Being the Weirdo in the Dirt

Did all this shit really happen? Yup and Hollywood was going to make a movie about it all…..oh well.

Many decades ago, my wife and I had a badass loft condo in old time South Boston— aka “Southie”.

It was a great two-floor unit in a converted old school brick building, with 30-foot ceilings and 20-foot windows.

Our living room?

Half of the old school auditorium stage, complete with side curtain entrance. Real character. Right around the corner from the unit was the “D Street” housing project, which—at the time—was barely hanging on. It looked and felt forgotten, in the buildings and in the eyes of the people living there. You’d think people in charge would know by now that “affordable housing” doesn’t have to feel like a punishment for those living there. Eventually—after forever had passed—they finally started tearing down the worst parts and building new units.

New structures, fresh paint.

Shiny on the outside.

That’s where I came in.

See, at the time, that section of Southie was still “in transition.” (If you know what that means, you know what that means.) There were piles of dirt, debris, and old ghosts of violence and drug addiction everywhere—and me. I’d wake up on Sundays ( when it was warm), walk down to the D street Projects construction site, and sit in the old dirt to do my spiritual work. This wasn’t just a hobby. I knew of and felt the energy embedded in that land, I knew many people called residents in that area “D street dirt balls” and they were not, they are just people who accepted the energies dumped on them, people that needed some help, some way out of the loop.

Why Me?

☘️ Well, I was raised in the Mary Ellen McCormack Housing projects, right there in Good Ol’ Southie.

I know the frequency of depression, fear, addiction, and rage that soaks into walls and sidewalks of Housing Projects.

You can’t just slap some new stucco over that vibe and pretend the past didn’t happen. So, yeah, I sat in the dirt. Sometimes holding it like a lotus flower. Sometimes talking to it. Always working on the old energy contained in each molecule. And yeah, I got heckled while doing so. “Fucking weirdo.” “Yuppy fag nut.” “Fucking fruit loop.” where some of the old energies that were cast my way while trying to make the place better for all….

Gotta love old Southie.

(Side note: I was called a “long-haired gay boy” back in the 80s when my hair was sexy rock star length when I lived there as a metalhead semi bass playing kid. Then when I moved back in the 2000s with short hair, I was called “A fucking Yuppy.” I still don’t know what hair length would make my fellow Irish Bostonians happy.)

Anyway, weekend after weekend, I showed up. I did the work.

And when I felt the land was humming again, I left, and it was done.

And then something weird happened.

Or maybe something predictable (In my world)

A ripple started.

The whole area energy shifted.

The Seaport District in Southie—five minutes from us—exploded with growth.

Real estate prices skyrocketed in Southie. The vibe changed. People changed. It was like the land exhaled and let go. So the job was done and Helena and I both felt at the exact same time that it was then time to go and we sold our loft for asking price, no inspection wanted, almost instant occupancy after listing.

That, my friends, is what good karma smells like.

So we moved.

Helena put her finger on a map and said “Here.” So, we went “there.”

And we’re still there.

Why am I telling you all this?

Because being yourself matters.

Being a “fucking weirdo” if that’s what it takes—matters.

I’ve spent decades doing this work, owning a business with my wife in one of the most expensive business rent areas in Boston, where we did transformative work on Newbury Street (first block—aka, the fancy ass part). We helped people transform their lives, their health, their businesses, their spiritual wiring. And yeah, I thought it was all bullshit once, too.

I saw it happening in real time.

Stuff that shouldn’t happen. Stuff that changed everything. So before you write any of this off—before you call me a fruit loop—know this: Helena and I are just like you. We just decided decades ago to stop waiting for anyone else and start being the change. For decades, we’ve worked our energy, our spirits, and our asses off so that the “wild stuff” can happen IRL.

And it does happen. All the time.

So if you’re ready to shift something—yourself, your life, your world—buy one of our programs.

Not because we need it. But because you might.

With love from the dirt,

Brian

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So , what exactly is all this “inner peace” shit all about and how can the world be changed by someone who decides to look within with Life in Synergy® wellness programs you say?

Well, lets start off with the concept of waking up to see that all this mumbo jumbo spiritual stuff is indeed real and not the bill of goods that has been tainted by countless years of abuse by religion, false gurus, online “spiritual teacher” marketers, cult like practices and for some reason, anyone who wears yoga pants 24/7and calls themselves “ a spiritual teacher” because they are flexible.

Now if I sound like a bitter old bastard, I am not.

What I am saying is from a lifetime of professional experience and co owning 2 highly successful wellness studios in Boston for decades. If you have cured the blind, changed the energy of infertile women to allow them to have children, ended lifelong migraines in a single session, cured life long chronic back pain in a single setting, altered the course of countless lives by only using my connection to the cosmic mind and energy field, then you can tell me to clam up, if not, then clam up and read on because I am speaking the absolute frigging truth to you.

You are a broadcast tower that sends out the signal of who you are and affects the zone you are in. To coin a phrase I said to a very well know musician client that I helped years ago with a variety of issues, whom later used my teachings in a song that he wrote “ You are one with everything, theres no where to run”.

My wife and I live in Massachusetts and as I write this blog , a story was just released saying that Massachusetts is the best place to live. In fact, Massachusetts was named the best state in the U.S. to raise a family, read here. The town we live in was also voted the safest town to live in the entire country 2x. Now is this because of us and our practices? Ab-so-friggin-lutely.

Imagine states ( or countries) where there is ongoing turmoil like earthquakes, destruction, violence, racism, deception, sexism, jealousy, greed, lies, theft, etc? Well that is because the vibe needs to be ascended in areas like that and that in many ways they are stuck in a vortex of timeless repetition by the blind leading the blind. We are energy contained in a human form and leave an imprint wherever we go and if a person is full of shit, a liar, thief, etc…then that energy will stack up upon the layers of the like and well, turmoil will be the outcome. If however, you work on yourself and your deeper understanding of “it” all, then your vibe alters ALL that is around you and yup, you then live in the best state in the country and the safest town in the country. But if you are a liar you have a liar vibe, thief? thief vibe, good person? good vibe, truth bringer? truth vibe….get it ?

Do I sound pompous?

Why?

Because I am telling you the truth?

Should I deny all that my wife and I have done as a team to change lives and the world? Fuck that!…we are awesome and you should be learning from us vs being led off a universal cliff. Remember: “You are one with everything, theres no where to run” So study with us and discover secrets NOW….as life is short.

Brian Collins THE one and only Rabid Monk