Greenlights
Captured by Mitchell Royel and now playing: Greenlights by Krewella.
In the tapestry of life, we often find ourselves at crossroads, searching for signs to guide our way. Like a cosmic dance floor, the universe flashes its green lights, beckoning us to move forward, to embrace the rhythm of possibility.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
— Jeremiah 29:11
Pulse of Progress
Imagine standing at the heart of Tehran, the air thick with history and the promise of tomorrow. The green lights flicker in the distance, a silent call to action. They whisper, “It’s time to go, go, go!” And in that moment, you realize that progress isn’t just about moving forward—it’s about moving together.
“Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up.”
— Ecclesiastes 4:9-10
As the beat drops, you find yourself transported to the bustling streets of Mumbai. The chaos is beautiful, a symphony of life in motion. Here, the green lights are everywhere—in the eyes of strangers, in the honk of auto-rickshaws, in the flutter of pigeons taking flight. They’re telling you, “Don’t stop, can’t stop, won’t stop!”
Rhythm of Unity
The journey continues, and suddenly you’re walking the ancient paths of Jerusalem. The stones beneath your feet have seen millennia of conflict and reconciliation. But tonight, they’re illuminated by a string of green lights that stretch across divides, reminding us that we’re all part of the same grand design.
“Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.”
— Ephesians 4:3
In this global pilgrimage, you begin to see that these green lights aren’t just signals—they’re a universal language of hope. They’re the heartbeat of humanity, pulsing with the message that we’re all connected, all moving to the same cosmic rhythm.
Dancing Towards Dawn
As the night deepens, the green lights intensify. They’re no longer just guiding you; they’re pushing you forward, challenging you to break free from the shadows of doubt and division. You realize that every step you take is a choice to embrace unity, to dance towards a new dawn.
“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden.”
— Matthew 5:14
The music swells, and with it comes an epiphany: we are all light-bearers, capable of illuminating the path for others. In the glow of understanding, borders fade, and differences dissolve. We are one people, one heartbeat, one hope.
Tips for Embracing the Green Lights in Your Life
Seek Unity in Diversity: Like the varied cultures of Iran, India, and Israel, find strength in our differences.
“There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” — Galatians 3:28
Move with Purpose: Let every step be intentional, guided by the green lights of your inner wisdom.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.” — Proverbs 3:5-6
Cultivate Connection: Build bridges, not walls. Reach out across divides to foster understanding.
Embrace the Journey: Life’s path is rarely straight. Trust the winding road and the green lights that guide you.
Be a Light for Others: Share your inner glow. Your actions can be the green light someone else needs.
Dance to Your Own Rhythm: While moving in unity, don’t forget to honor your unique beat.
Practice Patience: Not all lights turn green at once. Trust in divine timing.
“But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.” — Romans 8:25
Celebrate Progress: Every green light is a victory. Acknowledge how far you’ve come.
Stay Open to Miracles: The most beautiful green lights often appear when you least expect them.
Remember Your Oneness: In the spirit of unity, recognize the divine spark in every soul you encounter.
As the first rays of sun break through, you stand transformed. The green lights have led you to this moment of clarity, this beautiful realization that we are all part of something greater. In the unity of our shared humanity and the love of Christ, we find the strength to face whatever comes next.
So when you see those green lights flashing, don’t hesitate. It’s time to move, to groove, to prove that together, we can create a world that pulses with the rhythm of love and understanding. Go, go, go—towards the light, towards each other, towards hope.
-Gospel Glamour
Raw Truths from the Bathroom Floor
Captured by Mitchell Royel | When the world crumbles around you, sometimes all you can do is surrender to the moment. The tears, the truth, the transformation—it all begins when we stop fighting what's breaking us open. Now playing: "Worst Case (Explicit)" by 3LAU & CXLOE
We've all been there. Mascara-streaked cheeks. Snot running. Sitting on cold bathroom tiles at 2 AM because somehow, the bathroom is where we go when our hearts are breaking open.
The universe has a way of dismantling everything we thought was solid. The relationship. The job. The diagnosis. The betrayal. The financial collapse. Whatever flavor of catastrophe has shown up at your door uninvited.
And here we are. Bathroom warriors. Toilet paper roll as our only witness.
We cry until our eyes swell shut. We bang our fists against the wall. We ask "why" until our throats are raw. We text people we shouldn't. We contemplate tequila for breakfast.
This is the real spiritual work, loves. Not the sunshine-and-crystals version. This is the gritty, snot-running, can't-catch-your-breath transformation that nobody posts on Instagram.
Here's what we do when everything burns to the ground:
We honor the bathroom floor phase. Stay there as long as needed. The cold tiles have held millions of broken hearts before yours. They can hold you too.
