Remember Your True Name

I was 15, a fierce girl from St. Louis, Missouri — and my friend had just snuck me into a rave in New Mexico. I watched her move through the crowd, introducing herself as Mars Stars, and something cracked open in me. I pulled her aside. "I need a name like that."

She turned to me slowly and said: "I'll tell you a secret. I didn't choose the name. The name chose me."

I didn't understand that for years.

I was nearly 19 — in my first apartment, deep in study, on a path that had started with a desperate prayer to save my father from cancer — when everything changed. I had a past life regression. And in that stillness, I heard something greater than myself speak clearly:

"You are the feminine divinity that holds all the masculine energy together. Like a mother. You are Trinity — the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, unified."

I had only ever heard the name Trinity through the Catholic church. It meant nothing personal to me. Until now — it meant everything.

Then my boyfriend at the time — who had been walking this healing path alongside me — looked at me after I said it. And he quietly said: "What? I'm Neo. My actual initials are N.E.O."

I had never seen The Matrix. I had only vaguely heard of it. So I watched it.

And I heard God ask me to create the next movement — something like a church, but without the chains of religion. A living, breathing sanctuary for those who were waking up. And in that moment, the name was born:

Here we are. And now, she takes her first breath.

— Trinity, Founder of Neotrine