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Chakra Affirmations for Manifestation

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A calm individual stands in a bustling city street, with chakra symbols glowing above their energy centers. The urban environment is filled with busy pedestrians, cyclists, and tall buildings, contrasting with the person's serene, centered presence. The image blends urban chaos with inner peace.
Finding peace in the heart of the city.

Achieving Inner Peace in the Midst of Urban Chaos

To navigate your bus route with the precision of a transport deity (but, of course, within legal speed limits), you must first unlock the secret power of your seven stops. These aren’t just any ordinary stops—they are the key to unlocking your full potential as a master of the roads, a conductor of passengers, and a true wizard of public transport. Let’s begin your journey through the sacred stages of The Bus Driver’s Chakras.

First Stop: Grounding the Route (The Root Stop)
As you pull up to the first stop, deep breath in. Say with conviction, “I am patient, grounded, and unshaken by roadworks or unexpected diversions. I am the king of traffic lights, and I wait without frustration.” Feel the calming energy as you align with your bus. You are one with the road, your wheels perfectly hugging the tarmac as you sail smoothly over speed bumps, undeterred by the rush-hour chaos.

Second Stop: The Flow of Passengers (The Sacral Stop)
At the second stop, the energy shifts. Here, it’s not just about the road—it’s about the people. Declare boldly, “I am creative, skilled, and in harmonious flow with the bus timetable. My doors open gracefully, and passengers board with efficiency. No fumbling for Oyster cards, no last-minute runners—everything is in sync.” You are the conductor of this symphony, with the perfect blend of artistry and precision. Even the grumpiest commuter cannot disturb your inner zen.

Third Stop: Willpower of the Route (The Solar Plexus Stop)
Arriving at the third stop, stand tall in your seat, feeling the power of your mighty engine humming beneath you. Here, you affirm: “I am confident, powerful, and my route shapes the day for all who board. I command respect from cyclists, pedestrians, and taxi drivers alike.” Feel the surge of confidence as you realise—you are not just driving the bus, you are steering the very rhythm of the city. You and your double-decker are a force to be reckoned with, gliding past roadworks with effortless finesse.

Fourth Stop: The Open Fare Box (The Heart Stop)
This is where it gets personal. As you ease into the fourth stop, you repeat: “I give and receive fares effortlessly. My fare box is open and pure, and every passenger has the exact change, or their contactless taps without error.” The perfect balance of giving and receiving. No one is digging in their bags for 10p coins or desperately waving at the last second. Your heart chakra is wide open, and your passengers are in perfect harmony with the fare system.

Fifth Stop: Communication Across the Bus (The Throat Stop)
As you arrive at the fifth stop, engage with the power of your voice. Whisper it into the intercom if you must, but affirm: “I speak my announcements clearly, and the passengers actually pay attention. They listen when I ask them to move down the bus.” Every word you say echoes with clarity and authority, and even the most oblivious passenger wearing giant headphones suddenly realises they need to step aside. No muffled intercoms here—you are the bard of the bus, communicating your truth to all who ride.

Sixth Stop: Intuition at the Roundabout (The Third Eye Stop)
Approaching the sixth stop, this is where your intuition must come alive. “I trust my instincts and always know when someone is about to sprint for the bus. I can sense the presence of an unseen pedestrian waving frantically at the next corner.” You possess an almost mystical ability to see beyond the physical realm, knowing when to slow down just enough for that latecomer to make it—but never so much that it throws off your schedule. You are in tune with the flow of the universe, and the traffic gods smile upon you.

Seventh Stop: Union with the Transport Network (The Crown Stop)
And finally, the seventh stop. You have reached the pinnacle of your journey. Here, you affirm: “I am one with the divine transport network. I am connected to the great cosmos of buses, trains, and trams, and all the traffic lights turn green for me. The roads are clear, and the buses ahead of me keep perfect pace, never causing a delay.” Feel the lightness as your connection to the greater transport grid brings you a sense of deep peace. You are not just driving a bus; you are weaving through the fabric of the city, part of something far bigger than yourself.

The Daily Practice
Repeat these affirmations every morning before your shift begins. Stand at the depot with your colleagues, close your eyes, and visualise the perfect day on the road—each stop in perfect alignment with your inner driver’s spirit. After one month, you will notice how effortlessly your route flows. Buses ahead of you will clear the way, your passengers will board without complaint, and even the most stubborn traffic will part like the Red Sea.

To drive with the grace and precision of a seasoned bus guru, you must open all of your stops. Only then will the road to true mastery of the public transport universe unfold before you.

The Bus Driver

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