
Summer
of
Love
Summer of Love
In this honest and poetic reflection, I share the highs and depths of my own spiritual ascension over the past year, through heartbreak, synchronicity, and surrender. 💛🌈☀️
A. T. "Tommy" Napoli
7/7/20252 min read
In this honest and poetic reflection, I share the highs and depths of my own spiritual ascension over the past year, through heartbreak, synchronicity, and surrender. 💛🌈☀️
A. T. Napoli
7/6/2025 - 2 min read


🪞This January, I found Zen transcendentalism and meditation... or rather, it found me, when I was ready to receive it. It’s no coincidence to me that the planned title for my second novel would be “Ascension” when, this year, I’ve experienced a forced spiritual awakening of my own. That the magic written into B*TCHCRAFT isn't fantasy: it's real.
Since this time last year, I’ve experienced the most peculiar synchronicities, oscillating between profound moments of touching Source/All/God, Unity, and Love, and then (T/W) descending into periods of despondency, lack, and suicidal ideation. When the ones I’ve loved the most have met me with so much hate, when my voice has been weaponized against me to punish and silence, peace had become something I learned to fear, and meeting the me I see in the mirror—the Me at the heart of it All—had become my greatest pain. Heart-Mind-Coherence meditation with ketamine helped release years of stored trauma and C-PTSD from my body, like the fading ring of a bell, so—yay d**gs! It started with a heartbreak—a flame I had met on the 4th of July—one that was steeped in desperation, unconsciousness, and lack. It finally ended with coming home to Myself in unconditional Love. ❤️🔥🎆
When everything that is happening is perfect exactly as it is, separation is an illusion, and you are never alone.
Below is a poem I wrote in just a few minutes after meditating, not out of despair, but in radical acceptance, surrender, and release. In a way, the old me has died; in many ways, writing has always saved me. Maybe there’s resonance in my words to be found—because
in the end,
in the now,
Our words are just
You speaking through Me.




Relate? Hate? When right or wrong are an illusion, both are valid and welcome. Please, let me know if you resonate in the comments below!
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