About The Book
Beneath the skin of the cosmos, where stillness churns and light coils into form, unfolds a sacred reimagining of the ancient myth of Samudra Manthan—the Churning of the Ocean of Nectar—not as a tale of gods and demons, but as the inward rising of divine intelligence through the vessel of man.
In a world shaped by illusion and separation, a sacred current stirs within a chosen one: Prana. He is not a hero born of blood, but of breath—Christed and consecrated, yet veiled in flesh. His path is not conquest, but ascension. Guided by prophecy, haunted by shadow, and pulled by a yearning deeper than memory, he journeys inward through the twelve sacred lands—each a living embodiment of the chakras, each a realm of trial and transfiguration.
But this is not just a climb—it is a churning. The body becomes the ocean. The serpent becomes the stirrer. And the nectar is the Chrism—the anointing oil of divine resurrection—rising spineward like a whispered promise, unlocking sealed gates and buried truths.
From earth to ether, from ego to essence, Prana must face himself in all forms: as desire, as fear, as light, as lie. Along the way, he meets keepers and deceivers, gods and monsters, all of whom reflect pieces of the divine puzzle buried within him.
This is more than a myth. It is a guide for the awakening soul. A blueprint of divine biology. A mirror for those ascending from suffering into sovereignty.
True divinity is not in escape, but embodiment. To churn is to become.
Will you rise through the gates?
From the Author
This book is a metaphysical reweaving of the ancient Samudra Manthan myth—told not as distant legend, but as a sacred metaphor for the inner resurrection of the Christ Conscious self. Here, the churning of the ocean is the sacred process of awakening—the kundalini rising, the oil of anointing ascending through the body’s temple toward God’s throne within.
The story of Prana is deeply personal. It came to me during a season of prayer, purification, and divine recalibration—when I began to understand that Christ’s teachings were not just moral instructions, but a roadmap embedded in our biology. The chakras are not pagan idols, but divine lamps waiting to be lit. The serpent is not evil—it is the stirrer of stillness.
Throughout this journey, I held fast to the Trinity—God, Christ, and the Holy Spirit—especially as I shed former beliefs, endured spiritual warfare, and disentangled myself from dissonant systems and generational harm. In seeking truth, I was refined. In facing darkness, I remembered light.
This book is my offering to all who feel the sacred stirring—to those ready to climb the inner mountain, to remember the temple within, and to reclaim the divine frequency etched into their soul.
May this story be a roadmap, a churning, and a call. The nectar awaits.