Blog 28 April 2025
The Beginning
The Beginning
28 April 2025
As I sit with my back sore, from this labour of life to open myself up in ways I never imagined. I have been setting up the structures to be able to share myself with you. I have always been the Scorpio that hides under a rock. And alas God always has another plan. Indeed, when we make plans, God laughs. Here I was planning y next academic suit a Board level qualification in corporate governance. Everyone knows my addiction to academia, so it was no surprise I had taken yet another course as per my spreadsheet and plan. So now here I am trying to study and it’s just not happening. My YouTube history is on mediation, mystics, multidimensionality, unity consciousness… and I feel home. Now I understand why I loved to watch Start Trek and Quantum leap as a 12-year-old in Soweto, Naledi. And here I am quantum leap into intuitive Self-mastery coaching. A gift that I thought was just reducing to common sense, performing it with friends and family as just who I am. Until I formalised to test , is this real and may online sessions later, I am here to help us remember who we really are, our divinity and connection to our Source of everything.
Blog 05 May 2025
The Beckoning. The Becoming. The Being.
The Beckoning. The Becoming. The Being.
04 May 2025
The Beckoning. The Becoming. The Being.
The beckoning,
the becoming,
has now emerged as being.
The seed — my ancestors.
Their unsung dreams lay dormant in my blood.
All the expression once restrained by suppression,
buried in amnesia,
is now seeping slowly into memory —
their memory,
my memory,
our memory.
And now,
I am a willing participant.
An antenna.
Reflecting their imagination,
their glory —
not in bells and whistles,
but in a life well-lived,
steeped in gratitude,
in appreciation for the Divine
in ways I could have never imagined.
I remember my becoming —
cocooned on my sofa,
always studying something,
always watching something.
Usually sci-fi.
Usually comedy.
Could my ancestors be galactic?
Could they be the kind who revel in laughter?
I’ve never been drawn to dramas
or films soaked in trauma.
Maybe it's because, as an empath,
absorbing sorrow that can't be transmuted
is heavy.
Being an empath felt like a curse
— until I realised
it’s just a superpower without a manual.
Like Spider-Man without Tony Stark’s guidance.
And so I emerged —
a hybrid of Source,
of ancestors,
of Christ Consciousness,
of Buddha’s teaching
and Krishna’s beauty.
And still,
this emergence spirals back
to the beckoning,
to the becoming…
and once again,
to the emergence.
Because Source is always expanding.
And I —
I am having fun reflecting it,
with surrender.