From the beginning of time, humanity has carried a pattern: when someone rises to speak a truth that challenges the powers of their age, they are often silenced, shunned, or destroyed.

Jesus walked this path. He spoke of a kingdom not ruled by Rome or temple elites, but a Kingdom within - a realm of love, freedom, and union with the Divine. He healed without permission, forgave without condition, and reminded people of their own power to commune with God directly. This message shook the foundations of political and religious control. And for that, he was crucified.

I didn’t go in searching for love. I went in searching for answers - for understanding, for healing, for some piece of truth that felt bigger than the small human box I’d been trying to live inside. The day of my most recent psilocybin journey, I set my space with care. A candle, a blanket, soft music that felt like a lullaby for my soul. My heart was open, but my mind was restless - whispering a hundred questions to the medicine before I’d even begun.

In the middle of a Utah truck stop, surrounded by thousands of rocks, I asked God for a heart-shaped stone - and within seconds, the Earth answered. This is the story of a quiet miracle, a sacred whisper from Spirit, and the simple magic that lives in the everyday… if we’re open to it.

This poem is for anyone who has ever struggled to put their truth into words. It’s for the quiet ones, the feelers, the empaths, the intuitives - those who communicate in vibration, not just language. “I wish You Could Hear My Frequency” is a soul offering, a reminder that even in silence, you are still speaking. Your energy is your expression. Your presence is your poetry.