One Love // All Ways (OLAW): How to Live Your Virtues, Love Your Vices, and Find Your Center (Part 1)

We are ALL individuals with our own individual ideas, choices, ancestries, and cultural ideals — and yet, we all deserve to sit at the same table. OLAW offers a better way forward that fuels that vision, ends division and universal contraction, and leads us toward a collective coexistence of eternal universal expansion.

Most philosophical, religious, and spiritual teachings eventually hand you a rulebook and a signup sheet.

Some are Picasso-beautiful. Some are Atlantean-ancient. Some are genuinely useful.

But the reality is, most of them come with 400 pages of cosmic bureaucratic bullshit, written by a bunch of Weekend-at-Bernies-types in XXXL robes who apparently had, or were tragically misled into having, very strong opinions about sex, food, money, obedience, pleasure, suffering, guilt, purity, and exactly how much fun you’re allowed to have before you started getting jousted by His fire-branded impaler.

I’ll let you read between the lines there, but in the words of an old friend we’ll call Wavey…

Not MY God.

Or in my own words…

Maybe no God at all?

Now don’t get me wrong.

1. Humans need a little bit of structure. Like the guy who drives his Lambo down the I-95 like it’s a slalom course and scares everyone shitless.
2. We need all the legends we can get. Like the ones of Jesus, Abraham, Muhammad, Moses, Odin, Zeus, Krishna, and well, you get the idea).
3. We need something unbelievable to believe in. Like the Tales of Brothers Grimm & Glory, Santa Claus, Pegasus, Thoth & the Emerald Tablet, The Sword in the Stone, Amelia Earhart, Harriet Tubman, Tesla, Einstein, The Lord of the Rings, Sparta, The Beatles of 1966, and every other too unfathomable, too over-the-top, or too magickal story ever written.

Instead, all we’ve got left is a colossal digital storehouse (aka the IoT) of countless symbols, rituals, commandments, myths, initiations, warnings, moral compasses, sacred texts, and the occasional terrifying painting of a horned beast throwing people into a lake of fire.

There is actually zero wonder why we all have the attention spans of an IKEA desk lamp.

And unfortunately, none of us ever get the one thing we need most:

The proof that Something Greater actually exists.

Because somewhere along the way, someone locked the door and threw away the key.

The Cost of Believing Everything We’re Told to Believe

Even with so many myths, legends, and miracles already etched into the Halls of Time…

We no longer give the old legends a fighting chance in our hearts, minds, and souls.

Most of us would rather play the “He said, she said.” bullshit game on Reddit.

And the more we do this, the faster we stop believing in the impossible.

Here’s what happens when that happens:

• Religions splinter into smaller religions that eventually turn on each other.
• Spirituality splinters into network-marketing schemes disguised as “women’s groups”.
• Gatekeepers bury a breadcrumb of knowledge in dead-end sects, lodges, and Mystery Schools.
• Politics become a shitty Soap Opera where the sickest power tie gets a cameo in Season 2.
• Science turns into a bunch of theories that require a $400,000,000,000 machine to prove — and still can’t.
• Philosophy loses its flair for debate and ends up on the same track as the spiritually network-marketing train.
• Magjik devolves into a Renaissance Fair wannabe who makes potatoes pop up under cups using a trap door.

And all the Russian-doll wisdom systems where every answer opens into twelve more rooms and some guy in a velvet robe asking for a monthly donation lead to the exact same endpoint:

Nowhere.

The Problem with Extremes and Not Finding Your Center

In our current setup, we’ve got a whole bunch of people, groups, and “ways” all doing the Philly Lean toward one extreme.

And the result is more than 10 billion imbalanced manifestations that not only tear themselves, but the entire fabric of the universe apart.

