Dr John A. King: Biohacking Trauma

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I’ve got a fresh one for the Brilliant To Bollocks-O-Meter, and this time it’s The City & The City by China Miéville. I’m giving this one a solid half brilliant . Here’s why. First up, there’s no question the bloke can write. The style is strong. There’s a real noir feel running through it, and as someone who loves noir, reads noir, and writes noir, that part worked for me. The writing had weight....

My name is Dr. John King. I’m one of the partners at Manna Life. I’m a writer, an author, and I work in the area of mental health. And if you’re on Substack, you can find me at DrJohnAKing.com . Coming into a new year, I want to talk about something most people say they want—but rarely build on purpose: Peace and ease. Because here’s what tends to happen at the end of the year: we look forward… bu...

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You Don’t Lose Your Man Card for Telling the Truth Silence is shredding our homes. Speaking up is not weakness—it’s leadership. There are millions of men who feel like they have no voice and no place . They bottle it up. They swallow it. And while they’re trying to “be strong,” that pressure leaks out sideways—onto their wives, their kids, their teams. We have to make space for a different kind of...

Years ago, I sat at my kitchen table and drew a rough Venn diagram. In one circle I listed everything that set me off—foods, sounds, places, people, smells. In the other, I listed what kept me steady—sleep, movement, clean meals, quiet mornings, safe faces. I asked one question: What’s the 20% that, if I get it right, will improve 80% of my life? Then I went after it. I read a couple hundred books...

G’day. I’m Dr. John A. King. I was born in Australia and I am Warumungu. My skin name is Jungarrayi . I come from the red center of the country. That is where my story begins. My heritage, like my linage is confusing. My first “recall” of what happened did not land until 2008. I was 45. Before that I had flashes, like old film frames, then one ordinary Thursday at 2:30 p.m. it all played like a mo...