Fasting: The Road to Breatharianism

My experience on "the fasting path," Part 1

Apr 25, 2024

The Fasting Taboo

Move over, real dragons and fake moon — my readers want me to talk about fasting.

In fact, this may be my most highly-requested post.

In the past 6 months since I officially committed to a regular fasting practice, I’ve mentioned it here-and-there on social media… and every time I do, I get at least one message from someone who wants to try fasting with spiritual intent… but is afraid to talk about it (let alone actually try it), because they don’t want to be assumed mentally ill.

This is understandable, considering that most people hear “fasting” and they think “starving oneself.” So if you say you want to fast, they get worried.

But as someone who did survive an almost-hospitalization-worthy eating disorder at age 16, spent the ensuing years healing my relationship with food, and began fasting after exorcising myself of all body-hating tendencies… I live to tell you, fasting is NOTHING like my eating disorder was. They are worlds upon worlds apart.

In fact, the motivation I once had for starving myself is diametrically opposed to the motivation I now have for fasting. I literally have the opposite mindset now, which is to live as vibrantly and luminously as possible — whereas before, in my sick mindset, the goal was to slowly and torturously kill myself.

Of course, you don’t have to believe me. And I don’t want you to just take my gnosis for it.

I want you to sincerely consider my story, with an open heart and mind, but ultimately generate your own gnosis.

This is my story:

Ask and Ye Shall Receive

As I teach in my QUESTIONS: THE KEY TO THE UNIVERSE course, “ask and ye shall receive” is a cosmic law. That means if you ask for an answer, you will receive that answer.

This was never more apparent to me, than on Halloween Eve 2021. Leading up to this day, I’d encountered what seemed like an unusually high number of know-it-alls who insisted that THEIR spiritual practice was THE right way to live — for everyone.

Try this yoga! No, this one!
Practice this religion! No, not like that!
Study this healing modality! Actually, try this other one instead!

Sick of the evangelism and conflicting mandates, I decided to take advantage of the thinning veil and ask fervently into the ether, heart ablaze with a yearning to know the actual Truth: “What is MY spiritual path, God? What practice is for ME?”

The answer came immediately, like a seismic revealing of something I already knew but had forgotten I’d known — roving and rumbling and reverberating through my spirit like thunder:

EAT LIGHT

Suddenly, the entire world gleamed with an otherworldly luminosity, as if a veil had been lifted from my awareness and now I could see clearly what had been there all along.

In addition to immediately knowing that I was being called to fast, I also immediately-knew that this was my initiation into breatharianism. I could feel the future in that moment: a future of no food, eternally sustained by the very power of God. I knew — I know — that this is my highest potential to be realized in this lifetime.

And finally, I knew that this path would unfold in its own divine time — that it could not be forced or rushed, but must be allowed.

It Begins

In the 2 years between that intense revelation and my official commitment to fasting in October 2023, I focused on healing my relationship with food. While no longer disordered, I was still in the habit of reaching for “convenient” foods instead of putting time and effort into cooking. Meal planning and prep felt like a chore. My perception of food could be summed up as “resentful.”

If I was going to fast, I wanted to be sure that I wasn’t just looking for an excuse to avoid food. I had to make peace with it.

So in those 2 years, I practiced cooking for pleasure; being present with the food as I cooked and ate; cooking for and with others, making it a communal experience.

Parallel to this journey of learning to appreciate cooking and eating, I also began immersing myself in the world of immortalists and breatharians, seeking out content by people who made pranic living seem absolutely, utterly, wonderfully normal.

Not insane. Not disordered. Not unrealistic. Not politically incorrect.

Just normal.

I read their words, until it became normal for me too. Like, oh yeah. Of course humans can live without food.
We are so much more powerful than we even realize.

I accepted in my heart that I want to, ultimately, live without consuming any external sources of sustenance. I want to live on the energy sourced from within. Prana. Amrita. Manna. Soma. No death-life cycle. Only life. Life forever.

Far beyond the politicized and evangelical motivations of a “diet,” this was a soul-deep desire. A God-type desire.

I accepted my desire, knowing that only a slim minority of people would ever take me seriously. I was okay with this, because I take me seriously. Because I love me. That’s what matters.

Even just accepting my radical and strange desire to pursue immortality in all seriousness, took a degree of self-love that was previously UNFATHOMABLE. Unconscionable! Unimaginable!

I had now officially crossed the threshold from “self hate” into “self love.”

And that’s when I had my first genuine experience with fasting:

Reset

During the holiday season from the end of 2022 into the beginning of 2023, we had a friend stay at our house who just-so-happens to be a professional chef. He cooked rich, decadent meals for us all throughout his stay.

But while the food was delicious, I felt more and more miserable with each meal. It was the kind of heaviness you feel after a holiday feast, but intensified and drawn-out over the course of 2 weeks…

…until finally, I hit a breaking point.

I could feel how this indulgence had become gluttony, and how the food sat heavy in my stomach like a physical manifestation of “unconsciousness” — an unpleasant density created by engaging repeatedly in karmic behavior (eating without thinking).

So I decided to “reset” with a fast.

