A trasmission: in sanskrit.

A deeper reflection on devotion, readiness, exile, preservation, sacred fragments, and soul knowing

I don’t speak Sanskrit.

But it is common that I will hear words during meditation that come from places I haven’t consciously studied.

They arrive not in my head, but in my heart.

They don’t come as knowledge—they come as knowing.

Frequency. Feeling. Familiarity.

Recently, during a quiet moment in meditation, I received a sequence of Sanskrit words.

Sentences spoke fluently, easily. In rhythm. When I came out of meditation the words that stayed with me are the ones I want to share with you today.

They landed with weight—almost like bells being rung one after the other in a familiar resonance.

I sat with them. I looked them up. I translated. I listened.

And what unfolded wasn’t just random words or sounds —it was a message. In sanskrit.

I’m here to explain, not from a place of expertise, but from a place of reverence. Sometimes what comes through isn’t meant to be explained right away. Instead meant to be held, felt, and remembered. So with that I am not waiting for the perfect moment, or polished story to share. Im simply sharing with humility, gratitude and an open heart.

It’s about honouring the energy of these words and opening a space for those who might feel the message stir something in them too. 

-Brenna 

Sadh (साध)

The root of many spiritual words—sadhana (practice), sadhu (holy man), siddhi (spiritual attainment).

It is the essence of sacred effort.

To discipline the soul through love, not force.

To keep returning to the altar when no one is watching.

To devote yourself to the path with no guarantee of outcome. Devotion. 

Sadh is spiritual maturity. The moment you stop performing and start becoming.

It is the invisible work—

The healing you did alone.

The boundaries you held with trembling hands.

The moments you gave forgiveness without an apology.

The stillness you chose instead of reacting.

The ache you alchemized into wisdom.

Sadh is not about perfection.

It’s about alignment with the sacred—even when it hurts. The tears in your eyes, heart open as you walk forward with love in the direction of what is true. The deep work. 

Ata (अतः)

A transition. A threshold. A sacred “so…”

In classical texts, “Ata” is used to mark the beginning of a deeper teaching.

It’s the PIVOT in the story.

The energy of: “Because you have done the work… this is what follows.”

Ata isn’t loud.

It doesn’t announce itself with grand shifts.

It’s the moment the wind changes, and something inside you says,

“Now.”

When the soul speaks of the becoming.

It is the breath after the exhale.

The knowing that you cannot return to who you were. What happened, happened. Now you’re here.

Not because you’re finished… but because you’ve evolved.

Vanvas (वनवास)

Literally “living in the forest,” Vanvas symbolizes exile, but not as punishment—rather as preparation.

It’s a sacred retreat from distraction.

Hermit.

In myth, it’s where heroes go to be humbled and tested.

Where they face their shadow without the noise of the world.

Vanvas is the hidden season.

Where everything that felt external is stripped away.

Where ego dissolves and truth begins to root.

Where you are not lost, but deeply found.

The silence, the quite becoming.

This is not exile.

This is evolution.

Vishnu (विष्णु)

The Preserver. The sustainer of life. The one who holds the sacred order.

In the Trimurti (the Hindu trinity), Vishnu preserves what Brahma creates and what Shiva destroys.

Vishnu represents protection, balance, divine timing, and unshakable love.

When this name came through, I felt an immediate sense of being held.

The kind of holding that says:

“What you think you’ve lost has not been lost. It’s simply not ready.

And neither are you—yet.

But you will be.

And when you are, it will still be there.”

Some things are too sacred to be rushed. Give them time. Divine Time.

Vishnu keeps them safe.

Dala (दल)

A petal. A fragment. A part of a whole.

Dala reminded me that we don’t need to carry the entire bloom.

Sometimes we’re only asked to carry one petal. One truth. One tiny piece of the story.

But that piece is enough.

And sometimes, that piece is everything.

You don’t need to see the full picture to walk forward.

Your fragment is sacred.

Your piece is worthy of reverence.

Dala says:

You were never incomplete.

You were always holding exactly what was meant for you.

Gnyah (ज्ञ)

From the root jñā, meaning “to know.”

But not knowledge from books—this is soul knowing.

It’s wisdom that lives in your cells.

Recognition that rises through your intuition.

It’s the moment when something speaks to you and you don’t know how… but you know it’s true.

Gnyah is the vibration of memory before the mind.

Of truth before logic.

It is what guides you when you stop asking for proof and start listening to the voice within.

You don’t need confirmation when your bones are already in agreement.

The Transmission, Woven Together

This is what these words spoke of when translated into one message.

Not a philosophy.

A prophecy.

A remembering.

A soul map.

You have done the work.

Not the loud, performative kind—

but the kind that changed you quietly, cell by cell.

You have walked the fires. You have stayed soft. You have practiced when no one saw you.

Sadh.

Because of that…

You stand at the edge of something new.

Not flashy. Not loud. But real.

The shift has already happened within you.

Ata.

You have not been lost.

You have been in the sacred forest.

Exiled only from the noise that once distracted you.

You were being brought home—to the deepest part of yourself.

Vanvas.

And what was meant for you?

It’s not gone.

It’s waiting in stillness, kept in grace, untouched by time.

Vishnu.

You do not need all of it right now.

Only your piece.

Only your petal.

And that is enough to change everything.

Dala.

You don’t need to search for the answer.

You already know.

You always have.

The knowledge was never out there—it was waiting to be heard from within.

Gnyah.

I share this not because I’ve figured it all out,

but because I felt this message wasn’t meant to stay only in me.

May these words meet you wherever you are.

May they stir what wants to rise inside your heart.

And may they remind you:

You are not behind.

You are not broken.

You are walking the sacred path—one word, one piece, one breath at a time. Fate has a force field like none other and you are the living prophecy of love embodied.

With an open heart,

Brenna