We are the visionary dreamkeepers, the weavers of our own future

What a wild time to be alive.

We are standing on the precipice, birthing a new world into being. A world that is beautiful beyond our comprehension. And we are leaving the old world behind.

This is the time to make the leap.

At this place, this chasm…a field where chaos and stillness mingle and dance, we see the old stories and old wounds surface to be seen - before we release them, before we let go and shed our skins.

We must grieve as we set ourselves free.

Be still for a moment, and listen. Can you hear the sound of the unseen realms...of the spaces in between?

It is the sound of the cosmic sea, the realm of infinite possibility. It is the sound of your becoming.

The unified field.

It is the space where the formless becomes formed, where dreams and songs become reality.

Do you hear the song from deep within you, aching to be sung?

What is the world your soul longs to dream into being?

This is the time to plant the seeds of our becoming - in the rich and fertile cosmic sea, the sea of chaos.

You have the power, the wisdom, and the freedom to choose what you create.

You can create beauty.

You can create peace.

You can choose love.