We don’t lose faith. We outsource it.

Everyone around you is too close to tell you the truth. I’m not.

My name is Oriya. It means “Light of God” in Hebrew. I was given that name by a kabbalistic godfather, after spending my first forty days in an incubator — in a house that mixed Ultra-Orthodox prayer with opium. I was born three months early into a war between two people who couldn’t stand each other. Faith was never handed to me. I had to build it.

This publication starts with a translation problem.

In the West, we treat faith as a noun. A thing you have or do not have. A passive intellectual agreement that something exists. You either believe or you do not, and there is not much you can do about it either way.

But in Hebrew, faith behaves differently.

The word is Emunah (אֱמוּנָה). It comes from the root letters aleph-mem-nun (א-מ-נ), and those same letters form a family of words that tell a different story.

Imun (אִמּוּן) means training. The kind you do at a gym. Repetition. Resistance. Showing up when you do not feel like it.

Oman (אוֹמָן) means craftsman. Someone who has built skill through years of deliberate practice.

Ne’eman (נֶאֱמָן) means reliable. Load-bearing. When you call someone ne’eman, you are saying they can hold weight without buckling.

Amen (אָמֵן) — yes, that amen — comes from the same root. It does not mean “I agree.” It means “I am planting my feet. I am building on this.”

Faith is not a feeling you wait for. It is a muscle you build.

This changes everything.

You do not go to the gym because you feel strong. You go to become strong. The feeling follows the action. Spiritual life works the same way. You do not wait to feel connected before you practice. You practice to build the vessel that can hold connection.

I spent thirty years inside every form of outsourcing there is. Substances — weed for three decades, ceremonies, the whole menu. Love — looking for transcendence in other people's bodies and approval. Spirituality — hundreds of healing sessions over seven years where I couldn't hold the space without taking the medicine myself. Career — Wall Street, tech, real estate, the whole performance.

I put it all down.

I’ve been clean for over a year. I spent over a decade navigating intimacy issues inside my own marriage without walking away. I went seven years without sex — not as a discipline, not as punishment, but because we both needed the space to stop performing and start building something real. Most of what I know about love, I learned by staying.

I write about the four things we outsource: substances, intimacy, approval, and God. Same architecture, different doors. I’ve been inside all of them.

I also translate the Hebrew transmissions of Ruth Kedem — ancient wisdom rebuilt for people who’ve been burned by religion but still feel the signal underneath.

I am Israeli. I am Jewish. My wife is a Christian. I grew up in Jerusalem, left at fourteen, and spent thirty years in the space where worlds collide.

I love my tradition because it is the melody of my childhood, not because I think it is the only song. I do not believe trauma — collective or personal — is a license for violence, exclusivity, or the belief that any group stands closer to God than another.

I do not speak for a government or a movement. I speak for the Source Code — ancient technology that belongs to anyone willing to train.

This house is post-religious. Everyone is welcome at the table.

I will not try to convert you. I will not try to save you. I will share what I learned building the structure that reality could not knock over.

If you are looking for sugar, the internet has plenty. If you are looking for substance, stay.

If you want to work with me directly: http://www.oriya.vision If you want the free recovery protocol: http://www.12beats.com

This is not a library. It is a gym.

Oriya