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Hour 4 feels real to me right now… the feeling that I’m doing business in the background while my waking mind catches up.

I’ve always felt like 2 holds mystery… like it’s the first real feeling. That moment of noticing “the other”. It’s kind of a disturbance, like if you decide to be one thing then you have to pretend you’re not something else.

Ooh I like this… the idea that 1 isn’t really a number but a presence. I’d say for most people the idea of 1 is pretty out of reach. To be singular and all-encompassing… idk what that would even be?

The math part gives me chills. 63/64?? That’s basically saying wholeness is always just out of reach unless we bring in something beyond the material. Like… the Net is the bridge. The last thread. That missing 1/64 is spiritual alignment. I seriously got goosebumps the first time I read that. And omg the fact that each part of the eye maps to a…[Read more]

Nice!! I’ll have to try it!

It’s wild how the same exact shapes show up on different continents, centuries apart… like, how were they all seeing spirals and sun crosses and eyes in the same way?? I’ve always felt like the Sun is one of those universal teachers. So many ancient cultures gave it a personality! Even the way solar discs are drawn is similar… the rays, the h…[Read more]

I do enjoy joy the myth of Icarus. When relating to stepping through the veil, luckily I’ve had a strong anchor. Ive swear I surpassed this realm and the knowledge I gained felt earth shattering. Some inner truth were revealed, my path solidified to the truth. One time however, I definitely flew too high, I dont even remember what exactly happened…[Read more]

There’s a phase that comes early in awakening where everything feels electric. Your dreams sharpen, synchronicities multiply, and the veil between worlds thins. I remember getting swept up in it… channeling nonstop, barely sleeping, thinking I could live entirely in the upper realms. But I wasn’t anchoring anything… I was flying high with no…[Read more]

For me… it’s always been the ones who walk the edge between worlds. The ones with one foot in light and the other in shadow. There’s an old symbol I carry in my mind… a figure with owl eyes and serpent hair. She reminds me of the old goddesses of death and rebirth, like Hekate, or Changing Woman from my own lineage…

It’s not about reaching the top. It’s about how we climb. I can admit I don’t always enjoy the climb, some days are hard to get through, but that boulder isn’t going anywhere no matter how much we hate it, gotta plough through.