Somehow, somewhere in the history of the universe, there was a moment that alchemized the ideal recipe for life on Earth. In our bones resides the lone and forgotten remains of this spark of creation. We are literally made of stardust. Our bodies evolved from a divine conception, a linking between human and spirit. We are made in the image of sacred geometry, a map and language of space. Earth reflects this to us-the plants, animals and land we choose to plunder. We in turn, reflect this truth to one another. Each particle, each cell is a piece of that map waiting for you to integrate it back to your consciousness. To seek is to remember, to remember is to metamorphosize the psyche.