About the Golden Monkey 🐒

The monkey mind behind the brand. The one who actually lives the Golden Monkey Life.

I am a guru. I am enlightened. I am the calm, grounded, serene presence you’d expect to find running a publication about inner alchemy and the Schumann Resonance Field.

I’m kidding. 🍌

I am the monkey. 🙈

The restless, excitable, tangent-chasing, cliff-stepping, perpetually unfinished, hands-covered-in-soil monkey who woke up one day and realized the global industrial food system was designed to keep people dependent — and instead of getting angry, I started digging.

That was the beginning of all of this.
A realization in the garden that made the monkey smile.
A garden is filled with the miracle of life.

The Honest Picture

I am a student of many things and a master of precisely none.

Alchemy. Permaculture. Blockchain. Artificial Intelligence. Quantum Mechanics. Human Design. Sacred Geometry. Schumann Resonance. Ancient Wisdom Traditions. Sufi Whirling. Meditation. The Bhagavad Gita. Bhakti Yoga. The Tarot. The way mycelium networks feed everything from below without anyone even seeing it working.

I hold all of these simultaneously, incompletely, and with genuine devotion.

One might ponder whether this is a liability or a gift. The monkey has pondered it extensively and landed somewhere right at the edge — which as the permaculture saying goes, “the edge is where it’s at.” The edge is where the most biodiverse systems of life thrive, where two entirely different systems meet. That is where I live.

The unfinished credential. The half-completed Diploma in Applied Blockchain Technology. The project still rooting itself into the ground. These are features. Every unfinished thing is a root growing somewhere the finished version couldn’t reach.

What I Am Actually Doing

Right now there is soil under my fingernails.

I am growing food. I am building something that nourishes people outside of the system designed to make them dependent. Physical work, real soil, real plants, the particular satisfaction of a swale dug and bananas planted by your own hands before sundown.

This is the outer work.

The Golden Monkey Life is the inner work that runs alongside it — and the discovery, which surprised me more than anyone, that these two things are one and the same.

How the Field Found Me

I have been sensitive my whole life.

To atmospheres. To shifts in a room before anyone has spoken. To something moving underneath ordinary days that I could feel and chose to follow.

For years I did what most people do — I managed it, explained it away, pushed through it. The sensitivity found new ways to announce itself anyway.

Then I found the Schumann Resonance.

The Earth’s electromagnetic heartbeat — resonating at 7.83 Hz in the cavity between the planet’s surface and the ionosphere. I started reading the field because I wanted to innerstand my own experience. I kept reading it because what I found changed the question entirely.

The question moved from: why do I feel like this?

To: how do I work with this consciously?

And the framework — one I had been pondering for a while — made that shift legible. Something that had been sitting in the Western esoteric tradition for centuries, dressed up in the language of medieval chemistry.

Alchemy.

The field is the crucible. The monkey mind is the lead. The fire is whatever life sends that the monkey didn’t schedule and cannot negotiate with. And the gold — the stillness, the clarity, the genuine aliveness underneath all of it — is what’s revealed when the fire has done its work and the monkey finally stops fighting.

That is the whole teaching. Everything here is a version of that.

The Foolish Part

The Fool — card zero in the Tarot, the one stepping off the cliff with everything he owns in a bundle on a stick — is the hero. The willingness to step off the cliff, to carry the bundle on a stick, to let the dog nip at the heels and keep walking — that is the only honest relationship with a mystery this large.

The Golden Monkey Life is the practice of being the Fool with awareness.

Stepping off the cliff — and knowing it is a crucible.
Carrying the monkey mind — and knowing it is lead on its way to gold, knowing that this is a continual process of refinement. Letting the crucible shake you a bit — and knowing the shaking is the refining.

The monkey is still very much in the crucible. The fire is very much on.
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The difference is: I know what a crucible is now.

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