Today, I let Divine Flow guide me.
I updated parts of the website to reflect a more fluid offering structure. Instead of fixed packages, I added the option for people to contribute whatever they feel called to — energetically, financially — and we’ll meet them there in equal exchange. It felt right. Honest. In alignment with the spirit of the work.
I also turned to the community page and revised the welcome post. I added a section called the Sacred Why, inviting each soul to share what brought them here — and I shared a piece of my own story too. There’s something powerful about offering the first olive branch, the first breath of truth, when inviting others into a space of transformation.
Later, I pushed myself at the gym — legs with Shaun T. Brutal, but I made it through. Then home, where I cooked with DALL (the yellow kind) for the first time and made a beautiful flatbread. Nourishing the body while formatting the book for hours. Big edits. Structural shifts. I went on a spree and the manuscript now breathes with more rhythm and coherence than before.
But the biggest moment came from a call.
A woman, newly connected through divine introduction, called. We spoke for hours. The kind of conversation that rewires something deeper.
🜃 Revelation: Parasites, SHILT & the Illusion of Separation
She shared visions involving paedophilia — which led us to something deeper: parasites. Energetic, emotional, and spiritual.
And something clicked.
At an energetic level, paedophiles are vessels for parasitic entities. These entities don’t simply feed on flesh — they feed on innocence. They survive by initiating a rupture. In that rupture, SHILT is born: shame + guilt, crystallized through suppression.
This fracture isn’t natural — it’s orchestrated.
Because suppression is fertile ground for parasites. In that silence, they hide. They fester. They feed. Then they replicate through culture — media, entertainment, the digital world. VR. Screens. The more we’re pulled outward, the less we look inward — and that’s how they win.
Parasites feed on disconnection.
They dwell in the binaries: countries, tribes, sides, divisions. Us and them. Shame and judgment. Anything that fractures the Whole.
But once we awaken to SHILT — and begin transmuting it back into SHM, the divine light within — they lose their grip.
To truly transcend this plane, we must pass through the underworld:
Through the body. Through the illusion. Through the shame.
Only then can the Kingdom rise again from within.
I shared this revelation with Penn that evening. It felt like something had landed. Like another piece of the great puzzle had come into view. We dove back into the book, arriving at the Vipassana chapter. The energy lifted. It was high-vibe. Deep and joyful. We were flying through edits, weaving it all together.
Even though it was nearly 10 PM, the energy was worth it.
Of course, in the small things — the wristband of my Apple Watch vanished after a wash. Amar couldn’t find it. My flask broke too. Always a balance — the highs of soul clarity, the lows of broken bits.
But that’s life, isn’t it?
Sacred, messy, divine.
And still…
I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
