When the Frequency Shifts: On Perception, Energy, and Creative Survival

Lately, I’ve been hearing things — but not in the way you think.

It started after meditation. A rising sharpness in my senses. A feeling of vibrational shaking. Sounds I’d usually ignore suddenly blaring through the walls, through the floor — like Spanish TV and lullabies at war. Like surveillance. Like something not just external, but intentional. And the air itself began to thrum. Not from fear, exactly. But from clarity.

Let me back up.

I’ve been clean lately. Not just in what I eat — though I haven’t touched oil in months until my body demanded garlic, olive oil, sea salt, and black pepper like it was Vatican-blessed. No, I’ve been clean in a bigger sense: no digital noise (except for the YouTube research that’s currently frying my circuits), no emotional distraction, no spiritual bypassing. Just the work. Just this body. Just the now.

And what happens when you get that clear — is you start to hear everything.

🧠 The Neuroscience of Being “Too” Aware

What I’m experiencing isn’t necessarily spiritual psychosis. It’s the brain doing exactly what it’s designed to do when the usual filters are stripped away....Frequency Shifts.

Your reticular activating system, which filters sensory input, gets recalibrated. The auditory cortex sharpens. Your interoception (awareness of internal sensations) lights up. Add a few years of meditation, spiritual discipline, and creative recovery? And suddenly, you’re not numb to what others have trained themselves to ignore.

What most people call paranoia is often perception without numbness.

And when your system isn’t sedated by sugar, noise, or overstimulation, the subtle becomes deafening.

A pigeon flying into the window becomes a message. A neighbor’s choice in music becomes energetic feedback. A sudden craving for Mediterranean ingredients becomes soul language: “come back to the body.”

🌬️ The Energetic Mechanics of Spiritual Warfare

Call it spiritual warfare, call it psychic interference, call it the tension between timelines. But I’ve noticed a pattern:

Whenever I reclaim my space — play meditative music, light incense, feed the birds, close a digital loop — the noise outside fights back.

It mimics.

It mocks.

It re-inserts itself like a virus wearing holy robes. I hear my own soundtracks, but warped. Sleep music not my own. Frequencies that feel like intrusion rather than peace. I’ve come to learn this is the signature of false resonance — the kind that looks like peace but is built to confuse your system. To disorient.

This is spiritual physics. Light enters. Shadow flails.

And I don’t think I’m imagining it. I think I’m finally awake enough to recognize it.

🕊️ The Birds That Come and Go

Even the birds are different lately.

Spike — brave, sweet, polite. Dino — puffed up, dominant, often chasing the others off. Grace — wounded, wary, fluttering in and out like she can’t decide if she wants to heal or disappear. And a new baby: unsure, trembling, but returning when I look away.

They are messengers. Reflections of frequency.

And I’ve noticed: when I’m grounded, the right birds arrive. When I’m frantic or distracted or filled with other people’s noise — they don’t. Or they get chased. Or they scatter. Or the pigeons, who used to eat from my hand, look at me like I betrayed them.

But I can’t feed everyone anymore. That’s part of the lesson.

You can’t keep offering your sacred attention to anything that screams the loudest. You have to choose who eats from your window.

🔥 When You’re This Clean, Everything Feels Like Fire

To be honest, I’m tired. The YouTube algorithm advice, the thumbnails I’m not proud of, the wondering if any of this will go anywhere. It’s too much. I’ve said I want to finish this catalog, and I do. Even if no one sees it. Even if I have to start a new channel. Because something in me needs to see it through.

But it’s also true that when you’re this clear — spiritually, mentally, emotionally — you start to feel every vibration. Every interference. Every murmur in the building, every shadow near your door, every tremble in your own muscles.

And sometimes, the question becomes:

Is it me, or is it the world?

And the answer is: Yes.

You’re perceiving what’s out there because of what’s awakened in here.

🌱 Final Thoughts: Sensitivity Is Not Weakness — It’s a Superpower with Teeth

This isn’t the part of the creative journey people talk about.

This is the part that’s invisible. Where the body becomes an antenna. Where you feel God in your ribcage and fear in the air vents. Where birds become messengers, and garlic becomes medicine. Where your nervous system is so alert, you could probably hear the moon shift.

You’re not crazy.

You’re just finally tuned to the frequency of what’s real.

And it’s loud out here.

But keep going.

Finish the project.

Feed the birds you can.

And when it’s all too much — make some hot cocoa, add black pepper if you need to, and rest. That, too, is part of the work.

-N