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.
