon my defense. He conducted no investigation, brought no witnesses, no exhibits, and pulled out no piece to the ball of yarn. He sunk me.

Everything and everybody whom I believed to be honest, ethical, and righteous betrayed me totally and completely. All for their own selfish wants, needs and desires. Individuals, I once believed were allies, aligned themselves with forces working systematically to dismantle my life’s work. The emotional devastation was enormous. But it was only the beginning. What followed became psychological warfare. Disinformation campaigns spread aggressively. Every accusation imaginable was amplified publicly. The media was weaponized. My reputation was buried beneath narratives I, nor anyone who knew me, scarcely recognized.

Meanwhile, my wife and five children were forced from the home they possessed legal right and entitlement to during the COVID-19 pandemic while simultaneously cut off from their financial resources. I was isolated while my family suffered publicly. That reality nearly broke all of us emotionally.

Then came a method of confinement known as “Diesel Therapy”. To sever me further from my family, lawyers, legal materials, support systems, and defense preparation, I was repeatedly transferred between institutions. I was moved more than eighteen times. Sixteen transfers occurred within approximately the first thirty-three months alone. The instability was intentional. Disorientation became constant. This included more than 780 days - over two years - in solitary confinement.

Nothing in my life had prepared me psychologically nor physically for such prolonged isolation. One minute I was working 18 hour days and traveling all over the world. The next, I was locked in a cage with no lights - or with lights purposely left on all day and night. I was literally driven into the proverbial wall at 100 miles per hour.  The sudden stop and silence become oppressive. Time distorts. The nervous system begins changing. Enforced idleness sets in. Your mind, body and soul atrophy. You become physically weak, mentally broke, emotionally raged, and spiritually lost.

I was subjected to conditions of extreme filth, violence, illness, deprivation, and profound psychological pressure. At various points, I contracted severe infections, endured involuntary fasting after discovering that rat feces and bird excrement contaminated my food trays. I lost approximately seventy pounds, and experienced levels of mental, emotional, and spiritual exhaustion and torture I did not previously believe a human being could survive. I could not reconcile that this was actually happening in America – of all places. It was indignant.

That was the crucible. At least part of it.

And strangely, it was there - in the stillness, isolation, humiliation, betrayal, and collapse - that Temple Being truly emerged.

Building my Temple Being

When all four pillars of your life are attacked simultaneously - mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually - you are left with only two choices: collapse or rebuild.

I saw the collapse. I saw grown men quit. I saw them carried out on gurneys and in body bags. I recognized the evil that I was up against and I was reminded, once again, that God still had a very large hand in my life.

I chose to rebuild.

Inside that darkness, I began reconstructing myself deliberately. I sharpened my mind because it was the one thing no one could ever take from me. I read the Bible over nine (9) times. I built another Patent Portfolio. I replayed every year of my life. I imagined holding, playing and speaking to my wife and kids. I visualized a new future for us. I consciously activated my mind.

I worked to rebuild emotional regulation because bitterness and rage were slowly destroying me internally. The depression had me sleeping 16 hours a day. I could not understand why I was getting chest pain nor why, at times, I could not breathe. For the first time in my life, I was suffering anxiety. I had heard about it but never experienced it.

I focused on gratitude. I consciously worked to change my attitude. I learned to identify and name my emotions. Something I had never done. Once I named them. They became distant friends whom I would talk to or ignore. In either case, they no longer consumed me. I worked very hard to regulate my emotions. I held onto, and I held out for, hope. I created a future with my grandkids. I did everything I could to remain aspirational. This was far from easy when the silence was broken by the howls and cries of grown men, professional men (Doctors, Lawyers, Executives, Engineers) suffering in distress.

I rebuilt my body through discipline, breath, movement, and structure despite the confinement. I practiced Yoga. I made a gym out of my cell. I performed hundreds of lifts and exercises every day. I filled my bed sheets with books and lifted them. I filled the garbage can with water and performed lifts. I knew every gallon of water weighed 8 pounds. The garbage can was 5 gallons. That was my 40-pound weight. I collected other guys’ garbage cans, squeezed them through the bars, and filled them up. At one point I had 200 pounds stacked on my bunk, I got under it and pressed it as many different ways that I could think of to fatigue on every set. I did wall squats, handstands, push-ups, handstand push-ups, dips.

Even so, without being able to walk nor eat, my body deteriorated. I remember when I finally got to a general population environment, the walk to the Dining Hall was met with pain in my feet and legs. I was walking like an old man. I suffered with shin splints, tarsal tunnel syndrome and plantar fasciitis in my feet. It took me months to walk normally again. I had lost so much muscle in my legs that my Hips and Knees collapsed. I suffered tremendous leg pain. After I finally got an Ultrasound on my legs the Doctor wanted to strip out many of my veins because they had failed. That might have been the case, but I knew God made a perfect body for me, and that I could cure the problem. So, I denied the surgery and endured the pain. Years later, I cured myself through nutrition and by building back up the muscle that had been lost and, sure enough, the leg pain went away.

I rebuilt my spiritual pillar by searching desperately for meaning while staring directly into suffering, injustice, betrayal, and what I can only describe as genuine evil. I rallied God, the Archangels, the Apostles, my Guardian Angels, and my dead Ancestors. I spoke, prayed, and consulted with them. I visualized them at my back and at my defense. Collectively we fought back the devil and the wickedness that was upon us. I found comfort and kinship with Job, Joseph, Daniel and Jesus, among others. I found sorrow for the wicked, weak and pathetic individuals who brought this darkness upon me, my family, friends, employees, investors and companies. They hurt so many and destroyed so much. I knew what awaited them and I understood why it awaited them. I forgave them knowing their fate. I turned the cheek. They could no longer hurt me nor us.

The Four Pillars stopped being concepts. They became survival mechanisms.

Oftentimes, I was maddened by my circumstances and those of my family. I had worked so hard to achieve the financial security that had evaded me my whole life. I was on Wall Street taking an enterprise that I had built from scratch, valued at $1.34 Billion, with 250 of my own multi-national Patents and Trademarks, public. I had finally delivered significant financial security to my family and to so many more – only to have these lunatics in our government steal it from us.

The “Triangle of Power” was not invented theoretically. I drew versions of it on the walls. I, repeatedly, assessed each pillar. I identified my static position on the triangle and then activated the dynamic direction I was heading - while trying to maintain psychological orientation under prolonged isolation and uncertainty. This system was forged there. Not in comfort. Not in theory. Not in motivational seminars. In suffering.

I do not share this story to ask for sympathy. I share it to establish authority. I have lived through profound adversity, betrayal, loss, humiliation, isolation, psychological collapse, physical deterioration, and reconstruction.

I have looked directly into the abyss of human suffering and institutional power - and I discovered that the greatest battle was not external.

It was internal.

Would fear consume me? Would bitterness define me? Would suffering destroy my humanity? Would I surrender psychologically?

Or would I rebuild?

Temple Being is the answer to that question.

It is the architecture I used to reconstruct my life from the inside out when nearly every external structure surrounding me had been shattered. And if reconstruction was possible there, it is possible here, for you too.

My pursuit to help and heal people will persist.

These tools are intended not just to heal you, but to make you a Healer, too! 

Good Luck & Best Wishes