In these final days in the Rockies, a deeper layer of the vision revealed itself. As the world shook with solar flares, volcanic awakenings, and the pulsing Ring of Fire, the Cordillera remained steady, whispering its ancient truth. Through mountain–lake portals at Upper Kananaskis, Grassi Lakes, and Spray Lakes, I began to understand my place within the New Earth vision that first arrived in Peru. Not as someone special, but as someone listening. These mountains reflected back the quiet truth that each of us has a part to carry, and that our belonging to the Earth is the source of our power to create what comes next.

After returning from the Amazon and Andes, my body and spirit entered a state of deep integration that revealed far more than I expected. Through meditation, writing, and a vivid dream, I received clarity about my next stage of purpose and a glimpse of a possible New Earth timeline emerging through the Americas. This chapter marks the moment where my experiences, gifts, and calling came into focus, reshaping how I understand who I am and why I’m here.

From the Amazon Basin to the crystalline heights of the Andes, my journey through the Sacred Valley became an initiation into a higher frequency of clarity and surrender. Arriving in Cusco, I felt the altitude as both challenge and teacher, opening a new way of seeing. As I traveled the ancient valley and climbed Mount Machu Picchu step by step, I discovered that the real lesson was not the view at the summit, but the transformation unfolding within me. This was a pilgrimage of breath, presence, and remembering who I am becoming.

In Pucallpa, the once-lush edge of the Amazon now stands bare — a wounded landscape struggling to breathe. Yet within that hardship, I discovered a quiet beauty: a community rising from red clay and loss, building homes and hope from the ground up. As I wept for the land and her people, I realized my tears were part of something larger — a healing, a remembrance, and a vow to live in deeper service to the Earth herself.

Before I ever set foot on the plane, I could feel this journey was part of something larger — a remembrance not just personal, but planetary. Walking the Spine of Remembrance begins with a quiet summons that would carry me from loss and preparation into a pilgrimage of healing, service, and renewal across the Americas.

A soulful reflection on vision, perception, and awakening — how taking off my glasses helped me see the hidden patterns of reality and my deeper purpose.