When I first landed on the name Rainbow Glo I was intrigued by the vibrant imagery and the promise of something deeper than just a marker of identification. It felt like an invitation to explore a state of being that goes beyond surface-level brightness. This post is my attempt to unpack what Rainbow Glo truly means, how it connects to self-agency and sovereignty, and why I think it matters. I invite you to trust your instincts as you read, to align with what resonates, and

Today I've been thinking about the concept of evil and how it's being packaged and sold to us as something to avoid at all costs. When you turn evil around, you have live with two distinct pronunciations. So is evil just live energy? That would make the Tree of Knowledge about good and live energy. That would make us about good and live energy. Live energy has capacity for good, bad and ugly. Knowledge is knowing the ledge. Knowing when you are at capacity. An 'oh' moment.

Gloria Miller as Supremely, Diana Ross! Getting older is a bitch and it takes guts to weather this process. Do I have the guts? Do I have what it takes to age gracefully? Both of my parents lived into their 90s and I cannot remember an aging complaint from either of them. They were from that get-on-with-it generation who didn’t have the alphabet soup to shelter them. There was no talk of ADHD and spectrums, just one day at a time, one foot in front of the other. Now in my 60t

The Hidden Architecture of the Zero State When the world goes silent around you, something deeper starts humming beneath you. That’s the hidden architecture of the zero state. On the surface, it looks like collapse — the slackening of desire, the soft fade of ambition, the strange heaviness that settles in the bones. But inside that quiet is a compression so dense it almost disguises itself as emptiness. Energy never disappears; it folds in on itself. This is the physics of n

Fire and Ice in Suspension There comes a point when the air around you stops buzzing. No push, no pull. Just suspension. The to-do lists evaporate, the goals lose flavour, and even music sounds like static. This is not laziness, and it’s not enlightenment. It’s the zero state — the space between endings and beginnings where the self dissolves into pure signal. At first it feels like dying. You don’t want, you don’t need, you don’t care. The world keeps spinning its loud illus

Once upon a time, in a beautiful forest, there stood a powerful tree. Her roots dug deep, her branches stretched high, and her trunk grew strong, forged by years of weathering storms. The tree has stood in this forest for many seasons—facing endless winters, blistering heat, and all manner of challenges that would test her resilience. And, as the years passed, this tree grew weary. One November day, a toxic, white mist swept across the forest, casting a shadow that felt heavy