ૐ Today, I choose to be real—not perfect, not untouchable, but transparent with my soul.
For years, I crafted an image: poised, confident, and in control. I wanted the world to see a woman who had it all together. Yet beneath that bright exterior lived a quiet ache—a longing to simply be without performance.
From The Secret, I learned the power of positive thought and manifestation. And for a time, it worked. I built a beautiful life that looked radiant from the outside. But somewhere along the way, I lost sight of the truth that healing begins on the inside. My ego, hungry for approval, paraded as strength. I told myself, “I must be strong. I cannot cry. I must look good, or others will judge me.” That became my unspoken mantra, and it silenced my heart.
The ego, I’ve learned, seeks validation; the soul seeks liberation. When I finally grew weary of the mask, I turned inward. Meditation and stillness became my teachers. They led me into the darker chambers of emotion I had long denied—the grief, the doubt, the fear—and taught me that authenticity is not perfection. It is permission: permission to feel, to fail, to rise again without shame.
In learning to face myself, I discovered love—not the kind that demands approval, but the quiet, unconditional love that accepts every part of who I am. Every wound became a teacher; every challenge, a chance to grow. Seventeen years of inner discovery have revealed that the path of truth is not easy, but it is always worth walking. Gratitude now anchors my steps; honesty lights my way.
According to Arogya Yoga School, authenticity resonates at a frequency near 700 Hz—a realm linked to enlightenment and divine connection. Love vibrates at 528 Hz, the frequency of transformation and healing. When we align with both, we no longer chase light—we embody it.
So today, I return home to myself.
To truth over image, presence over performance.
To love without condition.
To the quiet, radiant power of being authentic.