Welcome to this space of sacred translation.
Find a position that helps you feel both supported yet alert and close your eyes.
Drop your shoulders and let the weight of your body settle into the earth.
Start with a breath of neutrality.
Inhale deeply through your nose.
Feel the air as raw data,
Simple oxygen.
With each exhale through your mouth,
Release the need to see yourself as anything,
Neutral.
Imagine the ground beneath you.
It supports oak trees,
Architecture,
Vast bodies of water,
Expansive rises of mountains.
Realize you are part of this plane,
This horizontal world.
You're rooted deeply within.
Now visualize a dial in the center of your chest,
A radio,
Tuning slowly left and right,
Cutting out the static,
Finding the perfect connection,
The noise of the should-bes and could-bes,
Tuned out so you can tune in to the perfect silent note of your soul,
A hum existent in your chest since birth.
It's clear.
It's pure.
It's warm.
And it's your source code.
You didn't earn it.
It can't be lost.
It is just you.
The miracle of this,
The message of this,
This light,
This purity,
That you don't create it.
It exists and you are here to translate it.
This core of you,
This core message is a high vibrational energy,
A sacred text written in your light code.
Your hands,
Your voice,
Your mind are the translation tools.
You have a particular craft to which you're tuned.
Picture yourself sitting into this,
Sitting at your workbench,
Your desk,
Side by side with the rest of humanity at their workbench,
Their tools.
With each breath,
Wipe away the weight of egotistical responsibility to this craft and rather instead,
Clear the lens to see the purity of soul translation,
Spirit translation into the world.
Unique to you,
But also millions of others doing the same.
One person translating peace through gardening.
Another translates justice through law and still another,
Joy,
Through a simple joke.
Imagine how the world heals when we stop trying to translate each other's message and start perfecting our own.
There is no competition in resonance.
When you play your true note,
The whole orchestra works in harmony.
This is free will in action,
The choice to own your place here without ego,
But with a pure heart and steady flow.
Feel that joy intended for you.
Feel that deep hum in your bones.
This satisfaction of synchronicity to your divine design.
Slowly come back to the space you're in,
Wiggle your fingers and toes and feel that physical weight of your body,
Grounded and present.
Carry this small piece of translation into your day.
Perhaps your message is beauty,
Find it in your world.
If the touch is truth,
Speak honesty in your next conversation.
Open your eyes.
You are not a master,
Nor called to be.
You are a student,
A student of life,
A student of your own divine nature.
Go forth and translate today.
