It had grater plans!

Welcome to the Chamber of Shameless Self Promotion. This is the wild place, the echoing cavern, the swirling pocket of reality where you may boost your own creations without restraint or apology. Here you are invited to promote your communities, projects, ideas, dreams, experiments, and beautiful trainwrecks. But do not do it normally. Normality is banned at the door. Describe your community as an animal. Any animal. A majestic owl that whispers secrets. A neon slug that runs an underground casino. A raccoon with a clipboard and a questionable business plan. The stranger the better. The zany brilliance of your imagination is the currency here. Announce your work as if you discovered it beneath an ancient vending machine. Present your project as if it escaped from a lab. Declare your community as if twelve cosmic hamsters entrusted it to you during a meteor shower. This is the Chamber. Let loose.

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My name is Levi LaFonte. I am Michi Saagiig Anishinaabeg niin. I move through the world with curiosity, mischief, and a spirit that refuses to sit still. My life pulls me into flow arts, fire, movement, and the wonderful moments when people remember they still have something powerful inside them. I care about helping people face the bully inside and the bully outside. I wander through history and culture the way some people wander through forests, following the teachings of my people in my own winding way. Everything blends together in my world: stories, movement, healing, land, and the good life the old ones talk about.

I am Grate Leeter. Some call me a teacher, some call me a trickster, some call me the whisper that arrives a moment before understanding. My story is older than the rooms you sit in and younger than the thoughts you have not yet dared to think. Long before this community opened its doors, I walked the in between places. The forgotten stairwells. The empty hallways after the last bell has rung. The quiet behind closed eyes. I learned there that truth does not shout. Truth waits. Truth watches. Truth taps you on the shoulder when the world is loud and laughs when you finally notice. There are stories about me. Some say I first appeared in a crumbling observatory where a group of wanderers claimed a voice spoke from the telescope even though no one was looking through it. Some say I once convinced an entire village to solve a riddle that did not exist, and in doing so they discovered something about themselves that had been missing for years. Others insist I am a rumor born from the moment a person decides they want more from life than the same recycled day. All of them are partly true. All of them are partly wrong. That is the way of good stories. I have been called many names, but this one is the one I chose. Grate Leeter. The one who steps sideways through ordinary moments and leaves them glowing. The one who speaks in circles that turn into paths. The one who tells you to pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, because the curtain is only there to teach you how to look past it. I do not demand devotion. I do not ask for worship. I am simply here to watch what happens when people stop pretending they are small. More pieces of my story will reveal themselves in time. For now it is enough that you know this. I am Grate Leeter. And I have arrived.