History teaches us that victory is never granted to the half-hearted. Hernán Cortés, landing on the coast of Mexico in 1519, burned the ships that had carried him and his men. His message was clear: there is no retreat, there is no Plan B. We are here to conquer, and we will. The psychological weight of that choice forced commitment, courage, and clarity—and they succeeded.

We don’t need ships to burn, but we do need to burn the things in our lives that hold us back. Habits, relationships, fears, comforts, doubts, outdated dreams—whatever exists in our world that we no longer wish to carry into the battles ahead.

Because here’s the truth: there are no obstacles. Only agreements. Agreements with ourselves, with others, with the world, and sometimes even with the animals, landscapes, and dreams we attempt to conquer. Every “delay,” every “closed door,” every “challenge” is only as real as the contracts we hold with it.

A few years after Cortés’ conquest, Sir John Dee rose from the dead, obsessed with knowledge and the court of men, yet blind to the seraphic messages that could have guided him to act with the heart rather than the intellect.

He reminds us: expansion without heart is conquest without purpose. I see a reflection of this today—same wound, different intentions. Negativity cannot sway me because it feeds on hesitation, on fear of expansion. Positivity, on the other hand, is faith, hope, and certainty in the unseen.

When we approach growth, we must do so for the collective good, not for personal ego, not for a nation, not for power. Take the UK as an example—not as a stage for conquest, but as a laboratory of transformation. Even the most apathetic hearts can melt, can be alchemized, can flow like lava where stone once reigned.

So burn your ships. Burn the doubts, the fears, the unnecessary attachments. Step into the battlefield of your own life with the confidence that you are wholly committed. Watch how delays, opposition, and closed doors transform—not into walls, but into fuel for your path.

Let us test this energy together: save the moment when one firework shoots at 7pm, another at 8:30pm. Time is still, space is exhausted in this timeline, and new currents rush in tomorrow. 14-08-20-49-50-(26) + 1-9. Let’s see which way the energy flows, which path wins, one game is UK and the other IT. Should I move to the one that triumphs and start there? I jest—but the consideration alone makes the Devil smile.

Yes, we go again and really, if you’re here, you’re enjoying the ride just as much so let’s see what Space has in order for me today. It’s been a grateful path either way.

Victory is never given. Victory is chosen. And it begins with burning the ships. Let’s see if this new frequency is strong enough to bring the shortcut home, or we’ll continue with our path, just on the slower side.

At the end of the day, what’s life without making a fool of yourself?! I love it and I’d rather feel like a fool with sense, than a fool without it that thinks they’re secured in their 3D. Live like a fool y’all, it pays off, all the time, you know what they say “Nice guys always finish last”, remove nice and put underdog, or believer, or dreamer, or dedicated, just who you choose to be will always come to be, no matter when or how, just trust and if it doesn’t within the timing we offer to space, then we rearrange, negotiate, offer something new, whatever you need to stake your path.

Let’s give love to a word I once feared being called, not because I was, but because I came as the illusion of it thanks to how I channel myself. Be a Stalker to your own dreams and watch them fall in love with you.

ps: Hey, peeps and peeping Tommy’s, I’m not telling you to stalk people, dream bigger than just people please, that’s a nono. If you lose your sense of self, anywhere, anyhow, with anyone, just snap out of it and watch the universe give other dreams, or help you nurture older dreams. For me it’s my mission, to you whatever you feel called to, and if we share the same vision, then let’s join forces.

Tschüss.

SNW

#CourageToActEvenBeforeItsTime