Your Frequency Matters

Our addictions to nationalism and nationalistic agendas must end.

We must stop fueling the fire for nationalistic ideologies that continue to fragment and diminish us.

I had this dream last year. I was a speck of light in the Milky Way Galaxy, flying away from planet Earth, a place I called home for so many lifetimes.

And the last thing I remember saying to myself was this: “It was a great experiment, this place, where so many people I love existed. And now… now it’s over.”

Many of you know that I’m quite intuitive. I’ve had many small and big premonitions over the last few years—seeing exits before they happened, a crack in a plane window before we boarded, and even the LA fires months before they began. I don’t say this to prove anything, only to contextualize what I feel coming. Because what I see ahead of us is real, and we still have time to shift it.

And yes, one person, one choice, one moment of elevated consciousness can change the collective frequency. We ripple outward in ways we cannot yet see.

Disclaimer: I am not a political scientist. I am sharing this as a steward of consciousness, not a debater of polarities. I track energy. That’s it.

That said, I believe with all of me that nationalist rhetoric and media-fueled tribalism will lead us to global self-destruction.

These pendulums, these systems of energetic extraction—have co-opted our free will and narrowed our minds into narratives about land, culture, and ideology.

We’ve forgotten what it is to be human. Many people genuinely believe their entire sense of self is defined by a single nation, a single lifetime, a single identity.

I don’t care about your country in the same way I don’t care about my country. I care about you, dear reader—the human being. This radiant packet of energy who just so happened to be born on this planet at the same time as me.

A person who breathes the same air, who probably wants so many of the same things out of life. Peace. Love. Safety. Beauty. Connection. A person who is, quite literally, sharing the same recycled breath of this Earth.

I know some of you will say, “But you don’t understand. My country was attacked. We have to defend ourselves.”

And to that I say: I do understand.

I am the child of Iraqi immigrants who fled dictatorship. I grew up watching wars that shattered people I loved. The Iraq War left a wound in the American psyche, and a devastating karmic imprint on the planet.

Everything we do is accounted for energetically. War isn’t just physical—it imprints trauma into the collective field. And like a stone cast into water, the ripple always returns.

Eventually, I realized I couldn’t keep fighting pendulum with pendulum. I had to zoom out. I had to shift my energy toward unity consciousness and away from narratives that depleted my ability to create the world I know is possible.

Forgiveness became the only path forward.

I think of the South African woman, post-apartheid, who faced the man who killed her son and told him, “I have no one left. I want you to visit me, and I will adopt you as my son.” That is the kind of spiritual power we need now. That is the kind of radical, courageous love that births new paradigms.

I believe each of us is part of a cosmic family. You are not a soldier for a flag. You are a divine spark, a living prayer, a microcosm of the whole.

And I believe this: no one wins in a zero-sum war game. Especially not on a dead planet.

If we want to evolve beyond endless conflict, we have to elevate our frequency. We have to shift from fear to forgiveness. From division to possibility. From nationalism to cosmic kinship.

I do not know the full answer. But I know this much: your frequency matters. My frequency matters. Each act of compassion, forgiveness, and clarity has weight.

So please, zoom out. Begin to imagine a different way. Because when we can imagine it, we can start to live it.

With love, Yasmeen