The morning felt slower. I skipped through some of my usual exercises, leaning into a rest day.
I read another chapter of The Diamond Cutter — nearly finished now. Then I put on The Chosen, cleaned up a little, floated between stillness and laziness. Eventually, I made it to the gym, waiting for that sign moment that gets me moving.
A wave of complacency came, the kind where you don’t want to work but you also don’t know what to do with yourself if you’re not working.
—A Meeting of Paths—
I messaged someone I’d recently met — two young women volunteering in Galle with a man who supports Sri Lankans through rehabilitation projects. People recovering from strokes, living with mental illness, or needing physio when they can’t afford it themselves.
He was once one of the best hotel managers in the South, now a consultant — and he’s offering his home for volunteers to stay while they support his work. I felt it was time to meet him.
Before heading out, Annalle sent me feedback on the PDFs. Always beautiful to receive those questions. Then I went to see this man. A kind spirit. I could see how, when I’m here, I’ll support him and his projects, just as he supports me. Inspired by Yeshua, by Buddha — a life of service, not about me, but about giving back.
—Streamlining the Path—
Later, Annalle and I spoke again. She’d made many edits to the PDFs — streamlined, clearer, easier to follow. I appreciate the way her mind works and how it pours into this creation.
It sparked an idea: not everyone wants to go through the AI version of me or rely on videos alone. Some people want the human touch, a guide at their side. Maybe we can offer that — a deeper, hand-held service for those who need it, while still keeping the automated path available for others.
It’s about choice. About honouring where people are, and giving them the tools, support, or presence they need to heal and cleanse.
—Seeds for the New Earth—
As I prepare to leave for my short trip, then on to South Africa, I feel the balance of rest and service. I see the New Earth not as something we wait for, but something we plant — seed by seed, act by act.
Sometimes that’s updating a PDF.
Sometimes it’s meeting a man who dedicates his life to helping others.
Sometimes it’s saying yes to being of service, even when the ego resists.
And always, it’s remembering — this isn’t about me. This is about us. The seeds we plant today, watered with love, are the fruits the New Earth will one day bear.
