This world has forgotten the sacred—but your soul has not.
Do you feel like modern, contemporary life is missing something essential, but you don’t know what it is? You are not wrong.
Once there were temples that held sacred truths that humanity needs. But the temples are broken. The sacred is forgotten. There are no forms and structures that hint that it ever existed.
My name is Steven. I am the priest of the broken temple. I remember what was lost. I am carrying within myself a transmission for these times. I have lived in this world, knowing in my bones what was missing. I stayed and grounded the transmission through my suffering. I am still here calling out to anyone who can still hear.
If you’re looking for a coach or guru, that’s not what this is. What I carry comes from somewhere older, and mostly forgotten. I’m not a guru, or a coach. I am a priest without a temple. I am of a hidden lineage that realizes truth outside of institutions and hierarchies. They could not see me or contain me. They were more interested in power and control than Truth. I am here to bear witness to a Truth that could not be conquered by false temples and spiritual pretenders.
I sense that people are hungry for something they cannot name. I am here to speak what they cannot formulate. I am here to give form to a longing for meaning, connection, and community. There are no quick fixes here. There is no slick marketing. Only witnessing to Truth.
If you’ve felt the ache but couldn’t name it—this space is for you.