Street kids - holistic rehab in Mexico:

 In late 2016 I went To Puerto Penasco, Mexico with my 3 kids. We met a 12-year-old street kid named Cesa. When Cesa told me that he was homeless I asked him if he wanted me to adopt him. Cesa said yes.

I spent a lot of time looking for Cesa’s mother. I finally found her. She was very distrusting at first but then later we became very close friends. I took Cesa to her (she was in Tijuana) and he stayed with her drug-free for a good 9 months. Cesa’s mother had 3 young children and an older sonJesus (age 13 at the time) who was staying with her at the time. Also, one of Cesa’s brothers Alberto who was living on the street at the time, joined Cesa and also moved back in with his mother.

I paid their rent, their bills, sent them money for food, brought them clothes, bought them a computer and a washing machine. I supported the whole family for those 9 months.

UNfortunately, Cesa’s mother never did sign adoption papers. Instead she started manipulating me and using me for money. She also got jealous of Cesa’s love for me and started playing mind games trying to separate us. In response to that Cesa and his brother Jesus ran away from home and started living on the street again. They escaped during their visit to Puerto Penasco and never went back to their mother. The older brother Alberto had already left by then and was also back on the street. Cesa’s mother became an enemy and made multiple attempts to put me in jail.

I kept visiting Puerto Penasco and helping the street kids. We spent a lot of time with them, fed them at least once a day, brought them clothes, shoes and sometimes bicycles. Anyone who was brave enough to get an ibogaine treatment was rewarded with a bicycle or a phone.

In early 2018 we started giving the street kids microdoses of iboga. Since many of them were unable to receive an ibogaine treatment due to bad EKGs, I tried a different approach. I started microdosing them which is a way less intense way to get well but also very safe and did not require them to have perfect EKGs. I was blown away by the results. Within 2 to 3 weeks of microdosing there were drastic changes in the kids. Heavy drugs were no longer used, the use of glue was reduced dramatically or stopped completely. The levels of anxiety were reduced to nearly zero, the level of joy was greatly increased. I also took microdoses with the street kids to help me deal with my own trauma and to help me stay on my own spiritual path.

I always administer iboga root bark powder with a brown seaweed extract called modifilan. Modifilan delivers the minerals that are used up in the process of iboga repairing the body and brain. I came up with that combination on my own based on my own experiments a few years ago when using iboga root bark alone made my teeth weak and made them deteriorate. When I started consuming modifilan my teeth became strong again a couple months later. I shared my discovery with an ibogaine patient whom I met online and he reported amazing changes and a big breakthrough in his healing process when he added modifilan to his microdosing regiment.

So now I always combine the 2, it works really well.

Most ibogaine clinics are sadly focused on making money more than they are focused on helping people. They exaggerate the dangers of microdosing without supervision. In my opinion microdosing is very safe as long as you supplement with modifilan.

We were able to help the street kids a lot but they do need continued support. We are starting a GoFUndME campaign to be able to provide full time support and full time therapy for them. Quitting hard drugs is only the first step. There is a lot of trauma that needs to be addressed. They all originally ran away from home because of severe abuse by their family members. No child decides to run away from a loving family who treats them with respect.

Cesa had a father who beat his mother so bad that she nearly lost her eye. When she was pregnant with her second son (Cesa was her 4th son) he beat her up so bad that the baby was born with mental disabilities. He also abused the children, of course. During Cesa’s ibogaine treatment he got memories of being abused as an infant.

Ramon’s (who also suffered from autism) and his brother Chore’s father is currently in prison for 25 years for murder. In Mexico due to widespread corruption in the legal system almost no one ever goes to jail even when they rape or murder people. I can’t even begin to imagine what it had to take for Ramon’s father to be locked up for 25 years. On the same note, I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of abuse that man must have subjected his own children to.

It is very important to understand that every single one of the street kids ran away from rape and torture. It is very important to understand that the reason they got into heavy drugs is their tremendous pain. It is important to understand that the only way to help them is to love them like your own, to respect their free will, to have tremendous patience and ability to forgive, and to use the most effective cures that above all address mental, emotional and spiritual aspects of addiction.

Ibogaine addresses addiction on all those levels including the physical. Iboga (or the extract of it calle ibogaine) allows the patient to access their trauma and process it, heal it permanently. It is not a short term fix. It is a healing that permanently changes you. You can read more about iboga and ibogaine in the “ibogane treatment” tab of our website.

My work with the street kids is not easy. The kids love us but they do carry a lot of pain and repressed anger, they have a lot of unresolved emotional issues.

We went through a lot while helping them and while learning how to help them better.

We were robbed many times by the street kids. It was just 3 people out of 16 or 17 who robbed us, none of the others did even during a meth binge. The kids who robbed us apologized later. One of them, Richard, would give us money to make up for what he had done. The kids appreciate forgiveness and unconditional love. To me the stolen electronics and flash lights don’t mean much. Being able to help these kids means a lot more. And forgiving them for theft is not very hard especially when they express remorse and give you the biggest hug.

What was harder to deal was violence. Chore whose father is in prison for 25 years is a really sweet person, but one time someone gave him alcohol and he got violent. My son overreacted and a big fight broke out. Chore hit my son Nebo on the head many times and in the stomach. He could have easily killed him. A few minutes later Chore lifted a huge boulder and nearly threw it at us (a crowd of street kids and me and my son Nebo). We called the police and the police took him to jail but also arrested me because I was filming them. I spent the night on a cement bed with no blanket, no toilet paper and I was lucky that I made friends with one of the guards. He brought me a sweater that someone else had forgotten and gave me lots of water and even offered me cookies. That guard and I spent a good few hours having conversations about natural medicine through the metals bars of my cell. I almost felt like a famous Russian revolutionary who always made friends with prison guards, so much so that the prison had to rotate them every few hours out of fear that they would help him escape...LOL..

We had many encounters with corrupt police who target the street kids, rob them, beat them up, use tasers on them and put them in jail for washing windows. Puerto Penasco is a very corrupt town controlled by the tourist industry, by hotels owned mostly by Americans. Street kids are an inconvenience and the authorities normally treat them like garbage.

We were also targeted because we are gringos, white folks. POlice would stop us and make up lies and excuses to fine us. One time they put guns against our backs because I slowed down at a green light.

I was thrown in jail once because I refused to pay their fake fines. My son Nebo was threatened with federal prison (he is only 16). But then the cops just let them all (including the street kids they arrested), they let them all escape. Mexican police can be funny.

My son Nebo was once thrown in jail after he was robbed and beaten be a tweaker. The police tried to extort money out of me but I did not budge.

However, I have to give them credit, that after I explained my work with the street kids to the police a few times, after I told them how much pain those kids had been through, they actually completely left us alone. In the past they pulled us over almost every time they saw us. Nowadays, they completely ignore us and when we do interact with them for other reasons some police officers thank me for my work and thank me for coming to their town.