We call our truth-tellers. Not the toxic-positivity pushers. The ones who'll say "This fucking sucks and I'm bringing over pasta."
We write it all out—the rage, the fear, the shame. Then burn it or flush it. Release the story so it doesn't become your identity.
We move our bodies, even when they feel like concrete. A walk around the block. A primal scream drive. Three minutes of dancing to that song that always breaks you open.
We find one tiny thing to do today. Brush teeth. Water plant. Send one email. Small steps create momentum when the big picture is too overwhelming.
We get radically honest about what we actually need versus what we think we should want. Sometimes rock bottom shows us we've been climbing the wrong mountain.
The truth? We're not meant to stay unbroken. We're meant to be cracked open so our real power can finally breathe.
That worst-case scenario that's currently kicking your ass? It's not your ending. It's your rebirth. Messy, painful, completely unfiltered—but still sacred.
So cry it out, loves. Snot and all. Then splash some cold water on your face. The world needs what only your broken-open heart can give.
-Ryder
NEWNESS
Captured by the soulful eye of Mitchell Royel, now vibing to 'Addiction' by Skyfall Beats.
Moving Forward, Without Closure
Beloved souls, let's gather 'round and delve into that sacred moment when we emerge from the shadows of a heart-wrenching chapter and step into the radiant light of newness. It's not always neat. It's not always pristine. But it's always, always transformative.
The Sacred Truth of Endings
Here's our collective truth: sometimes, chapters conclude without the satisfying closure we crave. They linger, leaving traces and echoes. No closure. No tidy ending. Just... sacred space.
And you know what? That's divine.
Embracing the Undefined
In that sacred space - that beautiful, awe-inspiring, undefined space - is where our newness begins. It's the cosmic pause between exhale and inhale. The moment before the phoenix rises. Our collective witching hour.
The Alchemy of Moving Forward
So how do we alchemize this shared heartbreak into gold? Here's our sacred recipe:
Feel it all: Every jagged edge, every unanswered question. Let it wash over us like a wave. Then let it recede.
Rewrite the narrative: We are the authors now. The story doesn't end with unanswered texts or ghosted goodbyes. It ends with us, rising.
Cultivate curiosity: What if this ending is actually the universe's way of ushering in something magnificent? Let's get curious about the possibilities.
Create relentlessly: Paint, write, dance, build. Creation is the antidote to stagnation.
Love fiercely: Starting with ourselves. Then let it spill over to others. Love is never a finite resource.
The Dawn of Our Era
This new era? It's not about forgetting or even fully healing. It's about growing so expansively that our past becomes a beautiful, but small, part of our vast landscape.
We're not just turning a page, beloveds. We're writing a whole new book. And it's going to be a bestseller.
Remember: The most profound endings don't come with closure. They come with openings - gateways to versions of ourselves we've yet to meet.
Welcome to our era of newness. It's been waiting for us.
-Ryder
Flying Without Permission
Captured by the distinguished photographer Mitchell Royel. Drawing inspiration from Puritan culture—an exploration of constraint and liberation, tradition meeting contemporary expression. A visual meditation on the layers we shed, both material and metaphorical, when we choose authenticity over conformity.
Now playing: Chainless - Tinashe (Official Music Video, YouTube)
A fable for the brave ones who dare to feel it all
There we were. Row G, seats 14 and 15. The auditorium smelled like old velvet and teenage anticipation, and the lights hadn’t even dimmed yet, but I could already feel my ribcage doing that thing—that hummingbird-trapped-in-a-Mason-jar thing.
Because they were three rows ahead.
We’d been orbiting each other for weeks. Hallway glances. Cafeteria geometry. That specific kind of mathematics where you calculate exactly which route to your locker will “accidentally” intersect with theirs. We were scientists of longing, and tonight—tonight—we were both here for the spring play, and the universe was either conspiring for us or laughing at us. Maybe both.
The Moment Everything Shifted
Intermission hit like a permission slip from destiny.
The lobby. The crowd. The terrible punch in plastic cups that tasted like somebody’s grandmother’s church social, and then—there. Eye contact that lasted three seconds too long to be casual. A smile that said I see you seeing me.
“Hey,” they said, and it was just one syllable, but it landed in my chest like a key turning in a lock we didn’t know existed.
We talked about nothing. Everything. The play (which we’d both already forgotten). The lighting (weird). The way the lead actor kept forgetting to project. But really, we were talking in a different language entirely—the one underneath the words, where our souls were having a completely separate conversation about recognition and electricity and oh, there you are.
That’s when it happened.
The chainless moment.
