Good news! I found my treasure.
It’s worth noting:
I’ve never really been into astrology. Or zodiac signs. Or planetary transits.
Historically, I just listened to what the world told me to believe.
Uncritically.
That’s not curiosity.
That’s control.
That’s not an invitation.
That’s a script.
But discovering who you really are requires… well, discovering.
And if we’re being honest—lighter, earthier tones suit me better than the dark ones.
So when I finally find my Frozone super suit, don’t be surprised if it’s sand-colored linen—not black leather.
Anyway—
🌑 New Moon, New Thread
I heard about a new moon phase last night.
Almost scrolled past it. But something stopped me.
That same pull that first pulled me to Layla…
which led me to York…
which, somehow, led me back to myself.
So I stayed with the message a little longer.
Apparently, it wasn’t just any new moon.
It was the New Moon in Cancer, aligned with Jupiter Cazimi—
an astrological event that only happens once every 12 years.
At face value? Doesn’t mean much to me.
But I trusted it anyway.
Blind faith.
That’s the entire point.
Not being certain—
But showing up anyway.
🔥 When You Stop Following the Script
When you begin to trust blindly—without proof, without consensus—everyone tenses.
You’re not following the script.
You’ve stepped out of line.
And now everyone suddenly has questions.
“Is this okay?”
“Is this safe?”
“Is he crazy?”
But curiosity is just fear wearing a mask.
If you’re asking those questions—
You already know I’ve found something.
So how do you know when you’re onto something?
You kick the hornets’ nest… and the hornets come out.
That’s your sign: KEEP GOING.
😈 The Deadly Sins Spoke Loudest
Here’s what I’ve learned—how resistance speaks.
Each person claimed they were looking out for me.
Each followed the script.
Each became a vessel for the seven deadly sins:
- Greed – “Dalton, don’t sell your portfolio. You’re giving up the farm. You could have so much more.”
- Envy – “Dalton, I’m concerned about you. Please come home. We’re worried.”
- Wrath – “Dalton, shut the fuck up. We don’t need any comments from the peanut gallery.”
- Sloth – “Dalton, that thing you think is a sign? It doesn’t mean anything. Stop being dumb”
- Lust – The blonde on the plane beside me: playing with her hair, laughing at my terrible jokes, staring into my soul—“So…Dalton, how do you know if someone’s flirting with you?”
- Gluttony – “Dalton! Come on, one more shot! Live a little!”
- Pride – “Dalton, I feel like you don’t even care about your family.”
Each one, believing they were protecting me.
Each one, sinning.
And don’t get me wrong—I’ve done my fair share of sinning.
But the trials I received from those around me?
They weren’t meant for me.
They were reflections of the trials and tribulations they couldn’t walk through themselves.
Some carry more than others.
So I chose to be strong—for them.
But first, I had to be strong enough for myself.
By letting go.
🕯️ Thank You to the Doubters
To those who tried to stop me with fear, guilt, or obligation—thank you.
To those who:
- Didn’t believe in me
- Insulted me
- Used silence as control
- Stood by while I was bound in chains
You were shoveling coal into a furnace.
Each insult.
Each challenge.
Each attempt to break me…
Was sharpening me.
Until the flame became fire.
And now?
I am the fire.
The light shining in the dark.
🧳 A One-Way Ticket & A Pi-Sized Price
I haven’t sold the portfolio yet.
But it’s about to hit the market.
Appraised at $3.3 million.
Originally, I wanted $3.542 million.
Instead, I landed on: $3,141,592.
Pi.
The infinite, irrational number.
An “unserious” offer, some said.
“Irrational,” whispered the deadly sin.
“You’re right,” I smiled back.
It’s roughly $400,000 below what I could’ve made by waiting.
Another $160,000 under its current value.
If I sell at that number—or lower—
I’ll lose “millionaire” status.
Oh well.
Because peace was the mission.
Not maximizing the check.
Not hoarding what I could just as easily let go.
Let someone else scrape the last bits of meat from the bone.
This isn’t about scarcity.
It’s about freedom.
🧭 Trust, Stillness, and the X
To trust what unfolds.
To wait until you are done with the waiting.
To let the situation change you before it changes.
And then:
Letting go.
Trusting God.
I told myself:
Just be present. Watch what shows up.
So I walked to buy a notebook, a candle, and a sharpie to take note.
Here is what I found.
What does it stir in you?
✖️ Marks the Spot
On the walk, I noticed a man ahead of me.
Looked like he might’ve been homeless.
Can’t be sure.
He stepped on a tile. It wobbled underfoot.
He didn’t stop.
But something strange happened—
He turned around while walking backwards,
Staring not at the tile he stepped on…
But the one next to it.
