On Going Silent and Learning to Listen—to Truly Heal

What happens when your body shuts down—and your soul wakes up.
A seasonal return from Janelle Gueits · Freequency Living

Dear friends,

So—I checked out of this blog. Fully unplugged. Went quiet.

But I dare not say “sorry.”

And here’s why:

Because this silence was miraculous.

Necessary.

A quiet season of unbecoming,

so I could return with something worth saying.

I started this blog as an experiment,

then hit overdrive… and burnt out.

My body slammed the brakes.

My neck injury flared.

My right hand stopped working.

ER visits.

Six nerve-blocker pills a day.

Eleven doctors told me I needed surgery.

Only one—a physician’s assistant and friend—actually asked to see my scans, not just read the summaries. (Thank you Elizabeth Bonet!)

And what did we find?

Yes, the injury was real.

Yes, the pain was intense.

But something else was happening…

I was healing.

That nasty gel closing in on my spinal canal?

It was actually retracting.

And those bony growths (osteophytes) that scared off therapists?

They were evolving into hooks—a natural spinal fusion.

A slower, more intelligent version of the surgery doctors were recommending.

(While quietly admitting their method might cause irreversible damage.)

And deep down, I knew…

My body is magic.

I know I can heal myself.

So I did what I’ve been studying through Freequency.

And I treated myself as patient zero.

I fasted.

I alchemized my diet (shifting my body’s pH balance for optimal healing).

I reduced inflammation.

I used frequency-based wellness tech to stimulate ATP production, supporting cellular regeneration and healthy blood flow.

I did trauma therapy (EMDR).

I visualized cellular regeneration.

I didn’t just walk in nature—I called in its frequencies to support my healing.

Today, 9 out of 10 days, I feel nothing.

No pain. No numbness. No pills.

And when I do feel something, I listen.

I respond.

And it works. Every time.

In quiet observation mode, I realized:

I wasn’t just physically gripping.

I was holding onto trauma. And fear.

Retracting my neck like a turtle into its shell.

Somewhere along the way, attention started to mean danger.

And the body, wise as ever, began to pull away.

Now, I’m rewriting that code.

I’m retraining my mind.

Activating my body.

And now—

I feel like I’m aging backwards.

I can do things I couldn’t do three years ago.

My skin is glowing.

My energy is vibrant.

Just last month in Chiapas, Mexico—

I climbed 200+ steps on some days, jumped between rocks, danced on rooftops, and free dove into crystal blue waters—from Cenotes to near-virgin lakes.

In essence, before I could speak about futuristic wellness,

I had to become it.

Patient zero.

And the beautiful part is:

It works.

Not just in theory.

In my body.

In my being.

In my lived experience.

So here I am.

Back.

Not to post endlessly—

but to post intentionally.

To share what’s working.

To honor what’s wild and wise.

To shine a light on the badass goodness I know still exists in this world.

And I say this with love and clarity:

There may be more seasons of stillness ahead.

Times when I go quiet—

not because I’m gone,

but because I’m deep in the work.

Observing. Listening. Learning. Living.

Because sometimes, the most sacred thing we can do

is shut up long enough to receive what life wants to give us—

and wait until it’s worth saying.

So here’s to the relaunch.

And to the pauses that make the return more powerful.

With fire,

Janelle

Next up: how Freequency was born, where it’s headed, and why it’s shaping into something bigger than a blog—almost like an alternate dimension for healing and wild truth.