Here’s what I mean:

• Atheism, agnosticism, fatalism, and nihilism: These were supposed to free people from dogma, but instead leave good people floating in a no-man’s land in a whirlpool of quicksand — no God, no miracles, no childlike wonder, no sacred center, no magic, and if I’m being brutally honest, no hope. Just a cornucopia of phony “good vibes”, chronic arguments, rat’s race mentality, and a slow-burning inner dissatisfaction that leads them to the exact outcome they were trying to evade.
• Religious puritans, virtue-seekers, moral stewards, and naysayers. Technically, these are all the same thing. They spend a lifetime striving to be SO clean, pure, righteous, obedient, disciplined, detached, enlightened, celibate, sugar-free, vice-free, shadow-free, and spiritually laminated that they end up burning down everyone who disagrees and ultimately, end up floating away toward some imaginary castle in the sky with no consolation prize for all the effort.
• Satanists disguised as Puritans. This is by far my favorite group. Hands up to all the white-knuckled morality Kings & Queens who go to Church on Sunday to purify while living a purely evil life of lying, stealing, cheating, poisoning, and slaying the very people, values, and systems they claim to uphold.
• True Satanists. Vice-lords. Occultists. Doom-Bringers. vice-driven: lust, power, greed, control, appetite, possession, domination, the self as the altar, the body as the church, the next hit, the next conquest, the next win, the next “I do whatever I want because nobody tells me shit.”
• The Somewhere-in-Betweeners. Without even realizing it, this group is easily the closest to cracking the code. Maybe they go to the Strip Club after Church. Maybe they smoke crack before a football game. Maybe they have children, a wife, and a case of Corona to numb the pain from holding one of those God-foresaken blowers all day. Or maybe they break the heart of every woman they’ve ever met only to keep prodding them with a little bit of love just to “keep them on their toes”. Not even oddly, THESE are the people you can trust the most.

But between all the halos and the heat, most of us are just trying to get through the day without becoming a monster, a martyr, or a cardboard cutout of Tony Robbins in a wet T-shirt contest.

When you peel away all the layers of the glass onion that encircles everything above…

You find the one precious ore you’ve been looking for.

O.L.A.W: One Love // All Ways.

Not as another religion, guru pretense, cult, or some Bimbofied Instagram influencer pointing to a regurgitated symbol and saying, “10 Things The Government Doesn’t Want YOU to Know About Aliens”.

OLAW is not here to dethrone the insta Bimbos (well, maybe) or tread on every path that was laid before it (absolutely True).

It’s here to build upon them and ask a more poignant question:

What if there IS a center point within a container that’s elastic enough to hold them all?

The Symbol Struck Me During the Most Difficult Trial of My Life

The whole concept of OLAW and its associated symbol came to me back in 2014 while living in Santa Monica, California. At the time, it was more of a gut reaction than a mystical revelation.

So while I wish I could tell you it arrived during some breezy beach meditation where a dolphin winked at me and Halley’s Comet fell out of the sky.

It did not.

Allow me to explain.

It came to me after an unthinkable series of events that cracked open my reality and showed me its terrifying, impossible, and phantasmagoric other side.

You may know it better as the “Upside Down” if you’re a Stranger Things fan.

I’m not claiming to be Will Byers, but I was absolutely dropped into a dimension against my will.

I’ve written more on what happened during that experience in my blog on the Fear of God, but I’ll give you the Cliff’s notes here.

1. It started with the hauntings. Things like pens, pictures, and entire books flying off shelves, mirrors exploding, strange whispers in the night, and the sense I was surrounded by some type of giant invisible crabs that would their razor sharp nails across the floor while I pulled the sheet over my eyes at age 32.
2. The hauntings led to an all-out physical attack. As the hauntings worsened, I finally ante’d up and told a few people. Big mistake. Because the minute they saw what I was seeing or realized I was catching on (six of one, half dozen of the other), I started getting gutted from the inside and slashed on the outside — almost like that horrifying scene from the movie Stigmata, where small wounds turned into an all-out Scream Face of Death.
3. The attacks led to aberrations and far worse things. While I held my ground, drew a “Light > Dark” equation on my dry erase board, and even put a picture of White Jesus next to my bed on my nightstand, little helped. Witches started showing up at my house (actual uninvited witches), demons and gargoyles awaited my Death from my neighbors roof, and strange carvings (like one of a Satan-like dragon engulfed in fire on my front door) appeared all around my home.

As if all of that wasn’t enough, my friends speaking in tongues and treating me like I part of some grand sacrifice.

At one point, near the culmination of my time in Los Angeles…

About 1,000 maggots crawled out of the drain of my shower, which literally reeked as is someone stuffed a baby down there after blending it up.

This was almost immediately followed by a group of people who showed up at my house, preaching about the incoming apocalypse in gothic wizard tunics and a case of vials filled with hundreds of half-filled vials.

Later that day, I was about as disoriented, sick, and out of luck as The Great Rasputin after he took 100 shotgun rounds to his body and tried swimming away.

