Mind Your Frequency: A Field Guide to Staying Human While the World Loses Its Mind

A spiritual comedy report from inside the global plot twist.

Every morning I wake up like I am reporting live from the apocalypse.
I stretch. I breathe. I pick up my phone.
And before I can even check the time, my entire screen is screaming.

War here. Coup there.
Florida banning books like knowledge causes rashes.
Congress arguing about human rights like they are debating flavors of yogurt.
Supreme Court decisions crafted by people who look like they have never eaten a well-seasoned meal in their lives.
Climate disasters popping up faster than Netflix drops true-crime documentaries.

I have not even brushed my teeth and already I need a super sized matcha, two deep breaths, and a restraining order from the news cycle.

It feels like the universe placed Earth on the clearance rack and the government bought it. This is the only explanation I can accept at this point.

And while all of this is happening, society expects us to “raise our frequency.”
To breathe. To hydrate. To do yoga. To align our chakras like all seven of them are not trembling under the weight of this country’s decisions.

Let me be clear.
I am spiritual, but I am also alive in 2025.
Which means half of my awakening is enlightenment and the other half is trying not to lose my mind.

So this is your field guide.
Your cosmic survival manual.
Your comedic reference sheet for spiritually surviving the clownery that is the world right now.

Let us begin.

SECTION ONE: America Is Wilding and We Need To Acknowledge It

Let us start at home.
The United States of Hot Mess Express.

We are living in a country where rights are reversing like someone hit the rewind button on progress.

Roe was dismantled.
Trans rights attacked daily.
Voting rights shaved down like split ends.
Education gutted.
Everything fun taxed.
Everything harmful subsidized.

And the irony is choking me:
We have politicians who cannot find Puerto Rico on a map deciding immigration law.
We have lawmakers quoting scriptures they have not read.
We have grown adults banning words, banning history, banning drag queens, banning diversity programs while corporations steal entire retirements with no consequences.

It is dystopia mixed with slapstick.

Women’s bodies under attack.
Black and Brown bodies under attack.
Immigrant families under attack.
Queer and trans folks under attack.
Teachers under attack.
Libraries under attack.

The only thing not under attack is tax breaks for the wealthy.

We are witnessing a government that genuinely behaves like freedom is a limited time offer.

I swear half these officials look like they have never meditated once.
Their energy screams “boiled chicken and repressed rage.”
They are out here legislating vibes they cannot even feel.

And in the middle of all this, you look at people like Zohran Mamdani and think, “Thank God somebody in New York City is awake.”
Because without him?
This city would be held together by bodegas, aunties, and prayer candles alone.

And this is the same country telling you to “focus on positivity.”

Positivity?

Baby, I am trying to focus on not screaming in Trader Joe’s.

SECTION TWO: Global Crises Everywhere and Somehow We Are Still Supposed To Function

It is not just America.
The entire world is auditioning for a catastrophe award.

Palestine. Sudan. Congo. Haiti.
Oceans overflowing. Forests burning.
Countries drowning while billionaires host space fashion shows.

Entire populations fighting for breath while the Global North acts like the suffering is a backdrop for their think pieces.

Children dying.
Families displaced.
Communities leveled.
Cultures erased.
Genocide streamed like content.

And through all that, the spiritual community has the nerve to say
“Everything is happening for your highest good.”

Is it?
Is it for everyone’s highest good or just the people who can afford therapy, sage bundles, and spiritual retreats in Bali?

Because the rest of the world is out here trying to survive hellscapes created by the very nations that now preach mindfulness.

Do you see the madness?
The hypocrisy is meditating.
The contradictions are chanting.
The irony is doing breathwork in the corner.

Spiritual but not delusional is the goal.
Aware but not collapsing is the assignment.

And if you dare speak the truth, you are labeled extreme.
Meanwhile the extremism is the genocide itself.

SECTION THREE: Social Media Has Turned Into A Planet-Wide Fever Dream

The digital circus is relentless.
Every scroll is emotional whiplash: a genocide update, a makeup tutorial, an engagement announcement, and a meme about anxiety, all within three swipes.

It’s like the universe outsourced chaos to TikTok.

You log on and see:

• astrologers blaming political chaos on Mercury retrograde
• numerologists predicting civil war because “the number eight looks aggressive”
• spiritual influencers selling $999 manifestation classes while ignoring oppression
• TikTok therapists diagnosing the entire world
• conspiracy theories multiplying like gremlins
• people arguing about Beyoncé’s birth chart while the world burns

Meanwhile, the algorithm is pushing chaos with the enthusiasm of a Dominican auntie serving food you said you did not want.

It is truly a fever dream.

