I'm really looking forward to it on Friday. Can't wait to hear more wisdom from @Nicolas Bennett ... Epic. 🔥

They wander in darkness seeking light, failing to realize that the light is in the heart of the darkness. ~ Manly P Hall,

Great book on lucid dreaming and the 7 gateways that go beyond just dreaming. Highly recommended to consume. https://youtu.be/3qOdKojFrqY

This photograph was taken in the summer of 2020, on a day when the world felt both eerily quiet and intensely alive. I was alone, walking through the woods as I often did then, letting the trees steady me and the rhythm of my footsteps calm my thoughts. There was a stillness to that walk, the kind that isn’t empty but listening. The woods opened out at the back into fields, tall grasses catching the light, wild and ungoverned, and it was there that something shifted. I remember the moment clearly. The air felt different, charged somehow, as if I had crossed an unseen threshold. I sensed, with absolute certainty, that I wasn’t alone. Not in the way we usually mean it—not another person, not an animal breaking through the grass—but a presence that didn’t belong to the physical rules we’re taught to trust. It wasn’t fear that rose in me. It was recognition. Then I saw it: a flash of movement, subtle and fleeting, invisible to the naked human eye and yet unmistakably real. For a split second, it revealed itself—not in form, but in motion, like light bending where nothing should be. A shimmer. A disturbance. A reminder. I don’t pretend to fully understand what I saw, only that I saw it, and that moment saw me too. Instinct took over. I lifted my phone and took this photograph. I didn’t compose it carefully or think about technique. I simply responded. The image that emerged feels like a meeting point—between light and shadow, matter and something beyond it. The delicate white flowers stand almost defiant against the darkened edges, as though illuminated from within. The field looks ordinary at first glance, but it isn’t. It holds something. It remembers. I’ve called this photograph 'Spirit of the Woods' because that is what it felt like: the land briefly revealing its awareness, its life beyond our limited senses. I’ve always known, deep down, that I am never truly alone. I don’t walk through places; I walk with them. I sense things others might dismiss—shifts in energy, presences without bodies, movements without sound. Non-physical phenomena aren’t abstract concepts to me; they’re part of my lived experience.

Yesterday, I was thinking of my late parents and missing them terribly. They both loved Christmas, especially Daddy, and the holidays are just not the same without them. Then a text from my sis popped up on my phone. She had purchased an evergreen wreath to go at their gravesite, and had gone over to the cemetery yesterday to check on it. As she arrived, the late evening sun hit the wreath just so and made it look like a lantern or lit candle was glowing in the center. Physics…or something more? It’s comforting to think of this as a message from Mama and Daddy telling us they are near. Moments like this are not about proof but more about presence. My sister noticed, and then sent the photo to me…and that is what matters most.