“Cortex just returned from a five-year vacation and is trying to figure out the system password.” — This reminds me of that scene in one battle after another when DiCaprio is screaming. “just give me the fucking password!“
DiCaprio energy is the entire Prefrontal Cortex mood for 2026. Five years of "I'll deal with it later" and now reality wants two-factor authentication.
The password is in the body. Always was. The brain just keeps typing in old addresses. ✨
WTF! Your writing continues to amaze me. Your accuracy, detail and ability to distill ALL the complexities and dimensions of this current now is 🤯!! I am deeply grateful for the gifts you share. They help bring all that I’m experiencing into form. SERIOUSLY, MFK’N T H A N K Y O U‼️ Lately, on any given Tuesday, I’m drowning in the deep depths of my Piscean waters and cannot translate all that I’m feeling and experiencing. I feel it and know it well…but find it challenging to translate. I just started your book, Mechanics of a Mystic. ALSO, AMAZING! Your work
Piscean waters already speak fluently. Your cells have been writing poetry your mind hasn't translated yet. The ocean doesn't need words. It needs a shore. And you've been swimming with so much grace, even on the Tuesdays that feel like undertow.
Mechanics will meet you exactly where you are. Let it hold what the water's been carrying.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for feeling. Thank you for being here.
This matters more than I can say without getting mascara-level honest. To be seen like this, while doing work that sometimes feels like shouting into the void with better vocabulary... it fills something.
Your words are a gift right back. Thank you for taking the time to say them out loud.
Thank you for generous and loving words. I’m totally leaning into the sap of all of it. 🤓
We all have been on a journey. We are all coming into the full understanding, ownership and bounty of it. As you powerfully deploy your gifts from the space and architecture you speak of, it lends the scaffolding for other’s gifts to come into matter. Sweet divine abundance. Yay!
"Scaffolding for other's gifts to come into matter" just became my new definition of why any of us write anything.
This is the real exchange. Not content for consumption. Bones recognizing bones. Architecture meeting architecture. Your words landing here like a gift I didn't know I was waiting for.
Leaning into the sap is exactly right. That's where the sweetness lives. Thank you for swimming alongside. ✨
The book is incredible. It has a kind of lyrical poetic bounce and lure of the most practical kind. The kind that bypasses the noisemakers and loosens the screws of the rusty training wheels that should have come off 3 decades ago. LOL. Thank you!
"Rusty training wheels that should have come off 3 decades ago" might be the best description of most nervous systems I've ever heard. Permission to borrow this forever.
Thank you for reading with the kind of attention that actually lets words land. That's rare. That's a gift back.
Here's to loosened screws and the strange freedom of finally touching the ground with both feet. Thirty years late, right on time. ✨
“Cortex just returned from a five-year vacation and is trying to figure out the system password.” — This reminds me of that scene in one battle after another when DiCaprio is screaming. “just give me the fucking password!“
DiCaprio energy is the entire Prefrontal Cortex mood for 2026. Five years of "I'll deal with it later" and now reality wants two-factor authentication.
The password is in the body. Always was. The brain just keeps typing in old addresses. ✨
WTF! Your writing continues to amaze me. Your accuracy, detail and ability to distill ALL the complexities and dimensions of this current now is 🤯!! I am deeply grateful for the gifts you share. They help bring all that I’m experiencing into form. SERIOUSLY, MFK’N T H A N K Y O U‼️ Lately, on any given Tuesday, I’m drowning in the deep depths of my Piscean waters and cannot translate all that I’m feeling and experiencing. I feel it and know it well…but find it challenging to translate. I just started your book, Mechanics of a Mystic. ALSO, AMAZING! Your work
This landed right in my chest. And I felt it.
Piscean waters already speak fluently. Your cells have been writing poetry your mind hasn't translated yet. The ocean doesn't need words. It needs a shore. And you've been swimming with so much grace, even on the Tuesdays that feel like undertow.
Mechanics will meet you exactly where you are. Let it hold what the water's been carrying.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for feeling. Thank you for being here.
So glad your ocean found its way to this shore. ✨
Woops, it posted before I was done. Your work is so needed and powerful. SO MUCH LUV
Okay now I'm the one drowning a little.
This matters more than I can say without getting mascara-level honest. To be seen like this, while doing work that sometimes feels like shouting into the void with better vocabulary... it fills something.
Your words are a gift right back. Thank you for taking the time to say them out loud.
SO MUCH LUV returned, with interest. 💎
Thank you for generous and loving words. I’m totally leaning into the sap of all of it. 🤓
We all have been on a journey. We are all coming into the full understanding, ownership and bounty of it. As you powerfully deploy your gifts from the space and architecture you speak of, it lends the scaffolding for other’s gifts to come into matter. Sweet divine abundance. Yay!
"Scaffolding for other's gifts to come into matter" just became my new definition of why any of us write anything.
This is the real exchange. Not content for consumption. Bones recognizing bones. Architecture meeting architecture. Your words landing here like a gift I didn't know I was waiting for.
Leaning into the sap is exactly right. That's where the sweetness lives. Thank you for swimming alongside. ✨
Bought the book. Supporting you from the Maple land!
First purchase. From Maple land. My heart just did a small grateful thing it wasn't expecting this early in the morning.
Thank you for being first. Thank you for trusting before the crowd. That takes something real.
Your bones picked well. Welcome. 🍁✨
The book is incredible. It has a kind of lyrical poetic bounce and lure of the most practical kind. The kind that bypasses the noisemakers and loosens the screws of the rusty training wheels that should have come off 3 decades ago. LOL. Thank you!
"Rusty training wheels that should have come off 3 decades ago" might be the best description of most nervous systems I've ever heard. Permission to borrow this forever.
Thank you for reading with the kind of attention that actually lets words land. That's rare. That's a gift back.
Here's to loosened screws and the strange freedom of finally touching the ground with both feet. Thirty years late, right on time. ✨