A Sister’s Voice in Resonance: Soul Whisperer on Day 6

When I tell you that I admire Soul Whisperer, I mean it! My admiration for her is on many levels, but in this moment, it’s about the resonant words that flow from her pen. She struck a deep chord for me today.

We’re on Day 6 of the Convergence Window, and the prompt is:

What do I no longer need to prove?
You are not here to perform certainty. You are here to remember coherence.

In her Substack post, Who, Me? Cohere?, SoulWhisperer reflects on adolescent experiences — times when she received the message that she had to prepare herself to be acceptable. To be wanted. To be loved someday. (Those are my words, not hers — but that’s how I heard it in my own bones.)

That part? I deeply relate. As an adopted child living in an environment that didn’t reflect my racial background, there was a hell of a lot I had to prove — whether I wanted to or not.

As someone who stood out in a group where most had more in common with each other than they did with me, I was often treated like the “designated Black person,” if you will. If I didn’t do well, it was confirmation of some awful stereotype: “Oh yep, that’s how Black people are.”
And we were also the preacher’s kids. So if I misbehaved? “Oh yep, preacher’s kids are the worst.”
There was pressure to prove — to prove my dad was a worthy pastor because his kids were well-behaved.

As a classically trained pianist, I had to constantly prove my competency… my technique… my interpretation. “Oh, that wasn’t Bach enough,” or “That wasn’t Beethoven right — you made an error on line four of stanza three, page seven.” Every note was a proving ground.

And when it came to grades? Beyond my family’s healthy expectations, I felt the weight of disproving long-standing racist assumptions. The burden of proving that we are not inherently “less than.”

All around me, society communicated — in ways loud and quiet — that there would always be something else I had to do, be, or fix in order to exist. To be accepted. To be loved.

SoulWhisperer wrote:

“What is wrong with me? I always wondered. I must have been a constant disappointment to my mother.”

That line landed hard. It took me a long time to realize I wasn’t a disappointment — not to my parents. Their opinions and ideas about how I should live came from love. I didn’t have to be a music major for them to love me. I didn’t have to stay in a dysfunctional marriage to prove I was a good woman, or a “good Christian believer” at the time.

I thank my therapist, Rachelle, for walking me through reframing those patterns — from striving and expectation to a more loving, coherent state of being.

Coherence as a Living Frequency

Even now, at 54, I find myself sitting in this moment of coherence — this knowing that to be in coherence is to be aligned. And when I’m aligned, there’s nothing I need to do.

I think of those YouTube videos where grains of sand dance on a plate, forming intricate shapes in response to specific frequencies. That’s coherence. The sand moves into beautiful form — not because it tries, but because it responds.

That’s the message I receive today:
I don’t have to do anything. I just have to be.

If my BEing is joyful… if I am vibrant… and most of all, loving… then everything within and without will vibrate in resonance with that. Coherence will arise.
And that is enough.

This prompt — this reminder — is about existing, not striving. About resting in the truth that I am perfect in every frequency of my being.

And so it is.

✍️ Read SoulWhisperer’s original post: Who, Me? Cohere?
✍️Find her on Substack: @soulwhisperer999
🎥 Watch her YouTube channel: Althea Grace - Soul Whisperer

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