I want to start this article by making three statements that I expect you not to believe if you have never participated in any level of the personal transformation that is the primary focus of all our Radical Freedom Programming. If I'm correct, then this is a perfect place to begin our journey:
You are very likely not who you think you are.
You think you are who you were told you are.
You find the idea of discovering these things to be true, modestly exciting!
I am, and the Radical Freedom Project is, fully committed to innovative concepts in life-engineering programs and curriculums for the purpose of personal transformation in the lives of young and old, regardless of background or present circumstances. We seek to spotlight the capacity of every participant who comes our way to conceive, believe, and achieve their deepest desires, most beautiful dreams, and greatest potential. This article is being presented as a personal introduction to the work we do here as a community. Consider this to be your warm and authentic invitation to become an addition to a truly unique community of beings. May every false ideation of separation, aloneness, not-good-enoughness, and judgment be completely, utterly, and forever consumed by the fires of your personal practice and discoveries. You have always been good enough. You have never been alone or separate, and judgments are nothing more or less than by-products of a lack of understanding by self-appointed judges.
Before we begin, please permit me to tell you something about where I come from and the personal transformation I experienced firsthand that became the catalyst that has become my purpose in life—the Radical Freedom Program. Knowing the backstory might be useful in understanding the nature of what you will find here. As of the date of this writing, January 2nd, 2025, I've spent 58 years on the earth. In that time, I've lived what has felt like a lot. During the first two-thirds or more of that living, I spent a considerable amount of energy and focus judging experiences as either good or bad and framing life events within the context of this-or-that thing happening "to me!" But in the last couple of decades, a dramatic shift within the deepest parts of my being transpired, and nothing has been or ever will be the same again. I'll start at the beginning rather than the end for more clarity.
What my purpose for being born would be, who I would become, and even the foundations of my thinking and core beliefs were all collectively determined for me years before my mother would meet my father for the first time. She had carried a clear vision of her own life's purpose since childhood. That purpose was me, and the "idea of me" had been precisely settled in her mind from her youth. Since doll-playing days, she had envisioned raising a perfect Christian boy to become a perfect Christian man and a minister in the church. My training began in utero. Her expectancy ran deep into multiple generations, and neither she nor my father had reservations about those expectations. They were what was to be. She knew it and was manifesting her certainty. Mother shared these things with me in storied form when I was a small child, from my earliest memories. They were a source of pride to her.
As a very young child, when I actively pursued her dream of "me," there was lavish praise—all was good and right with the world. When I became less than a demonstration of her grandiose idea, the atmosphere chilled with disappointed expressions. It didn't take long to realize that I would never reach the bar that had been set for me, and I was surely destined to become a spectacular disappointment to all, and so I did
My story is for those of you who may have also felt that you weren't good enough for something or someone. I understand how that feels. I've lived it, and because of it,
compassion rises in me. I know what comes later down the road due to carrying this feeling around, and there is no judgment. I get it. I find love in my heart for those who got a start in life believing that they would never be worthy of love or deserve to be loved for who they are without the need to fix something or please someone else.
I also know what it is to eventually become shunned by one's family for irreconcilable differences of belief or a simple lack thereof. My family members have been deeply fundamental in their religious faith for generations. As I grew into a teen, actively studying for the clergy, an inability to accept their faith as my own began to grow, along with unanswerable questions. My abysmal lack of faith meant to them that I was a threat. I was not equipped to grasp the idea of the threat I posed or find a remedy for it. Thus, as the years passed, excommunication became a way of life; in time, all but my mother, father, and a dear aunt separated themselves from me, and I separated myself from them.
So, if you are someone who has felt cast aside, disowned, or thrown away by people you've loved and depended upon for the comfort of connection, know that I have also known that kind of pain and stepped deeply into the illusion of separation—even spelling and pronouncing my name differently at one point so as not to be questioned regarding my well-known family. Experiences like these leave a mark inside—a stain until it is cleansed and released. I lived decades without the connections I perceived others around me to enjoy.
For years, I felt the sting of total separation, aloneness, and alienation within the innermost depths of being. For this reason, there is an inviolable love within me for others facing those feelings. As mentioned above, I know the darkness where emotional pain and traumas like these often lead. I once felt the terror of these same storms, and I know what it is to weather their aftermath in every conscious moment. There is simply no judgment reflex in me toward the shadowy life experiences of others; they have also visited my life.
Regardless of how improbable notions of success eventually became, I never gave up on aspiring to be someone or something my mother would be proud of, but I could not play the part she had cast me for—the role of a preacher of her personal beliefs; I began to seek a substitute source of pride and accomplishment. In my search, I discovered a remarkable talent for developing ideas into successful businesses. So, I applied my energies to that talent in anticipation of gaining approval from the one person I believed at the time held the keys to my self-esteem, but it never came in a way that filled the void within. There was always an overarching sense that, although I had succeeded, I had failed.
When measured by any other social standard, I "had it all," but when looking into my mother's eyes, I had "lost my soul." There was no questioning the meaning of her otherwise unexplained sadness. So, I began the process of quieting the deafening silence with alcohol, a variety of narcotics, and a lifestyle filled with excesses of hedonism. There is no value in listing them here.
