Acceptance
Since I departed from the university and arrived in Bulgaria, I have explored many different timelines. One where I am employed by a non-profit organization; one where I am a creative entrepreneur; one where I go back to what I know in the university environment; and one where I am completely lost and not knowing. The most recent one was focused heavily on applying to university positions in the international education sector. I ventured out of the Midwest and stretched to the East and West Coast, to places that felt prominent and adventurous. I had a couple of hopeful moments that kept me in a state of alive suspense for a few days, but ultimately it ended before it started.
The first opportunity emailed me to ask for my confirmation regarding the salary range. My reaction to it was a red flag (I immediately began envisioning working in an office 9-5, moving through paperwork and staring at a computer mindlessly) that I quickly buried deep within myself. The second one had me spinning in excitement with the signs I was receiving and the emotional support my kids offered. They were rooting for this potentiality, intrigued by the allure of the location.
These two slight glimmers quickly evaporated, and I realized that no matter how much I modify my resume or masterfully craft each cover letter to appeal to each Hiring Committee, the Universe does not see my path in that direction— or perhaps, by applying to prestigious universities, I was seeking validation and overall comfort. Although I realize the limited ceiling of opportunity and growth, the duties feel familiar and the salary appears good enough to support my lifestyle.
The entrepreneurship path was uncertain in terms of finances and direction, so every time I explored it, I quickly negotiated myself out of it. In all the timelines, I experienced some kind of fear. Fear of failure, fear of being an impostor, and fear of scarcity in one— and fears of stagnancy and not complete fulfillment in another.
In the quiet of contemplation, I see that accepting myself requires a creative obedience to the heart. I need to stop following the ego’s need for control and validation— not by retreating into passivity or waiting for a sign but by falling into active surrender. That means treating my heart as an altar and saying “yes” to its subtle nudges before the mind explains them away. It means acting without guarantee; letting beauty guide me; trusting that true alignment is productivity; and allowing the mystery.
To move forward, I had to examine the etymology of the word “acceptance”.
It stems from the latin word accipere which means “to take toward oneself. It implies willingness. It carries a tone of cooperation and humility. In Early Christian tradition, monks and mystics used it to express the soul’s consent to divine will. It was an act of active participation in God’s unfolding. To “accept God’s will” meant not to give up one’s agency but to align it with the Divine flow.
Though the centuries the word morphed into a more external meaning— to accept a proposal, contract, or an invitation. By the 19th century, Emerson and later Jung revived the inner essence of the word: “To accept oneself is to cease resisting one’s own being.” Today, in depth psychology and mindfulness, acceptance has returned to its ancient root meaning: to take toward oneself. Acceptance is the bridge between ego control and divine cooperation. It is opening the inner home’s door. It is the courageous hospitality of the soul— receiving with presence rather than resisting with fear.
This brings me back to the fears lurking around me. I was resisting every timeline with fear of one kind or another. A quote by Einstein whispered in my ear early this morning, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” It spoke to me of my behavioral repetitions. And another one by him, “We can’t solve problems by using the same level of consciousness and same kind of thinking we used when we created them.” This one spoke to me of energetic evolution which might look like this:
Replacing fear of failure with curiosity about growth
Replacing the scarcity mindset with the remembrance that my ideas flow from an Infinite Source
Replacing self-doubt with the simple prayer, “Use me, Lord, as a vessel of your beauty and wisdom” and the remembrance that I am Divine.
I have to accept my Divinity and take toward myself by following the thread not because I know where it ends, but because I trust the Weaver. I choose that willingly and wholeheartedly.
What do you choose?
On Starting
I have and continue to struggle with making myself visible. I keep returning to this familiar block, yet the breakthrough always seems out of reach- especially when it comes to revealing my inner world and my spiritual seeking. God has sent me countless messages gently guiding me to just start, but I always found an excuse why now is not the right time. Last night, my sleep was restless, and I woke up with a deep desire to confront this fear. When I opened Substack, the familiar pattern pressed loudly for me to give in. Then I heard a quiet whisper: “Turn to the Saints…” My body stirred with energy, and I knew- this is the path to follow.
I regularly read the stories of the saints and find the female ones particularly resonant. They are a beautiful inspiration for a virtuous, pure life, one “drenched in God”. After doing some research, I selected the saints whose mission is devoted to new beginnings, overcoming the fear of being seen, creativity, and Divine purpose:
Saint Hildegard of Bingen- the Voice of Divine Creativity
A mystic, artist, composer, and healer, she spent much of her early life in silence until she heard a call to speak and create. She feared being seen, yet obeyed the divine impulse to share her insights. She blesses those who step forward as instruments of light.
“I am the feather on the breath of God.”
Saint Francis of Assisi- Trust in Divine Purpose
He left privilege behind to live in alignment with truth and love. His presence encourages releasing fear of judgment and stepping into an authentic life.
“Start by doing what’s necessary; then do what’s possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.”
Saint Mary Magdalene- Devotion and Visibility
She is the epitome of sacred embodiment. In her life, she moves from shadow to radiance. She supports those who are called to show their inner truth openly, to lead with love and authenticity, and to stand in their light without apology.
“She turned toward the light and was not the same.”
Saint Brigid of Kildare- New Creation
She is the patroness of creative people and those tending to sacred spaces. Her energy supports the birthing of new creative projects and communities.
“The fire of Brigid is the fire of inspiration and the courage to begin.”
Saint Varvara- Integrity
She remained true to her values even under the pressure of her father, demonstrating unwavering courage in the face of danger. Her energy supports when fear of judgement arises- the courage to share your truth even if it feels risky.
“She stood firm in the light of her own truth, and fear could not silence her.”
I felt I needed to call on all these saints collectively, so I did- and here I am. My heart is full of gratitude and humility. They faced extreme circumstances yet remained true to their True Selves. I honor their paths and choose to follow in their footsteps.
