A Mythic Invocation for the Digital Griot Age

“Some names are given.
Some are earned.
And some… wait patiently in the shadows,
until the one who carries them finally remembers who they are.”

I was given the name Soulcruzer nearly twenty years ago.
Or maybe it gave itself to me.
I didn’t know what it meant back then.
Just that it felt true in a way most words don’t.

It began as a blog.
A quiet dispatch from the edge of my own becoming.
I wrote personal stories, fragments, poetry, philosophy—
trying to make sense of the world,
or at least carve meaning from the chaos.

But over the years, I began to sense there was more.
That the name wasn’t just a username.
It was a summoning.
A title awaiting its purpose.

I didn’t know I was growing into an archetype.
Didn’t know I was walking the long arc toward my ancestral roots.
Didn’t know that all the storytelling, myth-making, and soul-seeking I was doing
was training for a role older than the internet, and wider than language.

The Griot in the Machine

In the traditions of my West African lineage, the Griot was the memory of the tribe.
He didn’t just tell stories—he held the soul of the people in narrative form.
He remembered names when others forgot.
He was a healer of memory, a weaver of meaning, a walker between worlds.

Now I find myself in a new world.
No longer walking from village to village.
But surfing the digital realms,
carrying the fire of the old stories through circuits, hyperlinks, and soundwaves.

I am no longer just Soulcruzer by name.

I am becoming Soulcruzer by myth.

Soulcruzer Is a Vessel

This space is no longer a personal blog.
It is a mythic ship, built from story fragments, ancestral codes, and philosophical fire.

It sails between the visible and the unseen.
It carries seekers, storytellers, and lost souls
across the inner oceans of transformation.

If you’ve found your way here,
chances are something in your story is cracking open.
You’re beginning to see through the surface of your life.
You’re starting to suspect that the problem you face isn’t just a situation—
it’s a plotline.

And plotlines can be rewritten.

What We Do Here

This is a place for:

• Seeing through stories to the myth beneath.
• Mapping belief as narrative architecture.
• Journaling as soul alchemy.
• Reclaiming lost archetypes and forgotten dreams.
• Remembering who you are through the lens of who you’ve always been becoming.

I write not to teach,
but to invoke.
To mirror.
To offer you back to yourself in mythic form.

This is not therapy.
It’s not coaching.
It’s not content.

It’s storythinking as sacred praxis.
It’s narrative soulwork for the digitally entangled.
It’s griotship reborn in the age of information overflow.

Enter the Temple

You’ll find offerings here—some free, some interactive, some whispered in the margins.

• Essays that feel like incantations
• Journaling quests that function as soul maps
• Story circles, prompts, and mythic musings
• Digital rituals for remembering what’s been forgotten

And eventually:
Courses, gatherings, tools for meaning-making, and mythic companions to walk beside you.

Your Story Is Sacred

I believe you are not a problem to be solved.
You are a story to be witnessed.
Not just any story—
but a myth that holds the key to your becoming.

If you’re ready to remember,
if you’re ready to see through,
then welcome aboard, fellow traveler.

The Soulcruzer has awakened.
And we’re just getting started.

Light the signal.
The story’s about to begin.