This isn’t just an “About Me” page.
It’s a story of rising from trauma into truth.
Every scar, every silence, led me here—
To healing, awakening, and remembering the light I’ve always carried.
My childhood was not innocent—it was stolen.
At the age of three, my father was deported. His absence left a void that was quickly filled with confusion and instability. But what followed was far more devastating. From the age of four until seventeen, I was sexually abused by my uncle—someone who was supposed to protect me. Instead, he shattered my sense of safety, my trust, and my identity.
The abuse wasn’t just physical—it was psychological. It conditioned me to believe that silence was survival, that pain was normal, and that my truth didn’t matter. I lived in fear, shame, and isolation. And as if that weren’t enough, I also endured physical abuse from my stepfather, compounding the trauma and reinforcing the belief that love came with violence.
I grew up feeling invisible. I learned to hide my emotions, to shrink myself, to disconnect from who I truly was. I became a master of pretending—smiling on the outside while silently screaming on the inside. I didn’t know how to ask for help. I didn’t even know I deserved it.
For decades, I carried this pain alone.
At 35, I found the courage to speak my truth. I went to the police and reported the abuse. I thought my family would stand by me. Instead, they turned against me. They blamed me for my nana’s death, saying that if I hadn’t exposed her son, she would still be alive. Not one person stood beside me. I was grieving, isolated, and betrayed—but I stood in truth.
The trial lasted three years. My uncle attempted suicide three times. He was found guilty and sentenced to 12 years in prison. During that time, I lost both my nana and my older brother. The grief was overwhelming—but it was also the beginning of my awakening.
Adam Anderson
In 2021, just after the world had been shaken by the isolation and uncertainty of COVID, something began to stir within me. I was still carrying the weight of my past—years of abuse, betrayal, and grief—and I was searching for something, though I didn’t know what. I felt broken, disconnected, and numb. But then, something started showing up.
Ho'oponopono.
It kept appearing—on YouTube, in my feed, in random conversations. I tried to ignore it. I wasn’t ready. But it kept coming back, like a whisper from the universe, gently nudging me toward something I couldn’t yet understand.
Eventually, I surrendered. I clicked on a video. A woman was speaking about Ho'oponopono and its core teaching: taking full responsibility for everything that comes into your experience. I was angry. How could I take responsibility for the abuse I endured? For the silence? For the betrayal?
But something in me cracked open.
I discovered the Ho'oponopono Certification Course by Dr. Joe Vitale and Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len. It was on sale—a bundle. I felt the pull and couldn’t resist. I bought it. And then I immersed myself in it. I watched the videos again and again, letting the teachings seep into my soul. I began to repeat the four sacred phrases:
I love you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.
At first, they felt foreign. Then they felt painful. And then—they felt like home.
These words became a lifeline. They didn’t erase the past, but they began to shift my relationship with it. They helped me reclaim my power, not by denying what happened, but by choosing how I would carry it. I began to understand that taking responsibility didn’t mean accepting blame—it meant reclaiming my ability to heal.
Then came the Advanced Ho'oponopono Practitioner Course—and that was the moment everything changed.
This wasn’t just a course. It was a portal. It introduced me to new modalities: EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique), Reiki, tapping, and metaphysical principles. Each one felt like a missing piece of a puzzle I didn’t know I was solving. I followed the call. I studied. I practiced. I healed.
And I excelled.
I didn’t just learn—I transformed. I became a Reiki Master Teacher, trained by three different mentors, each offering a unique lens of wisdom. I became an EFT Master Practitioner, a Clinical Aromatherapist, a Meditation Teacher, and an Advanced Ho'oponopono Practitioner. I earned my Bachelor’s degree in Metaphysics, and now I’m studying to become a Doctor of Metaphysics.
It still makes me smile to say it—Doctor. Wow.
Ho'oponopono didn’t just help me heal—it helped me remember who I am. It helped me reconnect with the divine truth that was buried beneath years of pain. It helped me raise my vibration, reveal my light, and step into my purpose.
Healing didn’t just become my path—it became my purpose.
After awakening through Ho'oponopono, I felt a deep, undeniable pull to explore the many dimensions of healing, energy, and consciousness. Each modality I encountered was more than a technique—it was a mirror, a teacher, a sacred key unlocking parts of myself I had long forgotten.
I didn’t pursue mastery for recognition—I pursued it because my soul demanded it. I needed to understand the energies that shaped me, the traumas that tried to define me, and the light that was waiting to be reclaimed.
