There comes a point on the awakening path when life stops feeling random. Moments line up like constellations, each one shining you were always meant to see this. The song that plays, the glance that lingers, the person who appears just after you’ve whispered a question into the universe — it all begins to feel choreographed. Coincidence becomes too deliberate to dismiss. --- Divine Timing or Resonance We call it divine timing, but really it’s resonance — energy recognizing energy. The cosmos...

Mr Gorgeous has this way of giving compliments that still catches me off guard. He’ll say “You’re beautiful” or “You’re gorgeous” so naturally, and every single time, my body does this tiny internal flinch — because I don’t quite know what to do with it. Years ago, I promised myself I’d stop arguing with compliments. Just say thank you, even if I didn’t fully agree. But there’s a big difference between saying the words and letting them actually land. If someone praises how I think or see the...

A lesson in turning lightning into light. --- There are days when nostalgia visits. It echoes around the walls in the form of a song, a scent, a memory that doesn’t belong to this timeline but still knows my name. Sometimes those moments remind me of when life first cracked open and I saw behind the veil — when everything shimmered with meaning, and love felt like magic wearing a human face. Back then, connection was lightning — sudden, transformative. It burned away what was false and left...