I am the son of mangroves, of salt and sea. A wounded son of exile, walking between seas – empire and homeland, body and spirit.
My name is Joseph, and I am here to walk the razor’s edge of loyalty and liberation. From the sterile halls of modern medicine to the scared circles of ancestral knowing, I carry both worlds within me.
I meet this moment without the need to define it.
For 7 years, I directed the care of over 35,000 patients in the machinery of modern healthcare. I knew every protocol, every procedure, every pathway through the system. I was efficient. I was great at my job. I was dying inside.
The empire of medicine taught me to treat symptoms, manage cases, optimize throughput. But the Salk of my ancestors whispered something different – healing happens in relationship, in pretense, in the sacred space between breaths.
I am here to disrupt without destruction, to liberate without abandoning.
The mangroves of my lineage taught me to live in the liminal spaces – where salt water meets fresh, where land meets sea, where ancient wisdom meets modern need. This is where the medicine lives.
I do not inhale for air.
Those who breathe for air have forgotten the power of body.
I inhale for acceptance
I inhale for life
I do not exhale to release.
Those who exhale to release have forgotten the weight of spirit.
I exhale to liberate
I exhale to become.
I do not teach for knowledge.
Those who teach for knowledge have forgotten the wisdom of body.
I teach to ignite.
I teach to remember
How a wonder healer found his medicine in the most ancient practice of all
Burnout, disconnection, and spiritual emptiness led me to my own healing crisis. The healer needed healing.
My first breathwork session cracked me open. I remembered what I had forgotten – that the body holds infinite wisdom.
Years training, practice, and integration. Leaning to hold space for others’ healing whole honoring my own journey.
Bridging ancient wisdom with modern understanding.
I believe that every person carries within them the medicine they seek. My role is not to give you something you don’t have, but to create the conditions for you to remember what you’ve always known.
The breath is our first teacher and our last companion. It connects us to our ancestors, to the east, to the present moment, and to the part of ourselves that knows how to heal.
“I am here to walk the razor’s edge of loyalty and liberation”
Loyal to the part of you that have never been wounded. Liberating the parts that have forgotten their wholeness. This is the sacred work we do together.
Whether you come referred by your doctor or called by your spirit, whether you seek healing in community or in the intimacy of private practice, the medicine if here.