📡 The Mythic Metaphor: The Forgotten Receiver

Imagine yourself as an old shortwave radio.

Not the shiny digital kind—but a dusty, analogue relic, humming in the corner of a forgotten workshop. You once picked up messages from distant stars, music from invisible worlds. But over time—through misuse, neglect, or the long slow calcification of adulthood—you got knocked out of tune. The knobs got stiff. The dial, misaligned.

Static became the norm. Noise replaced signal.
You stopped expecting to hear the divine.

But the transmission never ceased.

Being—the raw, humming presence behind all things—is always broadcasting. Not in words. Not in commandments. But in frequency. In tone. In vibration. In feeling. You don’t hear it—you attune to it.

So to re-tune your spirit isn’t to change who you are. It’s to remember what you are:
a living receiver of the sacred, capable of resonating with life at its deepest octave.


🧭 What Throws Us Out of Tune?

  • Speed. The velocity of modern life is hostile to attunement. Being vibrates slow.
  • Fear. Fear constricts the signal. It shrinks the bandwidth of awareness.
  • Noise. The mental playlist on repeat—worries, goals, roles—drowns the quiet tone beneath.
  • Disconnection. When we forget we are part of the pattern, we lose our internal rhythm.

🔧 Soulcrafting the Re-Tune: Practices & Invitations

To re-tune is not to achieve. It is to shift.

Here are five soulcrafting practices that act like fine-tuning knobs for the spirit:

  1. Silence as Dial
    Treat silence like a frequency, not an absence. Sit in it. Walk in it. Let it soak your bones. Ask:
    What part of me resists quiet? What part of me craves it?
  2. Breath as Tuner
    Breath is the most ancient way of syncing with Being. Not just “breathwork”—but breath noticing.
    Prompt: If my breath had a rhythm today, what song would it be singing?
  3. Wonder as Antenna
    Wonder sharpens our reception. Start small. A leaf, a shadow, a song.
    Prompt: What ordinary thing holds a hidden mystery?
  4. Naming the Noise
    Before you can retune, you need to know what’s interfering.
    Journal: What frequencies am I constantly absorbing that aren’t mine?
    (Social scripts, cultural anxieties, inner critics, algorithmic ghosts.)
  5. Body as Resonator
    Your body is not separate from spirit—it is the amplifier. Stretch. Move. Shake.
    Practice: Let your body become a tuning ritual. Dance until something inside aligns.

✨ The Deeper Invitation

To re-tune to the frequency of Being is not a one-time act. It’s a mythic ritual you return to again and again. Like Odysseus lost at sea, we forget, drift, remember, and recalibrate.

The question is not how to stay tuned.

The question is:
What do you do when you forget again?

Do you panic?
Or do you pause, smile, and start slowly turning the dial, trusting the signal will return?

Because it will.
It always does.

Being isn’t something you reach.
It’s something you remember.


🔮 Prompt for Your Journal or Walk:

“What knocks me out of tune—and what helps me return to resonance?”

Write about a moment when you felt fully attuned. Where were you? What did your inner world sound like?

Then ask: What frequencies am I living by now—and do they belong to me?

Let your spirit be the radio. Let your soul be the song.

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Dave Anderson
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1 month ago

Sadly this post would not be understood by a younger generation who have never had a radio to tune. To take the time.

Somewhere in the dim and distant past, well into the last century, a young version of me I would tune in to far off stations. The hiss the crackle, the fading in and out, the distortion. A language I couldn’t understand. The persistence.

The persistence. Go back another day another time. Try again. Then more often than not there would be a programme in English so I would write a letter to them. In return, I often got a letter back with their schedule and a few stickers. A few stations sent me pennants.

The persistance. I am convinced I was more in tune with my own natural frequency, that of a social loner. Of course my life’s bandwidth was incredibly narrow but so very dialled in.