Today felt like a full energetic shift — a clear movement away from the Old Earth and into the embodiment of the New Earth.
I continued work on the post-cleanse email sequence, crafting a message for those who’ve completed the journey. It’s not just about reflection — it’s about integration. If the loop remains open, the parasite can find its way back in. The email reminded them of that, pointing them back to the Cleanse Portal and inviting their energetic closure through donation, not from obligation, but sovereignty.
The emails have been set up for a few months.
––– PRACTICAL MOVES, ENERGETIC ROOTS –––
I reached out to the accountants about opening a personal bank account in Sri Lanka — with the Old Earth closing down, I’ll soon be without a usable card, except for Amex. They responded immediately: come in the morning.
I also managed to get a same-day appointment with the doctor to review my back — it aligned perfectly with the bank visit.
So I rode into Galle.
- Bank account: opened
- Doctor: seen
- Herbal treatment: prescribed
- Introduced to the kids… as uncle
––– SPINE IN ALIGNMENT, STORY RELEASED –––
Something happened today.
A decision landed in my body:
I am fully embodying the New Earth.
The identity of who I was in the Old Earth… it’s dissolving.
Like mist.
Like memory.
That’s why the connections to past friends and family feel faint — not because of drama, but because that version of me no longer exists.
I realised: even the book I’m writing isn’t about Maya.
It’s about me.
And any part still entangled with that old identity must dissolve.
When I stopped carrying the weight of the past — the spine literally straightened.
The doctor confirmed it.
The book is me.
The spine is divine.
And anything misaligned becomes psychosomatic.
––– WITNESSING WITHOUT STORY –––
I spoke with my therapist — someone who’s known me since the darker days of illusion. Not because I need therapy now, but because being witnessed matters. Because this transformation is real.
And it’s helpful to have someone who saw both sides of the mirror.
There’s no story anymore.
But every story still needs a home.
And that’s what this work is — giving form to the formless.
––– WRITING AS SCULPTURE –––
Later, I sat down with Pen to go over the book.
She reminded me — it’s in the talking more than the typing.
The sculpting before the chiseling.
She sees speed.
I feel it’s slow.
But that’s divine timing.
We’re not just editing chapters.
We’re chipping projections out of the manuscript.
Carving away identities that no longer belong.
It’s a divorce.
From the story.
From illusion.
From all the energetic hooks that kept me trapped.
––– VR HEADSETS & TRON BIKES –––
I shared how this entire illusion feels like a headset — a hyper-real VR game we forget we’re playing. We taste it. Smell it. Dodge trucks on motorbikes. And then… we wake up.
This evening, I felt pulled to watch Tron: Legacy —
Only until the father-son reunion.
Enough to remind me that we’re inside something much bigger than ourselves.
––– NEW FOUNDATIONS, NEW EARTH –––
A friend cancelled our call last minute.
I’m noticing this a lot lately — people can’t seem to find their grip on this new version of me. And I’m no longer taking it personally.
Because I’m no longer clinging either.
The cords have dissolved.
I registered the company today:
The New Earth – Where All The Stars Align Ltd
A virtual address, a sacred container.
The foundations are being laid.
I checked Circle too — our Sanctuary space. I’m beginning to grasp how to orient people properly. They need to feel supported in the in-between — that sacred place where the old dissolves and the true self is emerging.
We can’t leave them hanging.
That’s when the old world creeps back in.
––– WE ARE DIVINELY HELD –––
There are parts of this book that will challenge me.
But we know what we’re here for.
We are divinely protected.
Divinely guided.
Divinely supported.
And I give thanks for this day.
