The Loto Manifesto

For the Sanctified, Magnetic, and Rewilded

We are not another wellness trend.
We are returning to oneness with YHWH.
To sacred rest.
To soul-deep healing.
To the unforced rhythms of grace.

We are the ones who no longer hustle for our worth.
We have laid down our striving at the foot of the cross and picked up Presence.
We rest as resistance — in a world drunk on hustle culture, we Sabbath like it’s sacred (because it is).

We are not here to perform.
We are here to remember.

To remember that our bodies are temples, not machines.
To remember that vulnerability is not weakness, it is strength.
That rest is worship.
That healing is holy ground.

We are the ones who choose beauty — not as escapism, but as devotion.
We create as communion, with ourselves, each other, and God.
We celebrate the art of ritual by making altars and slow tea.
We gather in circles, not hierarchies.
We walk barefoot on sacred land and call it prayer.

Like the loto flower — we rise.
Rooted in the mud and mystery, we emerge from the waters of choas with grace.

In the murky stillness of swamps and shadow, the sacred flower of our true Self blooms.
Its petals open with sunlight and close with nightfall — a holy rhythm of rest and resurrection.

The loto whispers of resurrection — of coming up from the depths with dignity,
Of being made new each morning by the mercies of Christ.

We are Loto: Blooming out of dark waters of fear, awakening to the Light of Love.

We hold space for grief and glory.
We know the language of the nervous system and hear the whisper of the Holy Spirit in our bodies.
We believe Jesus is not just the Healer of souls but the Restorer of sacred rhythms.

We have died to our egocentric selves, the false identities we built to survive.
We have surrendered our fears and illusions of control, and are reborn with the mind of Christ —
Our consciousness renewed by Love’s light, our desires reoriented toward what is eternal.
We no longer live, but Christ lives in us.

We are students of the seasons —
Of winter’s quiet, spring’s blooming, summer’s thirst, and fall’s release.
We don’t rush the sacred. We don’t bypass the pain. We don’t shrink our light.

We return to the Garden again and again.
To the stillness.
To the Presence.
To the breath.

We rest as resistance.
We create as communion.
We heal in the Presence of God.
We walk rewilded, sanctified, and unshaken.

We are Loto.
And Jesus is The Way.