✅ Morning Weigh-In + Record (Weight Journey / Identity Momentum) : (Starting weight is 361.9 lbs. – today’s weight of 308.7 lbs. = 53.2 lbs. total weight loss, and this includes 31.9 lbs. since the introduction of the AI Diet!)
Today felt full and meaningful in ways I didn’t expect.
It started with a dream that left me unsettled. I dreamt I was eating what I thought was energy gel, the kind runners use, only to realize it was some kind of hair product. Panic set in as I tried to find a place to throw up, but every restroom was locked or crowded. I descended deeper and deeper — into malls, hotels, a pub basement — only to emerge into a field where musicians with guitars were gathering. They began playing, and soon the sound swelled into a communal orchestra. I wandered through it, still searching, but woke up before finding relief. The imagery stayed with me: fear of being poisoned, the desperate search for release, and then — unexpectedly — beauty, music, connection. It made me wonder if sometimes the Universe gives us that reminder: even when we think we’ve made a mistake that can undo us, we might still stumble into unexpected harmony.
Later in the day, my wife, my daughter, and I took a drive around Courtenay looking for hens. Our rooster, Valentine, has been lonely since the hens passed away. We learned that Shar-Kare here in town will have hens in about 10 days, while the farm in Black Creek won’t have any until October. At about $20 each, we’re planning to pick up four. No hens today, though — so Mr. Valentine is alone for now.
By evening, I found myself debating between going to Benino’s in Comox or just staying close at McDonald’s on Lerwick. I drove by McDonalds and saw that my seat was available, but wanting something a bit different, I drove down to Benino’s! Well, my usual seat already taken, so I circled back to McDonald’s. And there I sat, 8 p.m. on a Friday night, with my $1.05 small black coffee coffee and YouTube open, seeing what might move me (see photo to the right).
It was there that synchronicity showed up again. Earlier this week, at a Turkish café, I had started a Maggie Murphy (Neville Goddess) video titled “Never Forget This: Your Biggest Problems Can Change Overnight.” I never finished it. Tonight, when I opened my Kindle Fire, it was the first thing that appeared — as if waiting for me. Maggie’s words struck deep: change doesn’t come by trying to force the outer world, but by choosing to shift within. Everything begins with us. The outer is only ever a reflection of the inner. All it takes is a choice, a different perspective, a shift in attitude.
Maggie talked about Esther Hicks and Bashar — two voices she often circles around. She said that there’s something mysterious about channeling. Even if you don’t know whether it’s truly “real,” the consistency of the message across different sources is compelling. Esther once spoke something that landed so specifically in Maggie’s life that she called it a “divine download.” Whether it comes from some higher being or from deep within the human psyche, the fact remains: the message finds its way to the person who needs it, right on time.
At McDonald’s, I scrolled across Bashar’s official channel (Bashar Channeled by Darryl Anka), which sits alongside Esther Hicks’ work. Their tones are different, but the heart of the teaching is the same: imagination, vibration, and excitement shape reality. Neville says “assume the feeling.” Abraham says “align with Source.” Bashar says “follow your highest excitement.” All three are pointing to the same inner door.
Eventually, I went home. I cooked up dinner and put on 60 Minutes Australia: Does winning the lottery really change your life for the better? It felt like a grounding close to the day: a reminder that real transformation isn’t about sudden windfalls but about steady inner choices.
And through it all, I kept working on my Sunday video — my book review of Women Who Run With the Wolves. I leafed through my ragged paperback with its tabs and underlines, shaping a script that feels less like a review and more like an invocation. I decided to light a candle, film the pages, and read aloud the quotes that grabbed me most. Quotes about exile and truth, about doors hidden in scars, about the keeper of the soul. In the middle, I’ll whisper the line that carries my own private invocation: “To those who hear me — may you hear this call.” And I’ll end with the image of the wolf opening its eyes, running free down the canyon, transformed into a laughing woman racing toward the horizon.
By then, I’ll close the book, let the candle flicker, and remind myself and anyone listening: this is more than a review. It’s a reminder that the wild soul still lives, still waits, still answers when called.
