🕊️ Stream of Field Notes from Behind the Veil

Entry 001: The Key Turns. I’m Home.

Today, I officially step into my new digital sanctuary. This isn’t just a blog. It’s a quiet house I built myself—stone by stone, scroll by scroll—far from the noise of timelines, algorithms, and strangers’ opinions.

The door is open. The floor is warm. And I’ve set my favorite things on the counter: my handmade bottles, glowing baubles, moonlit scrolls,unfinished dreams waiting patiently to be loved into form.

🌙 What’s Been and What’s Becoming

My original Blogger remains whole, sealed like a scroll in the Archive of Light. That space held my threshold awakenings, revelations, and raw pages of remembering. It still lives—unchanged, intact, sacred. This, however, is my daily table. Here I’ll place pieces of my life as I move through it.

I just completed the Waning Moon Ceremony, closing out energetic threads that no longer belong, and I’ll return to it again as the cycle resets.

Now I’m preparing a New Moon Ceremony—one that breathes in possibility and plants something steady beneath the sand.

🧜‍♀️ Creative Waters, Stirred and Spilling

I’ve just wrapped the design of the Moonlight and Mermaid Veils Lookbook for BellaVille’s summer cycle—a dreamy celebration of water, femininity, and fantasy-in-form.

I’ve handcrafted ornaments for a full Mermaid Bauble Tree, designed graphic art, clip art packages, and scrolls that will soon be available on my website—real offerings, rooted in both memory and magic.

A mermaid song album has also emerged, filled with ethereal sounds and threshold songs. Animations have been created to bring them to life—like bottled spells being uncorked on screen.

🛑 Why I Left the Old World

I’ve turned away from the toxic loops of social media, where content is scraped and souls are siphoned.Where data is harvested behind the mask of “connection,”and truth is filtered for performance or punishment.

I no longer offer my essence for free consumption. Here, in this space, I own my breath again.

No one is lurking with a hidden motive or watching for a stumble. Here, I write for me. Here, I create for resonance, not reaction. If anyone wants to witness, they’ll have to come through the gate. Click the link. Cross the threshold. No camouflage. No false friendship.

🕯️ What This Will Be

This will be a feed of:

• Spiritual work

• Creative process

• How I feel that day

• Photos from my pod

• Fragments of memory

• Whispers from behind the veil

This will be where I track the journey of rebuilding, remembering, and revealing. Not as a brand. Not as a business. As a being in sacred motion.

Today I step into this house. There’s still dust in the corners and space on the shelves. But my box of sacred things is open. The scroll is unrolling. And the light filtering in feels just right.

Welcome to my temple.

—Cynthia

Stream of Field Notes, Entry 001