Each Day Has a Code

I sit, with my eyes closed.

He tells me what phrase to use. It’s not a language I know. Part of it is in Sanskrit, maybe, and part of it is from other languages.

“That’s the daily code,” he says. “It’s like a source code for the day. Each day has one.”

I feel surprise when I absorb that, but then an immediate sense of ‘of course there is.’

“Just stay with that,” he says, and I do.

I’m in a state of absorption wherein I cannot feel my breathing because I do not need to. This is important to learn while we’re alive like this, so that when we die and have no breath, we have some orienteering ability. So I am told. Perhaps I recall it from my life on Mars, or from some other time, maybe many aeons of lifetimes.

“Okay, you should be good,” he says. “That’s enough for now. You can return to your meditation in your usual way.”

I do, return to it. It’s helpful. The day already seems more approachable, more manageable.