Thread Talk Begins: Truth, Laughter, and Not a Cult
Friday Vibes, June 27 — from the threadwalker’s desk”
I didn’t plan to share today.
But something cracked the shell —
a quiet knock from within,
saying:
"Tell them why you're here."So here it is —
unfolded, unrehearsed,
a dispatch from the field
and the soul.
Hey friends,
This is just a quick drop — not planned, not polished. Just true.
Earlier this week, someone asked me what my ultimate goal with Substack was — and it took me a while to answer honestly.
Because yes, God, I want to resonate. I want to write in a way that brushes up against people’s souls. I want to love them — not romantically, not superficially, but at the deepest level. I want to be a lover of souls. I want to bare mine wide open.
Even though life has rarely given me reason to trust people, I still do. I still love them. I still root for them. I want them to win. I want them to be held. And I want them to feel loved.
(That said, walking into LIDL on a Saturday morning is still enough to temporarily derail all that idealism. Let’s be real.)
But truly — I want to write love letters to the world. It’s long overdue. We’ve spent so long hating, blaming, surviving. Maybe it’s time we tried something else. Maybe we just… start by loving each other. And while we’re at it — ourselves, too.
Here’s the thing though: to keep doing this — the writing, the walking, the truth-telling — I need to earn a living from it. I’ve seen visions of the New Earth, and they’re unlike anything I’ve known. The souls there? Luminous. Free. Joyful.
But I can’t get there through a 9-5. That system breaks me down. Every time I try to work a “normal job,” I crash. My nervous system collapses. I absorb too much — even through a screen. And then I find myself spiraling again.
So I’m saying it clearly now: this is my work. This is my offering. This is what I came here to do.
No, I’m not starting a cult. (Even if I do look like Jesus on occasion — that’s a joke. Calm down.)
But I do want to build something sacred.
A web of light across the world.
A constellation of kindreds.
Like points of fire, waking each other up.
I’ve got a sense of humor, by the way. Might surprise you.
So here’s what to expect from me moving forward — my “structure,” if you can call it that:
🌀 Monday: Field Notes Compilation
— raw reflections, energy tracking, subtle shifts in the body and soul
🕊 Wednesday: Soul Dispatch
— either
Conversations with My Higher Self (poetic inner dialogue + energetic decoding)
or
Love Notes to the New Earth (frequency transmissions, soul memory, sacred longing)
📖 Sunday: Serialized Chapter Drop
— from Book One: The Thread Between Worlds
I’ll keep to this rhythm as best I can. And when it matters, I’ll drop an extra post — if the frequency calls for it.
Now, back to Friday Vibes.
Today’s been strange — not in the cosmic, veil-thinning way. Just… off. Franzi overslept, which never happens. Maybe the AC was too loud. Maybe her dreams took her somewhere too far to hear the alarm. Whatever it was, the day started different.
I don’t feel broken. I don’t even feel bad.
Actually, I feel strong. Spiritually strong. Like something is rooting deeper.
My body still feels heavy, but I know what that is — it’s the new grid anchoring.
And despite it all, I feel open.
Unbeatable, in a quiet kind of way.
Like truth is humming in my bones.
And yeah — I know trolls might read that and scoff.
But fuck it.
I haven’t given up on myself. Even when others have.
(Not you guys. Not this Substack circle. You’ve been real ones.)
Lately, a good friend has been grounding me with questions I didn’t know I needed. Real ones. Not “how’s the weather” but “what do you see?” And “what does it mean to you?”
Maybe I want more of that.
So here’s something new: I’m thinking of starting a podcast-style Q&A — a place where I respond to your questions, share my perspective, and keep things soulful but practical.
I want to offer it freely. But it’s also sacred and vulnerable work — so I might tuck it behind a modest paywall, not for exclusivity, but for protection. And maybe to help support my writing path.
So if you’ve ever wanted to ask me something — about writing, remembering, walking the field — or even just to say hey… you can.
Just drop a comment. Or message me.
I’ll answer from the thread.
Love,
Alex



I'm here for all of it, Alex. You are a beautiful soul!
Beautiful soul