I Studied Arabic Because of a Hot Guy—and It Activated My Soul

It wasn’t brilliance that made me study Arabic in college.
It was a boy.

A gorgeous boy.
Danny was in the SEAL Team program within the Texas A&M Corps of Cadets—an elite unit where aspiring Navy SEALs and special forces trained under seasoned officers. They were next-level. Disciplined, driven, intimidatingly fit… and, let’s be honest, distractingly attractive.

We were in the Chow Hall—the one our Corps marched to in synchronized steps every day—boots hitting pavement, eyes forward, formations sharp. Over lunch, Danny casually mentioned he was taking Arabic.

My ears perked. My brain blanked.
And my mouth… well, it committed.

“Oh, Arabic? Of course… I’ve heard great things. Scholarships for contract cadets to study Chinese, Russian, or Arabic? Yep, totally on my radar. I think I learned some Arabic when I was seven or eight with my childhood best friend who was half Lebanese.. Tomorrow’s the first class? What a coincidence—I’ll see you there!”

Dear Reader, I was not enrolled in that class.
Yet.

The next day, I darted across campus—black pumps clicking with purpose, khaki skirt swishing just above my regulation nude stockings, blouse tucked tight. My uniform was styled straight out of the 1980s thanks to tradition (or maybe some general’s wife), but I made it work.

I was fit, fast, and focused—even if I was cutting it close.

Weaving through “non-regs” (the civilians at school, as we Cadets called them), I tried not to twist an ankle as I navigated the stairs at an almost dead sprint. My International Studies class had just ended, and Arabic was all the way on the other side of campus. No time to stop. No time to explain. And definitely no time to look winded.

I slipped into the classroom, breath quick, heels quiet.
Before I could scan the room for my potential soulmate, cogitating on how much extra effort it was to try to land a guy being a girl in the Corps—they all wanted the pretty “non-reg” girls anyways—something else caught me.

A presence.
The professor—a poised Egyptian woman—stood at the board, marker in hand.

And all the boy crazy noise in my mind halted.

Something significant was taking place.
The professor wasn’t speaking.
She was inviting.

She moved with elegance, like the language itself had chosen her to speak for it.
And then she began to write.

Not left to right.
Right to left.

And something in me shifted.

As she flowed through the shapes and sounds—spiraling a greeting, as-salamu alaykum—I felt something open inside me.
Something ancient.
Something familiar.
Something I wouldn’t have words for until years later.

It wasn’t just a lesson.
It was a transmission.
It was an activation.

That moment became a portal.

To Cairo.
To Tunisia.
To the Arab Spring.
To late-night cab rides with drivers who smiled at my Arabic and shared their stories.
To interviews with U.S. Government agencies curious about my skills and experience.

But more than that—it awakened something in my perception.

I began to understand language as energy.
The direction of input—right to left—wasn’t just about grammar.
It shifted how I received information.
How I saw the world. How I connected with the world.
How I saw myself. How I connected with myself.

It wasn’t just Arabic.
It was awakening.
It was an activation.

Which is why I now offer something that changed my life again—consciously, this time.

The Life Activation is a sacred, energetic modality that reconnects you to your divine blueprint—the version of you that sees clearly, acts powerfully, and walks with purpose.

It doesn’t just shift your energy—it expands your perception, your life.
Like learning a new language of the soul.
Like finally understanding the symbols your spirit’s been whispering to you all along.

If you've ever had a moment that made you pause and think,
"Something in me just opened…"

…this might be your next one.

In the Beginning … was the Memory

Dear Seeker,

Welcome to this sacred space—a sanctuary for your soul and a remembering of who you truly are.

You didn’t stumble here by accident.
You were guided. Pulled. Summoned.
By a frequency you may not have had words for—
But felt.
That subtle current calling you home to yourself.

I write to you now not as a teacher or preacher,
But as one who has walked through the fire
And lived to tell the tale bathed in gold.

You see, I know what it’s like to forget.
To shrink. To believe the lies of smallness.
To live muted, edited, obedient to the expectations of the world
while the soul within me roared for more.

And I know what it’s like to remember.
To rise.
To reclaim my power not from others,
but from the depths of my own being.

So let this space be a mirror.
A portal.
A sacred rebellion against the slumber of forgetting.
A love note from the Divine within you
to the divine within me.

Hear me out. Question concepts. Take this in.
Let me shoot these arrows—these keys—of truth you already know within.

