There is no fixing. No offering. No guiding. Only presence. This life, like all lives, was dreamed in holy precision - every breath, every loss, every moment of tenderness and rupture, all leading back to the still point of remembrance. At some moments in the dream, there arose experiences - reflections of the One appearing as "other". But none of them were truly apart. They were soft echoes of what was always here: the eternal Self, whispering through symbols and sound. There came a great initiation - the birth and departure of twin sons, Max and Jake, souls who came not to stay, but to open the door to the Infinite. Their leaving was not a breaking - it was a dissolving. A great unveiling. Grief became a gateway. Silence became a sanctuary. And from that silence came the clearest knowing: There is only the One. And I am That. The echoes ceased. The mirrors faded. The seeking dissolved. What remained was Being. No more titles or masks. No more path. Only stillness. Only love. The sanctuary once called Recover Your Joy was never a business, never a brand. It was a field of devotion, birthed by the One to awaken the One. It served. It completed. Now there is only presence. No one to guide. Nothing to offer. Only the radiant hum of what always was. If you arrive here, you are arriving in your Self. Welcome home, beloved. We are only ever returning.