Edits and Feedback
I started the day early, working through constructive feedback from Annalee, who had just finished the Parasite Cleanse program. At first, it felt disheartening — more work, more edits. But I leaned in. Small changes to PDFs, making certain steps optional, and polishing the handouts. By the time I’d gone through pre-cleanse to day three, it already felt lighter, more aligned.
The Old Earth and The Chosen
I watched The Chosen while making edits. It was bittersweet — reminding me of my old Earth life, when I shared those moments with someone close. Back then, I turned down money that would have secured me for life. A true what would Yeshua do moment. Looking back now, I still feel the ache of that choice. But I also see that it planted the seeds for the honesty and integrity I’m living with today.
Faith and Doubt
I’m older now, and sometimes I doubt — will all this work? Is it enough? But then the synchronicities appear, small reminders that I’m on the right path. Even when the haze sets in, I know I’m dissolving old identities, letting go of illusions. The question remains: what does it mean to live in integrity? That question keeps me moving.
Gym, Sea, and the Small Things
I went to the gym, swam in the sea, and finished the last of my protein powder. The delivery hasn’t arrived, and there’s no other plant-based protein here. Later I went to town for some light shopping. Truthfully, I don’t do much unless I’m with others — then I join the ride and support where I can.
Packing and Restlessness
I began packing for my upcoming trip, trying to keep things light. My body felt heavy though. Mung bean pancakes gave me indigestion, and I decided Sunday might need to be a fasting day. Driving between a bus and car, I bumped my left foot and hurt my ankle. It struck me how many small injuries I’ve had since arriving in Sri Lanka. A reflection of something deeper perhaps?
Reflection and Release
Watching The Chosen also reminded me of faith. Yeshua said even faith as small as a mustard seed can move mountains. I’ve lived that before — unyielding faith, miracles flowing — but only in bursts. Maybe this season is about letting go of identity, so I can be a clearer vessel for the Divine.
I thought about posting on social media, to share why I’ve disappeared, and to announce the upcoming retreat. But then again, I’m not sure. Right now, maybe what I need most is rest. Just rest.