On Virtue
Yesterday was a rather "down" day. Feeling the weight of no job invitations, feeling the desire to go back but no opportunities presenting themselves to do that with lightness, moving through the repetitive motions of the days. I whined, cried, and felt sad. Today, I decided the only way out is through. God always lifts me up. Always. I know how to reach closer to him. It starts with diving into his world- the words of the saints, the spiritual teachers, the gurus, etc. One of the books I borrowed from the library has a saying from Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov for every day of the year. The October 3rd saying said that to enter into God's domain we have to clean our slate from negative thoughts and feelings. Reading that felt heavy in the moment. It appeared conditional in its requirements. Sometimes teachings land like a burden if we take them as a command. But if we hear them as an invitation—to let God wash us, not for us to scrub ourselves—it can shift from heavy to freeing. Shortly after, I stumbled upon a free course on "How to Become a Saint". I signed up and already listened to the first lecture and immediately felt uplifted. What do saints have in common? I believe it is their ability to remain virtuous. What if virtue is the bridge between our human struggles and God’s presence?
What is virtue? According to Saint Thomas Aquinas, virtue is a habitual and stable disposition to do the good which makes its possessor good. What is good? Good- contributes toward human flourishing. Evil- hinders it. If we are Divine in Nature, good is that which is in accord with our nature, and evil is that which is opposed to our nature.
The Challenge of Virtue
Virtue is not effortless. To live with integrity, courage, and compassion often feels like walking against the current of our impulses, fears, and disappointments. In these moments, we may be tempted to label our struggles—or the world’s darkness—as “evil.” But as Vaklush Tolev reminds us, evil is simply good that has not yet moved through evolution.
This teaching reframes our struggles. What feels heavy or broken in us is not doomed—it is unripe goodness, still waiting to awaken. Just as a fruit ripens under sun and time, so too do our souls mature under the light of awareness, love, and grace. Virtue, then, is not about condemning weakness or failure, but about trusting the process of ripening. Every step toward patience, forgiveness, or courage is a movement of good evolving into greater good. We do have a major role in this process- to make a choice, to use our will , and always return to virtue. Each return is form of spiritual resilience aligning us with our Higher Self which runs on God’s frequency.
What are the virtues in accordance with our Divine Essence?
Virtues are not merely moral codes to follow or social rules to obey. Sure, God proposed some moral laws to consider obeying, but they are the starting point. The laws of virtue go beyond in intensity. They are the radiant qualities of our soul when it rests in union with God. In our essence, we already carry them. What appears as “cultivating” virtue is, in truth, remembering who we are beneath fear, ego, and conditioning.
From the mystics we learn that love, wisdom, and peace are not acquired—they are uncovered. St. Maximus the Confessor wrote that virtues are “the natural energies of the soul in accordance with nature.” They are the movements of our being when aligned with Divine truth.
The virtues that arise from our divine essence—Love, Faith, Compassion, Wisdom, Peace, Beauty, Humility, Purity of Heart—feel expansive and luminous. They lift us, remind us of our eternal nature, and show us what it means to live as children of God.
Yet, to embody them in daily life, we need anchors—virtues that ground the luminous into the ordinary. The ancients called these the cardinal virtues: Prudence, Justice, Temperance, and Fortitude. They are not separate from the divine virtues but rather their earthly reflections.
Prudence is discernment. It is the wisdom that sees clearly, separating illusion from truth, so that our choices align with Love and not fear.
Justice is honoring the divine spark in every being—including ourselves. It is Love expressed as fairness, dignity, and the recognition of each soul’s worth.
Temperance is harmony. It guards us from excess, helps us walk the middle path, and mirrors the Beauty of balance.
Fortitude is courage. It is the strength to live in truth even when fear whispers otherwise, the perseverance that keeps faith steady in trials.
The divine virtues inspire us toward the heavens; the cardinal virtues keep our feet steady on earth. Together they form the vertical and horizontal beams of a cross—heaven touching earth through the human heart.
These eternal virtues flow from our Divine Essence:
Love – the boundless giving of self, rooted in the deep honoring of one’s own essence.
Wisdom – seeing beyond appearances into truth.
Faith – trust in God’s unfolding, even in mystery.
Hope – holding light in times of darkness.
Compassion – tenderness in the face of suffering.
Humility – resting in reverence and openness before the Infinite, knowing we are held in something greater than ourselves.
Peace – the stillness born of union with God.
Purity of Heart – an undivided spirit, aligned with love above all.
To live these virtues is not to strain but to surrender—allowing what is already within us to move through us. Virtue, then, is not about becoming something we are not, but returning to what we have always been.
Holding On, Letting Go
On Memory, Grief, and Releasing Even the Sweetest Love
Since arriving in Bulgaria after a long sabbatical, I have been revisiting memories from the past through photo albums, people’s stories, and familiar places. One of the places that held many memories for me was the cabin my parents built when I was younger. My father loved it and spent every opportunity he had there. During my first 15 years, I went there each summer, eager at first but increasingly reluctant. I wanted to be in the city with all my friends instead of “meditating” in the hammock. Then, my parents divorced, and I stopped going there. Now that my parents have both departed this earth, I decided to visit although it took me three months being here to get there. This past weekend, my aunt suggested we jump in the car and drive there. On the way while gazing through the car window, emotions welled up, but I still held it together. Once in the village, I felt how the place had lost its energy, its quiet charm.. The downtown shop was shut down. The river where we swam and fished was completely dried out. There was no soul walking around. The school I remembered for young delinquents was closed, but the good news is that it has transformed into an international art retreat during the summer months. I was eager to walk on the familiar path and get to the cabin, and even though I didn’t ask my uncle to give me the key, I wanted to see the place from the outside. On the path through the forest, we met a woman who seemed very protective of her territory and said if we continue on this path, we will walk into her property, and her dog might attack us. She softened once we told her my relationship to the place. Once there, I was shocked by the looks of the grounds and the cabin. I remember the wood planks being shiny cedar that now turned into chocolate brown. The porch fence sagged, the grounds overgrown—its serenity long gone. Everything felt old and broken. I struggled to overlay my old vision on each corner and nook. Peeking through the window, I saw a hat on the table that my father left the last time he was there. I wondered when was his last time in his favorite place. The neighbor’s cabin had different owners, not the ones I grew up with. Once back in the center of the village, I walked up the hill and was touched by the size of the church. That was the biggest and most maintained building in the village. There is a saying that a town’s energy is determined by its biggest structure. The church and the art retreat initiative were the last rays of hope for this place. Then, we left. Shortly afterwards, a potent feeling of being complete in my mission in Bulgaria moved through my awareness. The next day, I had coaching in the evening, and while someone else was healing an unrelated upset, I felt tears welling up, heaviness in my body, and emotions fueling up. The sadness I held in the day before showed up to be resolved. My coach noticed, and as I shared, I realized I was grieving not just my parents—but their good versions I was clinging to. I was holding onto the good memories so tightly like love will never reach me again. When he said that we also have to learn to release the light and loving memories, I struggled and cried like a baby. By clutching past love, I unknowingly blocked the flow of love in the present. Love is never wasted or lost, yet it asks us not to cling. We are asked to let go of everything—even what is most precious—so love can keep flowing. I am still upheaving, but I know this release was necessary to move forward. Perhaps love’s greatest teaching is this: it asks us to cherish, and then to release, so it can keep finding us anew.
