Our Powerful Relationship to the Frequency of Fear
- Polly Behringer
- Feb 9
- 7 min read
I think we forget how fearless… divine… beautiful… power-filled and full we are. It's okay; there have been times I too have forgotten.
This blog is birthed from one of my social media posts, with a mix of deep reading for a manifestation class on biohacking, the root chakra where we store and hide our shame, how epigenetics may be tying us to our the sadness of lives we never lived and the frequency of abundance is hidden on the flip side of fear.
book excerpt:
I buried those parts of me; gifted to me through cosmic selection... parts of femina power and ancestral knowledge... so deep in the shadows of my forest, beneath the brush and fallen leaves. I left them hidden... expecting others, like me, to come along and say… "Let’s brush off, gather our selves and find the light." But that hasn't happened. So, I lay in the dirt... watch the sun move overhead... sink into the fertile Earth... and eventually as time passed and the clouds, the sun... the moon moves overhead... I decide to stand and make my own way through the forest.
I think I've written, deleted... and written again... only to delete... alter and rewrite this blog again and again and again. I'm asking myself who really is ready for this blog? Am I the one? Am I ready to share my thoughts and risk alienating myself? And of course the answer is YES.
Does Unlocking Fear Open Your Body's Full Potential
I'm thinking of my upcoming biohacking class; Unlocking Your Body's Full Potential...and the deep dive we'll make into embracing abundance... manifesting, unblocking an area of us ALL OF US are filled with shame, fear and guilt... THE REFRAMING of our beliefs... and looking at ourselves in the mirror.
A student asked me if I'd be open to recording the class and others proposed the option of hosting it on zoom. I know I will. It will be messy in the beginning, as like most things I do... I wander into areas I know nothing about and try to make it work. I fail and figure something out... and fail again... until I get better.
Is Fear the Building Blocks of Shame?
I'm fully aware that shame and being blocked is not a singular, sex specific dilemma... But what if I told you if you're male, that your mother's experiences shaped yours... And if you're a female, society's experiences, as well as your mother's and decades of conditioning have genetically encoded to box you in as well... in a much tighter, confined space.
Would that make this an easier read? Would this blog become more relatable.
Questions We Fear to Ask
What do you know about your mom? Not, how do you feel about her? But what do you know about her? I challenge you to ask yourself the following questions... take time... Journal them. Find old photos of her, sneak them between the questions...
How was she about her dreams; did she live to fulfill them?
Did she grow up to become the very things (outside of being a mom) she dreamt of as a little girl? Where did she sleep?
Did she have her own room?
Did she begin early caring and doing things that woman primarily did?
Did she talk about money like it grew abundantly on trees?
Did she use her guile to manipulate situations? If so, why?
Did she have her own thriving bank account?
Did she encourage you to expressing yourself with your whole body, to dress how ever you wanted... and she did the same?
How was she while she was pregnant with you? What type of relationship was she in?
Where did she live? Did she live a life of plentitude... or making ends meet?
Why are these Questions Significant in Relationship to Fear?
Women for centuries have been rewritten in stories to be held only in places of nurturing and caring... And if they weren't they were vilified. There is no in-between. But what if your mother was a nomad rooted in masculine, leadership energy during a time where this is not condoned... How would those feelings be translated genetically to you?
What if your mother heard voices and had gifts of knowledge, foresight and abilities? She was a healer during times when only men ruled the church or organised religion. There is a huge chunk of time, when only men were allowed to hear the voices of 'god', angels and others. What would happen to those mothers? How would this affect you genetically; epigenetic inheritance? When we know trauma is transferred through DNA... How does this translate? What frequency would they be living in?
Is the Root of Fear Held in the Root Chakra?
All of these questions, lead us to understand more about the power of our root chakra... It answers (indirect) questions about how we show up in our bodies... how we express and repress ourselves... All of this translates to our material, energetic and personal allowance of abundance that we unknowingly dish out to ourselves.
book excerpt:
This new year has already been an amazing year - as I barely move into the 7th week of 2026. It's a year of battling the neuropathy wanting to link me to safety and security of staying hidden. I like the laughter, the loudness of travel, crashing waves and the echoing shouts of my beating heart as I step from fear... into what I can only explain as an opening... a widening... the disappearance of my heart as it melds with my breath and moves.. into this place of wonderment and gratitude. Alone in cafes and amongst strangers lining walkways with the sounds of instruments and voices that carry foreign sweet songs like whimsical ethereal clouds... notes of their past, my present...
