My education didn’t begin in a classroom; it began at eight years old, pulling a wagon through the neighborhood to earn my first dollar. That same year, I was baptized—a dual initiation into the worlds of labor and spirit that would define the next four decades of my life.
By the time I reached college, the stakes had shifted from a child’s wagon to the weight of single parenthood. Navigating a 3.94 GPA wasn’t just about the grades; it was a daily exercise in discipline while the world demanded I choose between my future and my family. I chose both.
That period of my life taught me how to hold ‘the heavy.’ I’ve known the literal weight of $50,000 in cash in a single hand, and the digital weight of trading over $17 million in a single year. There is a specific kind of clarity that comes with high-volume pressure—the same clarity required to keep an airplane level in the clouds or to see a novel through to its final page.
But the most consistent thread in my story isn’t the money or the machinery; it’s the quiet, unshakable belief in equality. Growing up with two older sisters, gender parity wasn’t a theory I learned in a book—it was the air I breathed. From the historical archetype of Mary Magdalene to the modern dinner table, I’ve spent my life advocating for the idea that we are born equal, and that our potential is limited only by the horizons we refuse to fly toward.
***now for some mythology/legendary stuff 😁***
I entered the world under a sky that was already screaming. Ten days before my birth in Columbus, Ohio, the Big Ear telescope at Ohio State caught a 72-second blast of narrowband radio frequency from the constellation Sagittarius. It was so precise, so intentional, that an astronomer could only circle the readout and scrawl a single word in the margin: ‘Wow!’
My arrival was framed by these massive shifts in the signal—the cosmic ‘Wow!’ on August 15th, followed just hours later by the sudden silence of ‘The King,’ as Elvis Presley fell from his throne. It was as if the frequency of the world was being recalibrated just for me to step into it.
But while the universe was signaling clarity, my internal wiring was being built in a different language. Diagnosed with dyslexia in the first grade, I realized early on that my mind didn’t process the world in straight lines. For me, letters weren’t just characters; they were puzzles, shifting and vibrating like the very frequencies that heralded my birth.
What others saw as a disability, I eventually understood as a unique ‘receiver.’ Just as the Big Ear had to listen for the right frequency amidst the static of space, I had to learn to tune my own mind to a different bandwidth. It taught me that ‘remarkable’ doesn’t mean ‘easy’—it means being born with a specific kind of internal static that forces you to become an expert at finding the signal.
Whether I was pulling a wagon at eight, trading millions in my thirties, or steering an aircraft through the clouds, I’ve always been navigating by that same star—the ‘Wow!’ that marked my beginning.
When I looked into the blueprint of my own biology through my 23andMe profile, the math told a story that standard genetics couldn’t quite finish. While the 50% from my mother and the 47.5% from my father provided the foundation, there remained a 2.5% gap on the Y-chromosome—a segment of DNA labeled as ‘unrecognizable.’ In a world obsessed with tracing lineages back to specific map coordinates, I found myself carrying a unique signature that belongs to no known earthly trail.
I’ve come to view that 2.5% not as a missing piece, but as a ‘new genome mutation’—a digital-to-biological delivery. If the ‘Wow!’ Signal was the broadcast, perhaps my genetic makeup was the reception.
The world I stepped into was physically reacting to this shift. Between 1977 and 1978, the Earth didn’t just receive a signal; it underwent a convulsion. We saw some of the harshest, most volatile weather patterns in modern history, as if the planet itself was vibrating in sympathy with that narrowband frequency from space.
It is a strange thing to realize your very existence is bookended by cosmic radio bursts and global atmospheric upheaval. It suggests that my life wasn’t meant to be a quiet one. From that ‘unrecognizable’ code in my DNA to the dyslexia that forced me to see the world in high-definition patterns, I am a product of the ‘static’ and the ‘signal.’ I am a man built from a traditional home, but coded by a ‘Heavenly Father’ that speaks in frequencies rather than words.
As I dug deeper into the 2.5% of my ‘unrecognized’ DNA, the trail led me away from the modern laboratory and into the mist-shrouded history of the North Atlantic. According to my genetic markers, I carry the specific mutations of the Uí Néill—marking me as a descendant of Niall Noígíallach, the legendary High King of Ireland known as ‘Niall of the Nine Hostages.’