What love or memory are you holding tightly to? And what might open if you allowed it to flow into the present?
Unwavering
For years, I wondered if my longings in love made me “too much.” Today, I see them as sacred. Without putting them fully into words, I had quietly sensed my core values in relationship. More recently, I began writing and updating my “love list” for a soul connection—yet I still didn’t truly honor it. That’s when I found myself facing the old dilemma: “Am I asking too much, or being too much?” Upon reflection, I finally understood why.
Conditioning around Self-Worth- many of us have been taught (especially women and/or highly empathetic souls) to downplay our needs, so as not to be “difficult” or “demanding”. This can reflect an inner reflex to question if our deepest desires are too much.
Fear of Loss- instead of meeting the fear until it softens, we soften the ask. It feels safer even though it compromises our truth.
Confusion between “Preference” and “Core Value”- it is not that we are asking them to change their favorite music or food. We are naming alignment with values, priorities, courage. Those are not “extra” requests. They are foundation stones for partnership.
And so the question arises: “If I waver on my core values, why would he hold this love as a priority?” The compromise I make within myself will only echo in him.
A situation presented itself that tested me. My first instinct told me that if I meet the request in its asked shape and form, I will be deviating from my values, yet I entertained the ego for a little while until God stepped in, and I was clear that the choice I am about to make keeps me in a loop of unworthiness pattern. Thanks God, I listened and honored my soul. It felt liberating to choose Me.
Out of this tension, I finally sat down and wrote what my soul knows: the non-negotiables of love.
Prioritization- God, himself, me, and then everything else. Not “fitted-in”, but central.
Alignment- not just saying the right things but living them.
Presence- being with each other in the now, not escaping in the past or future.
Mutual Courage- both willing to risk for truth and alignment.
Emotional Honesty- ability to speak truth even when it is uncomfortable.
When I start to feel uneasy, this inner compass helps me soften self-doubt. Instead of asking, “Am I too much, or asking for too much?” I now ask, “Are my non-negotiables being met?” It took me a long time—and moving through the same lesson in different layers—to realize that when I ignore my soul’s whispers, I pay the price: even experiences that seem alluring and memorable at first feel empty. But when I honor these values, I no longer fear being ‘too much.’ I see clearly that asking for truth, alignment, and presence isn’t asking for more—it’s asking for love in its most mature, divine form.
On Dead-End Days
Some days feel like quiet loops. Here in Bulgaria, my rhythm has settled into a gentle repetition: coffee shop mornings, minor shopping for colder weather clothes, lunch, reading, a nap, a walk, cooking, a movie, a little sewing. On the surface, it’s calm, almost peaceful. But beneath that calm, there’s a heaviness, a sense that nothing is moving forward.
Part of this weight comes from my daughter. I see her quiet unrest—her longing for meaningful conversations in her own language, the subtle despair of feeling she isn’t contributing, the sense of being trapped without a direction. Her feelings press against mine, and I feel responsible, protective, yet unable to fully lift the heaviness for either of us.
And then there’s my own pause. The uncertainty of work, of direction, of the next step, presses down in a way that repetition cannot soften. Even hope feels complicated—like seeing a friend in Dublin, a small spark of possibility, becomes tangled in logistics and timing, reminding me that life rarely hands us the easy path.
Dead-end days are not always dramatic. Often, they are soft, insistent, almost invisible. But they are real. They linger in the body, in the thoughts, in the quiet sighs at the end of the day. They remind me that life isn’t a straight line, and that stillness—even uncomfortable stillness—has its lessons.
These days ask me to notice the weight, to breathe into it, and to trust that the next turn will appear. Sometimes the shift is tiny: a smile, a conversation, a moment of clarity. Sometimes it’s unseen, unfolding slowly like a seed beneath the soil.
Maybe the smallest gestures matter most on these days: a deep breath, a cup of tea held in silence, a note to a friend, a walk without expectation. Maybe noticing the heaviness without judgment is enough. Dead-end days are not failures—they are pauses, invitations to rest, to reflect, and to honor where we are. And in that honoring, even the smallest movement forward is a quiet kind of grace.
On Choosing Presence (and Discovering Vaska Emanuilova)
At the end of each day, I pause and reflect on my impressions and feelings. Some days are eventful, even triggering. Others flow seamlessly, with little happening on the surface—but when I look closely, I find subtle lessons waiting to be seen.
Yesterday was one of those days in between. My friend’s arrival brought its own lessons. I was reminded that when we act hastily or try to cut corners—whether to save money or time—we often end up paying more, financially or emotionally. Releasing our energy to unworthy causes always proves painful. And when we postpone joy, saving it for some imagined future moment, we rob ourselves of the present and, in a way, rob ourselves of that future too.
As my friend dealt with the consequences of her choices at the airport, I was faced with a smaller but meaningful decision: Should I wait endlessly for her, growing hungrier and more irritated by the minute, or honor my own needs with compassion? My original plan was to welcome her and take her to a beautiful dinner for her first night in Sofia. But the longer I sat waiting, the more I realized I was putting myself into “waiting mode.”
