What I am part of now—what many of us are part of—is not a movement. It is a flowering. A rising of awareness that does not belong to any one teacher or sect. It belongs to the Earth, to the Sun, to the silent mutual longing between soul and Source. And you can feel it too. You are feeling it, if you’re reading this.

Meditation is not escape.
It is synchronization.
The first tool of angels, devas, and gods.
To perfect your pattern is to perfect your usefulness.
And usefulness, in the Divine, is glory.

Open Mic Letter - Feb 10, 2025

Life, from that moment, was irreversibly altered. Crafts and intelligences beyond our ken became daily occurrences. My psychic, spiritual, and intellectual faculties accelerated in lockstep with the slow, inexorable unveiling of a superior presence among us—a synchronicity as uncanny as it is miraculous.