Mid‑Life and Other Crises:
Man or Woman? / Crisis or Awakening?
The Thresholds We All Meet
If you live long enough, and live consciously enough, you start to notice that life doesn’t unfold in a straight line. It moves in thresholds. Pressure points. Moments where the self you’ve been collides with the self you’re becoming.
The World Behind the World
A Deep Exploration of Paradigm, Perception, Trauma, and
the Return to Seeing
1. The World Is Not What It Seems
I’ve walked this earth long enough to know that the world
most people see is only a thin slice of what’s actually here. Beneath the
surface, beneath the noise, the habits, the programming, there is a realm of
wonder so profound it borders on the miraculous. A world of subtle
intelligence, quiet magic, and beauty so staggering it can bring a grown person
to their knees.
But most never see it.
The Bottom Line
There are many paths a person can take in search of peace. Some walk the spiritual road, some follow the psychological, some lean into meditation or breathwork, and some simply stumble into quiet moments that remind them of who they are beneath the noise. But no matter the path, no matter the method, the bottom line is always the same:
Peace is an inside job...
The Solar Plexus Chakra, Where Emotion Becomes Power
I. Standing at the Fire in the Center of Myself
When I talk about the Solar Plexus Chakra, I’m not talking
about an abstract symbol or a pretty yellow mandala floating in the air. I’m
talking about something I’ve lived, something that has knocked me to my knees,
lifted me to my feet, and taught me that emotion is not a flaw in the system
but the ignition point of personal power.
For me, the Solar Plexus is the place where my emotions stop being background noise and start becoming messages. It’s where fear becomes clarity, where anger becomes boundary, where joy becomes fuel, and where tears, those strange, holy little droplets, become a release valve for the pressure of being human.
The Third Eye and the Architecture of Seeing
There’s a moment in every seeker’s life when the familiar boundaries of thought begin to feel too small. When the labels we’ve inherited, spiritual, psychological, biological, start to feel like fences around a landscape that was never meant to be fenced. I’ve lived long enough, and wandered far enough, to know that the truth of our inner world doesn’t sit neatly inside any single discipline. It lives in the overlap, in the place where mysticism, science, and lived experience converge.
