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Ten years ago, I let go — and changed my life. For decades, I ‘d been chasing romance. Two marriages, two divorces, and numerous failed relationships left me lonelier than ever. I longed for a soulmate, yearned to meet the one person who would truly understand and appreciate me as I am. I tried everything I could…
There’s a revolution that moves quietly, almost imperceptibly. It doesn’t shout in the streets or blaze its message across the sky. It stirs in the hidden places — in the way we soften our voices when tempers rise, in the way we notice the sparrow on the wire, in the way we choose presence over haste,…
Threads of fire, threads of gold, stories in silence, patiently told. Branches etch lines through the season’s refrain, stitching the memory of leaf and grain. A patchwork of whispers, a quilt of the sky, where moments unravel with a mercurial sigh. In copper and amber, the fading year weaves, its tapestry bound in the…
Have you ever thought of someone just as they called? Or felt the hush in a room when everyone slipped into stillness at once? These moments feel fleeting, almost forgettable, but what if they aren’t random at all? What if they’re evidence of a deeper truth, one that quietly whispers that the future we’re building…
The candle sighs, its flame a tender breath, A sentinel of time that will not stay. Orchid and blossom whisper love from death, Their petals holding secrets in decay. The teacup shimmers, gilded with desire, Its rim remembers lips that brushed its gold. The air is heavy, trembling with sweet fire, A story left…
In The Eternal Undreaming you find the turning, and in the turning you find The Undreamed. To walk in The Undreaming is always returning, and in that returning, to find no discerning. Each step is the first, each step is the last, yet none in the future, and none in the past. …
✨ Book Reviews Are Open Again ✨ Stories have a way of finding us at just the right moment, whether to inspire, to challenge, to heal, or simply to remind us that we’re not alone in the world. I’m delighted to share that I’m once again accepting select review requests, with a focus on books…
When the world feels like it is unraveling, it’s easy to believe your single life cannot make a difference. Yet the truth is quieter and far more powerful: every great change begins with one person reclaiming the power of their inner world. The Silent Revolution Within The world often feels like it’s falling apart beneath the…
This article is the first in a series inspired by my forthcoming book The Power of One, which explores how individual awareness can ignite collective transformation. Each piece bridges real-world concerns with timeless principles, drawing from science, spirituality, and intentional living to reveal how the smallest inner shift can ripple outward into meaningful change. Together,…
We live in a culture that measures success by the accumulation of wealth, achievements, possessions, or social ranking. We’re taught to reach higher and claim more, no matter the cost. As a result, we consume resources, time, our own energy and even the energy of others. Every scroll, every transaction, every “like/follow/subscribe” becomes a testament…
I'm as tired of the nonsense as everyone else, but I realized last night while meditating that piling on, complaining, and dumping hate posts is not the answer. We cannot mirror all that toxic energy and expect positivity to flow from it. Something has to change...and that something is how WE respond. Don't be…
Beneath the hush of moonlight’s silver gaze,The waterfall descends in whispered streams.Its voice is caught in night’s unfolding maze,And stitched into the fabric of our dreams. The ancient tree leans inward as we sleep,Its branches curved to cradle breath and thought.It listens while the forest shadows creep,To truths the waking world has long forgot. No…
We live in perpetual motion. Every step stirs the ground beneath us; every word sends ripples into lives we may never encounter. We like to believe we move cleanly through the world, that progress lifts us, and time absolves us, but behind us lies a wake: heavy, undeniable, and usually far from harmonious. We carve…
They say the gods once walked here, barefoot on soft moss, laughter stitched into the breeze. The earth was young then, and so were we — bright-eyed, griefless, still willing to look into one another’s pain without flinching. But mortals often shrink from such tenderness forever. We tire. We turn away. It did not begin…
There are those of us who feel too much, too deeply, and too often. We cry without knowing why. We wake with the weight of the world pressed against us. We carry invisible burdens as if the world itself whispered its grief into our soul. We move through the world picking up on the discord…
Beneath the hush of starlit sighs, where desert dreams in silver lies, a quiet lake, like mirrored song, holds secrets it has kept too long. The palms, like sentries draped in grace, bow gently to the night’s embrace, while stars compose, with trembling light, a hymn too soft for mortal sight. No wind disturbs, no…
Look closely at the world around you: the people who touch your life, the moments you enjoy or simply endure, and the quiet miracles woven into your day you often overlook. It may seem solid, unchangeable, external. But the truth is far more extraordinary: reality begins within. Everything we see, experience, and attract is filtered…
The Secret Hidden Within the Melody In every corner of the cosmos there exists a hidden song; a music older than memory and more enduring than language itself. Music is not merely a human invention. It existed long before we gave it names like melody, rhythm, or song. The Earth has always sung, creating a subtle,…
What if the life you dream of isn’t waiting for you in some far-off tomorrow, but is quietly waiting for you to embody it today? In the practice of manifestation, we often focus on vision boards, speaking affirmations, and meditating on visualizations. These are all beautiful tools that help to point our attention toward what…
“Do you believe the church is the only road to salvation?” This is a question I’ve heard often. Sometimes it’s whispered with uncertainty, sometimes it’s asked with skepticism, and other times it’s voiced with conviction. But however it comes, I believe it deserves to be asked with sincerity and answered with compassion. To begin with,…
