And when the fog lifts—when we remember who we are, what we stand for, and the strength found in unity—we will see clearly again.

Because love, like the land, never forgets. 🌿

But that world never came to be. Not yet.

Because we are more than skin and bone, more than the illusions spun by those who would hold the world in their grasp.

We are energy. We are the light bending through time, the echoes of something greater than we’ve been taught to believe.

He saw a future where power flowed freely, where technology served humanity instead of binding it.

And what if the answers have been here all along? Beneath the shadow of Pikes Peak, Tesla glimpsed beyond the veil. He understood the mystical rhythm of energy, the secrets woven into the hum of the Earth itself.

What if we don’t end when we leave this physical plane? What if consciousness is simply shifting states, like water to vapor?

But time, like reality itself, is a trick of perception. We think things are solid, fixed in place, but nothing truly is. We exist in a universe where light is both a particle and a wave, where observation changes outcomes, where memory lingers in the fabric of space itself.

A garden, a greenhouse, a cabin nestled in the rhythm of the land. A place where time slowed, where we built, where we dreamed.

Beneath the shadow of Pikes Peak, where life took root in thin air, we cultivated something of our own. A place where the seasons moved through us as much as we moved through them. Where wood and soil and stone came together, shaped by our hands, a quiet sanctuary of resilience and renewal.

We spoke often of the land, of its energy, of the weight of history that settled into the rocks and trees of the Pacific Northwest. It was more than just scenery. It was part of us, a place we belonged to before we ever set foot on its shores. It wasn’t just where we stood—it was where we dreamed.

Tim walked these paths before I knew him, before we were an us. For him, it was a return—a step back into the story of his life before I entered it. For me, it was an invitation. As he traced his past, I followed, not just seeing the world through his eyes but feeling it.

I just got home and saw the news conference. It is a tragedy and Trump is so FULL of himself! What an ahole!

💪 Your future self will thank you.
What’s your one small win today?

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If you’ve been stuck in analysis paralysis, choose one action today—send that email, launch that page, make that post. One move forward beats a hundred ideas sitting in your head.

👉 The big wins? They start with a single decision.
👉 The best projects? Built step by step.
👉 The most successful creators? They didn’t wait until they felt “ready.”
👉 They just started.