05/27/2026
This morning, I sat inside the ghost of the internet that once raised me.
And I mean that literally.
There are threads of my life still sitting there:
the professional retail years,
the live sales years,
the healing years,
the COVID years,
the birth of Magic Mushrooms in the Crystal Garden,
the SPARK years,
the beginning of the books,
the people whose lives intertwined with mine for a season,
the women who healed,
the people who stayed,
the people who left,
the people who watched silently from the corners.
There are entire communities still sitting there inside Facebook containers that no longer breathe.
And that is one of the strangest griefs of this era.
Because people who did not build businesses or communities during the early Facebook years do not understand what was lost when the algorithms changed.
We did not just lose “engagement.”
We lost continuity.
We lost relational energy.
We lost reciprocal economies.
We lost the middle.
There was a time when I could go live and people would gather for hours. We laughed together. We cried together. We healed together. We built businesses together. We survived COVID together. We created a functioning little “new earth economy” together before people even had language for that.
And yes, crystals were part of the story.
But the crystals were never the whole story.
The story was always people.
The story was impact.
The story was watching another human being reconnect to themselves and seeing the moment their nervous system finally softened enough for them to breathe again.
That was the exchange.
Not “content.”
Not “followers.”
Not “branding.”
Community.
And now I sit inside containers with over a thousand people in them and they feel like abandoned malls after the apocalypse.
Ghost towns.
And no, I am not imagining the difference.
The internet changed.
The algorithms changed.
The corporations changed.
The flow changed.
The reach changed.
The emotional architecture changed.
Some of us built our entire livelihoods inside systems that no longer function the same way.
That is real.
So now I am rebuilding.
Again.
Books.
Website.
Publishing.
Audio.
Retreats.
Acuity.
Infrastructure.
Direct connection.
Real-world containers.
And honestly?
It’s terrifying.
Because there are moments where I can feel all of you standing at the perimeter watching me build this thing, cheering me on silently, but not quite stepping in.
And I understand.
Everybody is tired.
Everybody is financially stretched.
Everybody is overwhelmed.
But I also know what I carry.
I know the impact that was made.
I know the stories.
I know the healing.
I know the people who found themselves again inside those rooms and circles and conversations.
So maybe this next era is not about going backward.
Maybe it is about building new containers sturdy enough to hold humanity again.
Walk as.
Don’t wait for.
Today is zero day.
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