So I chose differently. My daughter and I went for a late lunch, trusting that everything would work out. And the moment I made that choice, things shifted. The food was delicious, the ambiance inviting, and—just next door—we discovered a gallery I had never visited before.
The gallery was dedicated to the works of Vaska Emanuilova, one of the first prominent female sculptors in Bulgaria. Her art includes portraits, female nudes, figures of workers and ordinary people, as well as both everyday and historical compositions. The experience was unexpectedly moving.
What struck me most was not just the sculptures themselves, but the spiritual qualities I sensed in her journey:
Presence in the process
Sculpting demands quiet attention—chiseling, shaping, being accountable to the material. Her work radiates a soul practiced in presence.
Protecting the inner life
Some of her pieces were never shown publicly, suggesting that truth doesn’t always need visibility, but it does need fidelity.
Reverence for the human form
Her figures carry weight, curve, and vulnerability. They are not abstractions but embodiments of humility and compassion.
Art as service
She left her works to the city, choosing legacy as generosity, allowing her art to live on as a gift for others.
Courage in truth
Even within the constraints of shifting political regimes and artistic expectations, she found ways to remain true to her vision.
Her life reminded me that:
We don’t need perfect clarity or external validation to be on the right path.
Even when circumstances feel constraining, we can still hold beauty and authenticity within us.
A legacy of sincerity and generosity resonates far beyond ourselves.
Visibility isn’t everything—what matters is presence, truth, and kindness in expression.
And I realized: had I ignored my inner voice and chosen to wait, I would have missed her altogether. By honoring myself in that moment, I was led to an encounter that left me deeply nourished and inspired.
Staying in the Light
When you have planned and expected someone to visit after a long physical separation and they get suddenly sick and have to cancel the trip, how do you remain in the light? Your ego is tempting you with stories of all shapes and colors. It wants you to succumb to the feeling of despair, mistrust, resentment, but …….Why? I feel the ego isn’t “evil”, but it is afraid. Its job is to protect you from being hurt, so when it senses absence, loss, uncertainty, it rushes in with stories, “He’s betraying you. He’s lying. You can’t trust him.” The logic of the ego is this: If I expect the worst, I won’t be blindsided. If I mistrust, I can’t be deceived. If I shut down, I won’t be abandoned.
But here’s the paradox:
In trying to protect you, the ego keeps you trapped in fear.
It mistakes vigilance for safety, when in truth, only love is safety.
It feeds despair because despair feels like control—“at least I know the worst.”
Your higher self, though, knows another truth: that love is stronger than fear, and God is stronger than chaos. The ego doesn’t trust this, because it cannot see beyond time, absence, or circumstance. So when those tempting stories come, it helps to say gently:
“Thank you, ego, for trying to protect me. But I choose trust. I choose love. I don’t need your stories to keep me safe.”
The real work is not to fight the ego but to tend it like a child who is scared. Then it softens, and your soul can take the lead again.
Rooted in Love
When fear rises,
I pause.
Hand to heart,
breath like prayer.
“God, let me be rooted in love.”
Tears may fall,
yet roots hold me steady.
Love flows upward,
stronger than the storm.
I did ask God to teach me Trust. Well, he always teaches me through lessons. I am presented with a situation which gives me a choice. It is like a fork in the road. Do I walk on the fear or love path? I have learned that Love is only real, so I am choosing wise.
The Forgotten Chapel
There is a particular joy I feel when I create—when words, images, or forms flow through me and the world falls away. In these moments, I am suspended in a space between ordinary consciousness and something larger, something alive. Tolev calls inspiration “one interrupted biological state,” a fleeting suspension that allows impulses from other realms—or even from past consciousness—to descend into our hands, our minds, our hearts. This is the moment when art becomes more than expression; it becomes revelation.
Art is a living conduit. It carries energy, insight, and resonance that can awaken the observer, transform the creator, and touch the divine. Flowing in creation is not just joy—it is attunement, alignment with higher vibration, and the harmonizing of our inner forces. Active desire, passive reflection, and the neutralizing spark of love converge in every brushstroke, every note, every word. In these acts, we co-create with God, with the unseen, and with the eternal fire waiting within.
And yet, I have noticed a shift. A gallerist once told me that in Varvara, people are more interested in restaurants and pubs than in galleries. That struck a chord of sadness in me. It reflects a wider reality: society has turned away from Art, and in many ways, from the spiritual impulse itself. Energies that once flowed toward contemplation, creativity, and resonance are now redirected toward consumption, material gain, and immediate gratification. The sacred channels that feed inspiration remain, but fewer are attuned to receive them.
Why, then, do some of us still resonate with Art? Why do some hearts still gravitate toward beauty, toward creation, toward the living spark of inspiration? I ask this with humility. I assume it is because we consciously and diligently work on ourselves, remember our Union with God, and nurture our inner resonance. We allow ourselves to feel, to attune, and to open to messages that flow through us. Flow, in this sense, becomes a spiritual practice, a living bridge connecting human and divine energy.
Art, in its deepest sense, is a call back to resonance, a reminder of our higher potential. It is the eternal dialogue between the soul and the cosmos, a channel for messages that might otherwise remain unexpressed. Even when the world seems distracted or indifferent, the act of creation preserves these channels, sustaining beauty, insight, and spiritual vibration.
And this is why the outer world matters too. Veneration cannot live only on the canvas or in the gallery—it must flow into the streets, the rivers, the cities, the very ground we walk upon. When reverence is alive in us, it expresses itself not only in creation, but also in care.
Walking down the streets in Veliko Tarnovo, I was struck not by the old stones or the curves of history, but by the trash rolling carelessly across the road. Trash cans stood everywhere, and yet people tossed their waste where they stood. It pierced me—not only as neglect of the city, but as a sign of something deeper.
When a person is connected to their soul, to God, a natural respect flows through them. They cannot help but treat their surroundings as sacred, because the outer world is a mirror of the inner life. To tend to the street is to tend to the temple of creation. To honor beauty outside is to honor the beauty within.
