faith

  • There is an orchard few people ever speak about. Not because it is hidden. Because everyone standing in it believes it is normal. They walk among twisted trunks and fruit that never quite ripens. Some branches bloom beautifully while others rot from the inside. The leaves shimmer just enough to convince every generation that next…

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  • The First Home

    There has always been something fascinating to me about the way the world talks about women. For thousands of years, people have argued about where women came from. Whose they belonged to. What their role should be. What they should wear. How they should behave. How much space they should take up. How loud they…

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  • There comes a moment in a life where the running stops. Not because the world finally behaved.Not because the storm passed.But because something inside you did. Standing in self is not loud. It does not need witnesses. It is not a declaration thrown across a room. It is a quiet alignment that happens when your…

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  • Don’t Ask Alice-Entry I

    (Headphones on-Tycho-Awake) Nothing happened today. No collapse. No epiphany. No moment dramatic enough to tell someone about. The kind of day that would have terrified me once because it offered nothing to cling to. I woke up without urgency. No need to check messages to see who still wanted me. No inventory of what I…

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  • He wasn’t asleep when the knowing came. It arrived in the thin space before morning, when the world is quiet enough to tell the truth. One moment he stood in Magdalene’s garden, the earth cool beneath his feet, the olive trees holding their breath — and the next he was inside a life already unfolding.…

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  • Magdalene

    They told the story backward for so long that the beginning was almost forgotten. Before temples.Before thrones.Before the voice of God was given a beard and a law. There was a woman who remembered. Mary was born of Eve’s remembering.Not of her fall, but of her choice.The first kiss of knowledge did not curse her.…

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  • The angel laughed.Not cruelly. Not gently either.A sound like someone who finally understands the joke. “You were meant to see,” the angel said, watching the demon pace in circles inside the mind. “Of course you were. But tell me something. Now that the veil is torn, what are you actually looking at?” The demon stopped.Smoke…

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  • The Weight of the Name

    What you call yourself becomes the contract the universe signs with you. There was a time when I thought a name was just a sound — something spoken so others would look up. But names are not sounds. They are spells with memories in them. Every time you speak yours, the world decides how to…

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  • The Law of Responsibility

    After the word was spoken, the universe answered back. It was not thunder. No choir. The reply arrived like dew on iron, quiet enough to miss if you rush, heavy enough to bend the grass when you finally look. The answer didn’t argue. It mirrored. And in that mirror I saw every shape my breath…

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  • THE FIRST LAW OF CREATION

    What is spoken into being eventually develops a voice of its own. There comes a moment in every creator’s life when the world stops behaving like clay and starts behaving like a witness. In the beginning, every word feels like command. Every vision, a quiet suggestion to the fabric of existence. You speak, and reality…

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