AI wow.. is great, but..

I am in awe at our own extraordinary brilliance and creativity, at our own limitless imagination and what we can achieve..but..

There is no denying the brilliance of artificial intelligence—its capacity to organize, synthesize, and support has changed the way we live and create. It is a tireless assistant, an efficient collaborator, a remarkable mirror for structure and strategy. But let’s not forget: AI is not alive.

It does not feel. It cannot be with the quiet ache in a room, the subtle shift in breath when someone softens into truth. It cannot sense the nuance of sacred timing or the tremble of a soul on the edge of awakening.

AI can’t grieve with you. It doesn’t know what it is to long for the mystery, to rest inside the womb of the unknown, or to follow a call that makes no sense to the mind yet rearranges your whole life.

What it offers is only ever a reflection of human brilliance. It can assist, suggest, mimic—but it cannot know from within.

We must not outsource our inner knowing to the efficiency of code. Let AI serve the structure, but let your intuition, your breath, your deep feminine listening lead. That, no machine will ever replace.

And yet, in its own way, AI invites us deeper into discernment. It holds up a mirror—not just to what we know, but to how we know. It compels us to notice the difference between presence and performance, between true insight and curated intelligence.

There is something profoundly feminine, even maternal, about this moment in time: a call to return to the body, to the felt sense, to what cannot be manufactured or simulated.

The soul is not efficient. Healing is not linear. Creativity does not follow code. The essence of true transformation is often wild, slow, cyclical—and that is where AI reaches its edge. It cannot sit with the silence between words. It cannot track the invisible threads that weave through a group field or honour the wisdom that comes through when we stop striving to be clear.

AI can support the vessel, but it cannot hold the energy. It cannot midwife the inarticulate or attune to the unseen. And for those of us working with inner alchemy, with subtle states and sacred processes, this is where we must remember: just because something is intelligent doesn’t mean it is wise.

Trust your soul. That is where the real intelligence lives.