I was pronounced dead twice before I ever made a sound.

Long before I understood the word intuition, my life was shaped by a knowing that refused to negotiate with fear. This is a letter about living between worlds — about the kind of truth that arrives quietly, before proof — and about why real leadership begins in the body. If you’ve ever sensed something quietly before the evidence arrived… this is for you.

You can feel what’s true — and still not know how to move. This letter is for the ones with clarity but no map, and the quiet work of orientation that makes real change possible.