On February 12, 2026, I did something radical. It would have been my sister’s 37th birthday. I found her dead in October 2024. She died from an eating disorder and addiction (acidosis) — wounds that traced back to the same childhood sexual abuse I survived. On her birthday, I refused to let the day pass quietly. I packed up my gong, my sound bowls, my chimes, and went to the mall. I carried a sign that read: “Today was supposed to be my sister’s birthday. If you’ve experienced grief or loss due to addiction, sit for a moment of sound with me.” People stared. They slowed down. They read the sign. But no one sat. For thirty minutes, I held the frequency anyway. Not to cause chaos. Not to perform. But to honor her. To honor the grief so many people carry silently. Then security asked me to leave. Not because I created disruption — but because it was private property. Still, I did it. I told myself I would show up for her in this way — and I did. With both of my daughters beside me. And tonight, I am awake writing this because of what I am still facing. There are times when I just want to be left alone. Most of those times are when I’m woken up by my children during the ungodly hours of the night — the same hours when, for years, I was repeatedly woken up to being sexually abused. That time of night still lives in my body. Even now, being woken up can send me straight into fight-or-flight. My nervous system doesn’t ask questions — it reacts. I wake up alert, braced, heart pounding. And then the practice begins: breathing. Grounding. Trying to welcome regulation and safety instead of panic. Trying not to scream like the child who lost her entire childhood. So here I am — awake, alert — doing my best to offer myself compassion. Because in these moments, I don’t just feel alone. I am alone. There is no help at this hour. No one to rock me back to sleep. Nobody to hold me. There never was. So I sob — for the years of lost comfort. For the child who was never soothed. For the years I starved myself because I was too anxious to eat, too dysregulated to feel hunger as anything but danger.

Richele recently joined the New Earth Creator School and stepped in with such a sincere heart. On one of our calls, she was wrestling with something real. How do I actually share sound healing in a way that’s honest? She was saying I want to serve more in person. I don’t want to compromise and do fake healing through a screen. I want to be present with people.. and actually share the magic. This was very refreshing to hear… We explored together, not from a place of “how do we scale this?” but from a place of “how can Serve more first”. From truth. From what would feel aligned in her body. And the idea came through, free public sound healing sessions. Like a musician who brings their instrument into the street, but instead of performing for applause, creating a full sound bath expierence inviting people to come sit meditate and recieve the healing frequency’s. Creating a space for people to breathe in the middle of their busy day. When the idea landed, @Richele Mydonick lit up. Full joy. Full life. 🥳 And then she did something that brought our whole team to tears. On what would have been her sister’s 37th birthday, a sister she lost to addiction rooted in the same childhood trauma Rochelle survived, she packed up her gong, her bowls, her chimes, and went to the mall. She carried a sign that read, “Today was supposed to be my sister’s birthday. If you’ve experienced grief or loss due to addiction, sit for a moment of sound with me.” she sat and she did the thing… People stared. People slowed down. No one sat. Security asked her to leave. but none of that matters. Because she showed up anyway. As a Light of Peace for anyone who may have needed it. She honored her sister . She held the frequency. With her daughters beside her. In service for the sake of service, not for validation. This is what the New Earth actually is. It’s not a place we go. It’s a shift in consciousness. As Eckhart Tolle wrote, “A new heaven and a new earth” is the emergence of a transformed state of human consciousness and a new reality that reflects that transformed consciousness.”

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BEFORE → Life once felt empty. I was surviving, not living — trapped in expectations, guilt, and constant striving. I mothered from depletion, chased perfection, and lost connection to myself. My body and spirit were at war — dysregulated, ashamed, numbed by food, fitness, and alcohol. I was doing everything “right,” yet felt completely lost. CRISIS → My life took a sharp turn when one of my best friends passed away. At the time, my youngest daughter had just turned one. I was postpartum, fragile, and questioning everything — my identity, my purpose, and what it meant to truly live. When she died, a question echoed in my mind: “What if I die tomorrow? Is this really how I’m meant to spend my time on Earth?” Three weeks later, my husband and I separated. Five weeks after that, my grandmother passed. In just nine weeks, I was brought to my knees — immersed in the most intense grief I had ever known. That season of loss became my turning point. Grief was the catalyst that cracked me open and redirected my life. CHASE → I allowed myself to be fully present with my grief, softening into the process of release. As I surrendered the fear of being seen as I truly am, I began deepening into somatic breath practices — tools that helped me peel back the protective layers that once kept me from feeling safely. When grief surfaced, I let it move through me in whatever way it needed — through tears, heaving, purging, or sound. With each release, I gently dismantled the walls my ego had built to guard my heart, brick by brick. In that space, I met my shadow self — the part of me that had been waiting patiently to be acknowledged. From that meeting, I made a devotion: to continue unlearning the stories that made me forget my truth, and to keep returning home to who I really am. CONFLICT → My greatest test was learning to tell the difference between ego and intuition. To release judgment. To accept that I don’t need to be liked. To see that some who claimed to love me only knew conditional love. I had to ask myself — what is love, and how do I love myself? Through it, I came to understand boundaries and the cost of people-pleasing.