I moved into my retreat in a Swiss mountain village Leysin in April 2008, having settled\u00a0 into solitude after Ronald\u2019s curt instruction several months earlier,\u00a0 \u2018Now, go \u2013 and grow!\u2019\u00a0 Growing involved my being alone, a lot, and I had been exploring my \u2018spiritual path\u2019, both consciously and conscientiously.\u00a0 A pilgrimage to Egypt in April was central in my exploration and an evening in the temple at Luxor at full moon was pivotal.\u00a0 Luxor was\/is the headquarters of Serapis Bey, a being unknown to me before my visit but one of my several guides, as I was later informed.<\/p>\n
Our small group was to hold ceremony at the temple with the Wesak full moon.\u00a0 The moon was enormous, brilliant and so close it seemed to fill the landscape and immediate surroundings of the temple \u2013 the columns sharply defined and shining white in the luminous lunar searchlight.\u00a0 Some members of our group were milling around in front of these, leaning up against them and feeling the weight of history, sensing the density of shadows behind them.\u00a0 I had a strong desire to remain in the front, with the light of the full moon, which was quite possibly a \u2018super moon\u2019, on my face.<\/p>\n
Two white-robed figures were moving swiftly and deftly amongst us, a woman and a man, tall beautiful other-worldly.\u00a0 Not traveling with us but known to the leader and some of our group, and the ceremony was shaping up under their guidance.\u00a0 They were selecting and positioning individuals gently somewhere on an invisible geometric pattern on the ground, seen and sensed only by them.\u00a0 I found myself guided to the centre of what was appearing as an inner circle.\u00a0 It felt like being choreographed and I stood firm in my place.<\/p>\n
As the shape grew and our group morphed into a large five-pointed star held within a large circle, I began to sense an unfamiliar energetic sensation.\u00a0 It started in my feet.\u00a0 They felt rooted, literally as if roots were growing from my soles, breaking through the cracks in the stone surface of the temple floor, forcing their way into the crust of the soil below and into the earth itself.\u00a0 I could no longer move my feet.\u00a0 They were anchored.\u00a0 And there was a vibration, a tingling of energy moving up my legs and into the base of my spine.\u00a0 I could feel the moonlight full on my face but, with my eyes closed, I had shifted into another \u2018space\u2019 altogether.\u00a0 An altered space in the real sense.<\/p>\n
Some kind of ceremony was taking place around me.\u00a0 I could hear invocations and soft singing; a beautiful pure female voice, crystalline in the night air of the Luxor silence.\u00a0 Then at some point the ceremonial activity ceased and there was a shuffling as the circle and the pattern began to disintegrate and unravel.\u00a0 I opened my eyes adjusting to this other dimension, swaying a little.\u00a0 But I could not move my feet.\u00a0 I was rigid, fixed, anchored.\u00a0 My roots had penetrated deep.\u00a0 There was a little consternation and some remedial action.\u00a0 I was aware of my friend Beth holding me gently but firmly and trying to steer me away from the invisible grip emanating from the temple floor, finally breaking the magnetic hold.<\/p>\n
Later that night trying to sleep in the airconditioned hotel room I experienced unbelievable pain in my head for several hours.\u00a0 Earlier that day we had travelled to the valley of the Kings in an intense and unseasonal heatwave.\u00a0 Temperatures had reached an impossible 52 degrees, and I was unable to enter any of the tombs, the heat coming out of them blasting up like a furnace and burning my face as I bent down in an attempt to climb down into one of them.\u00a0 The next morning we were due to rise at 4.30am in order to travel up the Nile in a number of hot air balloons at sunrise.\u00a0 A ride in a hot air balloon had been on my mother\u2019s list of unfulfilled dreams, and I had intended to enjoy this ride for both of us.<\/p>\n
At 4.00am I got up and went to the bathroom, aware of a warm liquid spewing from my right ear into my hand.\u00a0 It was golden and I was deaf.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
I rested and remained indoors while the group had their balloon sunrises, and then we traveled to Karnak in the afternoon, another formidable experience in the heat.\u00a0 My discomfort grew the following day and on the second evening after my full moon experience in the cooler evening air, I visited an ear, nose and throat specialist in the backstreets of Luxor.\u00a0 This involved climbing over a line of men, women and children seated on narrow stairs which spiraled up to his second-floor room in a dilapidated building.\u00a0 I was being guided up and jumping the queue by an Egyptian driver from the hotel.\u00a0 The specialist, having examined me and the golden discharge, was mystified and prescribed antibiotics although, as I recall, his diagnosis did not refer to any specific infection.\u00a0 I myself had not felt undue concern either but was reassured none the less, and the antibiotics reassured the others in the group.<\/p>\n
