What if your emotions had buttons,
Sliders and switches?
Breathe in,
Because you're about to enter your own control room.
Close your eyes gently.
You're not on earth anymore.
You're right where your soul is.
Safe,
Held,
Deeply cared for.
You're floating now.
Weightless,
Still,
In a field of black-blue-velvet sky.
Feels peaceful here,
Doesn't it?
The stars hum around you,
Distant and soft.
Your breath simply expands.
And then,
Something appears.
Far ahead,
You spot a spacecraft.
Curved,
Glowing,
Familiar.
You feel the pull from within,
And your body begins to move.
Swimming through space,
Slow strokes,
Smooth,
Drawn closer with every motion.
And then,
You're there,
Inside of this beautiful spacecraft.
You didn't enter through a door,
You didn't enter with effort.
You simply appeared,
As if space opened up and placed you right where you're meant to be.
The light shifts,
And the silence around you deepens.
You've arrived.
All around you,
Glowing panels.
Sliders,
Dials,
Buttons,
Switches.
Each one is alive.
Each one represents you.
Nothing hidden,
Nothing to be fixed.
Just choices to be made.
So let your hands float above the console,
And feel which dial calls you first.
There it is.
So you let yourself sense it,
And you feel what it brings up in your body.
Is it soft,
Supportive?
Or do you feel tight,
Heavy,
Off?
You trust the message,
Because you already know.
You let your fingers rest on the dial.
This dial represents an emotion.
You notice the number.
Is it very active,
Or is it almost asleep?
You adjust.
Do you want more of this emotion,
Or less?
Now adjust.
Up,
Or down.
Take it three notches up,
Or down.
No more,
No less.
Just enough.
Notice what has shifted.
In your chest,
In your breath,
In your field.
And let your hand drift again.
A second dial begins to glow.
Maybe it's courage,
Maybe it's softness,
Maybe it's clarity.
You let it speak.
Do you want more of it,
Or less?
You'll feel it in your gut.
Simply respond.
Three gentle notches,
In the direction your body asks for.
Up,
Or down.
Trust the motion,
And trust the feeling.
And now,
Your fingertips are being drawn to another console.
A third frequency.
You let yourself listen,
And then adjust.
Even if your mind doesn't yet understand,
You've just amplified the emotions that you want to receive more of.
And you've just taken fear,
Or anxiety,
Down a notch.
You're not fixing,
You're fine-tuning,
You're remembering.
The cockpit has listened to you,
And it responded,
And it remembers you.
So you let your hands fall still,
And you let the settings settle.
You anchor this feeling,
And mark this state.
You've recalibrated,
And you can return here anytime.
Your sliders will still be there,
Just where you left them.
Or maybe new ones will appear.
Deeper settings,
Different frequencies,
More of who you are.
Take a deep breath in,
And let the cockpit dissolve.
Let the space around you soften.
Let your awareness widen.
You're here,
You're home.
