The Frequency of Love: A Springtime Awakening

Every spring, I’m captivated by the way bulbs push through the cold, hardened earth—fragile, fragrant, and impossibly brave.

How do they do it?

When I began gardening, I learned something that stopped me in my tracks:
Bulbs store energy through winter.
They don’t wither. They wait—silently gathering life-force inside their bodies until the conditions are right.
Then one day—it happens. The energy they’ve held in stillness bursts into bloom as they share their essence with the world.

Our quantum energy—the divine essence within us—is much the same.
Even when life is harsh, heavy, or cold, we can still store light inside.
And when the world needs more beauty, we too can rise—offering presence, warmth, and love. Sharing our highest vibration with those who need it most.

Earth Is the School. Love Is the Lesson.

In my decades of energy healing and spiritual study, I’ve come to understand that love is not just a feeling—it is a frequency. A living field that connects all things. It’s the universal constant beneath all soul lessons.

At the heart of attachment theory is a longing to be seen and held in love.
At the root of trauma is a terrifying severance from love.
At the peak of mystical union is a return to love.
In deep breathwork or psychedelic journeying, it is this we encounter when all else falls away.

Love is what remains.
It is what survives the collapse of ego, the cracking of the heart, the silence after grief.
It is the center of all life—and its absence, the center of all shadow.

But how do we live there?
How do we hold that frequency when grief rolls in? When our triggers are loud? When the world burns?

Learning to Love Myself: A Story of Devotion

I was 19 when I met Sharron—a fierce high priestess who carried the sacred feminine like a sword of truth. Under her guidance, I discovered energy medicine, past life regression, and quantum breathwork.

But the real initiation wasn’t technique. It was meeting myself.
In silence. In breath. In discomfort.

At the time, my inner world was fractured.
My body? Rejected.
My mind? A maze of judgment and trauma.
Meditation felt like punishment. I couldn’t even offer myself a kind thought, let alone love.

One day, I confessed.

And she said something simple that changed my life:
“If you can’t devote your practice to yourself yet, then devote it to someone you love—or someone who needs it.”

Immediately, I thought of the Aboriginal man near my home. Weathered. Soft-eyed. Sometimes smiling, sometimes silent. I didn’t know his story, but I felt his soul.

So, I began to breathe for him.

Each morning, I offered my presence to his.
My stillness. My love.
Not to fix, not to save—just to hold.

And something began to change.

The vibration of love, though directed outward, began to grow inside me.
Just like the bulbs—quietly storing energy through winter—I began to gather light again.

This became my blueprint.

When the World Feels Too Heavy

Over the years, I’ve returned to this method again and again.
When grief feels bigger than my body.
When the news breaks my heart.
When I stand face-to-face with someone whose energy feels… dangerous.

A public figure. An abuser. A parent. A betrayer.
Someone whose frequency is distorted by fear, trauma, or disconnection.

But if I meet fear with fear… I become part of the cycle.
Revenge feels righteous—but it never transforms.
Energetic contraction never brings reconciliation.
It lowers us. It hardens the heart.
It is self-harm disguised as justice.

As Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. so wisely said:

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

A New Kind of Power

The deeper truth is this: most people who cause harm aren’t evil.
They’re just out of sync with the frequency of love.
Just like I was.
Just like we all are, at some point.

Jesus said, “Love your neighbor as yourself.”
But perhaps the deeper invitation is:
As we learn to love ourselves, we create the capacity to truly love others.

This is sovereignty.
This is energetic mastery.
Not just autonomy—but vibrational alignment.

Because your vibration affects the whole.
And how you hold yourself… is how you hold the world.

Practice: Love Without Preference

So what if, just for today…

• You breathed for someone you didn’t understand?

• Someone who triggered you?

• Someone whose pain makes them dangerous?

What if you chose to rise instead of react?

What if you devoted your energy not to being right, but to being radiant?

Spring as Sacred Teacher

Nature doesn’t rush. She doesn’t need applause. She simply prepares in silence—then blooms.
She trusts the light inside her.
So can you.

You are a living transmission.

Your field is constantly broadcasting—through what you say, think, wear, share, feel, and consume.
Everything you choose becomes a note in your vibrational symphony.
And what you practice… persists.

At LIATI Institute (Love Is All There Is), we teach spiritual technologies that help you stay aligned—not just for a moment, but as a way of life.
Not as spiritual bypass, but as energetic truth.
Not to become someone else—but to remember who you already are. Your unique, vital, and irreplaceable essence is calling.

Now, let me be honest—when we first step onto the path of essence work, it shakes the very foundations of who we thought we were. It stirs up the false identities shaped by society, ancestral conditioning, and old survival strategies. At times, it feels disorienting—frustrating even—like dancing with two left feet in a rhythm we haven’t yet remembered.

But slowly, something shifts. We begin to find our stride. We reconnect with the quiet whisper of the heart. And we learn to soften toward the mind—not as the enemy, but as a loyal protector that’s tried to keep us safe through control, criticism, and armor.

Essence love is fierce. Alchemical. Unifying.
It’s the love that holds contradiction without collapse, that brings coherence to chaos.
It doesn’t coddle—it clarifies.
It doesn’t weaken you—it makes you whole.

So today, let’s all remember and PRACTICE!

Breathe for someone who forgot how to love.
Breathe for someone who needs it.
And if that someone… is you?

Breathe anyway.

The heart remembers what the mind has forgotten.

“As I walked out the door toward my freedom, I knew that if I didn’t leave all the anger and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison.”
— Nelson Mandela