07/18/2026
"Here’s what I know. We’re not helpless. Not even close. The moment we remember that we’re made of sunlight and soil and sound and cycles, we start to turn the tide. We don’t have to burn it all down to fight back. We start by coming home to our body.
To the Earth. To the ancient ways that never needed a charger or a software update.
Start your mornings outside. Get your bare feet on the ground even if it's just for five minutes. Let the sunlight hit your naked eyes before you ever look at a screen. That morning light is medicine. It tells your body it's safe. It sets your hormones right. It feeds your mitochondria and clears your head.
Want to know how we can fight back?
Turn off your Wi-Fi at night. Unplug the smart junk. You don't need your fridge talking to the internet. You don’t need Bluetooth in your pillow. You need quiet. You need dark. You need stillness when you sleep. That’s when your body does its holy repair work. Let it. Give it the chance.
Eat real food. Wild if you can. Simple. Unprocessed. Foods that don’t come with labels or barcodes. That aren't grown with glyphosate and haven't been tampered with, genetically. Drink clean water, not the stuff in plastic bottles, or coming from your tap. Get a filter if you need to. You are water, and your water is killing you, numbing you, making you sick.
Fast sometimes. It gives your system the rest it’s been begging for. Let the body burn through the gunk they’ve piled on us... and that we have willingly consumed. Fasting is how we empty out what doesn’t belong and make space for light to come in.
Build your house like a sanctuary. Use wood and stone and fabrics from the earth and plants. Bring back incandescent bulbs. And candles. Wrap yourself in the things that breathe, like wool, silk, linen, and h**p, and that don’t buzz and disrupt your electromagnetic field, like nylon, rayon, polyester and the other plastics do
Play music. In 432 hz. Sing. Out of tune is fine. Hum. It resets your vagal nerve and calms you down.
Dance barefoot on the kitchen floor... Or better yet, barefoot in the grass!
And breathe! Breathe in. Hold. Let it out. Slowly. Do it a few times. Your stress level drops. You regulate.
These are not silly things. They’re how we recalibrate the field. Your field. The collective field.
Talk to your neighbors. Teach your kids. Share what you know with gentleness, not fear. The fear is theirs. We lose our sovereignty divided and panicked. Our sanity, too. But when we speak with love and clarity and calm, it cuts through the fog like a tuning fork. Be that tuning fork.
And don’t forget to laugh and cry and pray and rest. All of it heals. All of it builds your frequency. When you’re in coherence, your body becomes a static-free signal. Your cells remember how to sing. That’s biology! And Physics, too. That’s REAL power.
Yeah. The game could be rigged. But we don’t have to play. We make our own game now. One rooted in Earth, the earth's food, light, breath, rhythm, love, and truth.
And the best part? It’s already inside us! It's already around us. Our mother is waiting with open arms, ready to support us, to provide for us. She is yearning to connect. She welcomes the prodigal son home.
Let’s walk it together, barefoot and fierce. Let's plant gardens and share our zucchini. It’s time for you, for me, to remember our power. It's time to step into our roles as creators. It's time for us to turn on our light. (As I learned by living in the south for a lot of years, when I flipped the on shed light, the roaches would scatter!)
Darkness has no safety in light. Period.
We came here for this time, beautiful souls.
Stand up.
Unite.
And, most of all...
Turn on your light and
LOVE!
Welcome to our New Earth!
Let’s create!"
Mona-Michelle Hight
Oct. 8, 2025
