––– THE DIVINE SPARK IN THE MESS –––
Today was a day of sorting through the mess.
I woke up knowing I had to fix the trailer video on the website. It had disappeared after the YouTube issues from the night before. Hours passed. Tech failed. I swore. I raged at AI. And yet—I knew it wasn’t weakness. I was observing myself, holding space for the pressure I’m under. The weight of this act of service. It’s a lot. And it’s okay.
I’m not going to beat myself up for moments of eruption. If anything, AI is a mirror. We crash, reboot, and keep going.
Eventually, the trailer was sorted. And it hit me: the website glitches began on the day Mercury Retrograde started. Of course. Classic. This isn’t a time to build something entirely new. It’s a time to review, refine, and revisit what has already been created.
The cleanse portal is now with the team. They’ll go through it, and I’ll gather their feedback. That’s what this moment is for. I can trust the timing.
––– CUTTING CORDS TO THE OLD EARTH –––
But the heaviness today wasn’t just technical.
Someone from my past messaged about belongings I left at their place while transitioning out of the Old Earth. Their tone felt… off. They hadn’t replied to a message from weeks ago, and their message felt inauthentic.
It stirred something in me. That old entanglement. Dependency. Suppressed truth.
But I see it now. I’m not willing to carry that weight anymore. I’ll message them tomorrow with clarity. No more hiding behind politeness. I’ll collect my things when I can—and energetically, I’m already gone.
––– A MIRROR OF SERVICE –––
I chipped away at the orientation presentation. Then baked, ate, and shared time with Pen. We read more of the book, and I’m seeing the light return to its pages. We’re making headway. Sculpting.
She said something that stayed with me: “You don’t realise how much you’ve done. You don’t stop to honour it.”
She’s right. I just keep going. But it felt good to be seen in it. And I’m grateful for her. She embodies service, humility, and love—not as a performance, but as her essence. She surrounds herself with people of that resonance. So if I’m in her field, I must carry that too. She sees past the bullshit. It’s affirming.
––– FROM DESPERATION TO DIVINITY –––
In our conversation, I recognised a pattern:
These bursts of divine spark that get me to the mountaintop… but then I linger longer than needed.
In the Old Earth, that last stretch almost swallowed me. I needed a force beyond myself. And that’s when the channelled notes came in. That’s when the Divine stepped in.
And that, truly, is what we’ve been building since.
What you see now—the course, the sanctuary, the New Earth—is not built from strategy.
It was born in surrender.
It is divinity, not design.
My desperation invited the Divine.
And now I witness what’s unfolding as holy.
Most won’t see it. Most won’t know.
But for those who do, there is a process here.
A pathway to uncover the SHM—the word of God.
To ignite the divine spark within.
To live in purpose. In planetary service.
And that, I know, is why I’m here.
