Is This It? You’ve Got The Freedom, The Lifestyle, The Success… So Why Does Life Still Feel So Empty?
Something’s missing, right? You’ve escaped the grind, you’re doing everything you’re “supposed” to, but that nagging feeling won’t go away. This 7-email series is for you.
Black Friday: One Payment. Lifetime Access.
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Reader, Rageheart’s Black Friday deal is live. Lifetime access to the Academy for $197. No subscriptions. No monthly fees. Just $197 and you’re in forever. Considering it’s normally $27/month or $270/year, this deal is a no-brainer. One payment. Lifetime access. Done. (Note: If you threw your hand up by mistake (bad timing, maybe?) or just don’t want these emails anymore (I can take it), you can opt out of this Black Friday promotion with one click right here.) This is the first time I’ve offered a one-time payment instead of a subscription. Honestly, I don’t know if I’ll ever do it again. If you want in at this price, now’s the time. Now, let’s get real. Who should sign up:
Who shouldn’t sign up:
The Rageheart Academy isn’t about hacks or surface-level fixes. It’s about regulating your nervous system so you can feel alive again. Safe. Human. If that sounds like what you’ve been searching for... Get all the juicy details right here 👉 Unleash the beast, John |
Is This It? You’ve Got The Freedom, The Lifestyle, The Success… So Why Does Life Still Feel So Empty?
Something’s missing, right? You’ve escaped the grind, you’re doing everything you’re “supposed” to, but that nagging feeling won’t go away. This 7-email series is for you.
Reader, The MDMA hit her like a wrecking ball, but it wasn’t the high she couldn’t shake. It was what came after. I didn’t know this yet — not when I called her that night. For me, it was just another restless evening in 2020. My meditation cushion mocked me from the corner, the journals stacked on my desk like an unfinished assignment. I’d done the cold shower, the breathwork, the whole damn self-help circus. But still, I felt hollow. “Hey,” she answered, her voice taut with energy, like...
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Reader, You’ve spent years living for them. Your boss. Your parents. Your friends. Even your partner. The right words. The right actions. The right everything. Trying to fit into a mold you never signed up for. Do they like me? Am I enough? What if I screw it all up? It’s exhausting. And you can feel it — deep in your chest, tightening your throat, clouding your head. But here’s the thing: It’s not just them. This isn’t about people-pleasing or perfectionism. Not really. It’s your nervous...