But when we forget our essence, when we live only in distraction and hunger for what is next, awe slips away. Streets, rivers, forests—everything begins to appear as mere utility, not mystery. Trash on the street is not simply laziness; it is the echo of a deeper disconnection: This world is not sacred. It does not matter.
And yet, it does matter. It all matters. Every stone, every tree, every breath of air. We are entrusted with creation, and our care—or neglect—reflects our remembering or forgetting of this truth.
Perhaps that is why I feel sorrow when I see neglect. Because I also glimpse the hidden beauty of what could be: streets alive with color, cities tended with love, a people walking in harmony with God and soul.
For me, the invitation is clear: to keep remembering, to keep creating beauty, to keep tending—even in small ways. Because each act of care restores a thread of reverence, and each thread strengthens the fabric that binds us back to God.
Returning Home to the Essence of Love
The Hermetic teaching says that when the soul leaves the Earth, it travels upward through the seven planetary spheres. At each step, it sheds something it once carried, leaving behind the weight of earthly illusions so it can return light and free.
When I read this, I recognized my own Twin Flame journey in it — the purification of consciousness through love. Every step of Union is not about getting something new, but about releasing what is false.
Through the Moon, the soul releases its urge to exaggerate or diminish. On the Twin Flame path, this means seeing clearly — not turning little moments into dramatic crises, not reducing the love to nothing when fear whispers “this is impossible.” Here we learn to hold balance, to see truth without distortion.
Through Mercury, the soul lets go of craftiness, the subtle ways we manipulate or mask. On the Twin Flame journey, this is the healing of games, strategies, and false selves. Love cannot be tricked or controlled — it only grows in truth and transparency.
Through Venus, passion softens into devotion. The fire of desire is not extinguished, but it becomes a sacred flame — no longer clinging or consuming, but illuminating the heart with the sweetness of love that asks for nothing in return.
Through the Sun, ambition dissolves. No striving for glory, no desperate timelines for Union. Instead, there is radiant purpose — shining as you are, knowing that love does not arrive as a trophy, but flows as a natural expression of who you already are.
Through Mars, the impulse to conquer or force is surrendered. What remains is courage, not aggression. The courage to stay open, to love when it feels vulnerable, to trust when the mind wants proof.
Through Jupiter, the hunger for wealth and expansion falls away. We stop looking for security outside ourselves — not in possessions, not even in Union as something to own. Instead, we rest in the abundance that already is: love as the true currency of the soul.
And through Saturn, the final illusion drops. The soul releases lying. On the Twin Flame path, this is the release of every false belief we ever carried: “I am unworthy. Love leaves me. We are separate.” What remains is only truth: Love never leaves. Union is eternal.
Step by step, planet by planet, we are purified. Not punished, but freed. Not tested, but invited into deeper alignment with Love itself.
This, to me, is what the ascension journey really is — a remembering of what cannot be lost, a return to what has always been true. The Twin Flame path, like the Hermetic path, is simply Love stripping away everything that is not Love.
And while the ancients only knew of these seven planets, today we can glimpse something even wider: Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto — the modern lights. If Saturn was once the final gate, Uranus brings liberation through awakening, Neptune offers dissolving into oneness, and Pluto delivers the deepest transformation. It feels to me that our journeys are not just about shedding, but also about opening into these higher invitations — to awaken, to merge with the whole, and to be reborn into the fullness of who we are.
What struck me when I placed the Hermetic sheddings alongside my Varvara Compass is how similar the two are in essence. The sheddings name what must fall away — exaggeration, grasping, craftiness, striving — while the Compass names what naturally arises when we let go: tranquility, belonging, beauty, groundedness, community. One is the clearing, the other is the flowering. Together they remind me that the spiritual journey is not about adding more to myself, but about releasing what clouds the truth of who I already am.
A Compass Between Worlds
In the teaching of the Hermetic sages, the soul, on its return to God, moves through the planetary spheres, shedding what no longer belongs: exaggeration, craftiness, passion, ambition, boldness, greed, deception. With each surrender, the soul grows lighter, freer, nearer to its origin.
Cynthia Bourgeault reminds us that here on Earth, we live under the heavy weave of World 48. Forty-eight laws press upon us; life feels constrained, dense, and bound by necessity. Yet even here, we carry seeds of higher worlds — World 24 of harmony, World 12 of love, World 6 of union.
The Varvara Compass arises as a bridge between these cosmologies. Its five qualities — Groundedness, Community, Tranquility, Belonging, Beauty — anchor the soul in World 48 while pointing toward ascent. Groundedness and Community root us so we do not collapse under density. Tranquility and Belonging whisper of World 24, where patterns of peace and connection already sing. Beauty opens into World 12, the realm where Love is the law itself.
Thus the Compass is not only a map for living but a ladder of remembrance. It helps us endure the weight of this world while attuning to the higher frequencies already alive within us. To walk with it is to live as a pilgrim of the spheres, shedding what binds, embodying what frees.
My Soul Compass
My tendency has always been to seek out hotels and places that are trendy and immaculate in quality. But for this trip to Varvara, I knew I wasn’t after a traditional fancy vacation. I was listening to my soul.
That call led me to the Zen Hotel in Varvara.
At first glance, it wasn’t a place I would normally gravitate toward — small, simple, unassuming. The owner, Joro, greeted us at the door. The check-in process was easy, almost invisible in its simplicity. Above the reception counter, a phrase was inscribed:
“Wherever you go, you will find what you carry within yourself.”
At the time, it didn’t strike me. But later, those words became the very essence of what I was experiencing.
Behind the hotel stretched a pool and a lounge area where guests gathered for breakfast, or to rest on the shaded daybeds by the water. My daughter and I needed a day and a half to settle into the energy of the place, but by the end of our stay, we found ourselves questioning whether we should leave at all.
Pulling away from that calm vibration was harder than expected.
Looking back, what I felt in Varvara can be distilled into five qualities that touched my heart — my Varvara Compass:
Tranquility — a quietness that nourishes me, like waves against the shore.
Belonging — being part of something simple and real, no need to prove myself.
Beauty — art, colors, fabrics, and spaces that awaken my creativity.
