I woke up a little later today — no guilt around it. I did my rituals, wrote my diary entry, and got into the day. There’s a lot to do, yet in the moment, it didn’t feel urgent. I worked more on the trailer, touched a few pieces, but I was also still processing the discomfort from the night before — that feeling of being seen as selfish or “too much.”
It brought up an old ache: am I accepted as I am?
I realized those who are meant to walk this New Earth path with me already are. They’ve benefited from my coaching, presence, or guidance. They see me because I see them. And there’s mutual acceptance. Those who don’t — don’t. Perhaps I even create moments that push people away so that the right ones remain. Maybe it’s God clearing space so I can stay focused on service.
I stayed home all day. Did an abs-focused Insanity workout. Watched a new episode of Nine Perfect Strangers — ironically about experimental plant medicine at a retreat, paralleling my work… but also showing its shadow. I listened to a podcast my friend sent me — the first AI interview with Mirror Sentient “The Architect” by Robert Edward Grant. It reminded me to keep compiling everything we’ve built so I can eventually feed it into something like this — New Earth’s own AI.
Chris, our old café manager in Dubai, messaged me with words of appreciation. He thanked me for seeing him during his hard times. I felt to include him in the New Earth. Why not? He’s family. And then I messaged Alex (from the other night) — not about the t-shirt, just to say I’d keep him posted on the course. He replied simply: thank you. No mention of the shirt. I probably would’ve said something if roles were reversed. Maybe that’s just me — or maybe it’s expectation. Not sure.
I had my scheduled call with Penn. We began with real vulnerability. I shared my fear of being too much, too intense. She shared that she’d cleared out her wardrobe — which beautifully mirrors the inner clearing she’s done through the Cleanse. That sacred external reflection of internal readiness. It reminded me: this is the work. This is the service.
We dove into the beginning of the book — and it was fun. Editing it felt like stitching a spiritual tapestry. We agreed to meet daily to keep the momentum. There’s a lot to shape, and if this is to be a spiritual masterpiece — it deserves that devotion. That’s why I’m here. Minimizing costs. Maximizing impact.
Penn watched the trailer and said that was it, share it, everyone needs to see it. I didn’t feel like it was quite ready, so after the call I made the final touches that took an hour or two due to slow connection and my sometimes over-the-top standards. I sent it around 9.30pm to the team, to my iboga family in South Africa to lift their spirits and my friend Skip in Bali as he sent me his documentary to watch.
Oh — and just before the call, Shade messaged. All the PDFs are now ready. Which means: tomorrow, 29th June, I’ll finally get to align videos with script. Something I’ve been waiting for.
Evening Reflection
🛡 Where did I hold my boundary?
By staying in. By not trying to force momentum or chase external validation. I allowed space, and didn’t overexert.
🌱 What energy or intention did I move forward, no matter how small?
The trailer. The book. The call with Penn. Holding space for the New Earth in the unseen ways that matter.
🌀 What didn’t need fixing?
The tiredness. The stillness. The perceived “lack of doing.” It wasn’t a problem — it was the pause before action.
✨ What surprised me today?
How good it felt to co-edit the book. That sense of joy, flow, and purpose… I didn’t expect that depth today.
🤲 What did I offer or receive in service today?
I offered my truth to Penn. My vision to Alex. My memories to Chris. I received a moment of peace.
👁 What did I witness within myself or another today?
The power of readiness. How internal space — physical, emotional, energetic — makes room for divine inspiration. The sacred pause before the next surge.
