About
Welcome, Friend. I honor the light you bring.
I want you to know the wolf you're walking with.
My ancestor was Knight Marquart Wernher Wolf (1290) and my “Popo”
Wolff was a Frogman (Navy Seal) in WWII. Wernher means “defender
of the warrior” so it’s in my blood to defend your heroic transformation.
I grew up in a Florida swamp, swimming with gators, practicing
shamanism and karate. I battled a dozen bullies, but I couldn’t fight
my raging stepdad. Under his constant threat, my unconscious mind
tried to find safety through control and I starved myself to the edge of death. I recovered by visualizing my body as muscular as the Hulk. My unconscious mind shifted and I gained 80 pounds.
At 14, I rebuilt my body, camping alone on the Island of Tortola, reef fishing, foraging and embarking on a path to manhood.
In high school, I modeled for Nike, rowed against Harvard, and began practicing Clinical Hypnosis and Rapid Resolution Therapy (RRT). I earned a BA in Natural Science at New College and became a Wilderness EMT.
In 2000, Artexpo named me Artist of the Millennium.
I sold art to a baseball legend, opened a gallery, and earned a creative living. I also used hypnosis to help people recover from trauma, abuse, anxiety, depression, anorexia, PTSD and more.
I backpacked across India to chant with Sai Baba and shivered in the Himalayas on a 10 day silent Vipassana Meditation training.
When I got home, I recorded 5 albums with The Winterlings, charted at #6 and moved to Seattle. Later, stressful shows spiraled into a year of severe arrhythmia, fueled by fear. I learned to embrace it and it faded. nd it faded.
COVID fear, a harrowing drive to Missouri and my cousin’s death catalyzed
my constant, chronic pain. Sitting was unbearable; I had to strap myself
to a futon in my van so my partner could drive me to the hospital.
My 7th doctor diagnosed me with “the suicide disease.”
On the McGill Scale, my pain ranked higher than childbirth and amputation.
I developed gastritis and had a panic attack that hurled me off the edge of the
Grand Canyon. Over months of relentless attacks, I practiced a technique that
eventually gave me wings.
When my father died, I was so traumatized that a naturopath’s needle
paralyzed my leg and plunged me into the abyss.
My life shrank from a planet to a pea.
In neuroplastic pain science, I found a spark of hope:
My brain had “learned” pain and I could unlearn it! Still, I faced many more miles of hell: my neighbor impaled on a post, my aunt’s death and the end of my romantic relationship.
I kept recovering, finished my 5th intensive RRT training and synergized my recovery strategy by enhancing the best techniques from pain science with the hypnotic power of RRT.
As winter hit, I said goodbye to my partner, my home and my tribe in one night. I had loved them all for over a decade, so my tears fell like a hurricane.
My brother flew to Seattle and we drove a staggering 3122 miles over the Cascades and across America with God’s sunshine in our eyes. The trailer cable crumbled, but we made it safe to Florida and I began my resurrection, kayaking with gators, hiking at the Enchanted Forest and roaring forward as my pain faded.
Recovery is an odyssey in which you learn to turn the mud of your pain and struggle into the most beautiful lotus you have ever seen.
On my walk through hell, I became a human flame, ready to guide you through the fire to a new life.