Gospels of Rupture

There are moments when the ground splits open beneath us —
when what we thought was solid dissolves into ash, and nothing familiar remains.

The world tells us to smooth these fractures over, to conceal the cracks beneath a calculated facade. But I have come to believe that rupture itself is sacred. It is not an error to be repaired, but a revelation — a gospel written in fire.

Gospels of Rupture is a series of personal essays, fragments of testimony drawn from my own shatterings. Here I write from the fault lines of my life: psychedelic underworlds, sorrows that remade me, ecstasies that wounded and healed, and wild visions bursting through the surface of who I think I am.

These gospels are not polished sermons. They are embers, still smoking, written in the language of fracture and sacred fire. They testify that collapse can be a beginning. That what breaks us may also open us into vast terrains of possibility and undiscovered depths of ourselves.

Essays released on Substack every two weeks, each one a crack lit from within.

Here, breakage is holy.
Here, revelation is what rises when everything else falls away.