the frequency of truth

I speak truth. I always have. Sometimes because I see it clearly, I notice the little things no matter where I am. But I also feel it.

And this is where it gets wild. I can feel the truth without a conversation, without contact, without even being in the same room.

Truth is a complicated, often painful business, especially when spoken in places that prefer denial, lies, and illusion.
It can lead to loss. Loss of safety, loss of friendships, loss of loyalty, loss of belonging.
In some places, it can even cost you your life.

I have lived through some of these losses myself. Not my life, obviously, but situations that could have broken me if I had not already built resilience.

Look at what happens to journalists in Gaza. Look at what happens to whistleblowers. Look at what happens to women online who dare to point out injustice in race, sexism, and culture.

Most people are more comfortable believing nothing is wrong than facing the reality of soulless behaviour.
And when you name truth in toxic environments, environments that thrive on power, denial, gaslighting, manipulation, and looking away, guess what becomes the problem?
Not the behaviour itself.
The problem becomes the person who speaks about it.

Imagine being someone who sees and speaks truth, surrounded by people who:
– blame you for feeling instead of questioning their own responsibility
– hold you responsible for the collapse of a relationship you were barely part of
– withdraw promised support because your honesty makes them uncomfortable
– call a lawyer instead of a therapist when confronted with the harm they caused, especially in a child’s life

It is like watching someone punch a mirror instead of looking into it.

Truth can feel unconventional. It can feel misplaced. It can feel dangerous. And yet, I believe it is the only thing that can set us free, because truth carries one of the highest frequencies there is. It is pure alignment with what is real, and nothing resonates more powerfully than reality without distortion.

I have spoken truth in places where it was easy to make me look like the crazy one. Because of timing, because of intensity, because it was simply more comfortable than facing it.

The thing is: truth reveals a person’s true colours faster than anything. And how you handle it says more about you than almost anything else.

And here is the craziest part: love changes nothing in these situations.

When faced with truth, even the people who once swore they loved you, who praised you in rooms you were not in, who gave you everything, can become your worst enemies.

And here is what I have learned.

Speaking truth is not a choice for me. It is a way of breathing. It is the only way I know how to live without betraying my own soul.

It does not matter how much love you carry in your heart, how much beauty you offer, how much proof you have. When people are not ready to face themselves, they will turn your light into an offense. They will say your tone is wrong, your timing is wrong, your way of delivering it is wrong. And they will use that as permission to close their hearts to you or even blame or attack you,

It is easier for them to rewrite the story than to admit they were seen.

So I have stopped begging to be understood. I have stopped explaining my intentions. I have stopped making my truth smaller so that it can fit into someone else’s comfort zone.

Truth will not fit into small spaces and never into small minds, hearts or souls.

If it is real, it will stretch, it will demand more air, it will shake the walls until the structure of the lie collapses. That is its nature. And it will set people free, free from living a life under the illusion of them being someone they never truly were.

And yes, speaking truth can leave you alone. It can strip away the hands you once held. It can pull you into a silence where you wonder if you were wrong to speak at all. But the silence after truth is cleaner than the noise of a room full of people pretending.

I have learned to love that silence. Because in it, I can hear my own voice without distortion. I can feel my own heartbeat without anyone else’s fear trying to set its rhythm.

Those who can meet truth without running will stay. Those who can meet truth and still choose to love you will become family. Everyone else was never truly with you.

And I would rather stand in truth with two people than live in illusion with a hundred.