Groundedness — steadiness, reliability, care (like Joro’s presence).
Community — people around, not perfect, but warm and present.
The Zen Hotel itself whispered to me the exact teaching I needed!
The message above the desk was a mirror of what I was already sensing: the belonging, the beauty, the tranquility, the community, the groundedness — they are not bound to Varvara or the Zen Hotel. They live within me, and in places like this, they awaken and come alive.
No wonder I felt tears of joy when I walked through the door — I wasn’t just entering a hotel, I was stepping into a reflection of my own soul’s inner home.
One more image has stayed with me: when you turn from the reception to go up the stairs—or when you descend back down—you are met by a simple painting of a rose on a wooden board. I had already chosen the rose as the first theme for my Varvara pop-up long before this trip, yet seeing that rose in the Zen Hotel felt like a gentle confirmation. It was as if the village itself was nodding to me: yes, you are on the right path.
The rose, for me, is more than a flower — it is an emblem of love, soul, and beauty that holds you even in your fragility. That painted rose was not just decoration; it was a mirror of my own inner choice, showing me that what I carry within always finds me again.
And now I wonder: What might your compass look like?
If you were to name five qualities or values that define the home of your soul, what would they be?
The Unveiled Isis and the Art of Seeing
When I arrived in Bulgaria, I didn’t know how far this trip will take me and that will actually transition into a journey of unveiling. There is a legend about the Egyptian Goddess Isis: in ancient tradition, Isis was often depicted as the great mother of wisdom, seated on a throne, wearing a veil. At the temple of Sais in Egypt, an inscription was said to read:
“I am all that has been, that is, and that shall be; no mortal has ever lifted my veil.”
The veil symbolized the hidden mysteries of life—the truth about creation, the divine feminine, the cycles of birth, death, and rebirth. Isis’s veil was not secrecy meant to keep humans away, but a sacred protection: only those who were ready in heart and spirit could glimpse the truth behind it.
Later mystical schools—Greek, Hermetic, and even Renaissance thinkers—spoke of “lifting the veil of Isis” as the soul’s journey of initiation. The veil is not torn away; it is gently unveiled as the seeker grows in love, wisdom, and purity of intention.
What does it mean for me:
The veil is the illusion that hides beauty, truth, and love from my sight
To approach Isis is to live with reverence and openness, trusting that the deeper mysteries will reveal themselves at the right time.
“Unveiling” is not about rushing but about becoming ready to see.
In a sense, my time in Bulgaria is an Isis journey- I did not know how far it would take me, but piece by piece, the veil lifts.
What began as a simple visit to Varvara has unfolded into a path of unveiling—an exploration of mysteries, both around me and within myself.
Yesterday, I met a woman who owns a gallery—a soulful, tender presence whose heart seemed to mirror the spirit of this place. I asked her to find me an object with the name Varvara inscribed on it. After some searching, she pulled a weathered card from behind the window. On it was a delicate drawing of a girl, and the name Varvara written in Latin.
The moment was deeply meaningful. She shared that the card had been given to her by someone she valued highly, and I recognized that what I was receiving was a heartfelt exchange—pure, unforced, and alive with intention. Just before this, I had told her about the rationale behind my journey to Varvara, and she revealed that her heart too was in that same place.
And then it dawned on me: this is a town with no tourist shops, no shelves of Varvara souvenirs. The very place where I sought such objects offers none. Perhaps the reason is clear: the truth and beauty I am seeking are not found outside. They live in the heart. We carry God, we carry Varvara, we carry the Divine Feminine, within us. The art of seeing is learning to behold these mysteries with the eyes of the soul (nous).
This small encounter, simple on the surface, feels like a whisper from the universe—a confirmation that this path of unveiling is sacred. Each step, each discovery, mirrors the legend of Isis: the courage to gently lift the veil, the readiness to receive truth and beauty when it is offered, and the recognition that the divine is already within.
Varvara, the card, the meeting—they are symbols of attention, openness, and the quiet magic that arises when we truly see. To see with the heart is to perceive the unseen, to welcome what is revealed, and to recognize that the journey itself is the unfolding of all that is sacred.
Barefoot in Varvara
I named my creative space Varvara seven years ago. The name came as a soul-call — I loved how the “r” rolls, but also felt drawn to its connection to Bulgaria. There is a small sea village in the southern part of the Black Sea with the same name. Though I had never visited, I loved its sea association.
As a linguist, I also looked into the meaning of the name. Varvara is of Greek origin, meaning “stranger” or “foreigner.”That felt aligned, since I have often lived between lands — Bulgaria and America — never fully one or the other, always a bridge between worlds. Each time I spoke the name, it carried warmth and love.
Seven years later, when I returned to Bulgaria to reconnect with my roots, I knew I had to visit Varvara in person.
Saint Varvara (known in English as Saint Barbara) has always carried a mysterious presence in my heart.
Her story begins in the 3rd century, when she was hidden away in a tower by her father — shielded from the world, yet awakening to the beauty of creation and the truth of God. Even in her confinement, she found freedom in spirit.
When she chose faith over fear, she was persecuted and killed by her own father. And yet, her legacy endures: she is remembered as a protector of children, women, and all who live courageously in their truth.
In Bulgaria, her feast day on December 4th is tender and simple: wheat or corn is boiled and shared with neighbors, a gesture of nourishment and blessing. It is as if her spirit lives on through these humble offerings — reminding us that transformation often begins quietly, through small acts of care that ripple outward into community.
When I first imagined Varvara, I didn’t want “just a brand.” I wanted a name that carried depth, courage, and story. Saint Varvara’s journey of finding freedom in faith while hidden away resonates deeply with my own.
I, too, have known times of being set apart, of searching for meaning in solitude, of holding to inner truth even when it was costly.
Varvara is both ancestral and alive. She represents Bulgaria — my roots, my homeland’s traditions, its grains and rituals. But she also represents the part of me that has wandered, transformed, and now seeks to offer beauty and nourishment to others.
This is why Varvara is more than a name. It is a living thread — one that connects past and present, Bulgaria and America, the inner and outer life. It carries forward the spirit of transformation, protection, and blessing.
