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The following contains personal accounts and discussions of trauma, including sexual abuse and spiritual abuse, which may be triggering or distressing for some readers.

Please care for your well-being as you engage — take breaks as needed, and reach out for support if you become overwhelmed.

If you are in crisis, you can contact the 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline (U.S.) or local emergency services.

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The Beginning

Before the abuse started, I was an innocent, vibrant boy full of imagination and possibility. The Roman Catholic Church didn’t just take my childhood through abuse — they attempted to sever me from my family, my soul, my direct connection to the divine through deep ritualistic and spiritual conditioning. I was taught that only priests could interpret God’s will, that only they could grant access to divine love.  Over and over they told me God hated me.  My family hated me.  And that the only path to salvation was to do what they asked. 

 

This conditioning, deep and intentional, passed on through generations, is one of the most insidious forms of control.

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The Trauma 

From age 6 until 18, I was targeted, conditioned, sexually abused and emotionally tortured in ways that were ritualized and hidden beneath religious ceremony.  Over those twelve years the abuse was repeated hundreds of times — systematic, calculated, and sustained, designed to erase identity and enforce obedience.

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The abuse began when I was 6 years old at Notre Dame parish and school in Denver, Colorado.  The Monsignor at the parish began grooming and conditioning through sexual abuse, using other boys I served with to convince me what I was doing was okay.  The abuse both continued and escalated with other visiting priests joining. 

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Among the most disturbing memories were the threats.  That if I told anyone, or allowed them to find out, they would kill me and harm my family.   They instilled terror and shame to ensure my silence. 

 

As time progressed so did the abuse.   I was exposed to other clergy and taken to Saint Andrew regularly, where I was forced to perform in twisted staged plays, was subject to gang sexual abuse and was photographed.   And it didn’t stop there.  There were episodes of electroshock 'treatments' meant to fragment memory. I was so well conditioned and groomed that I was caught in the web of their darkness and perversions.  

 

I was also taken to Camp Saint Malo on multiple occasions.  I was sexually abused and photographed further.  As I matured, I was convinced by my abusers that I should pursue a path to priesthood and was taken to Saint Thomas Seminary were I was gang raped in a dark satanic rituals.  The predators were all clergy and seminarians.  

 

By adolescence I was hyper-sexualized and broken, trapped in prostitution and pornography networks that trafficked me to other dioceses. Any hope of a normal youth, or life for that matter, was lost in deep despair.  Unable to tell anyone I felt truly and utterly alone.  

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I fled Colorado at 18, carrying unbearable shame and confusion. Dissociation and repression became survival mechanisms until my memories returned in 2022. Yet through it all, my warrior spirit — and a quiet, unwavering faith in what I now call Spirit — never died. I never surrendered to becoming one of them.

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The trauma was so severe that my mind shielded me through dissociation and repression, keeping the memories fragmented and locked away until they surfaced in July 2022. What my abusers never realized was that even as they tried to break me, my warrior spirit persevered.   And somehow I never lost my faith in God, or what I now know as Spirit.  Perhaps most importantly, I never succumbed to their desires for me to become one of them.

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After my memories surfaced we engaged the church directly and were subject to a traumatizing and shameful process of seeking justice.  The process was intentionally designed to be dishonest and to avoid any accountability.   We eventually filed lawsuits which were recently settled before going to court.  

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Repressed Memories and Awakening

When my repressed memories returned in 2022, I made a profound choice — to leave behind a successful career as a technology executive and dedicate every resource to healing. I understood that this journey wasn’t only about me. My greater purpose was to break cycles of generational trauma and help others reclaim their direct connection to divine love.

 

Through this journey, I discovered something extraordinary: true spirituality requires no intermediaries. The same divine universe that protected me as a child now guides me directly, downloading wisdom faster than thought, affirming it through unmistakable embodied responses.

 

I learned that every human being is born divine — worthy of direct connection to love, light, and truth. Any institution that claims exclusive access to that connection perpetuates deception.

 

The Healing 

This guidance led me back to jewelry making — an art I first learned at Camp Saint Malo, one of the places where I was harmed. What was once a reminder of trauma has been alchemized into a channel for healing.

 

Through Spirit, I was guided to minerals, numerology and other sacred practices that help survivors reclaim their power. Citrine and Turquoise emerged as a central stones — carrying emotional healing, renewed creativity, and abundance, perfectly aligned with what survivors need to rebuild their lives. Every piece I create is crafted through sacred ritual — blessed with prayer, meditation, and intentional numerical patterns that act as spiritual technologies for transformation.

 

The Mission 

This is why I founded Energy of Tribe and AspenMichael.com. More than jewelry, it is a living transmission of strength, healing, and truth. Our first offering, the Angel Armor collection, was born as spiritual armor for survivors — each piece a declaration that what was meant to destroy us becomes the very fire that protects us.

 

When you wear my jewelry, you connect to an ancient lineage of resilience, to the strength of countless survivors, and to your own divine nature. You join a tribe that transcends time and space — a tribe of warriors, healers, and evolving souls who choose light over darkness, truth over silence, and love over fear.

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This is my truth. This is my mission. And this is my vow: That even the deepest wounds can become wellsprings of healing, that cycles of trauma can be broken, and that direct divine connection is our birthright.

 

We are the Tribe of Survivors. Together, we rise.