I was building mining rigs before I was old enough to legally use an exchange. I lost the portfolio I'd spent four years building because I had no written exit — and then spent the next three years turning that into a system with rules I'd actually follow. In 2025 I ran it and laddered out early, on a rule I'd written months before, and being early cost me the last leg. LiftOffr is that system, published every morning, including the readings that go the wrong way.
I built my first mining rig in a friend's basement with RX 570s and 580s. We dodged the Micro Center one-per-customer limit by sending kids in waves. I was underage for legal exchange access, so I sold mined BTC online for Amazon gift cards — then sold the codes to my dad at face value.
The wooden frame caught fire one night. NiceHash got hacked the next month. By the end of 2017 I'd learned every way to lose money in crypto, including ways the books didn't cover.
Ran north of $100,000 in mining rigs the next summer. A client out in Winona stopped paying, the dispute went to court, and I handled it worse than I'd handle it now. The 2018 bear gutted what was left. I went into 2019 broke, but with a stack of lessons I couldn't have bought.
By 2021 I'd built up a real portfolio. The indicators topped out in November and I ignored them. Through 2022 I gave it all back. I sat in my dorm room watching $30K disappear between two college classes. No system, no exit plan, no idea what the indicators were screaming. Just hopium.
That moment — staring at the screen between two classes — is the reason LiftOffr exists. I wasn't going to ride another cycle without a framework.
I DCA'd through the bear. Not because I was brave — because I'd built a system that told me when the indicators were screaming "buy" and I trusted it more than my feelings. CBBI under 0.3. MVRV negative. Puell below 0.4. Fear & Greed in the single digits. The same readings that look obvious in hindsight and feel impossible in the moment.
I sold into the 2025 top on a ladder, and I am not going to put a number on it here. What I can show you is the part that is on the record: the model crossed into its exit zone on 27 June 2025 at $107,091, and that crossing is in the public log at /receipts where you can check it. The next part you cannot check: I laddered out over the following weeks. That is my word, unaudited, outside the record, and not evidence the model works. The disclaimer says the same: the dated signals are a backtest nobody traded as they printed. Bitcoin peaked at $124,824 on 6 October. So the ladder was early, and being early cost me the last leg — which is exactly what a threshold model does and exactly what the plan is written to survive.
What I am not going to tell you is what I made, or show you a screenshot of a number I can't let you verify. This site's whole argument is that you can check the things I claim. A personal P&L is the one thing you can't, so it doesn't get used as proof. The model's record is the proof, and it includes the crossings that went the wrong way.
The full method is public at /track-record — every input, every weight, every assumption — and all 64 dated signals it has produced are at /receipts.
Because the difference between the version of me that gave it back and the version that didn't wasn't intelligence, conviction, or risk tolerance. It was a system I'd actually run when it mattered — written down on a boring Tuesday, months before it was needed. That's the entire edge, and it's teachable, which is why there's a business here at all.
And every week, hundreds of DMs ask me the same two questions: When do I buy? When do I sell? That's not a DM-sized answer. So I built the thing I needed in 2021:
No leverage. No quick-money pitches. Hardware-wallet discipline is non-negotiable. The brand is anti-influencer for a reason — because the people who sold you 100x altcoins in 2021 didn't text you when it was time to exit.
The same dad who bought Amazon gift cards off me in 2017 has watched the whole arc since. What changed isn't a number in an account — it's that a seventeen-year-old selling gift codes out of a basement had no frame of reference for any of this being on the table at all. That gap, between what you can currently imagine and what's actually available, is the thing I care about. Not the stuff. The frame.
If you're sitting where I was sitting at the last top — round-tripping, panicking, or just guessing — I built this for you.
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