When we see the sacredness of existence, the question is never truly "is it worth the care?". That is missing the point. The question is always, “what accountability am I willing to exercise here and to what will I exercise it?”

Survival strategies become roles we forget we are performing—roles that bury who we are. Your Soul Will Keep Starving Until You Face Your Own Distortions explores how facing our own chaos is the first true act of devotion. Power doesn’t begin with potency. It begins with choosing our soul over survival.

These two forces often feed each other. Victim energy and Predatory energy are entangled. They both disconnect us from truth. They both create confusion in the field. And most people have both alive in them—running unconscious, running fast, running the show.

We spend our lives swimming in power currents we pretend aren’t there. One of the most corrosive mistakes we make—especially those of us drawn to healing, devotion, or “goodness”—is treating predator energy as inherently harmful.

I know that many people are naturally religious, where relationship with the Divine is a sacred longing in their heart and gut. That the Divine is portrayed dualistically and as an irrational superstition in modern times means many people privately suffer.

What Happens When We Listen for Truth Instead of Story? We all live within the confines of Story. Story is formed from your particular...

Rooted spirituality begins where the ‘ascend, expand, evolve’ slogans end. We grow roots into the relational field and LISTEN. We listen to what arises, what pulls, what needs.

There is something so strange about time and connection and the joy that descends with you as you fall through the cracks of this world. We are riddled with stories of changing our fate - that we create and choose in ways that naively ignore an ancient weaving.

The surprising thing, as I look back now, is the total absence of danger or bad encounters I experienced. I mean with rattlesnakes and alligator lizards and herds of cattle. I mean cliff sides and flash floods and breaking tree limbs. I was never actually hurt. Never.