Every moment I can recall the widening of my heart, the blurring of being whole and separating into nothingness... comes near water... near songs... in foreign places... Nepal, Portugal, Spain, India... and the first place... an slope of grass behind my house and into the hidden creek that acts like a vein of life moving tiny fish, beavers, raccoons, hawks, foxes, feral cats... snapping turtles... tiny frogs, moles, armadillos... wild turkey and now the neighborhood chickens.
How does Fear Compare to the Frequency of Gratitude?
Knowing what moves us into the frequency gratitude, allows us to tap into that frequency when our energy dips, our self limiting beliefs take hold... or something in the wind reminds our bodies of a time we can't put into words... but we fear. What does the frequency of fear do to your body... your mind... your spirit (for life)?
If you've never fully experienced the feeling of gratitude... where your chest feels like an expansion of energy is not tearing you apart, but instead... opening you up. The frequency erases your physical body and you become energy.. a portal of possibilities. It's a distinctive feeling of lightheadedness, flutters, glitches and a humming vibration inside your chest as it opens... and moves outward.
So, what is does the feelings of fear feel like to you? Most of us have lived in fear in one moment or another... Watching a scary movie, hiding from impeding doom, fear of failing or falling. Fear of judgement... not being good enough or being more than good enough but fear of being outed because you don't fit in. Fear comes in many forms, but I believe gratitude comes in only one... but can be experienced... or ignited in many ways.
If you haven't felt your chest open up and a surge of gratitude wash over you, you might be wondering... How do I tap into this feeling? I offer the advice I'd give myself... Either begin a strict meditation practice not skipping a day; to follow a monthly plan not a daily mood of showing up and doing the work. Why is it work? Well, you've lived a lifetime of covering, calcifying this frequency... We've eaten food not as fuel but as comfort. We've sat still instead of moving into our dreams.
Another option... take a journey on your own... this year... now... soon... make the reservations, buy the flight... take a month journey in a foreign land with only a pack on your back with no real agenda except to find yourself and find yourself on a spiritual, sacred pilgrimage...
book excerpt:
Here’s to self destruction and the reconstruction of the selves we've promised ourselves as children. Here's to the healing. Here’s to burning the boats and never returning to what once was (less than) and into the wild of who we will be… Here's to living in alignment with the wild side of ourselves; not needing to be tamed... Instead, allowed to roam freely... into the night... into wild sides of ourselves...
I'm excited to share with everyone, I see this fuller, bigger vision... of moving from abundance to a widening of experiences that has broadened my personal definition of living my dharmic mission looks like, feels like... and the energy... currency that has come with this download of information, personal and ancestral insight.
Fear Wants me to Delete the Following
I believe one of my spirit guides is Bob Marley and the dream walker, PD Ouspensky (Pyotr Demyanovich Uspensky, a Russian philosopher and esotericist), that appeared the deeper I dove into Oneirology and teaching Lucid Dreaming.
Bob came to me during one of the most tumultuous times of my life... and while he sang to me... He appeared every where and moved onto my canvas. He came to me and I began to sing and paint... and through bibliomancy and a magazine... He came to me when I was a commissioned artist and a slew of paintings were going up for a show.
Pyotr showed up in a dream... and when I woke up... I scribbled his name... In my dream, he kept asking for something I wouldn't give up.... but he was trying to teach me something. OUT OF FEAR, I held onto my belongs... clutching them as I ran through mirrored closets that opened and closed into new places and back to where I started.
Fear, the Destroyer, is the Builder in Disguise
It was in a moment of fear, as my life felt it was crashing down around me... my ancestors... women of a line long before my mother knew of... stood behind me. I stood at my bathroom sink washing away my tears... I looked up into the mirror with the glow from the 2 am moon lighting my face... I saw them... all of them... standing behind me... and said, "You are a warrior. Tell him you are a warrior..." And a year later, of holding on... like I did OUT OF FEAR with PD Ouspensky, my life fell apart and the foundation crumbled below me...
Conclusion: Our Relationship to Fear
Our relationship to fear is an illusion. It all is... We are caught in a web of our own design. A web that either cradles us like a soothing swing of a hammock on warm day or a web that clings to us as we struggle in fear or what is to come. Our relationship to fear is a wrapper of illusion; and the real relationship we have is beneath the fear... sweet and dreamy.
Warm Regards,
Polly Behringer
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