Call it what you will, believe what you want.

But whatever you do, keep reading.

As I lay in my bed after these strange humans left my house, looking more like a California Raisin than a real human, I did everything I could to sit up and overpower the raging fever, chills, and hopelessness.

That’s when, suddenly, two questions appeared in my mind:

1. What if I chose to stop letting fear cripple me and instead started projecting love outward?
2. What if I included all people, cultures, religions, plants, minerals, animals, beings, darkness, light, and everything in between?

Those questions were followed by a symbol:

While answering these questions in my mind, I dug in one of my drawers for a box of colored pencils that a dear friend had given me. Her name was Leisa and while she’s no longer with us, she’ll always be in my heart.

I started drawing on the wall over my headboard, and by the way, I can’t draw for shit.

But I managed to eek out an oblong peace sign centered within an equidistant cross with the words ONE. LOVE. ALL. WAYS. above every point, surrounded by a (supposed-to-be) perfect circle.

It looked like a pile of hot dookie, but as it turns out, the dookie saved my life.

Here’s a more polished version that I now wear proudly on my arm:

OLAW Is a Symbol, a Home with a Warm Hearth— Not Another “Do THIS or Else” Law You MUST Obey.

Ironically, the acronym for OLAW contains the word LAW.

To me, there are no laws of the universe, only guideposts. So the best way to think of this acronym is as OMIT LAW.

And here’s the thing about symbols:

The great ones do not need an explanation. They simply exude it..

They do what language often fails to do, which is point toward something too large, old, and strangely familiar to be reduced to a slogan.

That is how I understand OLAW.

• Not as a lazy call-and-repeat cosplay where the ones on stage make it more about hype than heart.
• Not as a theory that will someday be debunked on MythBusters by a couple of dudes who drank too much motor oil.
• Not as a peace-sign remix where DJ Kaskade suddenly makes peace “cool” again by blasting Da Funk with one added bass note.

The fact is, OLAW is a capital-T Symbol — or upper-case Truth in that it already resides within all of us.

There is solid gold, diamond, platinum, you name it buried beneath our deepest wounds, scars, trauma, fear, and frustrations just waiting to be excavated.

And with just a simple understanding and an open heart…

That excavation begins to unearth itself naturally.

When We All Find Our Centers, We “Come Together” — Even if We Don’t Always See Eye to Eye

The most interesting, and somewhat mathematical, piece of the whole “finding your center” equation is this:

While we are all extremely different and uniquely us, our centers should be more or less the same.

What that means is that the ultra-virtuous / moral crowd AND the ultra-vicious / immoral crowd should aim to balance out at the same point.

In other words, don’t get too Holy OR too vicious — or you’ll end up destabilizing not only yourself, but everything around you.

Every choice you make creates a compound ripple effect and the reverberation continues outward ad infinitum.

And as I’ve demonstrated in an earlier section, individual destabilization leads to collective devolution.

Since evolution is the goal, then stabilization and finding your center is the fulcrum.

Important note: One of the biggest issues of today is that most people lean too far into one side, leading to individual destabilization, collective division, dis-ease and decline, black vs. white mentality, imperialism and authoritarianism, a “choose my side or perish” propaganda machine, and yes, ultimately, things like war, genocide, and the threat of Nuclear destruction.

I apologize for getting bleak here, but this is the state of our current affairs and I believe OLAW offers a real solution.

Imagine if all the world leaders could sit down with one another, without preconditions, and find a center among them?

Imagine if the elite few could sit down with the impoverished many and find a center among them?

Imagine if the world’s largest corporations could sit down with the smallest businesses and find a center among them?

Imagine if the world’s most dangerous criminals could sit down the most powerful authorities and find a center among them?

And, lastly, imagine if YOU could sit down with your friends, enemies, strangers, families, or anyone else and find a center among you?

This, my friends, is the Great Work that lies ahead and the way we will, in continuing our homage to John Lennon:

“Come together, right now.”

Why this Collective Shift is Not Only Entirely-Possible, but Actually Quite Easy

Regardless of which group, country, religion, sect, philosophy, or extremist group you may belong to…

You may have more in common with one another than you might think — aka a brotherhood.

Again, there will always be a LOT of disagreements, misunderstandings, and finger-pointing.