To whatever depth of learning your journey may have taken you or may still be taking you, I'm well acquainted with the emotional and spiritual costs of the trip. I fully understand what it is to look around and wonder, "How did I get to a place like this? What
happened to me?" I also know what it feels like to think, "There's no way to get back home from this hell." I know the overwhelm that accompanies paralyzing fear, and I'm here to tell you that no matter how far down a rabbit hole you may have taken the crazy train, you are loved right now, you are understood, and there is no judgment. My life has prepared me for this time, this place, and you.
So many people I meet tell me right up front, "Dwayne, you just don't know what I've done, where I've been, how I've failed, who I've failed, or what other people say or have said about me. I've messed everything up over the years." You may be correct; I may not know these details of your life, but the elements of your circumstances do not determine the content of your potential. The past does not define you or dictate your present reality. You are so much more than however many mis-takes you may be recording as if they were the measure of your value. They are not you—not here, not now, not anymore!
What you have experienced is valuable but must never become the boundaries of your dreams. I know how difficult it can be to imagine that anyone will ever hear you without labeling you, really see you without judging you, and love you completely without demanding something of you—something you don't have to give. I know that feeling, and I was wrong when I believed it. If you believe it, you, too, are mistaken, and our Radical Freedom communities stand as evidence of that fact.
I write this letter today and have worked to develop these programming protocols over the last 15 years because I know what it is to lose everything: family, friends, economic wealth, personal freedom, and human dignity. I understand the sting of failing in the most important responsibilities as a father and husband, and I know the mind-bending surprise of blindside slander and defamation by those who know the least about the realities of my personal life. I've also felt the reproach that can come from society, even years after false stories are spread through uninformed social circles and commercially driven news cycles in ragtag papers that care little for the lives of those they may affect with untruths and half-truths. I know about "baggage" and how the world often takes strange entertainment from negatively charged drama until the script is flipped on them. I have personally lived with these experiences, and my heart aches for others who may taste the bitterness of the same cup.
I would like all who read these lines to understand that, aside from the power to push us toward positive evolutionary change, the errors of time now behind us are not significant components of our individual stories. There will always be those who feed upon decay, search for treasure under tombstones, and share, with great enthusiasm, what they may have found in the graves of our past—bones upon which we have grown into who we are today. I have shared my valley of shadows with you for a much higher purpose, and I now point to the underlying message worthy of this space.
Let us draw our focus to a path leading to freedom, to that personal transformation of which we so often speak, to the epic journey that binds us together, and to a rich life beyond the death of that which separates us from liberty! The mission ahead through this guide and all we do at the Radical Freedom Project through books, classes, one-on-one educational services, and community support groups is done to inspire those who have come our way to seize the riches of hope, the fortunes of a new and expanded vision, the radical freedom to live as desired, and to reveal more good than they dared dream of before! May our thoughts and meditations be fixed upon the possibility of inner peace and joy that springs up beyond the trauma, pain, fear, addiction, PTSD, depression, or whatever negativity may have attached itself to our individual or collective subconscious, core beliefs, and resulting programming along the way.
I know it is within each of us to possess a more nourishing state of being because I've walked the valley of the shadow of death and discovered a way out—a way back home! On this remarkable journey, I discovered something pure and true—the presence of love, abundance, purpose, and the absence of fear. It had been waiting there, filling the intricate fibers of empty space—surrounding me always, and in that emptiness were gifts that I'd not expected until it occurred to me to look for them in a new way. Once again, I rediscovered my most treasured companions—my wife and our children. They were still present at my side, as they always had been, despite the time spent in self-imposed blindness and imagined desertion.
Other beings of light, such as the Rev. Michael Bernard Beckwith and Dr. Bruce H. Lipton, unexpectedly allied with me as supporters and mentors. They became bearers of the hope preparing to come into form through me, and I owe them both a gratitude never to be forgotten. These men of vision looked at my world and saw only the good being born even though I had arrived at a perceived low point of existence. They told me nothing was impossible; I began to believe it and see it! Today, my message is that your total freedom—your radical freedom—to act, speak, and think as YOU desire is a mere shift in perception away. It is attainable. You have within you the power to decide for yourself to take up a path that will lead you back to wholeness, connection, and vision! This is what I know for certain because I've done it myself. Out of no way, a way was made back home for me, and I've spent the rest of my life helping others, just like you, find their way. You are not alone.
As I write to you, the most transformative understanding I've encountered on the journey leaps from the pages of life and becomes obvious: separation is a toxic illusion. We are each inseparably bound with all of life and part of an indivisible, living, breathing, cosmic organism. I desire to share what I've learned with all who are ready and eager to take that first resolute step forward into a novel encounter with self-determination. Thank you for being here with me. Thank you for reading my letter of hope. Something transforming, bright, and beautiful is just ahead—here comes the sun again. Begin to expect it now if you like. Something good is trying to happen! Can you feel it?
Peace, Love & Freedom,
Dwayne V.
Feels good to even say it after all this time!