I left school at fifteen, stepping into the world of Construction, welding, and Heavy steel, fabrication. It was hard, gritty work, but it gave me what I needed—at least on the surface. Beneath the sparks and sweat, I lived with a strange sensitivity. I could feel people’s emotions, the moods of animals, even the energy in objects. It made life overwhelming. I never quite fit in, even though I tried. I wore the mask the world demanded, but deep inside, something sacred stirred—something I couldn’t yet explain.
Over time, that stirring grew stronger.
I was drawn to protect myself, to understand this sensitivity that felt like both a gift and a curse. That’s what led me to martial arts—first Taekwondo, then Ninjitsu, where I discovered elemental practices and ancient breathwork. Movement and discipline gave me grounding. And through meditation, I found a hidden doorway inside myself. The world around me was still demanding, but the stillness within whispered a deeper truth. I began to sense that my life had a spiritual purpose, something far greater than I had ever imagined.
My logical mind questioned everything. How could meditation and mysticism possibly help me survive, raise a family, or build a future? I had responsibilities. So I turned away from the call—again and again. And life responded in kind. Things began to fall apart: relationships, finances, opportunities. The harder I tried to stay in the old world, the more it pushed back. But no matter how far I strayed, that voice inside wouldn’t stop whispering, “There is more.”
That “more” became real the day I met William Cook Edwards. He was calm, wise, and deeply intuitive. Through him, I found the School of Inner Knowledge—a sacred sanctuary for seekers. I dove into Hermeticism, the Tree of Life, and soul alchemy. I’d work all day, care for my daughter, navigate the edges of a strained marriage, and then drive hours to classes, sometimes getting only a few hours of sleep. But I didn’t care. Something inside me was finally being fed. I was waking up.
However, I resisted.
Once I crossed into this new path, I couldn’t go back. The world I once knew—of force, grit, and survival—no longer held meaning. I was shedding the warrior and embracing the seeker. I remembered who I truly was: a mystic soul in a human body, here to awaken. Memories of ancient civilizations, sacred languages, cosmic wisdom—they all began to surface. I realized the divine spark within me wasn’t just real—it was alive, and it was guiding me home.
The journey wasn’t easy. I was tested constantly. People didn’t understand what I was becoming. Some thought I was lost. Others drifted away. But I found kindred spirits—other seekers and soul travelers. I let go of martial arts—not out of rejection, but reverence. I had grown beyond the sword. My new battles were inward. I studied in every spare moment, even when exhausted. Each sacrifice refined me. Each challenge shaped me. My soul was being forged in fire.
Then came the storm. In 2009, my wife suffered a heart attack, and everything I knew crumbled. I was left with my daughter and a broken life. That was the moment I entered the inmost cave. The darkness was suffocating. But I didn’t give up. I turned inward like never before. I faced my shadows—the pain, the grief, the guilt, the fear. I walked through my inner underworld. And in doing so, I began to transform.
What I found in that cave was ancient and holy. I stepped fully into the mysteries of Kabbalah, Hermetic magick, and the alchemy of the soul. I spoke to my ancestors. I communed with spirit guides. I reclaimed parts of myself I’d long abandoned. I stopped fighting the darkness and began to integrate it. I learned that true mastery doesn’t come from escape—it comes from transmutation. Pain became power. Shadows became light. I was no longer surviving. I was remembering.
I emerged with something greater than I ever thought possible: clarity. I knew who I was. I knew why I was here. My outer skills—from construction to precision craft—now blended with my inner wisdom. The spiritual and the practical weren’t separate—they were one. I became a bridge. I didn’t need to prove anything anymore. I simply needed to be who I truly was. I had found the sacred gold inside my soul.
As I re-entered the world, I brought this medicine with me. I realized that everything I went through—every scar, every loss—was initiation. I wasn’t here to teach from theory. I was here to guide from lived experience. The journey wasn’t just for me. It was for those who, like me, had felt lost, overwhelmed, or broken… but who knew, deep down, that they were here for something more.
This new path demanded everything of me—and gave me everything in return. I died to who I was, and I was reborn as who I truly am. I no longer fear the unknown. I walk with it. I don’t seek validation. I walk in truth. My soul is my compass, and love is my path. I live in service now—to help others rise, remember, and realign with their cosmic purpose.
Now, as a co-founder of *M & M Hermetic Mastery*, Michael is ready to share not only what he’s learned over 38 years but also the hidden teachings of mystery schools from across the globe. His belief is simple yet profound: those who are drawn to the school are ready to uncover their true potential. His mission is to help others navigate not only the visible world but also the unseen realms, empowering them to tap into their infinite, powerful nature.
For Michael, the journey has come full circle, and now, as a guide, he is ready to light the way for others.
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