I woke up around 5:15 this morning — bit groggy, bitten by ants again. Sleep was patchy. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m realising how common it’s becoming. Still, I got up and did what needed to be done.
There’s a strange feeling right now… like I’m walking step-by-step through the dark, not knowing where any of this leads. But then the question drops in:
What do I need this to give me that I can’t already give myself?
The answer: nothing. I already have what I need — now is about remembering that.
I know who I am. I align to the divine in every moment, and everything I build — this cleanse, the funnels, the visuals, the PDFs — it’s all in service of co-creating the New Earth.
And it’s already enough.
Not because anyone says so.
But because I say so.
I did my workouts. Amar came over to clean — I asked if he could come every morning.
There’s something about having someone care for the space I live in, while I spend most of my energy caring for others. It feels… reciprocal. Even if it’s not fully recognised yet.
I tried working from Angel Beach for a change — not really my vibe. Got some berries from the seafront market, then zipped back home before heading to Animals for a late lunch.
Worked from there. Edited.
Spoke to Penn — got clearer on the PDFs, and Mel too, holding space for her as she navigates her own stuff. There’s a strange comfort in that:
we’re all navigating something, but we’re doing it together — and without judgment, there’s more wind beneath our wings.
Later in the evening, I saw a video of someone I used to know — Maya’s old friend. Light language, shrooms, the ceremonies… it brought something up. A bit of a trigger, I think.
But not in a bad way.
It just reminded me: I don’t need social media to feel seen.
I deleted Instagram. Not because I’m afraid, but because I’m done with distractions.
This is divine work. And it moves to divine timing.
At Animals, I stayed a bit later.
Shared some of my older work with the owners — old acting clips, the Action Hero Within, even the early Arthur videos. And it reminded me just how much I’ve done in six weeks.
It’s staggering.
Funnels. Edits. Emails. Filming. Branding.
It’s all happened here, in Sri Lanka, in the discomfort.
And it’s all sacred.
Before bed, Penn reminded me to start re-reading my book and reviewing the comments.
So I’ll start that tomorrow morning — first thing. Just a little each day. Let it breathe.
