Your Wallets Had Boundaries Before You Did

How your checkout frustrations became my publishing education

You told me you couldn’t buy the book. From Switzerland, from Australia, from India, from Egypt, from corners of the planet where Amazon’s checkout process apparently requires a security clearance, three forms of government ID, and a blood oath to Jeff Bezos’s logistics team.

And I stood there with my freshly published Mechanics of Mystic thinking: well. I’ve written an entire book about how consciousness moves through flesh and bone and I missed the part where international commerce has its own trauma response.

The fact that you came to tell me matters more than you know. Every message was a hand on my shoulder. A quiet correction. The kind of honesty that lands in the chest before the brain catches up.

Some of you couldn’t buy it technically. Amazon’s system looked at your postal code and said nah. Some of you couldn’t buy it morally. Your principles had a stronger spine than your curiosity, and honestly? I respect the hell out of that. Your nervous system knew what your wallet was goi…