While other kids were playing tag or glued to their Gameboys, I was watching people. Not in a distracted way but deeply. I noticed things.

The way a mother’s tone changed when she was stressed. The sadness behind a stranger’s smile.

I would ask people questions most kids wouldn’t dare to.

I wanted to understand what made us who we are. And when I wasn’t

speaking to others, I was speaking to something else.

Something invisible. Something sacred. Maybe it was God. Maybe it was my soul. I just

knew it felt real. I never told anyone. I kept it hidden. I would sneak off to church alone on

the weekends. Not because anyone told me to, but because something in me was already searching.

I would sit in those pews, whispering prayers, trying to understand a world no one around me seemed to see.

That curiosity only grew. It became a fire inside me. I wanted to know why we suffer. Why

we repeat the same patterns. Why healing feels so far away for so many of us. That led me to study psychology. I thought maybe there I would find the answers I had been chasing since I was a child. And to be fair it helped. For a while.

But even as I dove deep into the science of the mind, a deeper knowing inside me kept whispering, this is not the whole story.

I started seeing patterns in myself and my clients that didn’t fit neatly into the theories. I was healing. I was growing. But something still felt incomplete.

Psychology helped me understand my thoughts, but it could not explain the energy underneath them. It gave me tools to name patterns, track behaviours, and label trauma—but

it could not touch the parts of people that I felt but could never quite explain. The unspoken frequency behind our emotions. The invisible field beneath our pain. The energetic imprint that words alone could not reach.

I spent ten years practicing psychology. I sat with over 300 people in deep, vulnerable conversations.

I listened to their pain. I held space for their stories. I guided them with everything I had learned. And still I could feel there was more. There were moments in session where I knew we were missing something. Not because we weren’t working hard.

But because healing is not just mental. It is spiritual.

That quiet whisper I had followed my whole life began to grow louder. It reminded me that

real transformation happens when we treat the whole person, not just their thoughts, but their essence.

That is when I began creating the method I now live and breathe, the Quantum Healing

Method. It was born from my own awakening, but refined through thousands of hours of

client work. It integrates the spiritual, the mental, and the physical, because true healing can

only happen when all three are aligned.

One of my clients Marcus came to me with decades of stored pain. He had done therapy, mindset work, energy healing, you name it. But nothing had stuck.

He told me, “Jake, I feel like I’ve been trying to heal my whole life but never actually getting anywhere.”

We worked together using my quantum method. Within six weeks, Marcus experienced more healing than he had in his entire existence. He cried during one of our final sessions, not from

pain, but from finally feeling peace. The type of peace that does not come from intellectual

understanding, but from spiritual remembrance. He did not just change. He came home to himself.

That is what this work does. It brings you back to the part of you that was never broken.

The part that already knows who you are. Because the true essence of healing is not in fixing.

It is in remembering your soul.

That was the turning point. I stopped searching outside myself and started listening inward.

And what I found was not new. It was ancient. It was the same quiet voice I had always felt.

The one that sat with me in church as a little boy. The one that had guided me through every breakdown. It had never left.

This journey was never about fixing myself. It was about remembering. I was never broken.

I was buried. The day I began to see myself through a spiritual lens was when I stopped seeing myself as just a mind or a body but as energy and essence, everything began to shift.

I did not find a new version of me. I remembered who I already was.

And in that remembering, I created The Great Awakening.

Not as a concept. As a lived experience. A framework that I built not from theory, but from heartbreak. From collapse.

From years of guiding others who were doing all the right things

meditating, journaling, going to therapy, but still stuck.

Because no one had shown them how to work across all three planes. Spiritual. Mental.

Physical. Most people are trying to heal from the neck up. They are stuck in survival, disconnected from their bodies, repeating trauma that was never theirs to begin with.

We are taught healing takes decades. That it has to be hard. That it only works for some

people. But I am here to show you otherwise. This is not a path to becoming someone new.

This is your invitation to remember who you already are. The voice inside you never left.

It is time to listen.