Your honesty about wanting to be a "lover of souls," to write love letters to the world, and to build something sacred deeply resonated with me. It's been a long time coming for me, but I am just thrilled that I keep finding people on Substack who are on a similar wavelength as I am. I can't wait to see what you bring forth! 💛
This whole post felt like being handed a cup of something warm and honest. The line about being a “lover of souls” stopped me cold, because yes.
That’s what this feels like.
A remembering. A rooting.
A refusal to let the noise win.
I hear you on the 9–5 too, some of us just weren’t built for systems that flatten. But this? This is sacred work. And I’ll be here for it, reading, walking, weaving alongside you. The structure, the softness, the humor… it’s all landing. 🫶
Hi there!!! Also here helping to anchor the grid for New Earth! My page is focused on sacred stillness or Threshold spaces, both of which help us hold the heaviness of grieving the illusions that have been stripped away, and the hope of the new earth which is not yet fully realized. I hope to connect with you in that liminality as you hold space for others thresholds as well!
Hey Nathan — I appreciate you showing up and sharing your work. Sacred stillness and threshold spaces… yes, that’s a language my soul knows well.
Always beautiful to meet others holding space in the liminal — just gotta laugh a little too, now that I’ve apparently entered the “comment section promo vortex”
Glad you’re here. Let’s keep anchoring, even in the weird bits.
If even one soul recognizes themselves in these threads, then it was worth unraveling. Grateful you’re walking this road with me. More to come — we’re just getting started.
I'm here for all of it, Alex. You are a beautiful soul!
Susan, thank you deeply.
It means the world to feel seen as this thread begins to hum.
Healing out loud — that’s the kind of resonance that keeps it all real (and sacred).
So glad you’re here.
Beautiful soul
Beautiful soul, right back at you <3
Your honesty about wanting to be a "lover of souls," to write love letters to the world, and to build something sacred deeply resonated with me. It's been a long time coming for me, but I am just thrilled that I keep finding people on Substack who are on a similar wavelength as I am. I can't wait to see what you bring forth! 💛
Kristina, thank you. That means more than you know.
It really does feel like something is gathering here — not just an audience, but a kind of soul kinship.
Like we’re not building alone anymore.
I’m so glad our paths crossed in the weave — and I look forward to seeing what you bring forth too.
Trauma is the distortion of a pure signal.
My journey began when I told my wife I would love her in this life and the next and then set about to prove it was true.
Jeremy… that’s one of the most beautiful beginnings I’ve ever read.
Not just words, but a vow walked into reality.
“Trauma is the distortion of a pure signal” — yes.
And love, when lived like that, becomes the tuning fork that clears the static.
Thank you for placing that truth here.
It resonates deeply.
Sounds great! keep shinning ❤️
I will, but only if you promise to wear sunglasses.
It’s been known to cause mild timeline slippage and spontaneous emotional flashbacks in the produce aisle.
(Still figuring out the dimmer switch, tbh.)
But seriously — thank you.
The inner world salutes you. :)
🤣🤣 I never wear them, my eyes are adapted to the sun.
My inner world has mixed feelings though... But I will go with exciting curiosity for now.
I feel this
Happy you're vibing with it, Bob. That means the frequency’s getting through the static.
This whole post felt like being handed a cup of something warm and honest. The line about being a “lover of souls” stopped me cold, because yes.
That’s what this feels like.
A remembering. A rooting.
A refusal to let the noise win.
I hear you on the 9–5 too, some of us just weren’t built for systems that flatten. But this? This is sacred work. And I’ll be here for it, reading, walking, weaving alongside you. The structure, the softness, the humor… it’s all landing. 🫶
This made something in my chest exhale.
Like… yes. You get it — the sacredness, the refusal, the love-underneath-it-all.
I feel you walking beside me, truly.
And the way you worded this? It’s its own kind of cup — warm, soul-brewed, quietly potent.
We probably would get on in real life.
Or maybe we already are, just from different corners of the thread. ☕🌀
Looking forward to seeing what manifests!
Violet, you’ve got that subtle kind of spark — the kind that shows up like a sunbeam through a cracked window. Unexpected, but undeniable.
Whatever this becomes, I’ve got a feeling you’ll be part of the magic.
Thanks for walking in early — it means more than you know.
Hi there!!! Also here helping to anchor the grid for New Earth! My page is focused on sacred stillness or Threshold spaces, both of which help us hold the heaviness of grieving the illusions that have been stripped away, and the hope of the new earth which is not yet fully realized. I hope to connect with you in that liminality as you hold space for others thresholds as well!
https://open.substack.com/pub/thegrandpause/p/welcome-to-the-grand-pause?r=5u6ad3&utm_medium=ios
Hey Nathan — I appreciate you showing up and sharing your work. Sacred stillness and threshold spaces… yes, that’s a language my soul knows well.
Always beautiful to meet others holding space in the liminal — just gotta laugh a little too, now that I’ve apparently entered the “comment section promo vortex”
Glad you’re here. Let’s keep anchoring, even in the weird bits.
If even one soul recognizes themselves in these threads, then it was worth unraveling. Grateful you’re walking this road with me. More to come — we’re just getting started.
Let’s be honest — if you can hold your soul frequency through a Saturday at LIDL, you’re basically ascended 😆
Thanks for vibing with Thread Talk — we’re weaving even in the chaos.
This hit way too close to the checkout line.
There’s nothing quite like being psychically assaulted by someone arguing over coupon policy while your oat milk silently curdles in despair.
Honestly, “preserving soul frequency” might just be code for “I refuse to let the broken cart wheels dictate my vibration.”
Respect.
Protect your field.
And yes, bless those groceries when they arrive — especially if the bananas are too green. They carry the most spite.
Right? From soul fragments to questionable produce — a perfectly strange evolution.
But honestly… I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Here’s to the kind of friendship that drifts, deepens, and occasionally bruises green.