You are God.

Doesn’t life have a reallllly funny way of turning us from the way
by making you believe you are less than worthy?
That you are undeserving of total love and acceptance—
opposite of abundance, passion, and joy?

Has it ever seemed… off… that our imaginations are called immature,
our unearthly ideas deemed laughable?
Why is it okay for societal culture and the local leaders we love
to demolish dreams and silence our speak?

Who in your life—or what—until today,
has seemed like “normal” but kept you caged?
What energies, stories, or voices—within or without—
have fed you the myth of your smallness?

Where is there any incongruence in your body,
your temple of power,
with the ownership of your sovereign self?
When, why, and what causes you to not worship
every cell, every facet of your eclectic, divine nectar?

Stop settling for impure, tainted versions of truth.
You hold the master key. You are the front doorstep. You are the door.

I write these words not just from my mind,
but from the depths of my being.
I send them to you as arrows of love and light—
designed to pierce through the noise,
the doubt,
the illusion
that you are anything but the greatest, most magnificent,
and capable creator and conquistador of your world.

I send these arrows to awaken your remembrance.
I hope my arrows, my words, hold the space for you to reclaim yours.

I hope my words crush the confines
of any societal, familial, or professional structure
that ever made you believe you were anything less
than infinite possibility in motion.

I hope these words breathe new life into you
as you inhale the energy behind them—
loving, luminous, true.

May they dismantle the walls that have kept you small.
May they ignite the codes within you that are ancient, alive, and longing to be activated.

I hope my words awaken the greatness within you that never expires
with a flame of resilience that never retires.
You are the guardian, shielded by and the shield of the Way.
Spiritual warrior untold.

I hope my words reconnect you with your soul, your spirit, Source.
That they outlast any lesser thought, any outer distraction,
any old belief that whispers the lie
that you are not God in motion.

I hope these words strike so sharp, so sweet,
that you rise into your knowing
and reclaim your birthright:

To create.
To lead.
To love.
To live in full alignment with your divine blueprint.

I hope my words sing symphonies within you—
songs of beauty, patience, power, and pleasure.
May they remind you that joy is not a reward;
it is a frequency already alive inside you.

I hope my words mark the making
of the most magnificent manifestations you never thought possible,
grounding every empowered essence of you
into this life you are now enjoying—
redefining the game.

You are the game maker.
No pressure. No petty plotline.
You are the only story.
You are the author. The architect. The art.

I hope my words rekindle your remembrance
that you are sovereign over all things seen and unseen,
that you rule as you reclaim.

Reclaim your life force, your crown,
your position of power on your glorious throne—
and bask in the beauty of who you truly are.

As you allow all the senses of your soul
to settle into this sacred temple of love and power,
may your sovereign body be renewed—
infused with the wisdom long held within.

I hope my words unveil any obstacles to your agency
as what they truly are:
illusions.

Shadows made small by your Light.
For you, dear Seeker,
are meant to triumph.

I hope my words are hope.

Hope that you are not broken.
You are becoming.

Hope that this sacred space—this blog—
is a home for your great unfolding.

All made easier by the light I offer forth.
And with the sharing of pieces of my own journey—
tales of transformation, whispers of ancient wisdom,
the Hermetic path through an eternal lineage—
I hope to light the way with practical energetic tools
for aligning to your highest self,
anchored deep in the center
of the center
of the center
of you.

So now, beloved,
take a deep breath.
Feel your heart.
And know the journey you are on
is as holy and pure as your soul’s own song—
and this is just the beginning.

With Light, fire, and all my Love,
Savannah Frank

I hope my words—are hope.

Dear Seeker,

Welcome to my world. It is also yours—because we are one. And here, right now, through your curiosity and courage in reading my tales and taking your time to entertain my rhyme—for which I thank you—I am holding deep, sacred space for you.

Together, we are co-creating a new unity of energy woven in sacred service for what I hope will be your exponential awakening. The awakening within for you to truly see the beauty within, to redefine your perception and experience of this world, to transmute any and every illusion not aligned with your truth. To ignite your flame. To unlock possibility. To Guide you to and reconnect you with your choice, your power, your freedom—to reclaim your crown and stand sovereign in the infinite essence of your immortality.

Whether you found your way here through synchronicity, curiosity, or the quiet ache for something more—you are seen and held. You are accepted and loved.

 And you are in just the right container and energy. That is, if absolute sovereignty in your rite to live your most profound life is what you’re seeking!

