Raphael Hélion

I sneak into the house like a ghost, the floorboards whispering beneath my feet.

It’s the darkest hour of the night, long after the pulsing beats of the DJ have faded.

The electric energy, the remnants of the night, and the hazy effects of drugs linger in my body, keeping me in a trance.

When I enter the living room, I’m shocked to see my parents still awake. My mom’s eyes are red and swollen, her face streaked with tears.

My dad, the rock I’ve always known, looks utterly defeated, as if the weight of the world has finally crushed him.

“Come sit with us,” my dad says, his voice low, heavy with a gravity I can’t understand.

I sink into the couch, my heart pounding like a drum in a sacred ritual. The air crackles with unspoken words, a tension that vibrates through my very being.

“The court has ordered us to tell you today,” my mom begins, her voice trembling. “We’ve tried… but we didn’t know how to tell you earlier.”

The court? I can’t piece together what’s happening, like a traveler lost in the infinite desert.

“We…” My mom freezes, struggling to form the words. “Your father… he is…”

And then the entire world and the gods fall silent. At sixteen years old, my world shatters. The man I’ve always known as my dad, who raised me, loved me – isn’t my biological father.

The next morning, the revelation feels only like a fever dream, a fleeting vision in the dunes of my restless mind.

Life continues as if nothing has changed, but a seed of doubt takes root deep within my soul. The story I thought I knew was rewritten in a language I didn't understand.

I continue to wake up in a cold sweat; I no longer recognize the face staring back at me in the mirror. 

You are not who you think you are, a voice whispers deep through the chambers of my heart.

That voice ignites a fire in me. I bury myself in books on entrepreneurship, self-improvement, and even my first book on metaphysics – anything to reassemble a sense of identity and prove myself.

With a friend, I build my first business: a marketing agency. It's our way to turn mentors we admire into our clients, to sit at their feet and absorb their knowledge.

The hustle becomes my refuge. Success, my new mask.

But even as I achieve, a question lingers like a shadow that follows me everywhere.

Who am I, really, beyond all the accomplishments?

This restlessness drives me deeper. I journey into the Amazon, searching for answers in the ancient heart of the rainforest.

Ayahuasca strips me bare, forcing me to face my deepest fears. I scream, I fight, I run as fast as I can deep into the jungle – but there’s no escape from the shadows.

Yet, from that darkness, a new journey inside begins to form. I travel the world, seeking wisdom from masters, shamans, and monks, absorbing the ancient traditions that flow through the veins of the earth.

Slowly, I return to the things I loved as a child – creativity, curiosity, and the freedom of expression.

I dance, I write, I make music, sharing my soul with the world, no longer afraid of being seen. This unleashed childlike curiosity becomes my superpower.

At that time, I am helping a crypto startup discover its essence and voice, crafting a profoundly simple narrative.

The project explodes, raising $26.7 million in three days, becoming the biggest community fair launch on the Binance Smart Chain history – a testament to the power of storytelling and branding.

From this point I continue to accompany founders and fellow pilgrims on their quest for virtue and meaning.

Together, in collaboration, we heal our wounds of self-expression and liberate ourselves from burden of unspoken words.

Today, I am a passionate musician, writer, mystic, and creative director.

I have visions and continue to learn as an eternal student of life.

Let's connect and explore timeless principles together.