––– LEAVING DUBAI: A CHAPTER CLOSED –––
After yesterday’s revelations, I woke up early again, still reflecting on the wet dream and the energetic release that followed. I reached out to a friend from the Old Earth to ask about the Dubai setup — whether I needed to return to sort out my residency. Her reply landed clearly: “Why even keep a company there if you’re not doing business in Dubai?” And that was it. I knew I didn’t want to go back. I don’t want to keep looping into something I’ve already outgrown.
This initiated a new inquiry — how to close everything down. The bank still holds some of my money, but they may require me to come in person to shut the account. I emailed to ask for another way. Still, even if I must go, there’s something being transmuted through this.
––– THE DIAMOND CUTTER & DIVINE CONNECTIONS –––
Later, I met the woman from yesterday again — the one regarding parasites and Enemas in yesterday’s journal. We sat for tea at a quiet new café I’d never noticed before. She shared what I already sensed: the parasites weren’t just in her house. They were in her. But she arrived at that realisation herself. That’s the power of the portal.
She lent me a book: The Diamond Cutter — a story of a monk sent into the diamond business by his spiritual master. It made me think. She asked if we could meet weekly, not as coaching, but mutual support. I said yes. Why not? If I can serve, and we both rise — that’s the New Earth in motion.
––– WITNESSING TRUTH & BEING FREED –––
The session I missed yesterday finally happened today. There was awkwardness at first — she’s close to Maya. The old world. The illusion. But we broke through. I was able to speak the unsaid. Not from blame, but from a place of needing to be witnessed.
I said: “We are only victims of the suppression of our truth. Once spoken, its no longer true”
She listened. I released. She even commented on how much better I looked — not starving anymore. I was breathing. Fed. Freed. After she left, I laid down and entered a meditative state for nearly an hour. I felt peaceful. No anxiety. No chasing. Just presence.
––– FLUTE, PANCAKES, AND SACRED SYSTEMS –––
Afterwards, I made sweet potato pancakes — I’d had breakfast and a smoothie and it was now 6pm. Then a message came from Shadé about a new course platform she’s exploring. It might be useful for The New Earth. Then we had a brilliant idea: place affirmations on The New Earth logo for people to have as a screen saver, so doing the cleanse can reinforce truth daily.
The best part? I realised: I don’t need to chase. The funnels are doing their job. The emails tell my story. People come if they’re called. And if not — it’s okay. The system is sacred. It holds. That’s enough.
––– THE BOOK AS A VOODOO DOLL –––
Pen called to check in. We reflected again on how the back pain left after removing those heavy parts from the book. She said: “Whatever happens in the book happens in you.” I laughed: “Like a voodoo doll!”
Zoom is AI’ing it as it documents us talking, which means we could be writing a book about writing a book — a meta-portal of healing. And the more we refine it, the more I’m refined. It’s working on me. Through me. Because I am the story.
––– NORTH NODE RITUAL: SACRED MOTHER, SACRED CALLING –––
To close the night, I did a ritual. Burned a letter to my South Node in Capricorn — released the old striving. I invoked the North Node in Cancer, 8th house — the Sacred Mother. I asked to be supported through resonance, not force. As I lowered my cross into the bowl of water, I felt it: a deep sense of surrender.
And now…
I am here, playing my flute.
Writing this.
Letting the New Earth breathe me.
A part of my astro reading – Saturn in Scorpio (3°48′ R) in 1st House – Retrograde Gate of Power
You came in with the burden and blessing of Saturn in Scorpio rising through your identity. This isn’t just responsibility — it’s soul responsibility. Saturn here says:
- “You must carry the codes of transformation.”
- “You’ll be misunderstood until you master your own spine.”
- “Your life will only work when you’re in absolute integrity with your truth.”
Retrograde adds inner processing: you do not wear this power publicly. You wear it as a bone-deep, invisible force. And when you stray from it (as Dubai may have demanded), your body will collapse — as it did on 7 July 2025.
That collapse wasn’t weakness — it was Saturn laying you flat so it could reclaim the root of your spine. That was your realignment ritual.
