There is a tension inside modern Christianity that cannot be solved from within its own language. It is the kind of tension you do not notice until something in you begins to remember. On the surface, the story seems simple. God is holy. Humans are sinful. Jesus dies as a
I walked a beaten path through the woods. Thick fog pressed in from all sides, so dense I could see only five feet ahead. The earth beneath my feet was uneven, familiar yet strange. At a clearing, towering presences loomed — gods or guardians, immense and terrifying. My heart raced. I
The Woman, the Frog, the Bird, the Moth In the year 2021, dreams were given to me. I wrote them down, not knowing their time. Now, four years later, they rise into flesh and place. The first dream was this: I became a woman pursued upon a trail unknown to
The spiritual meaning misunderstood. In many conversations, the names Jacob and Israel immediately summon images of land, nation, and ethnic identity. We think of maps, borders, tribes, and history—often rooted in politics or heritage. Yet beneath these familiar associations lies a far deeper, more transformative story that has been
I. Introduction: Beyond Piety and Logic There comes a time when piety—if it is merely outward—no longer leads us home. Not because reverence is wrong, but because ritual without revelation becomes a shell. And logic, too, becomes a trap when it attempts to master mysteries meant to be
Phōs in the Vapor: Revelation on the Hilltop I was taken to the ice, though I did not want to go. I feared for my child— But she was safe. Because this was not about her. This was not about me. This was about what is coming. There, where the
“Then he said, ‘Your name shall no longer be Jacob, but Israel, for you have struggled with God and with humans and have overcome.’” —Genesis 32:28 From Philo, On the Special Laws, Book 1, Section 118 (transliterated): ὁ δὲ Ἰσραὴλ τὸ ὄνομα τοῦτον ἔχει τὸν ἐν ἀνθρώποις καὶ θεῷ
We are living in the age that Philo foresaw—the age of scattered light beginning to unify. It is the age of many souls awakening to their divine memory. Yet this age of awakening is not a time of effortless illumination. It is an age of wrestling—an agōn—a
There is a moment, rare and searing, when you know — truly know — that you are dreaming. It is not a mental realization but a spiritual one. You are inside the vision, and yet above it. This terrible clarity — some would call it lucidity — may be the soul’s faint memory