Today was one of those days that unfolds more symbolically than planned.
I left for my breathing session, but on the way, my bike tyre blew out. Back tyre. Yang. Mars. The body heading toward a teacher I wasn’t aligned with anymore. I’d only planned to go to record the breath — to make it my own — but something in the field resisted. Too much ego. Too much force. The blowout was the message. I left the bike parked, called the rental guy, and surrendered.
I went home and kept working on the YENERGY video. Much more time-consuming than expected — slowing clips, speeding others, re-recording lines, adjusting segments one by one. Easily over a hundred edits. It’s sacred movement, though. And whether anyone sees it or not… it’s part of the offering.
I jogged to the gym, still unsure whether metal and machines are part of the New Earth path — but I like having a structure to move energy through. It’s not about perfection. It’s about movement.
Later, a participant in the cleanse sent through parasite pictures — and something clicked:
We need a tool.
An AI model that can scan submitted photos of parasites and link them to what’s happening emotionally, mentally, even spiritually.
We could collect patterns, stories, data — and offer deeper insight.
The body doesn’t lie. The worms tell a tale.
It’s a latent project, but I’ll need a developer for that.
We had a light team call — just Penn and I — followed by some book editing. Flowing with what we can do.
On the ride home, a car suddenly surged forward and clipped me. I scraped against it — and didn’t stop.
It wasn’t right.
I just didn’t want to deal with the chaos. But I felt it linger in my chest afterward.
I made food. Watched a few shows. Finished the video.
One audio tweak at a time.
And now…
ready for rest.
Tomorrow is another opening.
