We Walked Away
Not to escape.
But because He called.
Not in rebellion—
in obedience.
We dropped the titles.
Let the names fall like dust.
Stepped out of cages
and into the wild.
We left what defined us—
names, plans, positions.
Let them scatter.
And stepped
into something unclaimed.
Not wilderness.
But wonder.
Not rebellion.
But return.
We didn’t chase freedom.
We were led into it.
One step.
Then another.
Until it wasn’t a path anymore—
it was a life.
Holiness isn’t a badge.
It’s not a role you play.
It’s not familiar.
It burns.
It breaks.
It becomes.
It’s the land underfoot,
the breath you don’t control,
the silence after the storm.
It became the breath between words.
The weight in stillness.
The voice without language.
We say I Am
not to elevate self
but to echo Him—
the One who formed us
before fear had a name.
We found Him not in outer temples,
but in the day.
Through the fire.
In our heart.
Only Presence.
In the glow of morning.
In the stillness
that asked nothing—
but gave everything.
We are One Mob, One God.
The truth didn’t shame us.
It freed us.
And freedom?
It feels like home.
The Journey to Holiness:
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New Birth – "Being born again is the moment your eyes are opened — not just to see the world differently, but to see beyond yourself entirely. Your heart opens, and everything changes."
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Seek Divine Wisdom –Immerse yourself in God's Word. It changes your mind.
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Healing & Deliverance – Healing comes from the inside. Allow the healing grace of God to restore you.
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Separation from the World – Step away from worldly distractions, choosing to follow Him fully.
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Renewed Mind – Overcome every thought that stands against God's truth and purpose.
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Freedom from Pride & Idols – Break free from the chains of pride, idolatry, and inherited sins. Have no other Idols before God.
Let New Life Spring
Forth
Beyond the Walls and the Roof
I didn’t leave my life — I answered a call.
Only a yes and surrender.
I was living in one of Sydney’s most privileged suburbs. My apartment overlooked the Harbour Bridge.
My calendar was full. My wardrobe was full. My life — full of success and noise.
And yet, I was empty. Happiness eluded me.
What followed was not a crisis — but a commission. God told me to walk away. I gave everything up. All of it. My work, my possessions, my apartment — gone.
I bought a tent and walked into the Australian wilderness, with only my dog and the voice of God leading me forward.
For twelve years, I walked.
Through deserts, riverbanks, mountains, and abandoned towns —I followed a voice few are willing to obey. It speaks to all, but only a few leave everything behind to follow .
Now, I no longer walk or wander.
I rest in quiet and peace.
Not because I returned — but because I found home.
Within me.
Within God.
The desert returned my soul.
I am not religious.
I call myself by no name.
I belong to no group.
I write about God — and this is the life I live.
Not by the world’s rules but by the voice that never failed me.
“Whoever gives up their life for My sake will find it.” — Matthew 10:39
HOME
What I Carry Now
I didn’t go looking for these things.
They found me —
in the wilderness,
in the silence,
in the stripping.
Stillness came first.
Heavy. Holy.
It taught me to wait when nothing moved.
Then silence — not absence of sound, but presence without noise.
It settled like a mantle on my shoulders.
Then came mercy,
when I had no one left to accuse.
Then grace, when I saw how often I had failed.
Forgiveness arrived not as duty, but as freedom.
Compassion walked in without a word,
and sat beside my judgments until they dissolved.
Healing came slowly — to my body first.Then the fractures within.
Love no longer demanded to be returned.It became who I was.
Then came freedom — freedom from darkness, from striving, from needing anything outside to be whole.
And hope — hope stayed when all else fell quiet.
And now I dwell in peace and quiet — not just in my surroundings, but in the centre of who I am.
I used to chase purpose.
Now I carry presence.
What once were lessons are now the furniture of my being.
They live in me — these attributes of Heaven - and they go where I go.
The Last Veil
I’m not waiting for the world to change.
I’m not looking for a door to open,
a calling to begin, or a platform to stand on. I’m waiting for the moment when dust meets divinity.
When the last veil is lifted —
and what has been hidden is no longer withheld.
This isn’t about movement.
I’ve walked the wilderness.
I’ve waited in silence.
I’ve died to everything that could die.
This is about resurrection.
The kind only God can do.
The soul has been refined.
The heart, made still.
Now, the body groans — not for escape,
but for transformation.
Not to be used, but to be unveiled.
Creation waits.
I wait.
Not in striving —
but in quiet readiness.
Glorify me, Lord, with the glory I had with You before the world was.
Change begins not in the shout, but in the step — walk it, breathe it, become it.
