My Frequency Was the Message

<p><em>Not a sermon.</em></p><p> </p><p><em>Not a story.</em></p><p> </p><p><em>But a signal.</em></p><p> </p><p>My Frequency Was the Message is not written to entertain but to remember. Not to convince but to confirm. This is for those who were sent without a map who loved in silence who carried codes they couldn't name-but lived anyway.</p><p> </p><p>Each prose-poem in this soul-borne collection is a living transmission a mirror etched in fire and mist. It's for the ones who knew long before they were told. For the keepers of invisible promises. For the ones who never fit because they were never meant to.</p><p> </p><p>This is not a book to be read.</p><p> </p><p>It's a book to be recognized.</p><p> </p><p>And if it finds you</p><p>then perhaps you too were the message</p><p>all along.</p>