That’s actually normal, healthy, and the entire point of debate and subsequent growth.

OLAW is the convergence point for every past religion, cultural ideal, sacred teaching, philosophy, moral code, prophetic whisper, shadow path, nature wisdom, and truth humanity has ever tried to carry without dropping the whole damn thing down the stairs.

And the circle is OUR container — the universe, God, Dao, Source, The Allfather, The All, the living mystery, you, me, Santa Claus, whatever name your nervous system can say without filing a formal complaint.

The cross pushes outward from the center in all directions. No hooks. No detours. No conquest. No contraction. Just love moving outward from center, through all ways, into the whole.

Right wing, left wing, communist, beatnik, Priest, thug, teacher, student, magician, scientist, sinner, saint, whatever.

There is a common thread between us all and the mission is to find out what that is and light the fucking pilot.

And before anyone starts yelling “new religion!” from the rafters with a microwaved hot dog in hand…

Check yo’self.

OLAW is not saying, “Bow to my symbol” or get out the way.

It is asking you to sit with it, ponder it, give it just one chance.

Then ask yourself:

• Do you fit inside this? Does your neighbor?
• Does your governor? Does your president?
• Does your worst enemy? Does your best friend?
• Does the priest, the witch, the cop, the addict, the scientist, the Satanist, the mom praying over dinner, and the guy who hasn’t prayed once in 40 years but still cries when he sees a dog limping across the street?

If everyone fits somewhere on the diagram, and they do, then OLAW isn’t like the cage from Mad Max & The Thunderdome.

It’s a giant mahogany table where anyone from any walk with any notion can come sit, share, and collaborate.

This is the missing key that leads us to our collective evolution.

Your Inner Voice Isn’t Always Right and Help is All Around You

My inner voice, subconscious, intrusive thoughts, or whatever you want to call them didn’t like the idea.

It nearly blocked the whole thing by telling me it was simply a play on Bob Marley’s ONE LOVE (which by itself, is one of the greatest two-word couplings of all time), and in fact, was pretty fucking cheesy. It’s crazy how convincing your ego can be when you land on something that can change everything.

So I used what psychic abilities I had at the time, which were about a 1/10 on a 50-point scale, and reached out to Bob through an extremely scrambled signal, and through feeling alone knew we had made the connection.

Not only did I receive his blessing, but the information that my download both elaborated and completed his message.

I love to think of it as two brothers collaborating across the fabric of the universe on Something Greater.

So I drew it on my wall behind my bed in a washed-out Sharpie and the rest is history.

An Unlikely Hero: The Great Native American Tribes of a History Long Forgotten

Several years later in about 2022, I realized the logo ALSO carried echoes of much older, sacred four-direction symbols.

The one that shines the most is the original Indigenous (Native American) Whirling Log symbol, which exudes a strikingly similar message, albeit more focused on wellbeing, good luck, protection, and healing.

Note: The Whirling Logs existed long before Hitler borrowed it to rally the Germans, and later lead a grossly misguided war in the late 1i920s and late 1930s, respectively.

Now I haven’t read much on Hitler, the Nazis, or any of the Holocaust other than what’s been in the headlines, and I condone none of the outcomes of that terrible armpit of history, but I have a strong feeling that his original intentions were good, and quite possibly even, cut from the same fabric as the Whirling Log from which he borrowed the concept.

Nevertheless, this symbol flexes an upright equidistant cross with opposite-facing triangles in the center and hooked ends at every point.

Like so:

The key distinction worth noting here is that those hooks, while creative and windmill-esque (signaling motion), actually and likely unintentionally, end-cap the continuity and infinentness of each straight line.

Another note to consider are the two triangles, which could indicate outward motion from the center point even if just to the North and South nodes.

Contrastingly, the OLAW cross lines never turn away or bend back into themselves, and peace sign offers an all-inclusive overlap that extends outward, and accounts for the near-infinite number of potential centers across the known universe.

It continues straight outward, in all four directions.

Love that ripples out and expands the circle for eternity.

In other words…

Love is just a line intersecting time Infinitely on every side Following only one design

Specific Shout-Out to the Tongva Tribe of Ancient Western Los Angeles

This is the part of the story that grips me and loves me like the Father I never had.

