Oh, this journey is quite the ride.

There are moments where we’re completely in it — cruising wave to wave, sun on our faces, feeling every bit of the bliss. And then something shifts. We hit a snag, get yanked from our boards, pulled under. No journey stays smooth the entire way through.

So what do we do when that happens?

It’s that feeling of going from full color down into the grey. And it really doesn’t take much. One person, one event, one situation — and suddenly you’ve lost your footing. The world we’ve been born into doesn’t make it easy just to exist. There are so many systems stacked against our natural state, making it hard to return to it and even harder to stay there.

A couple of backed-up bills creep into your subconscious, and you start carrying them like a weight. The exterior pressures you have no control over. The daily reality of parenting. The connection just didn’t work out the way you hoped. It all adds up quietly.

What I’ve noticed is that during these heavier seasons, the connection to other realms goes static — or disappears entirely. You simply cannot have easy access to higher dimensions when you’re sitting deep in the lower ones.

Think of the dimensions like radio frequencies. Each one is its own plane of reality, perfectly accessible — but only when your awareness is tuned to the same channel. When you’re spinning in dense, heavy patterns, the signal gets lost.

And that’s why it can be so hard, in those moments, to feel the creator, the spirit, the universe at all. The magic is still there, surrounding you. But you can’t hear it when you’re caught in the static of old patterns — the ones woven in long before this lifetime.

So how do we find our way back?

Not by forcing it. That’s the first thing worth saying. You don’t muscle your way into a higher frequency any more than you can will a radio tower closer. What you can do is start removing what’s creating the interference.

That looks different for everyone, but it usually begins with the same thing: honesty. Getting quiet enough to ask — what am I actually carrying right now? Not what you think you should be feeling, not what looks good from the outside. What is genuinely sitting in your body, your chest, your jaw?

Name it, even just to yourself. There is more power in acknowledgment than we give it credit for. The weight doesn’t disappear the moment you see it, but something in you shifts when you stop pretending it isn’t there.

From there, it’s about returning to what grounds you. For me, that’s the land. Putting my feet somewhere real. Sitting with a tree that has been standing longer than my grief. Letting the mycelium beneath me do what it does — breaking down, transforming, feeding new life. There is a whole intelligence beneath your feet that has been doing this work long before you were here to worry about your bills.

Your ancestors knew how to metabolize hardship. They sang it, moved it, burned it, buried it. That knowing lives in you, too, even when it feels far away, especially when it feels far away.

You don’t have to find your way back to bliss in a single afternoon. You have to do one small thing that reminds your nervous system that you are still here, still held, still part of something larger than the weight you’re carrying today.

The signal will return. It always does.

I’d love to know — what brings you back when you feel disconnected? Drop it in the comments, or come share it in The Sharing Circle. These are the kinds of conversations that remind all of us we’re not making this walk alone.