From the moment the opening sequence unfolded to the iconic Stranger Things intro being played (a brilliant touch), I was completely locked in.

We’re born bursting with it—crafting worlds, singing to stars, making miracles out of cardboard boxes and daydreams. But then… we grow up. And the 9-to-5 world begins to train it out of us. Slowly. Silently.

The “plan” is for us to remember who we are. To re-member: to come back together with the truth of our being.

I’ve been asking God to guide me, not just in the vision itself, but in the people who are meant to help bring it to life. Those who will help build the universe of the night.

The film was a mirror. It reflected the dangers that come when your gift is misunderstood, commodified, or co-opted. But it also reminded me of the grace of it. Of how powerful the voice truly is.

"Accomplished" didn’t feel like an ending. It felt like completion. Like checking something off the divine to-do list and preparing for what’s next in the soul’s unfolding.