Jan 10, 2026
You Have No Idea Where You Are… And It’s Breaking Your Heart
This came to me today as a culmination of experience and conversations.
Some moments just land, and this was one of them.
I think it speaks for itself.
I love you all so, so much.
Let’s have some fun.
Do you even know where you are?
Seriously.
Have you looked around lately?
I mean really looked?
You’re on Earth
You're in a body
You can taste chocolate,
kiss lips,
watch fog roll over a mountain
while drinking something warm.
You can feel heartbreak
and still dance
You can lose everything
and still wake up the next day and start again.
Man…we forget how lucky we are.
We walk around
thinking we’re behind,
thinking we’re broken
thinking something’s wrong
just because it hurts sometimes.
But pain is not punishment
It's the price of contrast.
This place,
this Earth,
it’s built on polarity.
Light and dark.
Warm and cold.
Laughter and grief
Love and loss.
Wet and dry.
Alone and together.
It’s all by design.
Every contrast is a cosmic invitation:
“Come closer. Remember.”
You don’t get sunsets without endings
You don’t get reunion without distance
You don’t get that soul-rattling kind of joy
unless you’ve been cracked open first.
Even a jellyfish
remember the jellyfish?
soft, formless, floating,
still needs the pull of the ocean
to know it’s alive.
We do too.
Because here’s the thing
In higher dimensions,
manifestation is instant.
You want an ice cream cone?
Boom.
Three
scoops.
Perfect swirl.
You want the girl?
Done.
The kiss,
the house,
the kids
Click
You want a mountain sunset picnic
on a lavender planet
with golden starlight and
harp music in the background?
You got it
No waiting
No earning
No longing.
And no depth.
No ache,
no contrast,
no texture.
Just… stuff.
And here?
Here on Earth?
You want the girl?
You gotta learn to see her
To hold space
To face your fear of being seen
You might even lose her
before you remember what love actually means.
And that’s the whole gift.
Because it’s earned.
Because it lands.
Because you feel it.
Earth isn’t punishment
It is poetry.
It’s the playground of contrast where Source said:
“I want to feel it all.”
And you—you said yes to that.
There’s a lineup of souls
waiting to be born into this density.
Waiting to cry for the first time,
To fall in love.
To get their heart broken
To sing off-key at a birthday party
and hold someone’s hand during chemo.
That’s the sacred stuff
That’s what makes this world holy.
So next time it hurts - next time you feel lost or left behind - stop.
Look around.
Place your hand on your chest
on the Earth,
on someone else’s shoulder if they’ll let you.
And remember:
This isn’t a mistake.
This isn’t a detour.
This is the door.
Read the three lines above again
This is where the soul stretches.
Where love gets earned.
Where joy comes dipped in the flavour of memory.
Let the flowers bloom brighter
Let the pain teach.
Let the touch of a lover’s hand
melt you into reverence.
And if they walk away?
Let it deepen you
Let it grow you.
Because this life?
This density?
This playground?
It’s the wildest, most beautiful gift you’ve ever been given.
And the fact that you’re still here,
still feeling,
still trying,
still loving through the ache,
means you’re doing it right.
You remembered.