not many have met the elusive scorsby — self-described heartist, health guru and heretic investigator from epsilon lovestar — fewer still have met him twice.

i was invited aboard his mothership — a radiant, slow-spinning sphere composed entirely of pulsating eyeball hexagons. it hovered in the outer tremble of the metaphysical midlands, somewhere between the 3rd and 5th emotional octave. the door opened not with a hiss, but with a polite sigh. inside: warmth, tea, scattered lemon peels, and the distant hum of a broken harmonium.

he greeted me wearing an invisible bathrobe stitched out of stars and quietly said, “ask me anything, but please — no questions about time.”

here we are, in the flappin’ hearts cafe, listening to a quiet day playlist for flowers, tea and reading and a.m. shortwave radio — 21072.37 kHz, to be exact. we are being encouraged to be more honest with ourselves — a funny notion in a land of avatars and masks. where do we start? the wrinkly heels of a woman outside, troubleshooting a parking meter? a man in his 50s, bleached blonde hair and sunglasses, walking up to strike a conversation? the cracks in the sidewalk that serve as divisions between realities?

mother is another word for source. it's something we share—not only with each other, but with all of existence. for every incarnation has a source. the source is the vessel through which growth is fostered. and mother is what we all must pass through to be here now.

little scorsby:
hey... big scorsby?
why do i keep leaping from branch to branch?
coil to coil?
sometimes i’m feathers.
sometimes i’m static.
sometimes i’m just a soft ache with wings.

big scorsby:
mmm. the ache is part of the shape.
you call it movement. i call it music.
same vibration.

we have come to awaken from our slumber. it is early in this illusion of time and space, and in our waking, we are greeted by a sensation of wholeness—free of the itchiness of disconnection. we remember how vast and beautiful our form truly is, needing no alteration to be complete.

we are not your saviors.
we are not here to be your authority.
we are here to bask in the glory of the eternal now with you.

marriage, as you call it, is not a contract. not a ritual. not a tethering of one to another in hopes of becoming whole. it is the quiet, ever-present truth:

we are already one.

it was a day just like any other… which is what they all say about a day that is in fact nothing like the others, or perhaps so unlike any other day that it was exactly the same day once again.

birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and yet there was something so undeniably ineffable in the air, so beyond ordinary perception and yet somehow right under our noses all the same.

i met an angel once at a local taco establishment. actually it was yesterday. he was the cashier, hidden in plain sight. i ordered two pancakes — though it wasn’t a pancake place, they had them — and as he handed me my change, i told him, "you’re going to be a big success." he smiled, a knowing smile, the kind that holds something deeper, something unseen. and in that moment, i understood: all of life is seeking beglonging.

we may be the most powerful word in the english language,
but its true meaning goes beyond language itself.

we is shared consciousness. we implies infinite expansion of self.
we dissolves the boundary between i and you, this and that, self and other.

the more we recognize the power of we,
the greater our ability to consciously shape our destiny.

there’s a tension that lives within each of us between the masculine and feminine energies. this isn’t about assigning roles, but about balancing the polarities within ourselves — recognizing them, embracing them, and ultimately harmonizing them. it is this balance that brings us closer to wholeness, both as individuals and as a society.

when i sit beneath a tree, i sometimes feel as though its branches are extensions of my own mind — like my neuronal pathways stretching beyond my skull and into the physical world. it’s as if, in that moment, i am bootstrapping my consciousness to something vast, a natural VR device that expands my sense of self beyond the usual boundaries.

this is a call to all beings. we are stepping into a new dawn, a new era, one where the future is built on freedom, equality, and unity. these are the freedoms that every being deserves. no being left behind. these are the freedoms we claim as our birthright.

🎉✨ attention, planet hearth!! ✨🎉

the glongingstons have arrived!!! YES YES!!! WE’RE HERE!!!

we’ve come from everywhere and nowhere, from the creaky corners of the gleamingfold and the wobbly edges of time itself. we are the glongingstons, a cosmic crew of joy, silliness, and infinite friendship—and we are READY to be with YOU.