Whats up family. I wanted to share an event that is taking place on the 3rd March 2026 at the Dhammakaya Temple - which is the largest Buddhist temple in Thailand, just outside of Bangkok. A couple of days ago I was fortunate enough to join a half day group mediation at the Istana in Bali, lead by 3 Thai monks from the Dhammakaya Temple. The temple has the capacity to hold 1 million meditators and they are holding a 4 day event with the main day of meditation and candle lighting for world peace to be held on the 3 March - if anyone is interested and can make it to Thailand i have dropped the link below where you can sign up. https://www.balimeditation.org/lopinternational2026

“They say you never know what you got until it’s gone…I know I got it, idk what yall on” One of my favorite verses by Kanye. I may not have all the friends or the money or the career but I have love and inner wholeness. Wisdom is better than silver & gold. I have what matters most: gratitude & appreciation for the smallest things. The things we often overlook as we’re so consumed with “life”…so caught up surviving…we forget what’s real. What matters——love. Anything can be ripped away from us at any moment as nothing is truly ours. It all belongs to source as we are source experiencing itself in infinite ways. I learned non- attachment early in life. I chose to enter into fluctuating & chaotic circumstances. At a point in my life, I thought I was “fucked up” because of my level of non attachment had wandered into dissociation. I stopped getting attached to animals because my dad would casually breeze through them like indispensable critters. I remember crying when he got the last dog, knowing that we’d end up getting rid of him (which we did). It’s been a never ending pattern of getting a new dog, neglecting it, the dog goes “crazy”, & then he gets rid of him/her. That pattern mixed with a frenzy of other conundrums led me to radical non attachment—- hence being “fucked up” lol. However, the most magical kitty entered my life when I needed love the most. I found her abandoned by the river…on the verge of starvation. I luckily got her to come to me & we’ve been best friends since. I found her the day before the winter solstice last year and my bday is the day before the summer solstice. She felt like my soulmate in animal form. A couple days ago, I was telling my coworker this story & that same night kitty disappeared. I’ve been in denial until now as I’m failing to understand why my time with her was so short. However, I cherished her deeply and I know that she is not truly mine. I’m writing this to transmute the pain into something greater. I am happy to say that I can form bonds while remaining non attached. I feel this may be the highest form of love there is ❤️ and the lesson I can take from it all.

My Story — and Why I Am Who I Am Today I grew up in a small village, a free, carefree child—always in the forest, between fields, and up in fruit trees. I loved discovering, observing, and losing myself in nature.I was raised in a Christian family, prayed regularly, and spoke to God. Home was warm and loving. Part of my childhood unfolded at medieval fairs, with cannons, fire kitchens, and a great sense of freedom. I was allowed to be among the adults—listening, learning, trying out crafts. There was singing, dancing, and playing with fire—there I felt freer than anywhere else. When I was seven, a very close friend died. In that moment, the world I had known was shaken. Panic attacks and deep fears became constant companions. My body trembled, my heart raced, and I felt as if I might die at any moment.The illusion of control crumbled. I understood: life ends—sometimes much sooner than we think. Children die, too. This certainty did something to me that I could no longer push away. I tried to ignore the fear. During the day, play and bustle distracted me. At night, alone in bed, it returned—the fear of death. My mother did her best, yet I felt her worry and helplessness. So I kept my fears more and more to myself. I began asking God questions: Who are you? Are you there? Do you protect me? I asked because I knew no other way.From the fear grew psychological strain, self-doubt, and resignation. I withdrew and spent much of my childhood and youth alone. With the onset of puberty came a phase of inner numbness. I cried a lot, felt unloved, and was convinced I would always be alone.When I started my vocational training, a new environment brought the chance for a fresh start. I found friendships, joy in life, and could finally be who I truly was again. In the course of that, I visited a place called Taizé, which fundamentally changed my view of religion and faith. That time was full of self-reflection and personal development, which deeply influenced my growth.