There were no formal rules. The ethics were “factory-built” — inscribed within us from the beginning. It was in these joyful confrontations that I learned that conflict, endured with the apprenticeship of honor and principles of respect, can give rise to beautiful outcomes. Whether someone practiced karate, aikido, gymnastics, or simply possessed greater speed or power, the lesson was always the same: true strength lies not in domination but in mutual recognition, and technique becomes a silent language of understanding.
This early experience naturally aligned me with the British ethos of cultural integration — the invisible legacy of the Empire transformed into the Commonwealth: a mosaic of diversity bound not by uniformity, but by shared principles. I soon became a Beaver Scout, eager to commit to a life of values and service.
But when my family moved to Galicia, Spain, everything changed.
A Disrupted Lineage of Values
In Galicia, playful fighting was seen as aggression. Friendship was more often shaped by fashion, class, or taste. I became a solitary teenager — and yet I did not stop fighting. I realized my struggle was now cultural: a clash between the values I had embraced in London and those I encountered in a society divided between hyperconsumerism and rigid moralism.
In my twenties, a figure began to emerge in my imagination — not one I invented, but one that seized me. It was the Solar Warrior, an archetype that helped me decode what I had long felt: that my British alignment was not accidental but an expression of deeper ancestral memory — the Celtic heritage that once united tribes across Europe not through territory or language, but through an ideal.
This ideal saw the human being as a mediator between nature and transcendent order, someone who must resolve inner and outer conflict to reveal truth and unity. In my view, this unspoken covenant of the Celtic peoples prefigures the civilizing impulses of both the Roman and British Empires, and yet has been largely overlooked by historians. Its memory, though weakened, still pulses in places like Ireland, Wales, Brittany — and Galicia.
Bloodlines, Spirit Lines
The awakening of this heritage within me was catalyzed by the convergence of maternal and paternal lineages. My mother — with her very blue eyes, very pale skin, faith and noble temperament — was genetically linked to the final strongholds of the Celtic-Germanic tribes: Suevi, Franks, Goths, Lombards. My father’s lineage, rooted in 11th-century Catholic tradition, compensated the modern decline of faith through sheer willpower — a trait I also inherited.
In January 2025, I had the privilege of discussing these insights with Dr. Gonzalo Rodriguez, a leading Spanish historian of Celtic culture. He recognized the originality of my perspective, especially the way my practical knowledge of medieval operative arts confirmed philosophical intuitions rarely voiced in academic circles.
Why the Compass Rose? Why the Tower of Hercules?
And so, it was not by chance that I chose the Compass Rose beneath the Tower of Hercules as the site of my Guinness World Record. This was not just a record — it was a ceremonial act, the culmination of a personal odyssey shaped by the ethical code I had embodied since childhood.
The Compass Rose is a powerful symbol of orientation, integration, and the returning path. It links the Celtic roots of the Western world — from the north Atlantic to Galicia — and reminds us that even in exile, ancient values can resurface. The Tower of Hercules, Roman in architecture and mythic in spirit, became the stage where I offered this synthesis back to the world.
My feat — 17 chest-to-ground one-arm push-ups with feet together and the heart touching the earth on every rep — is a physical expression of the Solar Warrior ethos. It is a ritual of spirit-mind-body alignment, and its success is only possible when one’s inner compass is harmonized.
One Human Being, One Act of Synthesis
From my early schoolyard fights to the collapse of the Fondo Natural project, from isolation in adolescence to the spark of The Soul of the Sea, my journey has always pointed back to one truth:
Each of us is called to find synthesis — first of all, within ourselves.
The Compass Rose does not demand perfection. It demands direction. And if you walk your path with honor, your heart touching the ground at every step, something extraordinary will emerge.
