𝓜𝔂 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓞𝓯 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮 - Sunday 17 August 2025

Though I did some serious rewiring already, I am starting to see how stuck I have been in that scarcity mindset.

Limiting myself for decades....

Because planning a future feels like a luxury when survival is the focus.

These posts are:

𝒯𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.
𝒯𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒.
𝒯𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈𝑒𝓉.
𝒯𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒.

The long weekend has gotten me confused; I truly thought it was Sunday yesterday. But life, the gift that keeps on giving if you open up to it, has blessed me with one more well-needed day off.

I know that these last few days, I have been looking at why I made certain choices when I was young. Choices that impacted my life greatly.

There bottom line is the same, each time I chose a path without guidance, without a safety net. Each time I chose to follow where my instinct took me, but why?

Why did I not stay safe in the comfort zone of home? Why did I feel the need to break out at 13, and even remove myself further five years later?

That is without even mentioning the next time....

Still, I would like a little more time to think about that, and time to think I had in abundance before I opened up to it.

Since I've been facing my scarcity, its origin, and how it has limited me in life so far I have seen so many veils unfold.

I received so much, in so many forms: clarity, laughter, inspiration, and even the next step into growing wealth. Which is probably the area that I have struggled most with througout my life so far.

Not so much anymore, I am grateful to be showered by abundance daily. To recognize it and say thanks.

It has opened many new roads to many new worlds I would love to explore. Worlds I will explore when time allows it, how strange that a few moons ago time was the one thing I had an abundance of, and now, the abundance life offers me at times makes me wish for more time to enjoy and absorb it.

And here it is, a full extra day, a long weekend to pause and look at all the little wonders that have crossed my path, or are walking beside me during this new phase.

There is so much, so many wonderful experiences, some that trigger me into action.

Actions like learning not to be the owner of someone else's problem.
Or just writing my way out of scarcity, by recognizing abundance and showing gratitude daily.

Other actions are more about understanding myself, where I came from, what caused my wounds, what drives me, and who I truly am.

Or the road ahead, The Call of Avalon. How a vision becomes a plan, and how a plan becomes reality. How it was a word, a glimpse one day, and now it´s a real place, drawn out in my mind so it can materialize.

Then, after years of voluntary isolation, I am opening the gates again for humans. And while I am doing so, the first ones coming through that gate are very interesting creatures.

Surely some will disappoint me, but I am now ready and willing to be disappointed if, on the other side, I am surprised and inspired by those I am letting in.

There is so much to see right now, so much movement, and I know, I was told that this would be coming, that I would like a bit more time to enjoy it.

And I do not even have to ask for it, I already created it, unknowingly...nah, subconscious maybe yes, I have created more time.

That time is almost here, just like the time this summer heat dies down and turns my world into an even more pleasant place is almost here.

I am finally navigating life, no longer lost, and nothing more than a plaything of the waves.

Of course, life's curveballs will keep coming, but with myself at the wheel and knowing where I am going, the road ahead will be filled with abundance.

It will be my task to see it, show gratitude for it, and make time to enjoy it.

Thank you for making it this far....for those who know me...or better, think they know me, this might have been a WTF moment.

For me, this is a WTF journey, but I finally know my destiny: Avalon.

Around 1200 AD, Geoffrey of Monmouth wrote that King Arthur was taken on a boat to Avalon by “nine sisters,” the eldest being Morgan le Fay.

Avalon, where the mists of the worlds are thin and time no longer reigns.

“The king was carried to the isle of Avalon to be healed of his wounds.”

According to legend, he did not return from Avalon, but he is prophesied to do so: Arthur is the "once and future king."

Ever since, poets and dreamers have chased that myth. I am a poet, a dreamer, a mystic, and a magician.

I will not chase the myth, I will recreate it just as she meant it to be.

Because over all these centuries, Avalon has grown, the word itself holds more power than the eyes of time can see.

The ancient Celtic legend, a sacred island of healing and immortality, shrouded in fog and guarded by priestesses.

In a quiet English village in 1897, a young writer named T.E. Wilburn sat beneath an old oak and scribbled in his journal:

“Avalon is not merely a place, it is the ache of the soul that remembers something purer than this world can offer.”

That line would later appear in his forgotten book Through the Mists, and inspire the chorus of a 1974 folk song by Rowan Shade:

“Sail away, sail away / To the isle where kings still breathe / Avalon, oh Avalon / My heart you never leave.”

To some, Avalon is paradise. To others, a metaphor for death, it might be both.

Even today, Avalon appears as a vivid symbol of hope after ruin, of wholeness beyond despair.

Avalon is more than a story.

Avalon is a compass for lost souls, pointing somewhere beyond the chaos of the world, to recovery, to rebirth, and reset.

And like Arthur, those willing will all encounter the boat to take them there.