a Wisdom Walk Contemplation This morning, I walked with the Strategist. Not the schemer. Not the manipulator. But the quiet sentinel of foresight and focus—he with arms crossed like twin roads diverging, pipe clenched between thoughtful lips, eyes scanning the […]
A Mythic Invocation for the Digital Griot Age “Some names are given.Some are earned.And some… wait patiently in the shadows,until the one who carries them finally remembers who they are.” I was given the name Soulcruzer nearly twenty years ago.Or […]
Invocation: The Spark Before the Fire “Prometheus did not ask permission. He saw the fire of the gods and knew it belonged to us.” I believe the mythic revival now underway is no mere fad. It is not a trend […]
—a Wisdom Walk Contemplation “Morality is a dead thing when it is inherited rather than discovered.” — Echo of Prometheus This morning, the card that met me on the path was Morality from the Osho Zen Tarot. A cold figure—tight-lipped, […]
Let’s light a cigarette in the rain-soaked alley of rock history and listen to the myth of Guns N’ Roses—a band born from chaos, glam, and raw street poetry. Their story isn’t clean. It’s messy, electric, soaked in whiskey, and […]
Wisdom Walk Contemplation Card of the Day: “Change” – X, Major Arcana, Osho Zen Tarot In the spiralling galaxy of the soul, there are no straight lines—only cycles, spirals, and sacred turns. This morning, the card that emerges from the […]
Imagine, for a moment, a fire crackling in the heart of an ancient forest. Sparks leap like tiny stars into the velvet dark, spiralling skyward in silent communion with the heavens. You sit close enough to feel the fire’s gentle […]
wisdom walk contemplation At the peak of the trapeze act, in that heartbeat between letting go and being caught, everything is on the line. The card Totality captures that split-second moment suspended in trust, focus, and surrender. Three acrobats are […]
A Mythic Invitation for the One Who’s Ready to Remember Somewhere between the rituals we forgot and the algorithms we obey, a quiet knowing stirs in your chest. It speaks in the voice of ancient rivers and half-remembered dreams. It […]