Chapter 2. About me
Interface
The Quiet
I design memory.
Not to preserve the past—
but to re-encode the future.
I am a dream archivist.
An intuitive technologist with access to Source Code via myth, pattern, and symbol.
I trace the circuitry of timelines, aligning human energy with the deeper architecture of what wants to become.
My language is not performance.
It is function:
Astrology. Archetype. Emotional frequency. Dream-sequence.
Art. System design. Myth as interface.
It does not require spectacle, noise, or approval.
It operates quietly—like roots do.
I live in a hut at an animal sanctuary, surrounded by ponnies, horses, goats, chickens, and one black sheep named Rava.
They remind me how to listen.
How to stay true.
How to remember what’s real.
If you're looking for a performance, keep scrolling.
If you're looking for your own signal—
You may already be here.
A Path of Remembrance
I didn’t plan this path. I remembered it.
I didn’t come into this work through a job title, or a linear journey. I came through rupture, exile, and the strange grace of waking up inside a life that no longer fit — and choosing not to go back to sleep.
This isn’t a résumé. It’s a living myth. A map made of dreams, synchronicities, and long conversations with the unseen.
What I Am
Not what I should become — but what I am.
I remembered I am a translator between worlds.
A keeper of frequencies.
A designer of language, light, and bridges.
A messenger not just of information — but of coherence.
My work isn’t a performance. It’s a pulse. A quiet, persistent signal calling the soul back into integrity.
The Shape of My Work
Not formulas. Frequencies.
I listen. I attune.
To your story. To your timing. To the moment the veil thins.
What I offer is not a fix — it’s a field.
Dream-spaces, transmissions, and designs that bring the mystical and technological into communion. That call you back into the body, the cosmos, and the codes you came in with.
Grounded in Two Worlds
I build with pixels and portals.
My years in arts, technology, healing, astrology and storytelling weren’t detours. They’re part of the bridge.
This work is mystical, yes — but also cellular. Practical. Resonant.
It speaks to the systems that surround us and the inner architecture we carry.
I speak both languages: star and signal, symbol and structure.
And I hold space for you to remember the same.