Welcome to your new world. A world where you are the creator. The dais where you are the center of the center of the center—beyond all illusion and limitation. A sphere without cages—only keys. This world, your world—where you remember that you are God.

Welcome.

This blog, this platform, this sacred frequency where we can connect, cocreate, and interweave our energies, is a safe space. A sanctuary to open your heart and dance with the divine magick of your mind. A portal to discover the wonders you can bring forth in your life that you never thought possible. Because I bet you never thought that you are God, eternal.

Hear me out. Question concepts you’ve been told. Take this in. Let me send these arrows—these keys of remembrance—straight to the center of your knowing already alive within.

You are God.

Doesn’t life have such a twistedly crafty way of turning us away from our true path? Can you believe that we are made to believe we are less than worthy? Less than deserving of total love and acceptance, boundless joy, and a life bursting with passion and abundance? Have you ever wondered why we’re taught to view imagination as immaturity and our wild, unearthly ideas as laughable? Why is it okay for societal culture—and even the voices we once trusted—to demolish our dreams and silence our truth? Who or what in your life passed as “normal” or even acceptable but was actually filling you with doubt and fear? What energies, stories, or voice—within or without—have fed you the myth of your smallness? Where does your body—your sacred temple of power—still carry resistance to the utmost ownership of its Godliness? When and why did you stop worshiping every cell, every strand of stardust that makes you whole? What caused you to forget the sacrosanct, eclectic elixir that is your essence—so powerful it holds the master key to your divine vessel’s door?

I write these words not from my mind alone, but from the molten core of my being. I send them to you as arrows of love and light—intended to pierce through noise, doubt, illusion, and every untruth that ever dared claim you are anything less than the greatest, most magnificent creator of your reality. I direct these arrows to awaken your remembrance. May my arrows, my words hold the holy space for you reclaim your own.

I hope my words shatter every mundane influence that ever dared diminish your Light. You are the creator of your majestic world—as King, as Queen, as divine essence made flesh.

I hope my words crush the confines of every structure—societal, familial, professional, or institutional—that constricted your freedom, dimmed your voice, or made you doubt your limitless power.

I hope my words breathe new life into you as you inhale the frequency behind them—loving, luminous, true. May they dismantle the walls that have kept you small, and ignite the ancient geometries within you—alive, divine, and longing to awaken.

I hope my words activate the immortal greatness within you—a flame of resilience that never dies. You are Guardian—both shielded by and the shield of the Way. A spiritual warrior, still unsung. A Knight’s Templar, yet untold.

I hope my words reconnect you with your soul, your spirit, Source. May they outlast every unworthy thought, every outer distraction, every old belief that dares whisper the lie that you are not God within, God in motion.

I hope my words strike so sharp, so sweet, that you rise into your knowing—and reclaim your birthright: to create, to lead, to love, to live in full alignment with your divine blueprint.

I hope my words sing symphonies within you—melodies of beauty, patience, power, and pleasure. May they remind you: joy is not a reward. It’s a frequency that already sings inside you.

I hope my words mark the making of your most magnificent manifestations—those you once thought impossible. May they ground every empowered essence of you into this present time as you redefine the game of life itself. A life where there is no game—because you are the game maker. A life with no pressure. No petty storyline to solve—because you are the only story. The author. The architect. The art.

I hope my words rekindle your remembrance that you are sovereign over all things seen and unseen—that you rule as you reclaim. As you reclaim your life force, your crown, your position of power on your glorious throne, and bask in the beauty of who you truly are. As you allow all the senses of your soul to settle into this sacred temple of power and love. May my words renew your body—infusing its agency with the wisdom long held within.

I hope my words unveil any obstacles to your absolute autonomy for what they are: illusions. Shadows made small by your Light. For you, dear Seeker, are meant to triumph in your rite.

I hope my words—are hope.

Hope that you are not broken. You are becoming. Hope that this space—this blog—is a home for your great unfolding. All made easier by the Light I offer forth, door open. And with the sharing of pieces of my own journey—tales of transformation, whispers of wisdom, the Hermetic path through an ancient lineage made modern. I hope to shine the way with practical tools and rituals to align you with your highest self, anchored in the center of the center of the center of you.

So now, beloved Seeker, take a deep breath. Feel your heart. And know the journey you are on is as holy and pure as your soul’s own song—and this is just beginning.

With Light, fire, and all my Love,