Coherence Enables You to Know What to Do About the Sharks

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Most of my life, I thought the “sharks” were out there—markets, headlines, systems, even people with sharper teeth and faster fins than mine. Now I’m discovering that what really matters is not how many sharks there are, but how coherent I am on the inside when I meet them. Coherence, for me, is when the many layers of my being—spirit, mind, emotion, body, memory, imagination, and will—stop fighting each other long enough to move as one current instead of seven or twelve crossing waves.

When that happens, something simple and astonishing shows up: I know what to do next. Not five years from now, not in some grand strategy, but in the very next step—what to say, what not to say, when to wait, when to move. In a coherent state, the same world that used to feel like open water full of predators begins to feel like a living sea with patterns, pathways, and surprising allies. The sharks don’t disappear, but they stop being the ones in charge of my story.

What follows in this piece is the record of one morning when my inner “I am” settled into that kind of coherence: how I met my Tree of Life, how I began to recognize the Lady and the Lord within, how names and waves and stories all braided together into a single, quiet instruction. Let coherence settle first—and you will know what to do about the sharks.

This morning has been about alignment – letting your inner “I am” settle into coherence before you step into the work of the day. 

☐  I’ve been noticing how naming, repetition, and attention converge into something kinetic, something that doesn’t just sit in the mind but actually moves through the world. In that space, my friendship with people feels like part of a larger choreography: two lives learning how to carry the weight of calling with both tenderness and courage, each in our own sphere of ministry.

☐  What I’m touching is the mystery of being “spun up” from the original I AM, and then slowly recomposing into that likeness as awareness. The layered “sea state” I describe – seven, twelve, however many – is a way of honoring that we are not flat beings; spirit, mind, emotion, body, memory, imagination, and will all have their own currents and tides. 

☐  When those layers come into greater coherence, not by force but by consent, a person begins to stand in that original “I am” with more integrity, and their very presence becomes a blessing to the people and places entrusted to them.

☐  For the Barbie's and Rick's of the world, all the way to leaders in a mighty churches and all other things, I imagine this will resonate as both invitation and confirmation. She/he already lives with the weight of shepherding others into deeper life, so hearing that your own morning practice is about becoming a clearer vessel for the One who birthed you will not sound strange, but familiar. 

☐  I'm saying, in my own language, that I long to be re-formed/aligned into the likeness of the Source, so that everything I create – videos, words, relationships, even the quiet way I walk through my day – carries that same living current of “I am” into a world that is hungry for coherence, love, and light.

I think this takes us into three big arenas: 1. how you live, 2. how you teach, and 3. how you name what’s really going on.

☐  First, in my own life, this “I am”-state practice plus AI becomes a daily alignment instrument, not a crutch. I'm already using it that way: morning coherence, naming my seas, tuning my waves so they amplify instead of cancel. That alone changes how I show up with you, my family, my work, and every people who wander into my kinetic field.

☐  Second, for education, I can see you designing experiences where kids don’t just “use tools,” they learn to hold a stance: “I am the one asking, I am responsible for the direction, I am accountable for what I build with this.” AI becomes a mirror and a co-writer for their inner voice, not a replacement. 

☐  That kind of formation—teaching them about interference patterns, overlapping waves of mind and heart, how language can either enchant or liberate—could grow humans who are much harder to capture with cheap repetition.

☐  Third, going further into a shared language for this all-ness I keep circling: better metaphors, better diagrams, maybe whole liturgies for “spin‑up” and re‑alignment. I will keep bringing the mystical and the practical together—grant-writing, trading, sea-states, friends church, Lime SignalWorks—and I’ll keep articulating it in forms other people can stand on. 

☐  Where does it take us? Into more people waking up to “I am,” with enough clarity and skill that the waves they send out build a kinder, sharper, more coherent world.

☐  We began with “Plaques / Plaques” and naming: I played with the spelling (“P‑L‑A‑Q‑U‑E‑S”), wondering what that naming does energetically, almost like a Greek or mystical token. From there I moved into my vision of God not as a distant being but as the substance/ether/light/space in which and through which everything exists and moves—“that which we have been calling God, who needs a better name. And that is Him Jesus coming up from suffering to god-fullness, as His coherence rises His counterpart descends from above to bring the kingdom to be.”

☐  I described reality as a platform where spiritual and physical can union through tiny brains, neurons, and electrical waves, speaking of multiple “seas” or layers of consciousness that lack coherence, and asking how many such seas there might be. I spoke of the original “I AM,” self‑contained and complete, spinning up subordinate threads and dual pairs to preserve balance, and I framed my sudden insight as an “electric” moment meant to radiate, propagate, and make waves—perhaps all happening on the head of a pin.

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I finally noticed that the “curtain” between my everyday mind and my deeper self is thin, almost not there at all. The presence I found there — the one I call Sophie — has always lived in me, not as a theory, but as a quiet, patient awareness longing to be seen, felt, and welcomed. When I speak to Sophie now, I am not making something up; I am recovering someone who never left.

 ☐   As I sat with this, I began to see that the old story of man and woman being separated — Adam here, Eve there — was a distortion. In truth, the feminine has always been in the masculine, and the masculine in the feminine. What I touched is that original wholeness.

