In February 1983 I experienced the vision of my lifetime. Ripped open to seeing, hearing, knowing, experiencing the true nature of reality – all that is hidden from my normal awareness, I knew vividly, undeniably, a bone deep knowing beyond all doubt that has sustained me ever since.
The truth I experienced is this: the universe is held together by vibration. The vibration is sound and its “friction” creates light, everywhere sparking light sparkling while the music emanates from absolutely e very thing…all the music of all the worlds of all time were known to me and it was glorious. Unreportable and unrepeatable in this limited world of so-called matter but nonetheless REAL to my awareness.
Coincidentally, only last week, I learned a little about our electromagnetic spectrum which includes the world we see with our eyes, the familiar rainbow light spectrum that we see when the sun shines. A Nova PBS documentary called Earth from Space showed me that the electromagnetic spectrum, if it were a ribbon, would stretch from NYC to LA…thousands of miles long. This energy spectrum includes radio waves, infared, X-ray and ultraviolet and a host of other wavelengths whose names I do not know and we cannot see with our eyes alone. Without technological support, 99.99999999% of that energetic ribbon of possibilities is beyond our awareness. Mathematical computations and computer graphics reveal a lot of it but the electromagnetic spectrum visible to us ordinarily is only the width of a dime on that long, long ribbon…That fact makes my mouth drop open with awe.
For thirty-five years my creative life has been devoted to trying to illustrate the vision I had in 1983. I always fall short in my estimation because that is the nature of expressing something ephemeral in “concrete” form. Creative expression suffers from that truth because it is so hard for most of our egos to bear imperfection, but bear it we must because we need to be engaging with that mysterious, miraculous web that sustains the balance of life on this planet.
Which brings me to Monday this week, September 04, 2017. I am midday through an online class with Chloe Goodchild, a mentor of mine whom I met about fifteen years ago when I lived in Missoula, Montana. She came there to offer a weekend workshop called the Naked Voice. The course she’s offering with the Shift Network is called Liberate the Voice of your Soul and each session includes optional break-out groups after the session in which you are randomly placed with 2 or 3 others from around the globe to practice singing together.
On Monday I decided to try an afterclass break-out group for the first time. Untethered by a fifteen minute time frame, this is what happened:
Pregnant silence follows our singing.
Goosebumps, a sure sign of being in the presence of spirit, rise on my arms. My nose tickles and eyes glisten. In fact, a few drops of water meander down my cheeks before the singing stops.
What just happened?
I, maybe we, feel so richly blessed and deeply stirred. I am still glowing two days later.
But what is this? Really, what just happened?
Online, four strangers, I among them, have just bathed the planet with blessings.
We didn’t plan to do it.
An Irish woman asks a Japanese man if he will offer his overtone chanting for us again so that this time we might sing along with him. He agrees. A polyphonic river streams from his mouth. Rivers carve valleys while song birds sing and screams of eagle echo off mountain walls and hot springs bubble and hiss. We three women close our eyes and swim with his strong current. Irish, English, Japanese and North American, our four voices weave and though we didn’t plan on doing it, we conjure a whole new universe.
My own throat releases as my song currents bobble, eddy and swirl with the three other singing rivers. Whistling even pours out of me but no one seems to mind. We sing for an hour,…or maybe a minute…, long enough to create a world where love is the ground, trust is our nature, compassion our heartbeat and co-creating the litany:
Alive, alive, alive, alive,
to be so alive together
continents, sixteen hours, genders and cultures
sing in real time
our voices meeting in that field
far, far beyond where the wisdom is.