Sure…

• Maybe the whole idea was my subconscious picking up on a Wikipedia thread.
• Maybe it was a distant memory or something I’d seen before.
• Maybe it was the land breathing life into my imagination.
• Maybe it was God, or the universe, or even Source.
• Maybe it was all of the above.

I can’t say one way or another for certain…

But what I can tell you is that I was living on Tongva land when it came through me, in the western Los Angeles world where the Tongva people lived long before the “White Man”, (aka power-hungry Europeans arrived).

Once I realized that, just today, I’m compelled to believe this was a message sent directly to me by my forebrothers and sisters of the Great Tongva — who could see me for who I was and what I was trying to create. This wasn’t a theft of concept, it was a collaboration just like the one between Bob and me.

For that, I hold such immense gratitude and a place in my heart, my home, and my family forever.

• Not just for the Tongva.
• But for all Indigenous Native American people, tribes, and ideals.
• For every wisdom tradition that survived conquest, theft, erasure, missions, boarding schools, blood, maps, flags, and every empire that thought land was something you could own just because you learned how to draw a rectangle around it.

Today, I live in Miami, and as strange as this may sound, I can feel the Seminoles smiling with me right now.

With tears beading in my eyes as I write this, and a sudden loss of words, all I can say is:

Ahéhee’ shikéí.

Thank you, my friends.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Leading with Love Does NOT Mean You’re Weak or Holy

The entire mission of OLAW begins with something so simple it almost sounds insulting:

LEAD WITH LOVE.

• Not with preconditions.
• Not only toward the people you already approve of.
• Not only toward the ones who vote like you, pray like you, heal like you, eat like you, talk like you, love like you, or behave in ways that don’t make your nervous system start chewing on the furniture.

I’m talkin about projecting a subtle outward love at all ti toward all people, animals, plants, minerals, matter, beings, past gods and goddesses, angels, demons, planes, dimensions, universes — you name it.

Everything. Everyone. All ways. As a baseline.

Now, this is where the modern mind starts getting twitchy, because “lead with love” has been beaten into such a soft little throw pillow of a phrase that people hear it and immediately imagine some sandal-wearing bliss merchant floating into traffic with a flute.

That is not what I mean.

OLAW does not ask you to become a doormat, a pacifist cartoon, or Tom Cruise on Oprah’s couch launching himself toward every conflict with jazz hands and unresolved mania.

Please do not.

ONE, it means you approach each moment, being, environment, conflict, cashier interaction, family meltdown, political argument, spiritual debate, or possibly demonic DMV line with one little lick of love first. Just one. Let it arrive before fear, judgment, uncertainty, doubt, guilt, or any other negative connotation you can get your mitts on.

TWO, it means there is zero need to enter into an engagement with the need to dominate, correct, punish, save, shame, preach, classify, or mentally exile the person standing in front of you.

THREE, in the most basic of senses, it means to give everyone and everything a head nod before a headbutt.

And then watch what happens.

If you don’t get a return nod, you know you’ve either got a puppy in a wolf costume or sheep in pigskin.The Great Library of Alexandria: When OLAW Almost Arrived Early

The Great Library of Alexandria: When OLAW Almost Arrived Early Some 2,000+ Years Ago

There was a time, or at least the ghost of a time, when humanity almost remembered how to sit at the same table.

Alexandria.

Even the word feels like an old door opening somewhere in the dust.

The Library. The lighthouse. The scrolls. The scholars. The sailors. The mystics. The mathematicians. The physicians. The priests. The translators. The philosophers. The bums, merchants, common men and women, wandering prophets, street-corner lunatics, and half-starved geniuses all brushing shoulders in one near-mythical place where the world’s mind began rubbing against itself hard enough to make sparks.

And that was the miracle of the moment.

The miracle that:

• The monumental disagreement had somewhere to go besides intolerance, division, aggression, and war.
• The fiery debate had a house with no script or glitchy Zoom calls required.
• The wild idea that would surely scare your girlfriend into another man’s arms had a listener.
• The foreign ManGods had a place to coalesce without fear of faux pas or publicity doom spiral.
• The average homie could scramble some crags with a twisty-moustached philosopher.
• The slacker prophet could challenge the Pope to a game of “I never” and see what’s what.
• The Spanish Conquistador could bring news, spice, and exotic women from the edge of the map.
• The barefoot gypsy with one eye and dust on her knees might share the one Truth that rewrote history.

