Chapter One:

Chapter 1:

Let’s be real. Most theology these days feels like it was written by people who forgot how to dance. It started off with something pure — a divine idea meant to guide communities toward living well and loving better. But somewhere along the way, it got twisted. Like, “longest game of telephone in human history” twisted. You know, the kind where someone whispers, “Love your neighbor,” and 2,000 years later it somehow becomes, “Judge anyone who’s different.”

Here’s your gentle invitation to let go of all that outdated, guilt-ridden programming. The old systems — the ones built on fear, shame, and control — were incomplete. Not because the divine is broken, but because our interpretation of it got scrambled like cosmic eggs. 

This book? It’s your decoder ring.

We’re going to reintroduce you to the Gods — not as distant sky daddies or thunder-throwing tyrants, but as archetypes, vibes, and frequencies that have always been with you. We’ll talk about something called a bhumi (boom-e). And we’ll clear up a whole lot of confusion along the way — promise.

What If You Were Never Just a Blank Slate?

The mind isn’t some empty chalkboard waiting for someone to scribble math facts and Instagram filters on it. Nah. You came in with a whole playlist of soul-level lessons and unfinished business. Before you were even born, your soul was out here like, “Okay, I need to learn forgiveness, and patience, and maybe how to walk away from bad love with my dignity intact.” You chose your people. Your lessons. Your moments. Even the messy ones.

This life? It’s your shot at leveling up. The goal isn’t to be perfect — it’s to be real, to be awake, and to do the best you can with what you've got. That’s it. That’s the assignment.

My Life, Before the Bhumi (A.K.A. my hot mess era)

Here’s the highlight reel before everything flipped:

• Ran for local office and lost by 25 votes. Ouch.
• Asked for a divorce after 10+ years. We were better as allies than lovers.
• Thought I wanted a second chance with an ex. Realized we were just soul siblings.
• Fell for a married man (which we will call Mister C). Walked away, heart in hand.
• Reconnected with tarot,  astrology, and the unseen.
• Went full ghost mode for a while. No texts. No calls. Just silence.
• Cut ties with toxic folks, including my own mother.
• Became a Tibetan Buddhist. Yes, really.
• Had dreams that made no sense and yet made all the sense.

After the bhumi things started to change: 

• Spent eight months face-first in my shadow. So many tears, y’all.
• Took myself on hikes, solo dinners, and silent day trips.
• Had dreams that made no sense and yet made all the sense.
• Started rowing. Took swing dance classes. Made pottery. Bought every kind of vibrator I was curious about.
• Donated all my clothes. Kept only what sparked joy (Marie Kondo would be proud).
• Discovered I am — in fact — a total bad ass.

And here’s the thing: I’m not special. I just stopped lying to myself. I stopped pretending I was okay staying small. I followed the thread of my own longing. You can too.

To quote a cricket in a top hat:

When you wish upon a star,
Makes no difference who you are…
Anything your heart desires will come to you.

Yeah, it sounds cheesy. 

But it’s also real.

Dreamers aren’t delusional — they’re tuned in.

Welcome to the beginning.

Let’s unlearn, remember, and rebuild the divine — together.