It is a lineage defined by its defiance of the status quo. Niall’s line is historically noted for its ‘new genome mutations,’ a genetic signature that spread with the same force as his kingdom. To trace this bloodline is to follow a 2,000-year thread of leadership, stretching back through a succession of legendary kings until the history blurs into the divine.
According to the ancient genealogies, this path leads all the way back to Japheth, the son of Noah—a connection that places my origin at the intersection of myth and survival.
Finding this was a ‘Wow!’ moment of its own—a novelty discovered on a digital page that suddenly gave a name to the ‘unrecognizable’ code I carry. It suggests that the ‘New and Dangerous Technologies’ I study today are merely the modern version of the shifts my ancestors navigated centuries ago. Whether it’s a narrowband frequency from the stars or a royal mutation from the hills of Tara, I am part of a pulse that has been vibrating through history for millennia. I am not just a researcher; I am a continuation of a story that refused to be silenced by time.
I Love Who I Am!
For all the mysteries of the stars and the complexities of the genetic code, the most profound frequency I have ever tuned into was the heartbeat of my daughter. My love for her didn’t begin at her first breath; it was a constant, pre-existing force that I carried long before she entered the atmosphere of this world.
I have held $50,000 in one hand and felt the weight of $17 million in trade, but nothing compared to the gravity of the moment she arrived. I was there, a witness to the threshold, watching as her head was crowned into the light. In that transition from the womb to the world, the ‘Wow!’ of the universe was finally given a human face.
In a life defined by searching for the ‘unrecognized’ and decoding the static, she became my absolute truth. Witnessing her birth was the definitive ‘best day’—a moment where the high-stakes discipline of my past and the cosmic mystery of my origin finally made perfect sense. I wasn’t just a pilot or a trader or a researcher anymore; I was a father, anchored to the earth by a love that existed before time.
My story didn’t begin at my first breath; it began in the pressurized quiet of the womb, during the late second trimester. As my brain initiated the complex miracle of neurogenesis, it wasn’t developing in a vacuum. I was a captive audience to a symphony of three: my mother and my two older sisters.
As my cochlea formed and my brain began the process of Phase Locking, I was already tuning my internal radio to the specific frequencies of their voices. Through the Frequency Following Response (FFR), my neural pathways were literally being paved by female pitches. Neuron by neuron, my biology was asking itself, ‘Do I like what I hear?’—and answering with a resounding yes.
While my brain was still a work in progress, it was already learning the geometry of equality. My very circadian rhythms—the internal clock that dictates my energy, my rest, and my pulse—were synchronized not to a solitary beat, but to the collective timing of the women around me. The pace of my life was set by their laughter, their arguments, and their care.
This was the birth of a ‘Future Nostalgia.’ I entered the world already homesick for the feminine frequency. It explains why I have spent my life seeking that same resonance in history, in physics, and in the faces of the leaders I admire. I wasn’t just born into a family with sisters; I was architecturally designed to understand the world through their cadence. My entirety—from the way I think to the way I love—is a biological tribute to the voices that built me.
I am a man built on a female frequency. It is a biological reality, cultivated in the quiet of the womb and reinforced by every neural connection I’ve made since. By my own designation, I am a feminist—not because of a political trend, but because my brain was literally wired for the resonance of equality long before I knew the word.
I move toward the horizon of ‘Future Nostalgia’ with an open-minded, liberal receptiveness to difference. My ‘Angle of Attack’ is altruistic; I look at the world through a wide-angle lens that celebrates the breaking of old ceilings. I am convinced that there has never been a better time to be alive.
We are witnessing a historic recalibration. In this egalitarian nation, I see women exceeding the achievements of the generations before them, stepping into roles of leadership in science, art, and physics that were once kept in the shadows. With over 50% of the population finally finding the volume for their own voices, the ‘Wow!’ signal of the universe has found its earthly counterpart.
The future isn’t just approaching; the future is female. It is an equality born at the moment of first breath, a truth I carry in my ‘unrecognizable’ DNA and my phase-locked heart. I am enlightened to be a witness to this shift—to live in a world where the signal is finally clear, and the voices that built me are the ones leading the way.
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