A Living Oracle
Map of the Journey

The next day, the vision of 2B arrived. The house could be divided in two. I could buy the part that holds my soul — 2B — with its garden, its gateway, its glade. A soul-home. A sanctuary. A yes from the unseen.

And then I remembered, a quiet echo: My neighbour in Number 1 shares my birthday. Two souls, same day, anchoring either end of a shared structure. A mirror of wholeness. Bookends. Sacred geometry in human form.

It felt like a wink from Spirit. A breadcrumb trail of affirmation: This land is already a temple. My presence here is not random — it is purposeful and potentiated. If Spirit sparked the purple flame to save 2B, perhaps this is another signal… That the entire structure may hold future chapters too.

2B or not 2B? Stay tuned, we will find out.
For now, I tend what is before me. I will let my roots grow deeper. And should the opportunity come… I’ll be ready.

But the message is clear: anchor this land, not only for me, but for the myth and the mission. In order to do so, I would need to double my income within a year — not through hustle, but through soul-offering.

What sacred work could I pour all of myself into?

The answer came: The Gateway – Inner Calling.

This isn’t just a home — it’s a living oracle, a breathing mythos. The land has led me again and again: symbols in moss and stone, a heart-shaped bay, ladybirds – sooooo many ladybirds! Those ladybirds helped reveal a literal lady bird nesting beneath me: a blackbird. Not forgetting the fairy ring, nor the antler behind the cabin when I arrived, or my hugging-tree revealing a face in its bark after 17 months of hugs. I found what felt like a dragon’s egg nestled in the roots of that same tree — and nearby, a journal hidden in the woods, filled with a child’s wild belief: “I believe in magic… not the Harry Potter kind, but natural magic.”

And, all beneath the unblinking gaze of the geomantic dragon, whose presence crowns this glade in silent watchfulness. Eyes of stone and starlight, ancient as the bones of the earth. It coils through the ley, breathing quietly beneath the land.

The glade is not still.
It listens. It speaks.

The Glade remembers. And now, it wants to be shared.

It became clear: this wasn’t just about staying. It was about stewarding.
This is not just a programme. This is the beginning of a legacy — of soul work rooted in earth, song, story, and sovereignty.

The Gateway – Inner Calling is the first offering I’ve made with my whole self — unguarded, unfiltered, alive. But it is only the beginning. A threshold. The initiation of a much wider arc, in service to something ancient and emerging. This place is a sanctuary encoded with mythic memory. A retreat space where the veils thin. Ceremonial ground where the land itself becomes teacher. A mythic school for those who are remembering how to listen, how to walk with wonder, how to dwell in right relation with the unseen.

This year is for anchoring. For listening with the soles of the feet and the soul of the heart. For learning to trust the timing of the land, the nudges of the mystery. For calling in those who recognise the pulse beneath the surface, the beat between the wings — the ones who feel the hum, the ones who know the symbols, the ones who are ready to co-create something sacred, slow, and luminous.

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In time — when the papers are signed and the land is mine in law, not just in love — there will be a gathering. A circle in the glade, under a Gemini Moon. I will send out wax-sealed invitations, each stamped with the Blackbird seal — a call from the mythic heart of the Glade. These are not simply invites. They are thresholds. Living symbols of resonance, devotion, and trust in what we are building together.

Everyone who walks a Gateway Journey — whether now or in the years to come — will receive one. So too will those who offer a sacred donation of £555 or more to support this unfolding vision.

When the moment arrives, you will be summoned to a garden gathering at the Glade — a ceremonial celebration, a weaving of kin, a moment made myth.

The blackbird will sing. The fire will be lit.
And I will extend my hand —
not to lead, but to walk beside you — as we cross, together, into the next great becoming.

Welcome home, dreamer. The myth is alive.

This isn’t just a story you’ve read — it’s a myth you’ve entered. If you’ve read this far, you are part of it. The Gateway is open. The Glade is listening. The work is awake.

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