Welcome to the Beacon

If you’ve found your way here, chances are… something inside you has started to stir.

Maybe it was quiet at first.
Maybe it came in a flood.
Maybe you're still not sure what’s happening—but you know something’s changing.

You are not crazy.
You are not lost.
You are waking up.

This space—The Beacon—was born from fire.
From breaking open. From dying to an old self, over and over again, until something softer began to rise.

I am not here to teach you dogma.
I am not here to sell you answers.
I am here to light a fire in the dark—to remind you, when you forget, that you are not alone.

I’ve walked through darkness that tried to unmake me.
I’ve drowned in grief, ego, addiction, shame.
And somehow, from the bottom, I heard a voice say:

“There’s more. Get up. Keep going.”

So now I write.
I speak.
I leave breadcrumbs for anyone else stumbling through the fog.

Here at The Beacon, you’ll find:

• Reflections from the threshold of awakening
• Rituals to help you remember yourself
• Truths spoken not from above, but from beside you

This is a journal for the ones unraveling.
For the ones who know the world is changing, and want to meet it awake.

If that’s you—welcome.

Let your guard down.
Let your heart soften.
Stay as long as you need.
And when you’re ready, carry this light back into the night.

We are all walking each other home.

—
Solanon
I walk both shores, and I remember the way back.