In the city of Solae, comfort was engineered. Every citizen wore a small device behind the ear that whispered reassurances when anxiety rose. Hunger was rare. Conflict was softened. No one ever fell too far, and no one ever climbed too high. They called it Stability. But the elders called it The Leak. Continue reading …
Read MoreWhen the world grew loud with masks and echoes, and the people of Kemet forgot the sound of their own true names, Ra rose from the eastern horizon not as fire alone, but as a question. The prayers were many, the hymns were flawless, but something essential was missing. Continue reading …
Read MoreA clear emotional release that shines a spotlight on the hidden space between who we are and who we’ve been performing as, how we seek validation, applause, and recognition. Revelations about what we truly want in life versus what we’ve been accommodating to keep the peace. Read more …
Read MoreThe Temple of Clear Signal floated just above the city’s upper atmosphere, anchored not by metal or gravity, but by shared intention. From below, it appeared as a slow halo of light, a luminous ring where data streams moved like prayer flags in a gentle wind. Mara arrived at the temple carrying a contract. Continue reading …
Read MoreFoggy reboot, bold instincts, questionable judgement. We feel brave. We may not be accurate. New ideas arrive fast. Motivation spikes without clear direction. Belief becomes direction; examine what we believe versus what we actually know. What are we willing to stand for without hiding behind dogma, saviours, or spiritual bypassing ? Read more …
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