Ten years ago, I was going for a morning walk through the hills of Jindabyne (Snowy Mountains). I’m not sure if you would call it an epiphany or what, but I had a sudden urgency to get really healthy, to cleans my energy. At the time I was working hard and playing extra hard and started to experience severe fatigue, burn out and depression.

Next thing you know, I was on a mission to raise my energy levels physically and emotionally. I swapped out the party life for breathwork, yoga, meditation and a vegetarian lifestyle. I was all in, within nine months, I had been to 2 X yoga retreats in Bali, a yoga school in Thailand, and did my 200hr Yoga Teaching Certification in Singapore.

After getting back from Singapore, I just didn’t feel right teaching the 5000-year-old discipline until I went to India, where it all began. I actually remember being in year six and I chose to do an assignment on “Yogis of India.” I remember being at the kitchen table cutting out yogis in all sorts of crazy poses and gluing them to my piece of cardboard. “I’m going to go to India one day Mum” I said.

I had actually forgotten all about that until I found myself preparing for my trip. It makes you wonder if our destiny is already imprinted within our soul. I researched for weeks and kept being guided to an Ashram in Vrindavan. It turns out when I got there, I found out it was actually considered to be a holy place. It was the birth place of Krishna, a major deity in Hinduism.

I got off the plane in Delhi and found a sweet little Indian man holding up a sign that said “Charlie.” I jumped in the car and made the two-hour journey south to Vrindavan. I remember looking out the window thinking “holy shit!” What a sensory overload! The sights, the smells, the taste of the air, the sounds, the bumpy arse car ride…. 

For the next six weeks, I immersed myself in the yogic lifestyle. I’d wake at 3:30am for a pilgrimage through the sacred town of Vrindavan. The smell of incense was in the air, ceremonial fires were burning, the sounds of bells, gongs and chanting echoed through the whole town. Purnendu and I would power walk 10kms every morning as a moving meditation. When we would get back, the beautiful women that worked in the kitchen would bring me a chai. I would then practice yoga for an hour with Yoshendu, followed by a big plate of fruit for breakfast. I’d fast for the rest of the day and have a special Ayurvedic dinner to nourish and heal my body.

Let me tell you, the first three weeks of my stay in India was rough. My body was purging, not just physically, but emotionally as well. The “therapeutic” vomiting, the daily lymphatic massages, the diet, the meditation in a dark cave, breath work, yoga and daily journaling was literally destructing and transforming the person I thought I was. It was a month of letting go physically, emotionally and spiritually.

While I was there, I got to teach yoga to the school students. The Ashram had a school on the property which was totally funded by the family I was staying with. For the first 30mins of their school day, they would practice yoga. I remember the moment when I was teaching these kids, I had a thought… “I need to go back home and teach our kids this stuff”. They were the happiest, healthiest and strongest kids I’d ever met! Every afternoon I would play cricket with them. We couldn’t really communicate with each other through words because of the language barrier, but we could play together. It was the best. I formed such a bond with these boys, and they still keep in contact with me via Facebook.

The last two weeks of my stay in India, I journeyed through the Himalaya’s, to the holy waters of Gongorti. We practiced yoga and meditation along the Ganges. It was magical. When we got to the holy waters of Gongortri, our teacher asked if we’d like to bathe in them. It was FREEZING! But a voice in my head said “You will never be back here again in your life, GET IN!” So, I stripped off and in I went. I held onto a metal bar that hung over the waterfall. I hung on tight and let the holy waters wash over me. I had never felt water so cold! My whole body went numb. When I got out, I slowly started to get feeling back. I felt reborn! For the first time, in a long time I felt ALIVE!!!

Since then, I have connected back to my own Aboriginal heritage, have practiced and studied disciplines from indigenous cultures around the world. I have lived as close as I can to the seven spiritual laws of nature, and with that realising that the western world has got it all wrong. Yes the material world is great and it's nice to have luxuries, but our kids need to learn that it's our inner world that matters most! Our basic needs of survival need to be met first, and everything after that is secondary. It has been my passion over the last ten years to not only heal myself of the social conditionings we have been brought up to believe, but to share this knowledge.

“THE EARTH PROGRAM” is a piece of my Dreamtime Story. I hope you enjoy it. 

Lots of love & happiness,

Charlie X

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