Being a Slave to your Phone

In these modern times, we are surrounded by noise. Not just sound, but mental, emotional, and spiritual interference.  Constant stimulation from our phones, screens, apps, media, and technologies that promise connection, but often lead us further away from our true selves.

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Technology is a powerful tool, but when it begins to think for us, speak for us, and create for us, we risk forgetting how to feel, how to listen inward, how to access the sacred wisdom that resides in our own hearts.

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Everywhere I look, I see people walking in a daze, heads down, eyes locked to their phone screens, disconnected from their surroundings and from each other. Conversations fade. Presence disappears. Everyone is urged to download another app, watch another video, listen to low vibrational music that numbs rather than uplifts. And slowly, we forget the joy of simply being -without distraction, without demand.

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I have experienced it myself. If I leave my phone behind for even a day, someone becomes upset - afraid I am ignoring them. But I am not. I am simply trying to reclaim a piece of my freedom, my peace, and my soul.

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Artificial Intelligence now writes for us, creates art for us, organizes our days, and offers answers. And while I believe it has value and it can be an amazing tool.  It is no substitute for living the experience yourself. True wisdom does not come from data alone. It comes from living, feeling, loving, and being transformed.

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A poem is a gesture of love and should not be automated. Anything you do should rise from your own heart and be infused with the energy of your being. Yes, AI can polish your words. But the first draft must come from you, from your inner truth, if it is to carry real power.

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I may sound old-fashioned. I may sound like someone still in love with silence, still believing that words carry vibration, that presence carries power, that energy matters. But I do believe this. I believe that the heart must lead—in writing, in speaking, in loving, in living.

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I watch the world today and feel the collective anxiety rising from fear, judgment, rushed living, reckless driving and increasing stress. People are pushing one another more and more. The pace is unnatural. The compassion is fading.

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Even where I live, I see it in small ways.  Neighbors impatiently turning around in my driveway, leaving black tire marks, parking their giant trucks that block traffic and create danger. It may seem minor, but it reflects a larger truth: we are forgetting how to think of others.

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Yes, we must care for ourselves. But true spiritual living means we also ask: How does my energy affect the collective? How can I bring more grace, more stillness, more soul to this rushing world?

We’ve become accustomed to convenience and speed, but at what cost? In Phoenix, and even more so in California, I witness reckless behavior on the roads—motorcyclists weaving dangerously between lanes, drivers cutting others off or even driving up roadside embankments just to escape the chaos. Everyone is in a rush. Everyone is triggered. There is no space to breathe.

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Technology, in many ways, has stripped away our capacity for conscious, compassionate action. We have outsourced not only our thinking, but our presence—our ability to care deeply, to reflect slowly, to love authentically.

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And what about the way we eat, live, and consume? We are fed toxic food, drained by fake UV lights at work and in buildings, we have fake connections, and we then end up sick—not just in the physical body, but in mind and spirit.

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And yet, I am fortunate. I live alone now, in deep solitude. All of my family passed on, and in truth, they had little to do with me when I was younger. But in this quiet space, I have begun to hear myself again. I have begun to remember what it means to be aligned with something higher.

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In ancient times, the Buddha found enlightenment beneath a tree. Jesus sought stillness in the desert. The Essenes taught the path of inner purification. Many ascended masters withdrew from society not to escape it, but to awaken from its illusions. To find the truth within.

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And today, we must do the same.  Even if we live in cities, surrounded by screens and noise. We must find our own inner cave, our own sacred space, and turn inward. Only then can we remember our wholeness. Only then can we rise above the distractions and rediscover our purpose.

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We are not robots. We are not meant to live in constant reaction. We are beings of light and spirit, capable of deep awareness, boundless compassion, and divine remembering.

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Then holidays, so often seen as sacred, have lost their meaning. They have become commercialized rituals of spending, where we are pressured to buy more, consume more, and perform happiness for others. And when the day is over, most simply pack their bags, drive or fly home, and return to toxic work environments, where the cycle of stress, pressure, and disconnection continues endlessly. And it’s only getting worse.

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So, I ask you—set the phone down for a moment. Turn off the noise. Step outside if you can. Listen to the wind. Feel your breath. Let the Earth hold you.

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Let the soul of the universe speak again through your stillness.

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If any of this speaks to your heart.
If you feel the ache of truth in these words.
If you long to rediscover who you truly are beneath all the noise.
Please contact me at Quantum Meadows to begin a conversation.
Let us talk about how to find yourself again.
How to reclaim your freedom.
How to rise above the low energies that were designed to keep you from awakening.