Hey, I’m ian.

I organize this thing—but not because I’ve got it all figured out.

I’ve been obsessed with how to be a good human for as long as I can remember. Philosophy, spirituality, somatic psychology, fitness, integrative medicine, psychedelics, anthropology, world travel—even personal finance—it’s all been part of the search. Most of it was a way to make sense of unprocessed pain and to try to master it.

Research was me-search. But I was still suffering.

Eventually, I started to see the pattern: I was chasing freedom by trying to be perfect. What I really needed was something deeper—something embodied, relational, and rooted in truth. I had to find the courage to surrender to my grief, fear, and frustration. The first step was finding people who didn’t judge me while I was going through it. Heartfelt people became my medicine.

I’ve never taken the easy path. Some people do a weekend ayahuasca retreat; I spent 18 months in isolation in the Peruvian Amazon, apprenticing in the Shipibo tradition. I earned a master’s degree in somatic therapy. I’ve sat with death. Walked with grief. And each step has stripped me down to something more honest—that process is still unfolding.

Along the way, a question kept surfacing—one I think many of us carry:

How am I supposed to stay open and vulnerable, while still getting shit done in the world? How do I buckle down to protect and provide, while also staying connected, present, and loving?

A big part of the answer, for me, was finding real camaraderie. A circle of men willing to feel deeply, fail openly, and keep showing up.

I’m not perfect. But I’ve lived some things, and I’m here to humbly share what I can. I’m also just curious—and I want to learn from you.

IMC is a space to drop the performance, live life with a crew, and find the freedom and pleasure of giving the world your greatest gifts.