My hope is that when you step into Varvara — through art, words, gatherings, or the simple beauty of presence — you, too, feel the warmth of belonging.
Trust
I run into mistrust regularly. It feels like a bad old friend- comes and goes when it pleases, but I still open the door to its invitations. Needless to say, it never feels warm and cozy but rather distant and neurotic. How do we build trust with our family, lovers, friends, and the world. What is trust? I have gotten to know that trust appears and grows when I feel safe and protected in the company of the person I am with. Like I feel it in my being that there is integrity and complete openness between us. There is unconditional love. That is the purest form of love. Mary Magdalene and Jesus loved each other unconditionally. That I have faith in. My heart yearns to be able to exhale and fall into trust. No more stories in the mind, just utter surrender to love. I work at it diligently. Every time she knocks on the door with her other partners in crime (resentment, anger, vengeance), I sit with her until she relaxes. I give her love and everything else she needs to alchemize. Is it just on me though? What if I give her all I have, and she still comes to visit, maybe I have to look into her red flags. What if she is there to help me see. See where I need to set a boundary, examine my own needs, or strengthen my own inner compass and invite honesty and alignment in a relationship. In these cases, mistrust comes as a gift. She isn’t meant to be a permanent home, but it can be a doorway — a teacher that guides you toward self-respect, deeper truth, and more nourishing connections.
What about the adage, “Trust the process”?
In truth, what you are trusting is not the process itself, but God. It is the faith that if you are patient and consistent, God will guide you forward. Trust is about releasing control—falling back into something greater than yourself. And yes, that can feel disorienting, even dizzying, because it requires letting go of expectations. Yet the simple formula for happiness is this: reality over expectations. When we release the way we think life should unfold, we begin to notice the quiet beauty of how it actually does. The present moment carries us—soft, weightless, like feathers on the breeze.
In the end, trust is not a passive waiting, but an active opening. It is the willingness to place our weight on something unseen and let it carry us. Trust is the bridge between our small self and the vastness of God’s love. When we practice trust, we begin to notice that life is already moving us toward what is meant—sometimes slower than we wish, sometimes in ways we don’t understand.
But always, we are held. Always, we are guided.
So perhaps the invitation is simple: take the next step, breathe into the present, and let yourself be carried.
Have You Ever?
Have you ever stepped into your own self and felt awe after a long time of overlooking some parts of yourself due to focusing on other more needy ones? What about accepting all of you?! The yesterday you that bought the field flowers from the old lady, not because there weren’t prettier ones, but because her face spoke to you. The today you who felt like offering a hug to the lady at the fabric store who after hours and years at that place felt its weight. The always you who alternates between a fountain of desires and interests- the one who obsessively searches for patterns and fabric to transform; the one who is offering healing consultations; the one who creates creative wonderlands for others to step into and taste the actual beauty of life; the one who vigorously wants to protect her kids from any disappointments contrary to what she has learned is the formula for growth and transcendence; the one who wants to teach things as abstractly intellectual and philosophical as possible; the one who seeks God day in and day out. Have you ever seen your Essence- its glitter and glamor blinding you just as the Sun on a blistering afternoon? I dare you- My Love- I dare you!
Wu Wei
I love it when you plan your day one way, but it turns out completely differently. I did plan to have coffee with my friend early in the morning before I go to my office and spend the day there doing work tasks. Well, my friend cancelled the early coffee, and the majority of my co-workers announced they don’t feel well and will not be going to the office, so I decided to follow the flow of the day and modify my original plan. That same friend proposed a later meeting, and I agreed. She also suggested we delve into some inner work together, so you can imagine the shift that took place. It is potent when you practice being present and going with the flow of existence. It is a rich playground! The only requirement is that one has to be willing to play.
While I was getting ready to leave, I noticed the book my coffee neighbor was reading, “Waiting for God” by Simone Weil. It struck a chord with me. I have been meaning to explore her writings, and that title was a good invitation for a start. Needless to say, I ordered the book an hour later.
Per my friend’s request, the next exploration I embarked on is my SQ in my gene keys profile.
Shadow: Dominance
Gift: Synergy
Siddhi: Communion
In the shadow energy, it manifests as a victim or perpetrator, feeling the need to dominate or allowing to be dominated. It is all tied to fear and insecurity. When we operate in our dual mind (ego operating system), we tend to mistrust and always perceive through a scarcity lens. The result is either/or- abusing our power or giving our power away. The path of transformation is on the other side of fear- both/and- the third force is synergy. When I trust myself, I inspire others and create a space of abundance and oneness.
I realize that I feel deeply drawn to creating communal spaces and leading from synergy and not control. Letting go of the controlled outcomes and embracing the flow of shared abundance. Instead of being pushed by the push-and-pull of dominance and submission, synergy invites me to step into co-creation and mutual empowerment. That requires complete acceptance of my Divine power and standing solidly into that knowing.
Sophia Perennis
Jesus as a teacher of the path of inner transformation. What caused the disciples to say “yes” to Jesus ? They did not have the knowledge that Jesus was going to be crucified, die, and rise again (20/20 hindsight). They knew in the immediacy of their heart. It is a transmission from within. “in your light, we see light,” Psalm 36. It is the mutual recognition of hearts. In John 4:6-15, Jesus Christ in the face of the Samaritan woman becomes the mirror in which she recognizes not only the face of God, but her own True Self/Divinity.
Soteriology- Jesus as a savior.
Sophiology- Jesus as a wisdom teacher- the Life-Giver. The primary task of a Christian is not to believe theological premises but to put on the mind of Christ.
What does it mean to die before you die? How do you go about losing your little life to find the bigger one? Is it possible to live on this planet with generosity, abundance, fearlessness, and beauty that mirror God’s Being? How do we acquire Christ’s consciousness?
You don’t die into the Kingdom of Heaven; you awaken into it. It is a state of consciousness-non-dual or unitive- no separation between God and humans, or between humans and other humans. In John 10:30, he states, “the Father and I are One.” This expresses the indivisible reality of divine love. We flow into God- and God into us- because it is the nature of love to flow.
