I wrote a guide about Kabbalistic angels. Not the greeting card kind. The kind that held me together on a shelter floor in Tampa.
My first digital product is live:
https://ko-fi.com/s/3b24f08f56
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I wrote a guide about Kabbalistic angels. Not the greeting card kind. The kind that held me together on a shelter floor in Tampa.
My first digital product is live:
https://ko-fi.com/s/3b24f08f56
If you're out there today just trying to get through it — I see you.
Survive today. That's enough.
Full essay, free on Medium:
🔗 https://medium.com/@adontaimason/saturday-mornings-were-never-about-the-cartoons-1140a1823e6e
There was a night in Ybor City when I ran barefoot through flooded streets after being attacked in a public bathroom.
I lost my shoes somewhere in the water.
That was a Saturday.
Nobody tells you this about homelessness:
If you don't survive Saturday, you don't make it to the Tuesday 6am intake.
Resources have schedules. The streets don't.
The irony of Saturday mornings:
As a kid, I was annoyed when my dad called me away from cartoons to pick up sticks in the yard.
As a homeless adult, I would have given anything to hear his voice interrupting something again.
Saturday mornings used to mean X-Men at 9am on ABC and a bowl of cereal on the living room floor.
Then Saturday meant something else entirely.
New essay — free to read. Link below. 🧵
🔗 https://medium.com/@adontaimason/saturday-mornings-were-never-about-the-cartoons-1140a1823e6e
I spent all night refining and cleaning up my website. It's a constant work in progress.

"Stories of resilience, spirituality, and becoming. Adontai Mason writes honestly about life’s thresholds — from homelessness to hope, violin strings to tech and ancient wisdom.""Stories of resilience, spirituality, and becoming. Adontai Mason writes honestly about life’s thresholds — from homelessness to hope, violin strings to tech and ancient wisdom."
The cruelest lie poverty tells is that you deserved it.
The second cruelest is that nobody's coming.
Both are lies. We're already on the way.
When we remember that, we can honor inherent value beyond productivity.
We're not just workers or providers or users. We're ego being refined into gold. Into conscious connection.
This daily fight to see the human behind the metric? That's alchemy in motion. That's the sacred work.
Stop looking for what you can get. Start seeing who's actually there.
We're fractured by selfishness. By ego.
Kabbalah teaches that we're made of both—selflessness and egoism. The extremes destroy us, but that primal desire to exist? That's what fueled evolution from the first cell.
It's not a flaw. It's the design.