Welcome.
Take a slow breath in,
And then a slower breath out.
And now another.
And this time imagine you're breathing not air,
But vibration.
Invisible sound weaving through you.
The air around you shifts,
And the silence begins to shimmer.
And out of that shimmer you sense it.
A place calling you home.
It's called the Temple of Forgotten Voices.
Its gates rise before you,
Carved from the resonance of light.
And the air hums softly here,
As if the universe itself is holding a single note just for you.
And you step forward.
Each step sounds like a drumbeat beneath your feet.
Steady,
Grounding,
And real.
You're not rushing.
You're arriving.
So walk through the gates and ponds.
Let your breath adjust to the new atmosphere.
It's warm here,
Like a memory you almost lost.
The temple walls seem to breathe with you.
In and out.
A living architecture of sound and silence.
And you move deeper inside now.
The light flickers along the walls,
Reflected off thousands of tiny crystal surfaces.
And each one holds a tone.
A voice that was once yours.
And you hear faint whispers.
Some are joyful.
Some are trembling.
And some never speak at all.
They swirl around you like wind through strings.
Each voice searching for recognition.
And you realize these are all versions of you.
A child who wasn't heard.
The adult who stayed silent to keep peace.
And the heart that forgot its sound.
And so you stop walking.
And you listen.
And a voice inside says softly,
You've always been more sound than silence.
Now take in a deep breath.
And as you exhale,
Let a quiet hum escape.
No effort and no performance.
Just a simple vibration.
Feel that vibration move through your lips and down into your spine.
It doesn't matter what it sounds like.
It matters that it's real.
So again,
Inhale and then exhale with a hum that feels like truth.
And each tone grows warmer,
Stronger and more alive.
And the temple responds.
Its walls vibrate back in harmony.
Your voice is in echoing.
It's being joined.
And every pillar hums with you.
And every stone begins to sing.
It's as if the building itself has been waiting for your frequency to return.
This is not performance.
This is reclamation.
So let the hum grow in tone.
A little louder.
And a little fuller.
If you could give sound to your truth,
What would it feel like?
So let it arise.
So let the hum grow in tone.
A little louder and a little fuller.
You can even place your hand on your chest as you hum.
Feel your ribs vibrate.
That is your power returning.
And that is your soul remembering its instrument.
You are made of resonance.
Flesh,
Bone and light moving in unison.
Now imagine your voice as a beam of sound and color.
It's pouring from your throat like molten gold.
And every time you exhale,
The gold washes the walls of the temple,
Cleansing old stories,
Old silences and old fears.
And the temple begins to glow.
Your hum becomes pure light.
It becomes sound itself.
And now as the hum fades,
Listen again.
Underneath the echo is a silence so deep it vibrates.
And that silence is not empty.
It's full.
It's listening and it's aware.
And you realize this silence is an absence.
It's a presence.
It's the sound before all sound.
The eternal note before the first word was ever spoken.
And you kneel in that stillness.
And the air around you breathes with you again.
And then you hear a whisper within the silence.
You simply stop listening.
And then you smile.
You place a hand over your heart.
And with the gentlest breath,
You whisper your name.
Softly and lovingly.
So let it echo through the chamber.
And let it remind the universe that you're here.
And now the light begins to soften.
The temple dissolves into air and memory.
You're no longer inside it.
It's inside you.
Every breath now hums with that resonance.
And every heartbeat carries a faint note of your truth.
And as you return to waking awareness,
You can feel the difference now.
You no longer speak to be heard.
You speak because you are.
You vibrate differently now.
You carry your sound.
So take one more deep grounding breath.
Inhale light.
And then exhale silence.
And then inhale truth.
And exhale peace.
Your forgotten voice is no longer forgotten.
It's alive,
Radiant,
And free.
Good work today.
Namaste.
