There are dreams that remain private and symbolic, and there are dreams that feel structured, inhabited, and continuous, as if they occur in a place rather than inside the mind. Encounter with the Self In my mirror-shadow dream, the environment existed as darkness and delight. When a question of self
There was a dream in which I was not observing. I was acting. Before it, I had been wrestling privately with a question. Whether suffering is fixed within a life, or whether it exists inside fields of possibility. Whether trauma is structural to a soul’s development, or whether some
The voice that invites us to know has always been called the enemy by whatever benefits from our obedience. The serpent initiates humanity Adam/Eve or whatever symbol you want to use here into moral consciousness. Jesus initiates humanity into relational consciousness. Both the serpent and Jesus end paradise in
There is a tension inside modern Christianity that cannot be resolved from within its own vocabulary. It is a tension that remains invisible until something inside a person begins to remember. For a long time the story appears simple: God is holy. Humans are sinful. Jesus dies as a sacrifice.
There are experiences that feel like instruction, and there are others that feel like origin. Not just something shown, but something remembered without having been learned. Before the Question In one vision, I encountered what I can only describe as a single reality that expressed itself as both mother and
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
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 that are often rooted in politics or heritage. Yet beneath these familiar associations lies a far deeper, more transformative story that has been overlooked or
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 walked with,
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
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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