✨ 3-Minute Manifestations: Step One — Meditation Meditation is the doorway. It’s where stillness becomes signal, and the inner world begins to shape the outer. In the journey of manifestation, the first and most vital step is alignment. Before affirmations, before intentions, before vision boards—there must be clarity. And clarity begins in quiet. This…
Once, in the golden heart of the savannah, there was a lion named Azhar whose name meant radiance. Born beneath the open sky and a full, glimmering sun, his mane was the color of the morning sunrise and his roar made the stars flinch. All the animals looked to him without fear, with reverence. He…
In a world shadowed by division, conflict, and noise, it can be easy to believe we are powerless — mere passengers in a society driven by forces far beyond our reach. And yet, the most profound revolutions have never begun with a crowd. They begin with one. One voice. One mind. One heart… attuned to something deeper.…
In the whirlwind of daily life, it’s easy to forget that transformation doesn’t require hours of silence or mountaintop retreats. Sometimes, all it takes is three minutes — a sacred pause to breathe, reflect, and realign. That’s the heart behind my new video series: 3-Minute Manifesting — created for anyone who wants to reconnect with their inner power, restore…
. 12 years? TWELVE whole years? Is it even possible? 12 years of endless (well, nearly) blather, prattle, amalgamations, poetically engineered terms, and sentences long enough to make even Charles Dickens envious in a celebration of Words Words Words! Yes, Indeed! Today is Booknvolume's Twelfth Anniversary :) Or BnVersary, as I like to say (thus…
During my recent holiday — a quiet season of reflection and restoration — I found myself returning again and again to a single question: How can I give more freely? Not just gifts or offerings, but something deeper. Something meaningful. Something that might ripple outward in ways I could never fully measure. The answer, simple and unpolished, came softly:…
I didn’t go looking for this. There was no flash of light, no grand initiation—just an ache. A longing that lived in the quiet places inside me, and in moonlight on water. In tears that came too easily. In the way I stood at the edge of the sea and felt not wonder—but recognition and longing. A…
“I don't feel like one thing. I feel like a thousand, star-lights woven into one form…” A Multidimensional Soul Have you ever looked up at the night sky and felt, not homesick, but home-called? As if the stars were not above you, but within you—whispering languages your soul never learned, yet somehow remembers? For many Starseeds,…
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In A Soul That Remembers, you began to ask the question: Am I a Starseed? And in Echoes of Origin, you explored some of the most well-known soul lineages—Pleiadian, Arcturian, Lyran, Sirian, Andromedan—and perhaps began to recognize the frequency you carry. But what if your resonance didn’t quite fit the names you read? What if…
Have you ever looked up at the stars and felt a strange kind of homesickness? A quiet knowing that you’re not just from here? In my last post, we explored the idea of being a Starseed—a soul with cosmic origins, born on Earth to help heal and uplift others, and remember. For many, discovering this…
A snippet from my forthcoming Dark Fantasy trilogy- The War of the Veil The malefey glared at each other for an intense moment and Ayla could not keep from backing away fearfully, but a crooked grin then turned the corner of Bryth’s mouth and his manner relaxed. “If you want something to do tonight,…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve felt different, like I'm out of time or out of place. So many people have told me that I radiate a deep, otherworldly light—creativity, compassion, and empathy. I seem to connect to ancient knowledge and remind others - usually through poetry - of a long-remembered wisdom we…
They called it the Portal to Possibility, once. Forged not by hands, but by intention— a spiral of living stone and star-fire birthed from the breath of a world that remembered how to dream. The Remnant arched skyward for eons, a bridge between realms, a threshold where gods whispered and wanderers vanished, not in fear,…
In the heart of the forest, sunlight spills over a shattered clay vessel. From its broken edges, a river of life-giving water flows outward. Trees grow. Life flourishes—not in spite of the break, but because of it. This image doesn’t just speak to me. It sings! Sings about something ancient inside us.Something that knows: The…
The sky was once a question, and the sea, its dreaming answer. Where they met, the gods would speak in light, etching visions upon the waters— reflections not of what is, but of what might yet awaken. It is said that if you gaze where starlight bends and the horizon forgets to end, you will…
Long ago, when the Veil between realms was still gossamer and the world glimmered with untamed magic, three sisters were born from a single sunbeam that struck the first blooming flower at dawn. They were Premynna, Praymynna, and Prumynna—celestial Fey known as the Sisters of Bryght. Premynna, the eldest, wore twilight in her eyes and…
"There is a wilderness inside me, a thousand selves I’ve yet to meet." — Nikita Gill There are multitudes living within me. Some rise with the sun, hopeful and golden. Others linger in the hollows, cloaked in the hush of twilight. I am not one self, but a gathering. A carved cathedral of voices,…
There is a hush in the heavens where the light turns violet, and in that silence dwells Tzadkiel—Angel of Mercy, he who remembers the sorrow of the world and answers it with compassion, not thunder. His presence is not a blaze but a bloom, not a shouted decree, but a gentle unfurling. He comes bearing…
How Consciousness, Belief, and Intention Shape the Reality We Experience We often think of the mind as something that responds to the world.It notices, it reacts, it processes.But what if that’s only half the truth? What if the mind is not merely a mirror, passively reflecting what is—but a canvas, actively shaping what could be?…