Keeper of the Loving Social Justice Medicine
Keeper of the Loving Social Justice Medicine
You’ve sat through the lunches, the contracts, the pressure. You don’t need another sales pitch. You need something real — one hour of breathing to feel the medicine for yourself, before sharing with your people.
Acupuncture was once dismissed. Today it’s medicine. Breath is next.
My name is Joseph Yeber.
I am not a doctor — I was a Healthcare Administrator, once responsible for the care of 35,000 elders.
Allow me introduce myself another way — in the fullest of ways.
I am the son of mangroves, palms, and blazing suns.
I am the grandson of tortured political prisoners, rhythmic dancers, and ancestral healers — here to carry medicine back to my people.
I once directed the care of 35,000 elders.
I knew the red lines. The contracts.
The meetings that ground down the soul of medicine.
I know what it costs to keep saying yes
when your body whispers no.
I reached emptiness.
I walked away, carrying a scream I could barely hear.
And I found my way back — by deeply listening.
I know the weight you carry because I carried it,
and because I once helped place it on your shoulders.
I am here now to return what was buried:
the breath as medicine — waiting in your own chest.
Your body already knows the truth.
The sleepless nights.
The pulse that won’t settle.
The weight of decisions stacked higher than your breath can reach.
And then — the numbness.
The quiet switch you flip to keep going.
They call it stamina. They applaud your endurance.
But inside, you know: It is not resilience — it is the system feeding on your silence.
This depletion is not your fault.
It is the chokehold of a system collapsing inward.
And still, you keep showing up — and they keep taking.
How long can you breathe through a chokehold before you break?
You don’t need another branded lunch-and-learn about “wellness.”
You don’t need a “resilience” module blessed by the same system that is choking the life out of you.
What you need is breath in your own chest.
One hour. One session. No bribes. No lies.
A chance to feel what we all want to feel.
To remember: healing is not only something you give — it is medicine you deserve to receive.
This isn’t theory.
It isn’t another wellness lecture.
It’s a return to your own body.
How would your life be different if you could…
Feel the tightness in your chest begin to soften
Sense the quiet return of breath where it once felt stolen
Experience a clarity no chart or checklist can measure
Restore the grounded fire beneath the numbness
This is not resilience rebranded.
This is forgotten medicine,
waiting for us to engage and remember.
Less than the cost of a steak dinner — and it gives you back what no drug rep ever could.
One session to remember the medicine you already carry inside.
Together we will
Settle safely into the moment — to feel seen beyond the chart.
Breathe in guided rhythm — to loosen your chest and steady your pulse.
Move beyond the noise of red lines and quotas — to remember quiet, presence, and space.
Sense the deeper current of breath — to reconnect with the soulful purpose that first called you here.
IMPORTANT NOTICE: This isn’t yogic breathing. It isn’t another commodified wellness hack propped up by private equity or venture capital. This is medicine that can never be bought, branded, or sold; because it already lives in you.This isn’t about me giving you something. It’s about uncovering the medicine you already carry inside.
“Breathwork truly was rehabilitating for me. I had improved pain, more energy, less anxiety, and clarity.”
Anesthesiologist Assistant, 9 years
“After my first breathwork session with Joseph, I felt a power within me I had never felt before — a new hope for myself and for life.”
Physical Therapist, 5 years
“Breathwork helped me tremendously after my shoulder surgery — the surgeons were amazed at my recovery rate.”
Registered Nurse, 30 years
One session. One breath. No bribes. No lies.
Special rates available for residents and medical students