She Rode in on a Signal
Some songs you pick. And some songs pick you. My daughter entered this world on the frequency of The Buggles’ “Video Killed the Radio Star” — a track that was more than background noise. It was a signal, a portal, a cosmic cue. A reminder that arrivals are orchestrated, not accidental. This is her timestamp, her soundtrack, and her legacy.
There are some songs you pick… and some songs that pick you.
This wasn’t just a track playing on a speaker. This was a signal. A portal. A sacred cue from the universe.
My daughter entered this world to the futuristic warble of a track that warned us media was about to change the world. And maybe, just maybe, she came in to be the change.
The moment wasn’t planned. It was orchestrated.
Not by Spotify.
Not by me.
But by a force that knew exactly which frequency needed to open the room.
The Buggles’ “Video Killed the Radio Star” was the frequency she rode in on — a nod to transformation, a timestamp, a glitch in the system that played the perfect intro track to a life that would never be ordinary.
Every time I hear this song, I remember:
✨ She arrived on the frequency.
✨ And the signal was clear.
This entry isn’t just a story. It’s a blueprint of how birth, sound, and destiny can intersect. It’s proof that our arrivals are not accidents — they’re scored, encoded, and transmitted.
Filed in the Modern Mystic Manual – Sonic Warfare Codex
Commander: Donna Colonna
Status: Signal remembered, legacy activated.
The Field Was Enough
The sky didn’t need to say a word. I stayed grounded while the rest of the world kept spinning. Some days, that’s all I have — and somehow, it’s enough.
I laid low today.
Close to the Earth.
The sky didn’t speak and neither did I.
A singing bowl waited beside me, unplayed —
but not unused.
The grass held me. The fence divided.
Somewhere beyond it, life went on.
I didn’t join. I didn’t need to.
I stayed right where I was.
And somehow,
that was brave.