What used to be a space for connection has become a psychic Thunderdome.
Every opinion is a brand. Every feeling is a marketing strategy.
And if you dare post something nuanced, the comments will eat you alive before you can say “shadow integration.”

We are all trying to awaken inside an app designed to keep us asleep.

We are being asked to maintain composure while everyone online spirals publicly with ring lights. We have truly lost the collective plot.

Your crystals are shaking in the corner like, “Sheesh, we are tired too.”
Your sage is begging for PTO.
Your guides have turned on Do Not Disturb.
Even your ancestors are muting the group chat.

And honestly, same.

SECTION FOUR: The Spiritual Struggle of Just Trying To Do Your Best

Being spiritual in this era is like applying for inner peace while someone keeps lighting small fires in your living room.

You meditate.
You pray.
You breathe.
You journal.
You set intentions.
You light candles.
You visualize your higher self.

And then the news pops up and ruins the vibe like an uninvited houseguest.

At this point, the healing journey feels less like a path and more like a Mario Kart track.

Trying to stay centered while:

• your rent goes up
• your insurance goes down
• groceries cost more than therapy
• companies union bust
• the government acts allergic to empathy
• landlords act allergic to decency
• climate change pulls up like an unpaid bill

We are living inside a planetary roast session and trying to keep our frequency up like it’s Pilates.

SECTION FIVE: Spiritual People Trying To Cope Is Comedy Gold

Let us talk about us.

Spiritual people trying to stay sane is the funniest thing on Earth. I should know I am one of them.

You tell yourself “everything happens for a reason” while clearly spiraling.
You meditate and forget what you were meditating about.
You ground yourself and still panic.
You pull tarot cards and argue with them.
You try to manifest peace and end up manifesting confrontation.

You ground yourself barefoot in the grass but realize your neighbor’s dog beat you to it.
You play healing frequencies but also cuss out your boss in the same breath.

The duality is beautiful.

We are walking contradictions….divine and dysfunctional, healed and still healing, full of light and rage and laughter and longing.

My ancestors survived slavery, war, and dictatorship.
And here I am crying over a bounced Zelle.
Different battles. Same exhaustion.
They fought for freedom. We fight the Wi-Fi.

But the spiritual fatigue is real.
We are trying to stay in our bodies while the world gives us every reason to dissociate.
Trying to hold compassion while capitalism sells us new ways to feel unworthy.
Trying to be the light while darkness is on sale everywhere.

Still, we laugh.
Because humor is holy.
And if you cannot laugh at the absurdity, you will drown in it.

SECTION SIX: The Interactive Survival Guide

Step 1. Breathe before you scroll.
Before opening your phone, ask yourself: “Do I want to feel peace or chaos right now?” If the answer is chaos, go outside and yell first. It helps.

Step 2. Hydrate while you panic.
Electrolytes matter during the apocalypse.

Step 3. Choose your battles.
Not every headline needs your cortisol. Pick three causes and commit. Rage with focus.

Step 4. Laugh often.
Watch something dumb. Send your friend memes. Laughter is rebellion disguised as joy.

Step 5. Feel your feelings without drowning in them.
Crying is not regression. It’s emotional detox. Don’t shame yourself for being human.

Step 6. Protect your peace like it owes you money.
Boundaries are spiritual armor. Use them without apology.

Step 7. Remember your frequency is political.
Joy is rebellion.
Rest is resistance.
Humanity is activism.
Staying awake is spiritual work.
Staying tender is radical.
Staying connected is ancestral.

And when it all feels like too much, whisper this mantra:
“I may not fix the world today, but I refuse to let the world break me.”

Because you staying soft, kind, and awake in times like this is the highest rebellion there is.

FINAL SECTION: The Honest Truth

This is not the Age of Enlightenment.
This is the age of everyone trying their absolute best while the universe throws glow sticks from the DJ booth.
This is the age of collective burnout disguised as productivity.
The age of billionaires playing God while actual humans beg for mercy.
The age of everyone calling themselves “empaths” but refusing to feel beyond their own bubble.

And yet, we are still here.

We are exhausted but determined.
We are overwhelmed but awake.
We are scared but still showing up.
We are tired but still choosing connection.
We are flawed but still trying to raise our frequency in a world that cannot find its own.

We plant gardens in cracked concrete.
We create art from survival.
We feed each other when systems starve us.
We pray to whatever still feels holy.
We laugh when nothing makes sense.
We keep loving anyway.

That is the miracle.
That is the activism.
That is the medicine.

Staying human while the world loses its mind is not passive it is divine work.
You do not have to transcend this world to transform it.
Just stay alive, stay awake, stay loving, stay funny, stay free.

And in case you forgot you’re doing beautifully