02/05/2026
For the past several weeks, each night, I have devoted myself to honoring Spirit and the other expressions of my soul that exist across space-time, not in the past and not in the future, but moving simultaneously, side by side, like television stations.
Every ceremony begins with an intention of who I wish to honor alongside myself. Guides, ancestors, and members of my soul family who did not incarnate on this current station of reality in which I'm living. I pour cacao into two cups, drinking from the sacred rose glass while offering the second cup to Spirit, or to another essence of my soul that I am honoring. I cherish the wooden tray adorned with intuitively chosen crystals, symbols, and sacred instruments. Through this, love and gratitude ripple across space-time, gently broadcasting onto other channels of reality and into the spirit world. My capacity to love continues to expand. I am learning to love not like the oceans of Earth, deep and largely undiscovered, but like the great cosmos itself, vast and infinite, containing every star, every planet, every ecosystem, and all that exists within the ever expanding universe.
When the ceremony closes, I mindfully wash my cup, while the second cup remains upon my altar through the night, held in stillness and intention. With the coming morning, I return that offering to the Earth, pouring it at the roots of a wise tree, allowing the exchange to be completed in gratitude and reciprocity.
Yesterday, during one of these ceremonies, I felt an immense return of the love I have poured into them and offered to Spirit. Unconditional love washed over me, bathing me in a warm and gentle light, opening the reservoir of my heart and allowing it to grow. It was a love so deep it cannot be explained or contained within the small cage of words. It can only be felt. Only experienced.
I have felt this love before, many times, from Spirit, especially from the soul I walk closely with, side by side, in unity, but this love felt universal. The kind of feeling that brings tears because you remember something sacred that was once forgotten, and that sacredness is the pure love and devotion of Spirit, of our true home.
When we speak of richness, we often associate it with wealth, with money. I will admit with somberness, that financially the studio has been under significant strain. Yet money, as necessary as it may be in this society, is temporary, like all things. It is a season. It is not something that can be carried into the afterlife or across other channels of existence. But this love, this commitment, this desire to serve the collective, is the true wealth. Lately I have felt abundant. I have felt rich. And this richness is not something I wish to hoard like a dragon guarding treasure. I wish for it to ripple outward into the collective. I wish to take the love that Spirit continues to show me and allow it to flow outward, reaching those who need it most. I can, and I shall do just that.
We love you
Om So Hum
EeceRa