Did I Just have a Disclosure Day Experience in the Rice Fields of Chiang Mai, Thailand?
I am sitting in one of my favourite places to be, nestled away in a beautiful spot in Thailand. We have been coming here on and off over the past 3 years of continuosly dipping back to Asia. The villa, that we always return to is smack in the middle of the rice fields.
It’s literally called Palm Village. I am in Doi Saket, Thailand. A place I am very familiar with which, also happens to fall on my astrocartography chart.

If you aren’t familiar with astrocartography, it is essentially the astrology of location, a map that projects the planetary alignments from the exact moment of your birth onto the globe, revealing how different places carry distinct cosmic frequencies for you.
For me, the Neptune MC (Midheaven) line runs directly through this slice of Thailand. The Midheaven governs our higher calling and public life, while Neptune is the planet of mysticism, dreams, and spiritual depth. Having it run right through Doi Saket explains why this place has always felt less like a temporary stop and more like a sacred sanctuary for soul-searching and deep psychological renewal.
This morning the line between my internal study of the last few decades and the physical world disappeared. It wasn’t blurred, it was gone. If you would have told me a few hours ago that a conversation with a stranger would be a cosmic mirror for a trip I am taking in three weeks, I would have smiled and said, “Of course, that is how the frequency works.” But to experience that? That is a whole other kind of magic.
The Call, the Book and the Mirror
It all began with a random tutoring session. A new student boked a session, a young woman who selected me specifically she prefaced after thoroughly reading my ‘About Me’ because something in my bio touched her.
As we spoke, she opened up about the next big pivot in her life: she is leaving her home to go to Canada to study psychology. A total 180 from her engineering career. She is also studying and learning tarot. We tumbled down a rabbit hole discussing confidence, mindset, and the mysteries of human thought. She told me she had previously studied in London. The moment the word “London” left her mouth, a bell rang in my chest.
It wasn’t just a random chime; it was a geographic activation. As a first-generation Canadian born with British birthrights, London has always been woven into the fabric of my identity, but my astrocartography chart elevates it to a full-blown focal point of destiny. It’s a city I deeply love, it’s where Leon is from, and it is the exact energetic coordinate where I feel an undeniable calling to pitch my work to agents.
Beyond the personal and professional ties, London holds the historical frequency of my deepest obsessions, it is the very soil where Henry Sidgwick founded the Society for Psychical Research.
The Alchemical Couple
What fascinates me most about this history isn’t just the spooky phenomena; it is the breathtaking partnership of Henry and Eleanor Sidgwick. They were the ultimate alchemical match. While Henry brought the open-minded, philosophical curiosity, constantly asking what if, Eleanor brought a brilliant, razor-sharp mathematical mind.
Working alongside Nobel Laureates in physics, she was a fierce skeptic who actively busted fraudulent mediums, ensuring their research had absolute scientific integrity. Yet, after decades of rigorous data analysis, even she concluded that telepathy was a undeniable law of nature.
I love them because they prove you don’t have to abandon logic to explore the unseen. They didn’t want blind faith; they wanted truth. As I head to London, I am so eager to look further into their work and walk the very spaces where they married high science with the deepest mysteries of the human soul.
I have been to London before but this time with a completely different intention.
Hearing her mention the city wasn’t just a coincidence; it was a direct ping from the map of my own life blueprint, confirming that my inner world is about to externalize in the place where my lineage, love, and legacy collide.
I told her about Henry Sidgwick, the 19th-century philosopher, open-minded empiricist, and brilliant mind behind the founding of the Society for Psychical Research. I expected a blank stare given she majored in engineering. Instead, she paused, reached off-camera, and pulled his book off her shelf.
She already owned it.
That was the first collapse of the quantum wave function.













