This morning, I returned to the ashram for Kriya breathing — an hour of deep breath and presence. I enjoyed the experience. I’ll be back again tomorrow.
Afterwards, they served breakfast, a simple and beautiful offering — no charge, just grace. I thanked them and went home to eat my usual second breakfast.
The day didn’t demand much. I let it unfold softly — reading, playing the flute, not forcing anything. Still, something beautiful emerged: I found a 3PL partner here in Sri Lanka, perfectly aligned with what we need.
They’ll hold our stock, pack and ship orders on demand — no upfront fees. It’s the missing piece.
With the ingredients sourced locally — top-grade, pure, sacred — our new partner will prepare each item, then pass it to this fulfillment team. Together, we’ll birth The Sacred Store — our own line, rooted in this land, powered by purpose.
And for the first time in a while, I felt something click: it’s already happening. The current is carrying us. The work is doing itself. So I relaxed into it.
I went to the gym. Sweated it out. Took care of the temple.
Then into town to pick up supplies, back home to make lunch, and finally a little space to unwind. I watched Hell on Wheels, allowed myself to just be.
Later, I had a call with Pen. We touched on life, love, Ayahuasca — the writing journey — and one line stood out:
“And then… but it’s the truth.”
Right at that moment, as I was sharing that the Divine Mother had spoken through me… my laptop battery was dying… and she spilled her coffee on the floor. Two interruptions, one message. The universe moved.
It’s those synchronicities that make this a spiritual manuscript. It’s being written by us — and by something greater. AI is recording our calls. Perhaps one day people will read AI writing the book about the book.
Who edited it.
Who lived it.
Who remembered.