Jesus famously said, “Love your neighbor as yourself.” It is a complete acceptance that your neighbor is you.
How do we switch from the binary operating system of either/or to both/and? A system based on duality cannot perceive oneness. We are invited to remember the heart- our unitive system. The heart is an organ of spiritual perception that keeps in alignment the horizontal and vertical axes.
Metanoia- transformation of the heart; going beyond the mind; entering into the larger mind
The binary mind always perceives from a sense of scarcity and keeps score through comparison and contrast. We can’t put on the mind of Christ while operating from a dual mind. We have to live from the perspective of wholeness and impartiality.
The Beatitudes
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven”- purification of consciousness; kenosis
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”- state of vulnerability and flow (tears, emptying out)
“Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.”- “devouring the lion”; taming the passions of the lower nature (ego)
“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness for they will be filled.”- the thirst for/of God; being in connection with our fundamental yearning
“Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy.”- reciprocity and exchange; no separation
“Blessed are the pure of heart, for they will see God.”- singleness; the heart is not divided but unified whole; cleansing the lens of perception
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called the children of God.”- peace is our natural state
“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”- release control; freedom; entrust ourselves to the Divine Mercy.
If we are stuck in ego, we can’t hear the music!
“It is not love stored up, but love utterly poured out that opened the gates to the Kingdom of Heaven.” Cling to nothing. Let it go.
The traditional teachings tell us that there is within each person a sacred energy (chi, prana, life force) which is measured out to each person in a finite amount. If we can contain this energy rather than leak it and preserve it intentionally, then we can ascend. It is one way of inner transformation. What Jesus taught was an alternate path- giving it all away, emptying it out- kenosis. It mirrors Heaven- extravagant abundance. “Do not store up treasures on earth, for it is your Father’s good pleasure, to give you the kingdom” (Luke 12:32).The Jesus Trajectory
Love is recklessness, not reason
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong, consuming herself, unabashed.
Yet in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard-surfaced and straight forward.
Having died to self-interest,
she risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.
Rumi
The How of Unconditional Love
I want to know what it means to truly love someone!
My kids are part of this quotation, and in my heart it feels unconditional although I still fear losing them in some manner. There is attachment. Holding onto them, for it feels good to give the plentitude of love stored in my Being to someone who matters.
Why does the moment of death release us, finally, to the depths of our human love? Why doesn’t the moment of living reach those depths? What is blocking me from accessing love’s vast potential? May I dissolve these blocks and experience the love I long for?
In times of hurt, I do run, and all I can envision is running further away until the agent of pain can’t reach me. Illusions. I caress the pain within me, and regardless of how far I go, I will never feel free or capable of expressing this transformative love. The only solution is to feel the ache all the way through and rob it of its power. This task is not for the faint of heart. In its apex, it feels debilitating and all kinds of scenarios appear in the min'd’s eye of avoiding the pain, but I have learned that only presence will resolve it. I endure. I feel. I kick. I scream. I pray. Eventually, it feels lighter, and I completely surrender control and love me. I want to learn what it means to truly love myself, so I can truly love another.
In the moment of death, our whole existence is exposed and surrendered. With nothing to protect or hold back, the life of our soul is open to empty out in full capacity. Love is self-surrender. How do I open to the force of my own love while living?
Human love vs. Divine love? If I am created in the image of God and fully Divine/fully Human, how do I emulate her love while being in human form? In the furnace, we see the impurities, and then we distract and avoid facing them and alchemizing them into purity. During this Lent season, I vow to go beyond the threshold until I see my soul. I dare to love fully- God, Self, Other- into Union and onward!
The Law of Last Year’s Language
I am reading another book by Cynthia Bourgeault that depicts the story of her union with a mystical soul, Rafe, first on the physical plane, and after his death, between the realms. Have you ever had a feeling of pure joy when the words reverberate through your body in complete resonance with your soul? They bring clarity and balance and were meant to reach you Now. Some Souls touch you so deeply. You savor their Beings through their words. They open the closed chambers of your heart and bring you to harmonious union with yourself. God has a large support team and as long you tune in and move with the flow of every offering, you receive what is offered. Yesterday morning, I was sitting in front of one of my book shelves, while a young man was fixing my water heater, when my gaze paused on the book by Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game. When God wants to impress something on us, she creates a link of synchronicities, so we don’t miss the importance of the gift. Later into the night, when I was reading Cynthia’s story, a poem by Hermann Hesse from that same book was referenced in a very powerful way. Here is the poem gift:
Stages
By
Hermann Hesse
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
It tells me to leave the past and center into my present heart. It tells me to love unconditionally and that all focus on needs, reciprocities, expectations robs me from feeling the swelling love that took a decade to cultivate. It tells me to see the beauty in chaos and change. It tells me to leave behind the remorse, the regrets, the nostalgia. It tells me I am on the path that restores my wholeness and in that process can’t dwell on the hows and whys of the fragmentations. As Rilke wrote, “ The free animal has its decrease perpetually behind it, and God in front.”
It tells me to love wholeheartedly!
The Dance
The dance of the Trinity: the outpouring of love from Father to Son, from Son to Spirit, from Spirit back to Father (kenosis). The Trinity is an icon of self-emptying love. The three persons go round and round like buckets on a watermill, constantly overspilling into one another. As they do, the mill turns and the energy of love becomes expressed and reachable. The Cappadocians called this circulation of love perichoresis which means the dance around. God reveals his inner nature through a continuous dance of kenosis.
This reminds me of Henri Matisse’s painting the Dance. Was the intention of Matisse to represent this process? Was he depicting our relationality and oneness? Is the disconnect between the two emulating our yearning for unity? The five figures are holding hands in a circle, but on the left, we can notice that the two individuals’ hands are parted; they only slightly brush instead of holding. The rupture’s point being closest to the viewer’s position, it can be interpreted as an invitation to join in the dance. The circle comes to find those that “are outside,” and thus unify individuals. This is clearly God’s overture!
As Raimon Panikkar eloquently expresses, “I am one with the source insofar as I act as a source by making everything I have received flow again- just like Jesus.”