About the motorcycle mystic | From Anxiety to Shamanic Anxiety Clearing Guide

From Storm to Calm—A Journey Through Fear, Healing, and Freedom

The First Lesson: Don't Sit in the Back

In 2016, after two knee surgeries and months of rehab, I was standing at the driving school door the second I got cleared by the doctor.

My brother—a biker—had dared me years before: "If you dare to ride with me, I'll jump out of a plane." That wasn't a dare for me. I was all in. I was a skydiver. I fell at 190 km/h and wanted that speed on the ground. In the first ride I pushed him: "Faster! Faster! FASTER!"

Same thing in the second ride.

In the third ride I realized something: I didn't want to sit in the back anymore. It was uncomfortable. I didn't want someone else controlling the throttle. I wanted to ride myself. I wanted to open the throttle when I wanted.

I got my license. My first bike was a Yamaha MT-07. Today, it's a beastie MT-09SP.

The bike taught me something I didn't realize I was learning: Don't sit in the back. Take control. Ride through the obstacles.

At the time, it was just a thrill. Speed. Adrenaline. Freedom.

I didn't know yet that this lesson would save my life.

The Storm

In 2019 I moved to Austria. New country, new life, fresh start, new me. I ran the numbers in my head like I always did: new environment plus new opportunities equals different results.

Except the anxiety came with me. The fear. The triggers. The patterns I thought I'd left behind, like old data. The equation didn't add up. I thought I could outrun them. Oh, I was wrong. So wrong.

No matter where I went, the storm followed. Anxiety. Worry. Fear. The same patterns repeating like a broken record I couldn't turn off. It felt like my life was on repeat, like the Groundhog movie. My job was the only bright spot—the one variable that actually worked. Everything else? Chaos. I stopped trusting myself. Stopped believing things could change. I was losing hope.

I was stuck in a loop. Same inputs, same outputs. And the worst part? I knew it. I could see the pattern clear as day, mapped out like a dataset I couldn't escape. And I couldn't break it. The data was screaming at me: something had to change.

The Search

So, I did what any logical person would do. I tested everything. Mind control techniques. Self-help books. Meditation apps. Mind trainings. Mantras. Affirmations. Memory exercises. Breathing practices. I treated it like an experiment—try a method, track the results, adjust, repeat.

But here's what I found: they all hit the same wall. They helped for a while. The anxiety would quiet down. I'd feel lighter, more in control, like maybe this time it would stick. And then it would come back. Stronger. Louder. Like it had been waiting for me to let my guard down.

The data was clear: I was managing symptoms, not solving the root problem. I was putting band-aids on a wound that needed surgery. I needed a different hypothesis.

The Breakthrough

July 2020. I was scrolling through Facebook—probably avoiding something—when I saw it. An ad from a shamanic healing practitioner. I don't know why I clicked. Maybe I was desperate. Maybe I was curious. In my mind I was saying "let's see what he has here" and definitely knew that I would cancel if there were no results (I have already spent too much on all previous courses).

I started the intro course and then booked a live session.

And after that first session? I felt lighter. Not "I feel better today" lighter. Not "I just had a good cry" lighter. But "something just shifted at the root" lighter. Like a weight I didn't even know I was carrying had been lifted. Like someone had gone into the code and deleted the bug. Here I got curious where this can take me, what else could be cleared.

A few weeks later, a work trigger that used to send me spiraling—gone. Just... peace. The results were undeniable. This was different. This was working.

And then I realized something: This was the same lesson the bike taught me.

Don't sit in the back. Don't let someone else control the throttle. Take control. Ride through the storm.

The bike taught me the physical lesson. The shamanic work taught me the spiritual one.

The Transformation

I kept going. And I tracked the changes like the analyst I am.

Triggers that used to derail me were cleared. Anxiety that used to run my life disappeared. The drama and chaos got replaced with peace. The pattern had finally broken. Clarity and focus came in.

I'm at peace now. All the time. No more triggers. No more drama. No more anxiety running my life. I'm more focused. More relaxed. More free. The data doesn't lie: this works.

I'm in the eye of the storm most of the time now. Everywhere. At work. At home. In life.

Do I still get pulled out sometimes? Yes. Life happens. Triggers pop up. Old patterns try to resurface. But here's the difference: I recognize it immediately. And I know how to get back to center. Fast. That's the transformation. Not perfection. Recognition. And the ability to return. The storm can rage around me, but I know how to find my calm. Every single time.

The Training

I've been working with the shamanic practitioner since 2020. I activated my 3rd Eye through an ancient Mayan Rite. I completed three certification levels in shamanic healing. I've participated in plant ceremonies. I've spent time with Hopi natives, learning their wisdom. I've built a daily meditation practice that keeps me grounded, clear, and connected to truth.

This isn't theory. This is lived experience. This is the work that transformed my life—and now I guide others through the same journey.

The Bike: Before and After

The bike changed too. Or rather, I changed, and the bike became something else.

Before the clearing work, the bike was pure thrill – speed, adrenaline, a rush. After the clearing work, the bike became something else entirely: flow, oneness, moving meditation. I'm not just riding the bike—I AM the bike. We're one. Connected. In sync.

The bike didn't change. I did. Now, I ride my motorcycle as moving meditation, throttle wide open, because I've learned the bravest thing isn't ignoring fear—it's sitting in its center, utterly still, while the world screams past.

The Mission

Here's what I learned: you're not broken. You're blocked. And every method you've tried has been treating the wrong thing.

Think of it like this—you've been trying to fix the output without addressing the input. Anxiety isn't the problem. It's the symptom. The energetic blocks you're carrying—the unprocessed trauma, the stuck emotions, the patterns you inherited—those are the problem.

Clear them, and anxiety disappears. Ignore them, and nothing changes. Ever. It's cause and effect. Once you understand this, everything changes.

You stop managing. You start clearing.
You stop coping. You start healing.
You stop surviving. You start living.

Now, I guide others to that same center. Through 1-on-1 shamanic clearing sessions and weekday group meditations (Monday-Friday), I help people transform anxiety, fear, and worry into peace, clarity, and unshakable calm. This is deep personal development work that supports long-term emotional healing and mindset shifts.

By day, I'm still a data analyst—building tables, semantic models, and visualizations. By night (and early morning), I'm a shamanic guide. Because whether I'm analyzing data or analyzing patterns in the soul, the work is the same:

find what's hidden, clear what's stuck, and reveal the truth underneath.

People call me "the universal nudger"—because I don't push, preach, or force. I simply hold space, ask the right question at the right time, and gently nudge you toward the truth you already know but haven't been able to see.

Welcome to the motorcycle mystic

The storm is clearing. The road is opening.

Let's ride.

I'm against the idea that anxiety is something you have to live with. It's not a life sentence.

It's a pattern that can be released. That's what I do.

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