When we dropped the performance of cool. When we stopped pretching we weren’t absolutely magnetic to each other. When we let ourselves be seen—awkward laughs and nervous hand gestures and that raw, unfiltered thing that happens when you realize someone else’s frequency matches yours.
What First Love Teaches Us (Even Decades Later)
We forget that vulnerability is the actual superpower. That night taught me that the bravest thing we can do is let someone see us mid-flutter, mid-hope, mid-terrified that this feeling might not be mutual. Spoiler: it usually is.
We learn that timing is just another word for trust. We could’ve stayed in our separate orbits forever, but someone—one of us—had to say “hey” first. First love teaches us that sometimes the universe needs our participation.
We discover that crushes are just our intuition doing reconnaissance. That pull? That magnetic thing? It’s our inner wisdom saying, This person has something to teach you about yourself. Even if it doesn’t last forever (and most don’t), it lasts perfectly for exactly how long it needs to.
We remember what it feels like to be chainless. Before we learned to protect ourselves. Before we built the armor. Before we decided that being “too much” was something to apologize for. First love reminds us what it feels like to want without strategy, to hope without backup plans, to feel without footnotes.
The Fable Part (Because Every Truth Needs a Story)
There once was a bird who was born with invisible chains around its wings—chains made of what if and not yet and maybe someday. The bird could fly, technically, but never very high. Just high enough to be functional. Just high enough to be safe.
One day, the bird went to a gathering in the forest (a performance, let’s say—the squirrels were doing Shakespeare, and it was honestly kind of brilliant). And across the clearing, there was another bird. And when their eyes met, something impossible happened.
The chains dissolved.
Not because the other bird had magic, but because in that moment of true seeing—of being witnessed without judgment, without expectation—the first bird remembered that the chains were never real to begin with. They were made of fear dressed up as wisdom. Caution masquerading as maturity.
The two birds didn’t fly off into the sunset together. (This isn’t that kind of fable.) But the first bird never forgot what it felt like to be chainless. And from that day forward, they chose to live unshackled—not because love guaranteed anything, but because feeling fully was the whole point of having a heart to begin with.
What We Know Now (That We Wish We Knew Then)
The crush isn’t the destination. It’s the wake-up call. It’s our heart tapping us on the shoulder saying, Remember me? Remember what it feels like to WANT something? To FEEL something? To care about something beyond your comfort zone?
We don’t need permission to feel. Not from them. Not from our friends. Not from some cosmic authority on whether we’re “ready” or “worthy” or “cool enough.” We just need permission from ourselves.
The electricity is the point. Whether it turns into a relationship or just remains that one perfect night in the auditorium lobby with terrible punch—we got to feel fully alive. We got to remember that we’re not just walking through life. We’re participating.
For Us, Right Now
So here’s what we do with this:
We stop waiting for the perfect moment and realize we’re in it.
We let ourselves have crushes—at 15, at 45, at 75—because they keep us young in the only way that matters: they keep us feeling.
We practice being chainless in small ways every day. We send the text. We make the eye contact. We say “hey” in the lobby of our lives, even when it’s scary.
And we remember that every connection—every electric moment of true seeing—is teaching us how to love without armor, how to want without shame, how to be fully human in a world that’s constantly trying to make us smaller.
The chains were never real, beloved.
They never were.
Now go. Feel everything. Be chainless.
-Mitchell+Ryder
Radical Softness: Manifesto For You
Captured by the Christian Brotherhood w/ Mitchell Royel, the mesmerizing music video for Irina Shapiro's "Something About You" is now streaming on YouTube. The track, with its haunting melody and evocative storytelling, invites viewers into a deeply emotional musical journey, available for audiences to experience and connect with through the popular video platform.
Soul Resonance: The Magnetic Pull of Unspoken Truths
We are not just observers. We are conductors of energy, architects of connection.
There’s a frequency between us—something raw, something electric. We know this feeling. It’s the moment when “something about you” becomes a universe of possibility.
The Landscape of Intimate Discovery
We’ve outgrown the shallow scripts of connection. Our generation understands that true intimacy isn’t about perfection. It’s about radical presence.
Our Collective Wisdom
We are:
Seekers of authentic resonance
Alchemists of human experience
Navigators of uncharted emotional territories
The Alchemy of Recognition
When we strip away the performance, the carefully curated narratives, we discover something profound. A connection that doesn’t just touch us—it transforms us.
Our Invitation
To feel is to live.
To connect is to expand.
To recognize “something about you” is to unlock a piece of ourselves we didn’t know was waiting.
We are not passive. We are creators.
Stay curious. Stay open. Stay magnetic.
-Ryder