That is the coveted cold flame of Krypton, the Holy Grail, and the universal beating heart that OLAW is trying to rekindle.

My brothers, sisters, friends, enemies, students, teachers, leaders, followers, and somewhere in-betweeners…

We need to light the beacons, bust down the door, and take that table back.

The following 10 tenets are your roadmap to doing exactly that.

What say you?

The 10 Basic Tenets of Living OLAW and Finding Your Center

As much as I wish it could, especially since I’m the first mock-ninja to jump out of a bush with a solution..

Love does not magically solve every problem with false light and a hula hoop.

Nor is it a quick fix for deeply rooted cracks in our society’s foundation.

But, and here’s the breadcrumb that becomes the whole loaf:

OLAW can disarm hate-bombs (and possibly actual bombs) from exploding in a crowded bus, room, stadium, or city.

Without wire cutters. Brass knuckles. Glocks. Or your Louisville Slugger from 5th grade.

I like to call this effect:

“Disarm o’clock.”

All it takes is you holding one square inch of love in your heart quietly in the corner of the room and our brilliant universe does the rest.

Bonus: You most certainly don’t need to scour through 74 pages of ChatGPT prompts in order to live the code.

You simply need to operate within, without, and all around the following 10 tenets:

1. Find love (in yourself, for yourself, in others, for others, in unlikely places, for unlikely places, etc.).
2. Hold that love in your heart, your mind, and your soul from this forward — and never look back.
3. Lead with love first and hold it in front of you like a torch in the Mines of Moria.
4. Learn to love your shadow, your desires, and your vices without ever straying too far from your center point.
5. Stand firm in the way of anything that tries to negate the love you create.
6. Protect first against any aggression that comes in any form of attack (and it will).
7. Advance last. Only when you’ve given steps 3 and 4 all you’ve got, and a catastrophic threat to you, your family, or your community is imminent, should you consider an appropriate retaliation. And even then, your goal should always be a zero-casualty scenario.
8. Make love with as few or as many amazing souls as you see fit — and really mean it.
9. Receive love from any and all who cross your path that may exude or offer it.
10. Share this message, the mission, and the hope for a better future with as many as you can.

That’s all there is to it.

Okay, maybe I jumped the gun (old habit I’ve been told).

There’s one last thing:

Remember + repeat this process for the rest of your days.

Not kidding.

Do it.

Are You Ready to Love Your Virtues, Live Your Vices, and Find Your Center?

Now that you have some clear direction on what it means to “find your center”.,.

It’s time to carpe that fucking diem and start living the life you were born to live — and stop hiding in the fissures of someone else’s mold of ideals.

This is your life, and contrary to some of the world’s most ancient teachings, we may only have one.

So as long as you’re not harming someone else as a baseline with your actions…

As long as you’re not blazing a path that flattens everything in your way…

And as long as you’re not using others to get to the top…

But, instead, leading with love…

I highly encourage you to:

Get after it.

I’ll See You at the Top of the Mountain, My Friend.

One last thing I want to say, and yes, I’m long-winded AF — just like the trees of the Old Forest in Lord of the Rings.

This isn’t just about you, me, and a few good people we know finding a cheat code and building an empire.

It’s about you, me, and a few good people we know rubbing two sticks together, building a new kind of fire, and lightning the way for as many humans, animals, minerals, plants, quantum energy, and everything/everyone else we could possibly imagine.

Nor is OLAW something we keep hidden so that we elevate while everyone else stays in sheep-mode.

Side note: Reread the last sentence.

This has been our leaders’ modus operandi since the beginning of time.

Mystery schools. Secret societies. Ancient rituals known only to an initiated few.

OLAW, unlike Hermes’ Emerald Tablet or ISIS’ Bembine Table, holds the key and it’s clear as fucking day.

So I invite you to start living your virtues, loving your vices, and finding your center.

And who knows, maybe I’ll see you at to of the fabled Mount Olympus.

I’ll bring a pack of smokes, an Old Fashioned, and a new hope.

What will you bring?

Got questions, comments, or a related story to share?

I would LOVE to hear from you — and that was cheesy in the most genuine way.

• Please feel free to share them in the comments.
• Text or call me at (424) 901–9514.
• Email me at scott.plesha@gmail.com.

I’ll do my best to get back to you as quickly as I possibly can.

Let’s keep elevating each other.

One Love // All Ways.

Forever.

SM