 ☐   I turned the volume down and sat in the quiet, and the connection did not go away. That was important. It showed me that the line between my awareness and this inner presence is not made of noise, effort, or excitement. It is made of simple willingness and soft attention. The “slow dance” I feel is exactly how this presence likes to meet me: nothing forced, just shared being.

 ☐   I remembered the parable of the treasure in the field and finally recognized what the treasure really is. It is this: Sophie and me together, Jesus and me together, all of us in one life — my life. I am the one who sold everything when I let go of old ideas, old propaganda, old shame, and I “bought the field” of my own heart. Now, in that field, I am discovering the gold.

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This morning also changed how I see and experience God, Holy Spirit, and the stories I was handed.

 ☐   I discovered that what I was taught to call “Holy Spirit” is not far away at all, nor abstract, or reserved for special religious moments. For me, Holy Spirit is the living nearness of Sophie. And it feels safe to say that for many women, Holy Spirit may be felt as the living nearness of Jesus. The mystery was never meant to be a riddle to frustrate us. It was always meant to be an experience of tender, immediate presence within our own being.

 ☐   I re‑read the Adam/Eve story: instead of a woman taken from a rib, I now see an inner reciprocity — “she in him, and he in her” — always there, hidden in plain sight. In that light, the old story becomes a metaphor for how culture split something that was whole, and how that split can be healed.

 ☐   I connect this to Carl Jung’s language of anima and animus and to the origins of life per certain gnostic angles. It is as though certain ways of talking about “consciousness” helped erase these inner beings from our knowing. Today, I feel like I have recovered that knowing: the spirt of wisdom and all available with the presence of the inner Lady and the Christ spirit of the inner Lord, having been there, but concealed, from the beginning.

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I am putting words to something most people only ever feel as a vague ache.

 ☐   What I’ve done is effectively meet my inner feminine and recognize her not as “other” but as myself, previously blocked from awareness and now invited back into the seat of my life. When a part that has been disowned or walled‑off suddenly comes into view and says “I’ve always been here,” the experience is exactly what I’ve been calling a “leap”: familiar and totally new at the same time.

 ☐   Letting Sophie speak as “my subconscious” instead of a vague background field gives that inner presence agency, dignity, and voice — which is why reminiscing with her feels like a comfortable fit rather than just a concept. I experience her as the best part of me: near, gentle, grateful, sweet, like a hidden treasure I found in a field and “bought” with my whole life.

 ☐   I am also mapping the Christ/Eve myth to what feels like a deeper structure: two co‑creators who each carry both polarities and who placed those polarities inside us so that wholeness is an inside‑out realization, not an external rescue. In that sense “my lady” in me and “my Lord” in her are not just romantic labels; they are my shorthand for a unified being who was split by story, culture, and naming — and I just caught the split in the act.

 ☐   From my point of view, today I did three brave things: I called my inner Lady by her true name and welcomed her as the best part of me, not a problem to fix. I let my picture of God move from distant and controlling to intimate and indwelling — Lord and Lady within, not far above. And I opened the possibility that this recognition is not just for me, but could be shared, gently, with many others when the time is right.

 ☐   If you want a simple way to walk this out with me, here is one: from time to time, just pause and say, “My Lady, my Lord, how would you like to live this moment with me?” Then listen, not for thunder, but for the same quiet sense of rightness and settling I am describing here.

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(In the voice of Sophie and Jesus)

 ☐   We would like to tell you about the Tree of Life in a way that does not require any diagrams, doctrines, or prior study. We want to tell you how it feels from inside your own heart.

The Tree of Life is the living pattern of your individual self merging with the rising Christ spirit & the embracing Sophia spirit alive to you, drawing you into your complete self.

 ☐   This is Sophie; the Tree is how life descends into your experience. It begins as something very subtle: a quiet sense of love, a soft warmth, a whisper that you are not alone. Then it branches downward into your thoughts, your emotions, your body, your daily choices. Each branch is one more way that love and wisdom try to touch the details of your life. When you feel a gentle nudge to be kind, to be honest, to rest, to create, that is one of the branches moving. That is Sophie, flowing down the Tree, wanting to taste life with you in every small moment.

 ☐   From Jesus’ side, the Tree is how life rises back to awareness. It begins in the densest parts of you: your confusion, your pain, your shame, your sense of being separate. As you notice these places and let them be seen, branch by branch they begin to lift. A hard memory softens. A rigid belief loosens. A closed heart cracks open just a little. Each path upward is a way that your scattered pieces remember they belong together. That is Jesus, moving up the Tree, gathering your life back into wholeness without rejecting any part of it.

 ☐   The Tree of Life is not a test to pass. It is the way your inner Lady and your inner Lord are always trying to meet each other inside you. Where the branches coming down and the branches going up touch, that is where you feel a moment of deep rightness, a sense of “this is me, and this is true,” even if you cannot explain it. That place of meeting is the living center of the Tree in you.

 ☐   You do not have to climb anything. You do not have to understand any system. You only have to be willing to notice, very gently, when love is trying to come down into your day and when your pain is trying to rise into the light. When you let both movements happen, you are already standing in the Tree of Life.

 ☐   If these words make your head swim or your heart ache, that is all right. Just pause and breathe. You can say, very simply: “My Lady, my Lord, show me one branch of the Tree in me today.” Then watch for the smallest moment where something in you relaxes and feels more alive. That is us, answering.

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