It’s important to understand that, prior to this, I could barely even make it through a day of fasting. It did feel like I was starving myself — because that’s precisely what I was doing! There wasn’t a spiritual intention behind it.

But now that I understood the spiritual principles behind fasting (which I will explain in my next post), fasting for 6 days was an easy choice. I didn’t have to “convince myself” to do it, and I wasn’t afraid of feeling hungry or tired. I totally wanted to do it. This is key.

My plan was to

start with an enema to make sure my body wasn’t re-absorbing old waste during the fast 🛀🏽
drink only water for 3 days 💧
drink fruit & vegetable juices for 3 more days 🧃
break the fast with raw solid fruits and veggies 🥗

So that’s what I did.

And would you believe?
I wasn’t hungry.
I wasn’t tired.
I felt clear-headed, strong, and energized the entire time.
I felt like I was walking on air, lighter (🕊️) and lighter (💡) with each day.

Most remarkably of all, at the end of that week of fasting, the strangest thing happened:

I looked at someone’s meal that had meat in it… and it didn’t look like food anymore.

Meat suddenly looked like some foreign object, with no appetizing “charge” to it whatsoever.

Unlike the irresponsible veganism I had sickened myself with from my teens to early 20s, this sudden loss of interest in meat wasn’t based in some radical politic or performative morality.

I just didn’t want it anymore.

For whatever reason, meat now looked warped and strange. It was as though I really did hit a “reset” button, and for whatever reason, I was no longer energetically compatible with meat. Something shifted, genuinely, in my energy body.

I haven’t eaten meat since.

This alone deserves its own post, because the difference between being vegetarian as an ideology, versus being vegetarian as a spiritual instinct, is like the difference between night and day.

Do you guys understand how much havoc I wreaked in my local animal rights activist community when I stopped being vegan 9 years ago?

And now, full circle, my newfound “vegetarianism” is not for any “reason.” In fact, I hesitate to call myself vegetarian at all, because of the implied identity of it. I’m no longer interested in fighting and fights, or proving, or converting, or convincing. It just is what it is.

This was my first clue that I had tapped into something far more vast, mysterious and deep than what mere ideology — with all its superficial, shallow, overly cerebral grasping — could ever touch.

This was embodied gnosis.

Vedic wisdom has long contended that “head knowledge” without embodiment is useless. This is illustrated by the myth of Rahu and Ketu, a dragon’s head (Rahu) and body (Ketu) severed from each other. What the head (Rahu) consumes cannot be “digested” unless it connects with the body (Ketu) where the stomach resides. And so, all Rahu’s desperate searching for knowledge in the outer world is in vain; it must connect with its body, Ketu, and become a whole dragon again, to ever really understand Truth.

Making it Official

In October 2023, I made a commitment to regularly fasting.

This “official commitment” entails water-fasting at least one day per week, and generally reducing the amount of solid food I consume (usually by trading solid food for liquids like fresh fruit juices instead).

I was also part of a fasting Telegram group for a few months (hosted by one of my favorite immortalist & breatharian content creators, @christo_ancient_elite), which helped me get started and stay accountable.

Motivated by the support of the fasting community, I did another multi-day fast upon joining the group, and another amazing thing happened:

During one of the fasting days, I woke up that morning and leapt out of bed, READY TO DO A WORKOUT. 💥💥💥

Guys.

Guys.

This is a much bigger deal than I can explain.

I hate exercising, okay? Every time I’ve ever tried to stick to a workout routine, I have failed — so much so, that I’m too embarrassed to try anymore. Like food, I had always resented exercise. It felt like a chore.

But during this fast, I had so much energy — an excess, an abundance, a surplus of energy — that I NEEDED TO EXERCISE AS AN OUTLET FOR THAT ENERGY.

Now, instead of needing to “find” energy to exercise with, I just had so much energy that I needed to exercise to let some of it out!!!

My entire world flipped upside down!

But the amazingness didn’t stop there!

I had started this fasting period during my days off from work (at a job that I HATED PROFUSELY because it didn’t align with my values, which I carried an inner conflict about).

Just like the aforementioned fast, I wasn’t hungry at all….
…until my work week began, and I drove into the company parking lot.

was

hungry

instantly.

Again, night-and-day: I was blissful for days without food, but the moment I was at work at a job that I knew wasn’t right for me, the hunger hit with a precision and intensity that was impossible to ignore. This wasn’t “coincidence.” This was meaningful.

In that moment, I knew my stomach — my sacred gut instinct — had been trying to tell me to leave this place.

Just like that, I understood the feeling of hunger to be so much more than a strictly mechanical signal that you need food.
The stomach is intelligent. It communicates. Some call the stomach “the second brain.”
And the feeling we think of as “hunger” might actually be our gut instinct.

So if you’re constantly burying your stomach’s “voice” under food, numbing yourself to its messages by keeping yourself in a perpetual state of mindless digestion, you’ve lost your connection to a very powerful guiding force — indeed, your inner compass!

That’s why it’s no surprise to me that this pattern continued until I actually did quit that job. I could fast easily, until I was at work — then suddenly I’d be overwhelmed with unbearable hunger.

If any of this seems outlandish, then I’ll reiterate that I don’t want you to merely take my word for it.

You must experience it for yourself.