The Sacred Yes
There is a yes that does not come from the mouth. It rises from the marrow. It hums in the womb. It echoes in the silence between…
Voice Behind the Veil I wasn’t born knowing. I was born remembering— Through the mirror of my wounded masculine. Through the roar that rose from my belly. Through the…
“The Clay and the Ripple” There was a time I thought I had to earn my place here. That I had to prove my worth through perfection, performance, and…
🌬️ Take one conscious breath. Exhale the bullshit. Responsibility without accountability is an illusion. And the only thing more damaging than avoiding truth is covering it up—like a constant…
Pause. Breathe. Remember. We’ve built entire life cycles around the stories we tell ourselves. Stories born from pain, from perception, from survival. And somewhere along the way, we became…
A Sacred Love That Heals It is an unexplainable longing for love—one that cannot be spoken, only felt. A place where vulnerability becomes sanctuary, because you know without needing…
Journal Entry: Mirror Work in Motion Today, I saw myself in someone else’s reflection. Not the polished version. Not the “I’ve healed” version. The raw one. The reactive one.…
The Rupture into Radiance There comes a moment—ancient, encoded, eternal—when the heart cracks open not in despair, but in divine remembrance. The ancient ones knew this. They sang it…
🌿 When You Start Remembering Who You Are It doesn’t happen all at once. It begins in quiet moments—when you’re tired of the noise, the conflict, the endless scrolling.…
🌐 Divine Union: The Mirror We Must Become We are living in a time where the illusion of separation is crumbling. Where finger-pointing and protest echo the ache of…