For as long as humans have pondered existence, we’ve been fed conflicting answers about who we are, why we’re here, and what it all means. Religions, philosophies, and spiritual movements have twisted fundamental truths, leaving people searching for something they were never separate from in the first place. The soul, spirit, and Source have been fragmented into confusing, often contradictory ideas — but in reality, they are one seamless whole. This is not about salvation, ascension, or evolution. It’s about recognition — seeing through the illusion of separateness and remembering what has always been true.
Category: Journal Entries
thoughts, ponderings, experiences and lessons learned. or, something deep and life-changing.
30 years ago, I died. It was mid-March of 1994, as I recall. I was 18 years old, and this may or may not have been about the 5th or 6th time I had been in a situation where I could have been over and done with this life — and yet, I decided to remain, or to come back and keep on keeping on.
For years, I’ve wrestled with the uneasy tension between who I am and who I believed I needed to become. Like many people, I’ve chased reinvention through new environments, ambitions, routines, and ideas, convinced that the next pursuit might finally quiet the underlying sense of restlessness. Yet no matter how far I wandered, I always found myself returning to the same essential nature — the same instincts, curiosities, rhythms, and creative impulses that have followed me my entire life. Perhaps the real challenge was never becoming someone else, but learning to stop resisting who I already am.
Many curious and truth-seeking explorers, including myself, have spent the majority of their life writing about, scrutinizing, researching, analyzing, extrapolating, exposing, and attempting to make sense of the nature of our world.




