Your Energy Speaks, Even When Your Mouth Doesn’t
Harvest Love Journal
For so long, I thought if I smiled enough, kept moving, stayed productive—people wouldn’t notice. I was doing all the right things on the outside. I was “fine.” But people could still feel something was off.
They’d ask:
“Are you okay?”
“You sure?”
Or just look at me with concern I didn’t want to meet.
And I’d get frustrated.
I thought, What more do you want from me? I’m smiling, aren’t I? Let’s change the subject. Move on.
But inside—I was worn thin, spiritually dehydrated, and emotionally exiled from myself.
It didn’t make sense at first… until I learned about the human biofield—the electromagnetic field our bodies emit, shaped by our nervous system, emotions, and energy.
Our energy speaks before we do.
Our bodies carry stories our mouths won’t tell.
We can say “I’m fine,” but our field says, “I’m unraveling.”
I spent years trying to override my body with my mind. Pretending. Performing. Producing.
I was praised for it, even celebrated.
But I was cycling through burnout, breaking down behind the scenes, and ignoring my soul’s call over and over again.
After 25 years of living this way, I’m finally understanding:
We can’t fake our frequency.
We can’t out-think our energy.
And ignoring the call of the soul doesn’t lead to wholeness—it leads to disconnection, numbness, and eventually collapse.
The science helped me understand it with my mind.
But my heart knew it long before.
🌙 Now, I’m listening in.
No more masking.
No more spiritual bypassing with “I’m fine.”
No more leading with anxiety and calling it ambition.
I’m letting my truth lead.
And when I do? I feel alive. Guided. Energized. Loved.
Drawn to the right people and places. Rooted in something deeper than performance.
I trust my divine timing.
I honor my inner knowing.
And I’m endlessly grateful I finally listened—because I honestly don’t know if I’d still be here if I hadn’t.
🖋 Journal Prompt:
When was the last time someone noticed something in your energy before you were ready to admit it?
Where in your life are you still trying to smile through the pain?
What is your soul whispering beneath the performance?
What would it feel like to lead with truth instead of survival?
With Love, Ilda