The Language I Created at 10 Years Old

King Arthur
3 days ago
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Eye-level view of a handwritten alphabet and decoder on paper, symbolizing a personal creative language

And the 30 years I spent not making offers because of what happened next.

By Arthur Palyan

When I was 10 years old, I needed my mother's love.

Not in the vague way children always need love. In a specific, desperate way that made me do something extraordinary.

I created a language from scratch.

Not a few made-up words. A complete system. I designed an alphabet. Built a translation tool so anyone could convert English to this new language. Then I wrote a message in it:

"I love you so much, Mommy."

I handed her the paper. The alphabet. The decoder. Everything she needed to see what I had made.

She looked at it.

She said it was garbage.

And she threw it away.

The Decision I Made Without Knowing

I was devastated. But I didn't understand what had actually happened.

It wasn't just rejection of the paper. It was rejection of the offer underneath:

See me. Receive what I made. Love me back.

In that moment, without knowing I was deciding anything, I made a decision that would shape the next three decades of my life:

Making offers isn't safe.

Putting my creation forward and asking for something in return leads to devastation. Better to give freely and hope people come to me without me having to ask.

What I Built Instead

I built a whole life around that decision.

I never made offers for my business. Instead, I created relationships and pleaded with people I knew to refer business to me—so I wouldn't have to make the offer myself.

I gave away my expertise. My time. My energy. Hoping that if I gave enough, people would see my value without me having to name it.

And you know what? It worked. Kind of. I built businesses. Made money. Helped people.

But there was always this invisible ceiling. This thing I couldn't name that kept me from the next level. A pattern I couldn't see.

Another Language

Here's what I realized recently:

I built another language.

The 7 Levels of Self. A framework for understanding human growth. A system designed to help people translate between who they are and who they're becoming.

Another translation tool—this time between the self and its patterns.

I'm still that 10-year-old. Still creating languages of love. Still hoping someone will receive it.

The difference is: now I see it.

The Offer I'm Finally Making

For 30 years, I've hidden my offers. Put them in the back. Made them small. Made people work to find them.

Not anymore.

Here's what I actually do:

I help you see who you really are—from the darkness to the light, and everything in between. I help you get comfortable with all of it.

And I ask you to pay me. Because this work has value. Because I'm building something that will one day ask the whole world:

Who are you when money is not an issue?

That question changes everything. It changed me. It's changing the people who play the Level Up game and take the assessments I built.

But some people need more than a game. They need someone to sit with them in the dark parts. To help them see the patterns that have been running their lives. To guide them through the levels they've been stuck on.

That's what I offer. 1-on-1 integration work. Deep transformation. The thing I've been doing quietly for over a decade, but never had the courage to put a price on and ask for directly.

What I'd Tell That 10-Year-Old

If I could go back and talk to that kid with the handmade language:

What you made was not garbage.

What you offered was not too much.

The problem was never you.

You're going to spend 30 years believing that making offers leads to pain. And then one day, you're going to make an offer anyway. Out loud. With a price. Without apology.

And you won't die. You won't get thrown away. Someone will receive it.

That day is today.