As I explore the meaning of us humans becoming whole in this time of floating in caterpillar-culture soup, this time of being called upon to become an imaginal “self”,
I remember an old post from 2017. Here it is freshly edited, with a brand new image.
Originally titled: Singing Ourselves Home.
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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 usually hidden from normal awareness, I experienced 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 everything…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.

My creative life has been devoted to trying to illustrate the vision I had in 1983. I always fall short because that is the nature of expressing something ephemeral in “concrete” form, of translating the spiritual into the material. Creative expression often suffers from that hard-to-bear truth. Most of our egos find it hard to handle such limitation, such imperfection, but bear it we must because we need to share in whatever ways we can that mysterious, miraculous web that sustains life on this planet

Which brings me to Monday this week, September 04, 2017.

I am midway through an online class with Chloe Goodchild from the UK, a mentor of mine whom I met about fifteen years ago when she came to Montana to offer a weekend workshop called the Naked Voice.  The course she’s offering now 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.

On Monday I decided to try an after-class break-out group for the first time. Untethered by time, this is what happened:

We sing together in real time, one man, three women, living in four countries.

Pregnant silence follows our singing. Goosebumps, a sure sign for me 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 even before the singing stops.

What just happened?

I, maybe we, feel so richly blessed and deeply stirred.

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, his throat singing based on the Tuvan tradition. That if he’d offer us that gift, maybe 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
we four,
separated by
continents, sixteen hours, genders and cultures
sing in real time
our voices meeting in that field
far, far beyond
 where the wisdom is.

And miracle upon more miracles, we later learn that zoom won’t allow you to do what we just did – harmonize live in the moment. Zoom doesn’t work that way.
We didn’t know that at the time, so WE DID IT!

That’s important to contemplate:
We didn’t know we couldn’t, so we did…

YES, YES
AND
THANK YOU.