An AI native app
You answer forty questions. It builds your ninety days out of what you said. Your practice, your books, your council, your mornings. Ask it anything at two in the morning and it answers you.
YQL90, short for Your Quantum Leap 90, is an AI native wellbeing app. You answer forty questions and it builds a ninety-day journey around your goals, your life stage and your daily rhythm. A circle of women walks it with you, and at the end you meet them in person.
Ancient wisdom, expert guidance and modern technology, in one place. Goddess-Grade Discipline.
No two journeys are the same. Yours is built from your own answers, and it is awake at two in the morning when the question actually arrives.
An app that knows you. A community that moves with you. A gathering of women at the end.
You answer forty questions. It builds your ninety days out of what you said. Your practice, your books, your council, your mornings. Ask it anything at two in the morning and it answers you.
You go through the ninety days with a group. Live gatherings the whole way. Real faces, real voices, women who know what day you are on. They are why you finish.
Twenty women. Somewhere worth the flight. By then you know each other’s voices. Ninety mornings of practice earns you a room, a long table, a fire that somebody else built.
They hold each other up. Pull one out and the rest lean.
Strength. Breath. Sleep. The ground the rest of it stands on, and the first thing you get back.
Attention, trained the way it was trained long before anyone called it focus. Fewer things. Deeper contact.
Practice from living traditions, each one named, each one sourced, each one belonging to somebody.
Sovereignty, in the practical sense. What you build. What you keep. What you hand on.
Forty questions. Then thirty days of doing less, on purpose, until you can hear yourself again.
The practices become yours. Strength arrives. A rhythm arrives. The council meets you wherever the day actually is.
It stops being a program and becomes how you live. On the last morning your own words from the first are read back to you.
Six traditions that disagree with each other. These six are where everyone begins. Swap any of them for another voice from the circle and the table becomes yours.
Where did I go?
“O you who are looking for her. Listen. The one doing the looking is the one you are looking for. She has been awake this whole time. She is the reason you cannot sleep.”
“Nowhere. She was covered over, one reasonable decision at a time, by a woman who was doing her best. Nothing has been lost. Something has been buried, and burial is not the same as death.”
“You did not go anywhere. You dried out. This is a crisis of moisture. Water. Sleep. Green things. Sun on your skin before noon. Then ask me again in three weeks, and it will be a different question.”
“You did not go. You were taken. Something has been eating you and you already know its name. Say it out loud. Then give it a date. Thirty days.”
“Two arrows have struck you tonight. The first is the missing. The second is the shame of asking such a question at two in the morning, at your age, with your life. Put the second one down. It was never yours to carry.”
“You are asking this alone, in the dark, on a screen. In my tribe we would not. You have relatives. Some of them still see her clearly. Go and ask one of them what she was like.”
The circle is wider than the table. No two women finish the ninety days with the same six.
Six answers. Not one of them agrees with another about what the problem even is. You are the one who knows which of them you need tonight.
Every voice names her own lineage in her own words. The disagreement is where the guidance lives.
A sanctuary in your pocket.
The Original AI is Ancient Intelligence™
We run the ninety days. We are on the calls. At the retreat we are the ones who set the table.
Fifteen years of retreats in Hawaiʻi. Seven of them at a centre I built and ran myself. Twenty years inside wisdom traditions, taught by the people who hold them.
I hold the shape of the ninety days. The groups, the gatherings, the rooms. If the fire is lit when you arrive, I lit it.
Doors open December 2026. The first group begins in January. The waitlist hears first and founding places are limited.
One email when the doors open. Nothing else.