I ran away from myself for 48 years.

I ran away from myself for 48 years.

From the inner emptiness. From the silence. From the truth that I didn’t want to feel: I had a father wound. Not because my father was a bad person, but because he wasn’t present. Physically there – but emotionally light years away. The result? I...
Who would call you?

Who would call you?

Imagine waking up in a maximum security prison.You have just one phone call left. Who are you voting for? And more importantly, would anyone vote for you? This is exactly what High Agency is all about:People who don’t moan, don’t hesitate, but act.Take...