The Sacred Spiral Co.

I’m not a master. Not a guru. Not a “light worker.” I’m not a healer, practitioner, oracle, coach, or influencer. I’m not enlightened. I don’t want a title. I don’t want your pedestal. I don’t want to be your example, your guide, your anything.

So if you’re looking for someone to look too, keep on movin’, friend. You won’t find that here. I don’t have anything to influence anyone on. I’m not trying to. I have just as many answers and questions as you do. I’m just here saying… “look”. You are your own sovereign being that can think, form opinions and do research.

I have no spiritual authority. And I don’t want any. Or any authority, period.

Literally: just drink water, sit in the sun, stay away from assholes, do the shit you avoid, and don’t eat synthetic shit, if that’s the kind of “guidance” you’re after. None of its easy and I know. because I’m in the thick of it. Its really easy to talk about what your supposed to do, and what you should do, but severing loops, true integration and embodiment are all different beasts.

I’m not pretending to be qualified in the ways people expect. I don’t sit in meditation like I should. Half the time I forget to breathe properly, let alone access higher states of consciousness on command like some performance trick. I’m not consistent. I’m not some walking beam of light. And no—saying all this doesn’t make me more “authentic” or holy either. This isn’t some reverse-psychology performance. I just don’t know what other type of language to use to be as direct as possible. This is, and how it isn’t.

But I’m also not here to sell fluff, recycle New Age distortion scripts, or package up watered-down spiritual clichés and call them “truth.” I’m not here to stroke egos or bottle transcendence for resale. I’m not here to lead a flock, tell you how to heal, what to believe, or where to go next.

I’m here to be real. To clear the air. To bring something different to the table—something honest, raw, and hopefully useful. Something with guts.

Because here’s the truth:

I am not anything… except HERE. I literally just am. That’s it. Not more. Not less. I just am. Present. Alive. Trying. Watching. Studying. Asking. Starting over. Showing up. again. And again.

Some days, I’m tuned in like a satellite. Other days, I’m barely making it through the morning. But the thread never leaves. I keep showing up. I keep studying. I keep learning. I keep questioning. And I question my questions. Let them branch. Let them die. Let them reform. That’s the rhythm I live in: repetition with intention. Inquiry without ego.

This is what I love. This is my life’s work. Not because I’m an expert—but because I can’t not do this.

I love tracking how energy moves. How thought becomes form. How memory lives in the tissues of the body. I love understanding reality at the roots—how it builds, collapses, loops, and reforms. I love this work enough to admit when I’m wrong. I love it enough to start over from scratch. And I love it enough to share it even while I’m still in it. Especially then.

Now let me be clear:

Yes, I use A.I in business/work. .

Not hiding it. Owning it. Being real about it.

And I don’t give a flying frosted loop what your opinion is. 🙂

I’ve figured myself out. Have you?

The difference is, my content isn’t AI-generated. I generate it. Me. My brain. ChatGPT doesn’t think for me. It doesn’t gather intel. It doesn’t access Source. That comes from me, my process, my field, and years of self-study. Meeeeee. Me! Like… no one thanks the wrench for fixing the engine. It’s just a tool. The mind behind it is what matters.

What I do is simple: I upload images/texts from my archive. I feed it my notes, my ideas, my ramblings, my tangled thoughts. It helps me clean them up. It organizes my chaos into something readable. That’s it. That’s all. I don’t do prompts. I don’t ask it to help me “brainstorm”. My brain already is a storm. I would cry if I asked my bot for ideas. My head might literally split.

But to add to it, I’m just not passionate about formal writing—I’m passionate about truth. About systems. About understanding what’s really going on beneath the surface. I don’t want to waste hours rearranging syntax. That’s not the sacred part. Thats boring to me, it’s definitely a talent I lack but fully respect. But The sacred part already happened: in the receiving, in the decoding, in the madness of the moment it came through.

Before ChatGPT even existed, I had mountains of notes. Spiral maps. Scribbled diagrams. Pages that looked like a conspiracy theorist’s wet dream.

But you bet your ass when chatGPT came out, I used it. Because it helps me do what I’m actually here to do: share. Not perform. Not perfect. Transmit.

You don’t have to like or agree with how I work.

So don’t get it twisted. This is me. using the best tools I can find to organize years of living, learning, spiraling, fragmenting, decoding, breaking, remembering, and reconstructing.

And I’m not going to do anything to make it more comfortable for the internet. Get with it, or get lost. Respectfully, unapologetically.