All right, this is weird, but I was asked to share it, so here it is. Last night I went to a Vocal Toning event at my friend Janene Cummings' house. Janene is uber gifted at the piano, has a voice like warm chocolate syrup, and gives the warmest, safest hugs of anyone I know. She hosts toning events at her house in Olympia. Toning is an ancient, natural form of sound healing; it utilizes the voice to promote the release of blocked energy that manifests as physical or emotional discomfort. For more information about Janene, click here.
During our singing event, Janene very thoughtfully guided us through images of clearing out negative energies, and bringing healing light to ourselves and to the world. At one point she had us focus our energy onto our hands, rub them together, hold them apart, then move them slowly toward each other until we felt resistance between them. We formed an energy ball between our hands. Mine was rather large: about 18 inches in diameter. As we moved further along with the toning, I had the following vision.
The energy ball became the Earth. I held it in my hands, in my arms, like I was keeping it safe. It was beautiful, with clouds and blue oceans and brown land masses, and snowy mountains.
I wondered, Where am I on this Earth? I was a pinprick on North America, too small to see with the naked eye. Is this all that I am? As I watched with my mind’s eye, I grew taller. My chest pushed forward, shoulders drew back, face turned up, and I grew and grew and grew. My body was part of the Earth, the lower half of me embedded in a rocky hillside. The rocks grew as I grew. Pieces broke away as we erupted together, boulders tumbling down and crashing to the ground below as my body and the matrix it was embedded in thrust upward, toward the sky.
When the growth stopped, I saw the Earth, still about 18 inches across, with this huge craggy me-mountain sticking straight up another 18 inches or so, about 6 inches across at the base and narrowing at the top, hard as stone and pulsing with life. My skin was in some places soft and fleshy, and in other places brown and stony, merging with the mountain that was my foundation, my lower half.
I enjoyed this vision for a few moments, and then looked to my dear friend sitting next to me. Where is my friend in this world of mine? Is she just a dot on my Earth? And suddenly she was holding an Earth in her hands, just like I had been, and then she too grew out of her own Earth with her skin melding with stone and with her own colors and shape. I smiled at her.
I turned to the woman on my left, and the same thing happened, and then to Janene, our hostess, and the same thing happened again. We were no longer just four women sitting around a piano singing hallelujah, we were four magnificent, individual and complete souls, anchored to our own Earths.
What about the rest of the population? I then saw billions of these Earth-Mountain-Statues, all floating around in space, suspended by nothing, just existing. This is the human race.
What of God? He was there, above and behind my left shoulder, normal-sized compared to my actual physical body, but much larger than the Earth-Beings floating all around. His beard was gray, very long, and wavy, and his robes draped over his shoulders and arms. His eyes saw everyone, simultaneously. He was smiling, nearly chuckling as his secrets were revealed to me. I could not see what his mountain-body looked like, could not look upon his foundation for being. Only his upper body was visible to me.
Now what, God?
He smiled at me, and his hands raised immediately, poised in the air like a conductor timing the first beat. And in fact, that is exactly who he was. He moved his arms to the beat of the most beautiful, flowing, complex, poignant and joyful music I have ever heard. I saw the music. I saw the five lines of a music staff flowing from his hands in undulating waves, up and down, back and forth. And each Human-Earth rushed eagerly to find a place between those lines, laughing and smiling as they jostled together in joy. The Human-Earths each became a single note in this creative melody of life.
My physical body sang in tune with the three women in the room, Janene accompanying us, guiding us, inspiring us. The sounds really are just vibrations. And that is what connects each soul: vibrations. The sounds we were making, and the sounds God’s choir was making, they were waves shimmering through space and time, flowing through matter to provide each of us with the language we need to talk to each other, with and without words, and always with love.
What does this all mean?
We are not merely physical beings taking up ever-lessening space on this finite blue and brown and white planet. We are not crowding each other at all. Rather, we are each of us a part of our own Earth. We each have our own world to live in. We are defined in this lifetime by the planet to which we are born: space, time, matter, energy, color, form, society. It is all ethereal as a soap bubble. And also hard as rock.
This is why we cannot inhabit another’s world. It is their own, and only they can see it and experience it the way they are meant to. We each have our own world to live in. My space is here, and it is for me, in which to learn and to grow and to show my face to the sun. The illusion is this: we feel separate and alone, and we struggle to survive. The truthful melody is this: we have been planted upon a speck of dust for a short period of time, to sprout and take root and to grow, given the constraints of physicality. Yet all the while we are a soulful and unending note in the melody of love.