My studies have been vast, immersive, and deeply personal. They include:
Beyond the certifications, there is the wisdom of experience—the teachings etched into my soul through pain, resilience, and awakening. My life itself has been my greatest teacher.
I’ve also begun developing my own healing systems, including The Mythos Codex—a modality born from my personal journey, blending metaphysical principles, energy work, and soul remembrance. It’s a living system, evolving as I do, and designed to help others reconnect with their divine blueprint.
There is much more to my studies—too much to list here. But every course, every teacher, every sacred initiation has been a thread in the tapestry of my becoming.
I didn’t just learn—I transformed. I didn’t just heal—I remembered. And now, I walk this path not just for myself, but for those who are ready to awaken to their own truth.
I share my story not to dwell in the past, but to illuminate the path forward—for myself, and for anyone who has ever felt broken, silenced, or forgotten.
For too long, I lived in the shadows of trauma, carrying wounds that weren’t mine to bear. I know what it feels like to be unheard, unseen, and unsupported. I know the weight of silence, the ache of betrayal, and the loneliness of healing without a hand to hold.
But I also know this: healing is possible. Not easy. Not linear. But possible.
My mission is to be the voice I once needed. To hold space for those who are still finding the courage to speak. To remind others that their pain is valid, their truth is sacred, and their healing is their birthright.
I don’t share my journey for sympathy—I share it to offer hope. I share it to say: You are not alone.
If you’ve been told to stay quiet, I’m here to tell you to speak.
If you’ve been made to feel small, I’m here to remind you of your power.
If you’ve forgotten who you are, I’m here to help you remember.
Your story matters. Your voice matters. Your light is not lost—it’s waiting to be revealed.
This is the heart of my philosophy:
Remember your truth. Reveal your light. Raise your vibe.
These words are more than a mantra—they are a map. A guide back to your essence. A call to rise above the pain, to reconnect with your soul, and to live from a place of authenticity and alignment.
Through every healing modality I’ve studied, every soul I’ve supported, and every truth I’ve reclaimed, I’ve come to understand this: we are not here to be perfect—we are here to be whole.
And wholeness begins with truth.
Adam Anderson
It came in silence.
Not the silence of peace—but the silence of pain.
The kind of silence that follows years of trauma, betrayal, and abandonment.
The kind of silence that echoes in your bones when you’ve carried too much for too long.
I was in meditation, not seeking answers—pleading for them.
I had reached a point where the weight of my past was unbearable.
The trauma my uncle inflicted on me had shaped my entire life.
And I asked, with every ounce of my soul:
“How can I be truly free from this pain?”
Not just cope. Not just survive.
Free.
And then, something happened.
A voice—not external, but unmistakably divine—rose from within me:
“Send him light.”
I froze.
How could I send light to the person who had caused me so much suffering?
How could I offer love to someone who had stolen my innocence?
But something deeper than logic moved me.
I surrendered.
I visualized him—not as the man who hurt me, but as a soul beyond his conditioning.
I saw him as pure light.
Radiant. Whole.
Unbroken by the story. Untouched by the trauma.
And in that moment, something inside me cracked open.
The hatred dissolved.
The resentment melted.
The energetic chains that had bound me for decades fell away.
I wept.
Not because I forgave him.
But because I saw the truth: beneath every wound, there is light.
Naturally, I asked, “How else can I use this?”
And so I did.
I went back—person by person—through every painful memory, every energetic tie.
I sent light to each one.
I saw them in their authentic essence, beyond the masks, beyond the pain, beyond the stories.
And with each release, I felt myself returning.
Not to who I was—but to who I had always been.
This experience revealed a sacred truth:
We live in a dualistic reality.
There are two aspects of self:
The trauma, the pain, the identity we build around it—that’s the mythos. That’s the story.
But beneath it all, untouched and unbroken, is the I AM.
The divine essence. The truth.
Healing, I realized, is not about erasing the past.
It’s about remembering the truth beneath it.
It’s about revealing the light that was never lost.
It’s about raising our vibration from fragmentation to wholeness.
This understanding became the foundation of my philosophy:
Remember your truth. Reveal your light. Raise your vibe.
These words are not just a mantra.
They are a map.
A guide back to the soul.
A call to rise.
A return to oneness.
This is what Carl Jung called individuation.
What mystics call ascension.
What I call truth remembering.
It changed my life.
It continues to change me.
And now, it’s changing the lives of others.
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