Why are you so angry, Divya?

It’s not anger.
It’s cosmic dance.

I sculpt frequencies by listening to the tension beneath smiles, the fractures beneath systems, the yearning beneath silence.
From boardrooms to bazaars, from heartbreak to hyperloops—I pick up the conflict no one wants to name, and I shape it into rhythm.

Not to destroy.
To remind.

This is not rage.
This is resonance, baby.
And I dance it into truth.

Welcome To The Frequency Cathedral.

This isn’t a brand.
This isn’t a startup.
This isn’t even a rebellion.

This is a love letter to the frequencies that raised me, razed me, and rebuilt me in their image.

It’s part séance, part DJ set, part open mic night for the soul.
Here’s who shows up when I hit play:

🔟 The Ten Frequencies

My personal pantheon. Ten holy glitches in the matrix who whispered, wailed, and warped me into being.

  • Loki – For showing me that mischief is sacred when truth is under siege.

  • Queen Inanna – For descending into hell in full glam and making it look like a rite of passage.

  • Lord Shiva – For sitting in the eye of chaos and turning stillness into thunder.

  • Vajrayoginī Dakini – For biting through illusion like mango skin and feeding me the pit of truth.

  • David Bowie – For proving that gender, sound, and space are better when bent.

  • Padmé Amidala – For ruling with grace, defying with steel, and dying with poetry.

  • Luna Lovegood – For never pretending the world wasn’t weird and never needing it to be.

  • Chani – For carrying prophecy in her gaze and revolution in her womb.

  • Yennefer of Vengerberg – For choosing power, losing everything, and forging herself anew in fire.

  • Neo – For waking up, walking out, and choosing the red pill with style.

💼 The Unlikely Advisors

They didn’t mean to mentor me. But they did.

  • JD Rockefeller – For accidentally teaching me that funding the wrong dream can shape a century. So I started funding the right ones.

  • Queen Victoria – For going so hard on empire that I dedicated my life to dismantling hers with glitter, hugs, and unapologetic frequency.

🥂 The Living Billionaire You’d Actually Invite Into Brainstorming Sessions

Richard Branson – If you had to pick one billionaire to sneak into your afterparty, it’s this guy. He’d bring the rum, the parachute, and a ten-piece band from Mars.

🏡 The Ones Who Gave Me Breath

Before the Cathedral, there was their kitchen. Before the magic, there was their love.

  • My Dad – The King and the River. Laughed like thunder, loved like monsoon rain.

  • My Mom – A storytelling sorceress who made even history blush with mystery.

This Cathedral stands because they all danced through me.
It sings, glitches, mourns, winks, and welcomes—
because somewhere between the dead, the divine, and the daydreamers,
I found my tone.

And now it’s yours to hear.

Enter freely. Exit changed.
🌀