I spent a lot of time in my twenties in search of my purpose. My curiosity and spiritual hunger led me to the Far East. I traveled a long time through China, southeast Asia, and India, studying yoga and its underlying philosophies.
Divine Farmer was born on a boat to Shanghai, but I didn’t know it at the time. What I did know was that something deeply meaningful found me: Chinese medicine.
I fell extremely ill on that boat with 104 fever and talking in tongues. One man noticed how sick I was and came to offer a mysterious handful of what looked like seeds. With few alternatives, I decided to take them. He applied cold compresses to my forehead that smelled like strange, fresh herbs and stuck tiny acupuncture needles in my hands and around my elbows.
Within a few hours my fever broke; and by the end of the next day I was completely fine. I spent that day talking to him about Chinese medicine and his dream of making it more known in the West, which soon became my dream too.