Why Breathwork Journeying Might Be the Portal Out of Your Existential Funk

(Or at least stop you from rage-eating gluten-free cookies while Googling “how to spiritually hex your boss”)

Let’s just cut to it. Life is weird, you’re overwhelmed, and your nervous system is one group chat away from staging a walkout. You’ve saged your house, screamed into a pillow, realigned your chakras with interpretive dance—and somehow you still feel like a spiritually exhausted meerkat in a wind tunnel.

Enter: breathwork journeying.

No yoga contortions. No chanting in Sanskrit. No need to dress like a Himalayan goat herder unless that’s your vibe. Just your breath, your body, and a willingness to get out of your own bloody way.

Here’s the magic sauce: when you breathe consciously—especially using a simple 3-part breath (into the belly, into the chest, exhale like a tired walrus)—you switch on your parasympathetic nervous system. That’s the part of your body that says, “Hey. You’re not being chased by a saber-toothed tiger. You can unclench now.”

This isn’t just relaxation. This is cellular soul spelunking. Breathwork lets you dive beneath the usual mental noise and reach the parts of yourself you’ve been ignoring since approximately Year 7.

You might meet your inner child, your shadow self, your grandmother’s ghost, or that version of you that still believes in love and doesn't reply to texts with passive-aggressive emojis. Emotions rise, stories unravel, healing happens. Sometimes there's snot. Occasionally there’s howling. Often there’s laughter that seems to come from the marrow of your bones. That’s normal. It’s messy magic.

Eagle Eye once told me, “The breath is the song your ancestors have been humming through your body since the moment you were born.”

Pieter, on the other hand, said, “It’s the cheapest psychedelic journey you’ll ever take. And no one wakes up in a bush naked.” Both have a point.

You don’t have to be ‘good’ at breathwork. You don’t have to believe in anything. You just have to be willing to breathe in, breathe out, and keep going when your brain tries to distract you with snack cravings or that weird thing you said in 2014.

This Saturday at 6:30 PM Brisbane, Australia time, I’m hosting a Breathwork Fire Circle—online AND in person. Join from your lounge in trackies or sit around the fire with the rest of us spiritual weirdos. Either way, you’ll be held, guided, and probably cracked open in the best possible way.

It’s only $10 AUD. That’s like… nothing. If you're in the US, that's practically couch-cushion money. Skip one sad latte and come do something that might actually help you feel human again. (Bonus: no frothy milk regret.)

Reserve your place here before your ego makes up an excuse involving laundry or the apocalypse:

https://living5d3d.com/upcoming-events/

Come experience what happens when you stop overthinking and start breathing like your life depends on it—because, plot twist: it kind of does.

Side effects may include:

Unexpected clarity, accidental forgiveness, spontaneous spiritual downloads, giggle fits, and remembering that healing doesn’t have to be so damn serious.

See you in the breath.

And bring tissues. Spirit’s got receipts.