this is not performance, this is
A living oracle temple. A quiet revolution.
A sacred rebellion through Ceremony.
Here, the body is the altar and the voice is the drum.
I don’t follow templates. I follow truth.
Not strategy — transmission.
Not performance — presence.
This is work for the ones who’ve been praised for the masks
but are aching to remember what’s underneath.
If you’ve been high-achieving and half-awake,
if your Soul is whispering there’s more…
you are not lost — you are being called.
Come lay it down.
And rise.
This is not a menu:
This is a temple of frequencies, living and breathing.
These are not offerings to consume —
but ceremonies to enter,
dreamdoors to cross,
fields to be undone and remembered within.
Let your body decide.
Let your Soul feel the pull.
You are not here to be convinced.
You are here to come home.
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the time of running businesses is over.
the time of making art and building structures that mask their sacredness, has ended.
We are in a new day:
The day of bringing what is Real back from the hidden realms,
The day of rebuilding the temples
with structures we carry the codes for in our blood.
We are in the Divine light of the Sublime.
This time on Earth is for the sacred work that has been speaking to you,
that hasn't had space to fully land because your system
has been plugged in to the false hierarchies, ideas, and breaks in consciousness and Soul
the everyday modern world demands.
The Sublime is for the Soul that's speaking:
None of this has to be this hard. But there are rites that must be done to make space for how easy it can be.
The work, the True Work, that is calling you, does require you to become a new Self.
And you need to be properly held in the unbecoming of this. With ceremony at the core. Not strategy. Not rituals as a side-piece. The Core.
This is for the Soul for which nothing else has worked. Because your true work is that celestial. It's only going to come down and come up and come through when the ceremony of you is willing to surrender to its divine nature. Sublime is where you are held in your transfiguration, your soul-signature's own process, so that the Essence that carries the work can finally live.
Please do not come when you are still dancing with programs. strategies, masterminds, and coaching. This is for the one who is fully ready to surrender to the mystery path of initiatory rites & ceremony.
When you are ready for that, Sublime is ready. For you.
"It’s time to unravel the performance, the praise, the pressure of what is almost true — and come home."
Rootwalking is not a program.
It is a ceremonial return.
A walk into the unseen
where your Soul meets the songs of your line,
The Songs of Them—
The Glory, the gifts, the gumbo, the gathering.
This is for the tender disruptors, the sacred rebels,
the ones who’ve heard the whispers and kept walking until finding a place to land.
When it is open, this is a Place: To land. To Root.
To unfold with the people who called your name before you Knew it.
For 6 weeks, we walk together —
but the circle lives beyond the calendar.
Because healing isn’t a schedule.
It’s a Soul Call.
You will not be taught.
You will be remembered.
If the path stirs something ancient in your bones,
step forward.
The Ancestors are already waiting.
Root deeper. Walk clearer. Remember why you came.
And illusion is no-thing.
Thank god/dess the time to free your essence is now.
The Grandmothers and Grandfathers thank god
You are Here. Already here.
You awaken to the sublime because you are ready,
and there is nothing but illusion to stop you.
And thank God/dess for that.
Through deep seeing, through deep sound, through deep dreaming,
we go into Soul liberation.
Because you are not here to play on conventional terms
and neither am I.
I bow to this walk, Our walk :: is sacred.
This portal.
I am here to walk with you, Sacred One,
as you find the Way to your own knowing
as you remember—I do. I thank god/dess for you.