Beneath the star-draped skies of Africa on the evening of April 16, 2016, a powerful figure emerged from the shadows—Senator, affluent, ambitious, with eyes on the highest office of his nation. His request was not one of trivial pursuit; he sought the presidency, the helm of a country. Yet for me, a Feng Shui Master, this went far beyond arranging energies or realigning structures. To empower such a vision required purity of spirit—integrity, both his and my own. As Grand Master Yap Cheng Hai taught, “True character surfaces in the crucible of aspiration.” So, I chose to watch him for six months, waiting to see if his intentions aligned with the sacred currents of the universe.
At first, his ideals gleamed like a desert oasis. He spoke ardently of transformation, of building five pillars that would uplift his nation. I was inspired and began introducing him to allies of substantial influence, opening doors to possibilities he had only dreamed of.
His first vision centered on energy: a robust and sustainable supply that would illuminate his country. I introduced him to Evron, a company with amazing technology from Israel known for managing electricity with steadfast precision, equipped with technology that could regulate payment with a mere flip of a switch. Solar energy, hydroelectric ventures—they became part of his arsenal for an electrified nation.
Our next mission was food sovereignty. On September 26, 2016, I arranged for him to meet Matthew Karan, owner of Karan Beef, Africa’s premier meat producer. The Senator offered R7 billion for the secrets to raising the continent’s finest cattle. With similar zeal, he pursued RCL Foods, a giant with roots in chicken production, sugar, maize, and pet foods. Then, a grand deal with the Land Bank to secure a million hectares for agriculture, solidifying a foundation for future abundance.
Water flowed next in his plans, as endless as the African plains, as he sought a supply for clean, life-giving water. I connected him with PPT, a leading water management company, as he pursued a dream of quenching his people’s thirst.
Housing, however, was where my art truly emerged. Together we approached construction firms, architects, and designers who could build 600 homes a day. I could design towns in harmony with nature’s pulse, neighborhoods crafted not just for shelter but for serenity. Here, I applied the wisdom of Feng Shui: each home would be attuned to the specific birth charts of its residents, avoiding magnetic fields, like not be sleeping on a 79 that would cause addictions to smoking, drugs & alcohol. Or they would not sleep on a 25 or 52 that would cause chronic illnesses or they would not sleep on a 23 that would cause arguments. They would sleep on a 88 in Period 8 or a 9 mountain star in period 9 that would ensure good health & good relationships & a good character person. The door would be placed on a 8 water star for period 8 & on a 9 water star in period 9, that would ensure great financial success to the occupants. We would embracing magnetic fields of health, wealth, and prosperity. I guided the Senator’s plan to place each door to invite fortune, each bed to nurture longevity. With shrewd resourcefulness, he arranged for a mining company to fund these homes, offering sanctuary to its workers in return for loyalty and labor.
And finally, his vision spanned roads, railways, and airports to bridge the nation. He yearned to create employment in agriculture, mines, manufacturing, and universities, bringing prosperity to his people. With each step, his words rang with a fervor akin to my own: a vision to elevate lives, to weave a brighter tapestry.
But then, the shadows grew. Strange meetings, whispers that slithered in the night. Strange meetings with very powerful people, who were not on the same path as our mission .
One evening in Johannesburg, he led me to the opulent Great Gatsby House, where he signed a contract for R110 million with a chuckle, “The cheapest house we’ve ever bought.” I felt the prick of curiosity. And soon, more followed.
The Senator lingered in a Houghton boutique hotel, always carrying a briefcase of cash, exchanging it within dim corridors, the echoes of mystery trailing him. Instinct gnawed at me to unravel his past. When I did, the revelations struck like thunder: scandal upon scandal, allegations of fraud that crossed continents, tales of deception woven into billions.
In that instant, I knew. This was no man of vision, no harbinger of transformation. This was a man cloaked in charisma, his heart veiled in shadows. When he returned to request my guidance to secure his presidency, I looked into his eyes and said, “No.”
For Feng Shui is not a mere tool for ambition—it is a divine art of harmony, a sacred dance that connects earth and spirit. It is meant to heal, to uplift, to bring peace to lives, not to be bent under the weight of corruption. I would guard its mysteries, withholding them from hands that could sow ruin with its power.
Even later, when he was acquitted, my conviction held. Some truths are beyond the reach of courtrooms or absolution. As I looked back on our journey, I was reminded that to place power in the wrong hands is to unravel the soul of a nation. And so, as a Feng Shui Master, I vow not only to honor the balance of spaces but the sanctity of souls.