𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐚𝐲 2025: The Carpet Never Disappoints

So much can be said. Do I speak the words spoken a thousand times? Or try to lay the whole elephant on the table?

Layers upon layers of teaching revealed a love that is fragile, intimate, and powerful beyond measure. I can’t imagine playing any other game—𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴.

The carpet 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 disappoints.

Maybe the cracks and splits we carry have a purpose that transcends the ego’s story of suffering. When mended, that mending moves beyond just the container I call 𝘮𝘦.

This time, I saw that love work is often more complex than anger work—both as a guide and as a seeker. Our deepest fear truly isn’t inadequacy… it’s power. And every layer has a lesson.

The carpet learns as it teaches. It evolves. And that evolution isn’t new—it’s ancient. We’ve walked this path before. I was shown what happens when we aren’t given the chance to walk it.

The mind is filled with 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦—an elegant way to cast just the right lighting on the stage we all call now.

Each actor plays their part in their own private universe. Synchronized. Separate. Sacred.

This ceremony, I witnessed what it looks like when our work has had time to root.

When it’s taken to heart—literally and metaphorically.

I tasted the fruit.

I wept at the flavor of returning home.

I love this group so much.

To watch power reclaimed by you all—and in myself—can be overwhelming.

Because to see it in you, I must also wear my own red dress.

I must come home, too.

And I feel my wings lift as they catch the wind of your ascent.

Today, I am less afraid.

Because I see now, more deeply than ever, that I am not the only one who has made this place a home.

Others are weaving their genius into this space, too.

I watched groups I’ve never sat with hold space for genius to sprout from already radiant souls.

The green shoots popped up—subtle, suggestive, and unspeakably profound.

I learned how important Sunday has become.

Waking up to some of the best eggs I’ve ever eaten (yes, really), I chose to feel the wealth of my Sovereign.

And I saw how my previous blindness to that moment may have impacted those who shine brightest on Sundays.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘎𝘌, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺—𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭-𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

I saw what happens when we let the carpet breathe.

I witnessed facilitation that bent time and reshaped “the box.”

The carpet never disappoints. Especially on Sunday.

It calls who it calls—and that calling isn't just on-site.

Many were in ceremony with us around the world.

I saw relationships begin to heal.

Like a broken bone re-knitting, stronger than before.

(Yep—crying again.)

The battles fought and won this weekend were archetypal.

Father wounds once projected were now reclaimed, healed, and loved.

Mother wounds tended to with such depth that the planet itself seemed to shift.

I see even more clearly now:

𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

This reclaiming is part of the birthright of every human on this Earth.

And I am honored to walk this adventure with you.

I see now, more than ever, how we are wired for this work.

This reclaiming—this remembering—is part of the birthright of every human on this planet.

I’m honored to be on this adventure with you.

Thank you for being my teacher.

I love you.

Steven

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