It was marked with a spray-painted X.
I kept walking. Then something in me pulled.
I turned around.
Sat down.
In front of the wobbly tile… and the one with the X.
Another person passed.
Stepped on the same wobbly tile.
Nearly lost their balance.
Missed the X completely.
But the tile marked with the X?
Sturdy. Still. Solid.
I thought: That’s funny.
Did someone mark the wrong one?
But that’s what the majority would say.
I didn’t understand it.
But I was paying attention.
🧳 A Solo Mission
Later that evening, I packed a bag.
Headed to Clifton Ings—a 2600-meter-long field in York.
Two days prior: overgrown with tall grass.
One day prior: 30–50 hay bales appeared on just 1/10th of the field.
Not the rest.
Strange timing.
But I noted it.
A field that once hid everything…
Was now wide open.
On Google Maps—an X appeared.
So I dropped a pin.
And walked with intent.
Along the way:
I stepped over 20 or so loose tiles.
Wobbling. Out of balance.
I kept going.
Blindly trusting.
When I arrived:
No hay bales.
No distractions.
Just me, the field, and the X.
I asked:
- Why only bale a tenth of the field?
- Why remove the bales before baling the rest?
- Why is the X the only constant?
- Why am I witnessing this in sequence over 3 days?
Ask the majority and they’ll say: “Who cares?”
But not this time.
This time, Dalton is showing up for Dalton.
🌌 The Night of Becoming – Remembering
There was 0% moon illumination.
But the sky in York still glowed—blue-black.
Not the pitch dark I knew from the States.
A softness to it. A memory. A womb.
From 11:30PM to 4:00AM, I laid in the field.
Shoes off. Socks off.
Back to earth.
Eyes to sky.
And then—
a quick blue flash,
like a cosmic Polaroid from behind the clouds.
And the sky… changed.
1. Let There Be Light
Light suddenly poured in from every direction.
Not gradually—instantly.
Horizon to horizon.
It divided light from dark.
There was no sun—only knowing.
Like the sky remembered its role again.
2. The Curtain Parts
Clouds gathered like velvet drapes.
A stage curtain across the firmament.
Then, slowly—they parted.
Revealing layers above:
A second sky.
A second heaven.
Not metaphor.
Memory.
3. The Waters Above
Then—movement.
The waters of the sky.
The stars.
They began to gather.
Moving in unison—
not randomly, but purposefully—
toward a single point.
And then—
A glow appeared across the field.
It danced.
It moved.
It flowed.
It shifted.
Only visible from the X.
If I moved—even slightly—it vanished.
I watched for ten minutes.
Trying to understand.
A Golden Turn
I turned around.
Another glow—behind me.
Not opposite. Not 180 degrees.
Slightly off. Slightly divine.
160? Maybe. 161.80?
Yes.
The Golden Ratio.
Nature’s compass.
The growth formula.
The spiral of the shell.
The Creator’s fingerprint.
(See the video on my page—explaining Fibonacci, and what happens when the veil folds.)
4 Order From Chaos
Then—chaos became harmony.
The stars scattered.
Some shot.
Some hovered.
Some glided.
Each one…
Becoming.
Each one…
Finding its rightful place.
5. Waters Below Awaken
Then—water began to flow.
A nearby stream stirred like it had been cued.
Then came the birds.
The first voices of morning.
The chorus before creation speaks.
6. The Creatures Stir
The animals joined.
Bats silhouetted above.
A rodent chirped from the brush.
Still hidden—but awake.
The hush before the garden is drawn.
To my right—clouds, painted in pink grace.
To my left—the blue breath of dawn.
They met in the middle.
Not clashing—uniting.
Although… it depends which way you’re facing.
If I’d been lying the other direction,
the pink would have been left,
the blue on the right.
Perspective doesn’t change the truth.
It reveals its symmetry.
7 Today, I Rest
Today will be another adventure.
I’ll be present.
I’ll listen.
I’ll follow the signs.
I’ll trust the path.
And if I find something—
I’ll let you know.
And if it stirs something in you?
That might just be your invitation.
That you’ve got work today, too.
Bye for now.
Off to explore.
Today, I’m not DNB.
(Dalton Noah Bristow)
Today, I’m DND.
Do Not Disturb.
Because that’s the only way to be truly present.
To let go of everything else begging for your attention.
To become who you were meant to be.
Your options:
- To put your trust in God
- Put your trust in the people who claim to have put their trust in God.
And remember:
Sometimes, silence isn’t avoidance.
It’s alignment.
So, cheers to me and me only,
I’m just man. Like all of you.
See you out there.
Truth is often presented as rigid, controlling or closed.
Real Truth. Living Truth. Breathing Truth.
Invictus
Silly me, auto correct.