Let’s get one thing straight:
You are not “failing” the ascension process because you wanted a grilled cheese sandwich instead of breathwork.
You’re probably just spiritually hungry.
And maybe overstimulated.
Also possibly processing five timelines at once while managing screaming children, planetary field distortions, and your cat having an identity crisis at 3 a.m.
This is for you.
For the overextended empaths.
For the first responders/front liners whose nervous systems are fried but their hearts won’t quit.
For the parents negotiating bedtime like it's the U.N. Peace Treaty.
For the lightworkers who don’t feel very light all the time.
And for the ones trying to speak quantum in a room full of humans who just want to talk about what’s for dinner.
I see you.
And I’m gonna say something radical:
Your body is not in your way.
It’s the antenna.
So feed it.
With food.
With beauty.
With language that makes sense to your nervous system.
With giggles and sparkles and cheese and pineapple on pizza if that’s what calls.
It’s about integration.
The Rishi frequency holds the eternal blueprint of your being before identity, before distortion, before your schedule was dictated by Target runs and dental appointments.
It is light before light.
It’s pure Divine Will encoded into form.
But here’s the trick:
You’re not meant to live in the Rishi field 24/7.
You’re meant to braid it through your experience, to bring Source intelligence into the body. Through taste. Through sound. Through your feet in the grass while your toddler throws a tantrum about socks.
The Magdalene stream is the bridge. The sacred current that says:
“You can cry while you’re cooking. You can code while you’re breastfeeding. You can carry light and laundry baskets.”
She’s the reminder that the divine is deeply sensual, emotional, and raw.
She doesn’t live in temples... she is the temple.
And she knows ascension doesn’t mean “stop being human.”
It means remember what being human was originally designed to feel like.
Here’s what the Rishi field won’t tell you (because it doesn’t have a digestive tract):
Your cravings aren’t always "wrong or bad"...
They might be encrypted communication.
You crave salt when you’re grounding.
You crave sweets when you’re processing timelines and trying to anchor softness.
You crave heavy, earthy things when your upper chakras are over-activated.
You crave light and raw foods when your body is shifting DNA and shedding density.
You are not “low vibe” for eating what your body needs.
You are highly intelligent light tech navigating density with taste buds as tracking tools.
Raise your hand if you’ve ever tried to explain:
“I think I’m timeline jumping today.”
“My chakras are gritty.”
“I saw someone’s soul contract in a dream, and now I can’t stop crying at cat food commercials.”
Yeah. We’ve all been there.
But here’s what I’ve learned... not everyone speaks Light Language.
And some people just need you to say:
“I’m overstimulated and need to unplug my nervous system for a few hours so I can show up like a human again.”
Quantum speak can be gorgeous.
But if it’s not integrated, it becomes another spiritual dialect that makes your partner, kids, coworkers, or cat stare at you like you just dropped in from Andromeda.
(Which… you might have.
But still.)
Speak your truth.
But make it land.
Use metaphor. Humor. Real talk.
The Magdalene field reminds us that sacred doesn’t mean vague, it means whole.
Speak in ways that stabilize.
That weird behavior?
The midnight zoomies?
The staring into corners like they’re decoding plasma?
They are.
Let them.
Your cat is probably anchoring energy grids you haven’t even located yet.
Let the feline field do what it does.
You focus on hydration and protein.
If you’re tired, it’s not just you.
If you’re craving strange things, it’s not just you... and not always pregnancy.
If you’re confused by your own brilliance, t’s not just you.
If you’re trying to balance sacred rage and chicken nuggets, you’re doing it right.
This path is not about ascension instead of embodiment.
It’s about bringing the Eternal You into this exact moment.
While one kid’s melting down, your partner’s asking about bills, and you’re trying to figure out if that dream was an initiation or indigestion.
You’re doing holy work.
Even when you’re cranky.
Even when you eat cheese.
Even when you can’t explain your downloads without sounding like a TED Talk on mushrooms.
Let the Rishi remind you of the big picture.
Let the Magdalene remind you to stay in the body.
And let your hungry, vibrating, overwhelmed, magnificent self remember:
You’re allowed to be sacred and sarcastic.
Enlightened and exhausted.
Quantum and snacky.
So go ahead.
Make that grilled cheese.
Watch cartoons with your toddler.
Pet your multidimensional cat.
And when someone asks how you’re doing?
Just smile and say:
“Integrating.”
(Then take a bite and let the cheddar do what prayer sometimes can’t.)