Today was supposed to be my Sunday — a sacred rest day.
And in some ways, it was.
But even rest in the New Earth frequency has its own rhythm.
Instead of pushing, I flowed into what was needed — automating the journey for those entering the 3-Day Parasite Cleanse.
—Email Funnels as Initiation Portals—
I spent time building the automated system:
- Day One, Day Two, Day Three handouts
- Meditations, guided activations
- Trigger-response maps, all aligned to the deeper work
- And a reminder of the pyramid dream — the inner journey from base to peak, from fear to light
This is the New Earth way: automation not for convenience, but as a vessel for consistency and care.
—Resting the Body, Nourishing the Soul—
I didn’t go to the gym today.
The virus was speaking — and exercising under strain weakens the immune system.
So I rested.
I made dhal.
Had the cake I saved from yesterday.
Went for a few gentle walks in the sun.
It was glorious.
—The Humanity Code—
At some point in the day, I found myself going back —
through old videos from a decade ago,
back when I was acting.
One stood out:
The Humanity Code.
Strange. Surreal.
I was speaking about a book I’d never read,
pretending I had.
Holding a mask,
shifting personas.
And yet, even through each role I played —
I could still see me
echoing through.
The essence was never lost.
Just cloaked.
—Finishing the First Draft—
I finished reading my book.
All the way to the end.
First draft done.
The editing will come. But today, I paused to take in the fullness of what’s been birthed.
It’s not just a book.
It’s the living blueprint of the New Earth within me.
—Editing in Real Time with Pen—
Later, I spoke to Pen.
She’s going through a rough patch. I held space as best I could.
Sometimes I talk more than I need to — maybe because I feel the urgency to shift the script.
To speak light into distortion.
We edited more of the book together.
Hard edits.
Edits that made me own more of the shadow.
Edits that required me to say: Yes, that was me.
I did that.
—The Book of Life Is Editable—
And somewhere in that process, it hit me:
If I can edit the story in the book,
then I can edit the story of life — moment to moment.
What if every projection was just an unclaimed page?
What if every trigger was just a footnote asking to be rewritten?
The New Earth invites us to edit not just in text,
but in consciousness.
To become authors of the now.
To change the story,
by owning the pen.
