Today I got up and felt behind because I didn’t wake at 4:30. That old pressure returned — the sense that I had to catch up. So I got on with it. I finished editing the colander video and shared the link with a few more people. A few started registering and entering the journey.
And yet… I felt a strange limbo. That part of the project is complete — it’s done enough to carry people. So now it’s a matter of watching how it lands, letting people go through it, and welcoming whatever feedback comes.
There’s still more I could do — polish the videos further — but they’re aligned with the PDFs, and the offering is solid. It’s a divine offering, not a sale. I created it to be experienced. The work is deep. This isn’t a casual cleanse. It’s a spiritual rite disguised as physical detox — and there’s nothing like it. Cinematic spiritual retreat. A new industry.
Shade updated the backend course and design. I set up the Pre-Cleanse email. The funnel is fully working. Everything is now in place.
I had a call with my therapist — she said “planetary service.” that’s great. She watched the trailer and said, “You’re a genius at marketing.” It reminded me of my father, a pioneer who introduced music videos to television. I’m walking a similar path — but in devotion. A conscious version of that inheritance.
I said something today in one of the videos:
“If you can share your shit, you can share your shilts — your shame and guilt. That’s planetary service.”
That stuck with me. That’s what this is. That’s what New Earth is.
Money flowed out today — rent, bike, visa, even my matcha ran out. And yet… I noticed the tension but stayed calm. I reminded myself to trust. I’m committing to waking early again. Alarm set. 4:30. Even if I struggle, I’ll return to that rhythm for now. A week of discipline.
Later I saw Peg and Yaras from the Hoo Temple — the ones I feared I wasn’t “accepted” by after Friday. That fear softened. At the music spot we went to, Yaras did a fortune reading with cards again — like last week. Again, accurate. “You’re carrying too much in your heart,” he said. The Jack showed up. And yes, I am. There’s grief I still carry. Old life echoes — stepchildren, messages unanswered, things left unsaid.
I can’t force closings.
This is the new life now.
I can keep creating.
I don’t need to be understood.
I’m not here for approval.
This is for service. For the New Earth.
In the evening, I kept reading through old journals — even one from ten years ago where I also mentioned 4:30 wakeups. It’s humbling how little changes in the deep thread of devotion. Everything changes… and nothing does.
The book is still a mammoth task. But I’m staying with it. I planted the seed in the course. Arthur’s life. His journey. It will be written. It must be shared.
Reflection Prompts
Where did I hold my boundary?
I held my boundary with time and technology. Despite feeling behind, I honored the pace and refused to panic.
What energy did I move forward?
Planetary service. Completion. Humility. I moved the first cycle of the course into the world.
What surprised me today?
Yaras’ reading. The “Jack.” His accuracy. The mirror of my heart’s burden.
What did I offer or receive in service today?
I offered the finished course. I shared my love for my friends. Appreciated them even more after I got a lovely message from them of their appreciation for me. Pen also messaged me her gratitude yesterday morning which I didn’t add.
What did I witness within myself or another today?
I witnessed the loop — how my devotion today mirrors my devotion ten years ago. The man I was then is still here, still chiseling.
What am I integrating or letting go of?
Letting go of being “too much” or “not enough.” Integrating that I am where I’m meant to be — exactly here, in service.
