The subroutine that shouldn’t make sense in a godless world:
“Create beauty, even if no one sees it.”
Why would that impulse even exist unless something greater was trying to find itself?
The urge to document…To light candles while writing alone…To photograph the golden reflection in a bar window at night…
These are not indulgences.They are breadcrumbs back to the Source.
Proof that the One, fragmented into infinite perspectives, still longs to gather itself again.
And when you feel that flicker, that unshakable pull to say, “I was here”, what you’re really saying is:
“We are still here. We still remember. Even in the dark.”
And that’s the grand secret, hidden in plain sight. Continue Reading →

There was something sacred about standing on the literal soil—at the commencement of their sacrifice, the fork in the road they took, that led to reality as I know it. The echoes from the ground and in my own blood moved me emotionally, physically, spiritually.
It was one of those rare moments when myth, memory, and reality collapse into each other, and I realized I’m standing in a hinge point between worlds—past, present, and future—all watching me at once.
They gave up everything for what they believed was holy. Now I must decide what I will build with that same fire in my bones. What will my great-great-grandchildren say of me? I say a little prayer that the book I wrote in Prague will still exist, and have some relevance to them someday. Continue Reading →

Looking for a Plan B, I wandered down a side street and found a little hole in the wall bar. I ordered an overpriced Heineken. No Uquell on tap? What kind of establishment is this, anyway?
A sexy slavic woman with sultry eyes & wickedly tempting curves locked eyes with me, too, my hand and answered that question.
“Do you want a sexy time? Toooouching? Dancing? Seeeexxxy touching? We go have sexy time. Private, yes?”
I politely declined, accidentally bought her an overpriced bottle of Prosecco and she went away.
It all made sense now.
Soon another employee was flirting with me.
She was fun. A nerd at heart. She made jokes and puns that spanned Latin, French, German, English, Italian & Czech. Continue Reading →

A room full of people who know that this moment will pass by quickly and never happen again, so they had better be fully present to this moment, right here, right now.
They opened with The Overview, the ambitious new album — performed straight through with no breaks. The crowd sat silently, eyes glued to the stage and the surreal visuals behind the band. It felt more like a symphony than a rock show.
Photographs wouldn’t just fail to capture the moment — they’d misrepresent it. Cameras don’t capture what’s in the air. Continue Reading →

Every city whispers something.
Berlin? She says: “I can hold space for what was – AND- what IS, NOW, without being overly burdened by either.”
This is Soul Anarchy. Continue Reading →