Returning to the hotel after this glimpse into another slice of life in Luxor, I sought out our group leader, Michelle, hoping for some clarity about what she thought had happened on an energetic level and why.\u00a0 I was now wearing a turquoise headscarf in a twenties-like turban and holding a wad of cotton wool in place over my right ear, which continued its outpouring of golden liquid in a slow but steady stream.<\/p>\n
Here, once again in writing these memoirs, I am aware that it is necessary to suspend the rational mind.\u00a0 In her room, with Beth and I, Michelle tuned in with my question.\u00a0 Master Kuthumi promptly came through, as if he had expected us.\u00a0 As I could not hear, Beth was scribbling furiously, obviously a scribe in a previous life!\u00a0 Apparently, this visit to Egypt was an important part of my process in remembering my soul\u2019s purpose.\u00a0 I was being prepared to bring through particular frequencies in the music which comes through me.\u00a0 In effect and in essence I am a kind of channel.\u00a0 Although I resist this term, this is indeed what I am and what I have been doing since 2003 when the music returned to me. Kuthumi explained that during this time of great change, a shift in consciousness will be experienced by earth and humanity.\u00a0 New fluid geometries and light frequencies will be a large part of the process as humanity begins to awaken.<\/p>\n
These new light frequencies and fluid geometries travel in sound, and my music is a contribution to bringing these through and I would start to do it during the coming year.\u00a0 I tried to make sense as this explanation unfolded .\u00a0 \u2018So, why the loss of hearing?’<\/p>\n
There are dark forces resisting the process of enlightening the earth.\u00a0 Negative energies whose interest in blocking my role in this process was clear in the attempt at an \u2018implant\u2019. The effort to subvert things had culminated in my experience in the Luxor temple.\u00a0 The sense I had had there of dark negative energies lurking in the field of shadows filling the unlit portions of the ruins came back to me now as I was guided through Kuthumi\u2019s explanation.<\/p>\n
\u2018It was a shoddy job\u2019 he said then, and \u2018steps have been underway to remove it.\u00a0\u00a0 Hence the sensation of bursting following the searing pain I had experienced after the full moon ceremony and before the golden liquid had started to flow.\u00a0 I continued taking the antibiotics, to reassure my rational mind, but my non-rational right brain was totally satisfied with the clarification I had been given as to what my music is about – an answer to a key question I had been holding for some time.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
I still could not hear anything.\u00a0 The sensation was like having my head inside a thick glass sphere; an inverted goldfish bowl or vintage space helmet fitted at the throat with no sound coming through at all.\u00a0 It was silent inside except for the sound of the silence which was like the whooshing of the ocean.\u00a0 I imagined this could be the sound of deep space, the sound of light as it rushes past one on its way to somewhere else light years away in the universe.\u00a0 This sound was in the universe of my own head, however, and the rest of the world, people, events, communication was like a silent movie.\u00a0 I was completely cut off from this other world.\u00a0 Beth began to act as my interpreter in all ways, helping me navigate through this confusing time in an unfamiliar culture and soundscape.\u00a0 And I was still waking up every morning with a perfect golden sphere on my pillow, like a sun disk!<\/p>\n
In the lobby of the large hotel where our group stayed during our last few days in Cairo was a large black grand piano.\u00a0 It drew me and I had a strong urge to play, to play for peace in this complex region.\u00a0 We lit candles and members of the group were seated around the piano with their packed belongings in the process of taking our leave from Egypt and each other.\u00a0 In a way, I had taken my leave prematurely as I had withdrawn into my silence.\u00a0 But now I sat at the piano and pressed a single note.\u00a0 I heard nothing.\u00a0 Not sure if anything had in fact sounded, I looked at Beth.\u00a0 She nodded.\u00a0 It had.<\/p>\n
I started to play, not hearing a single note.\u00a0 I felt the vibrations of course, and my eyes closed as my fingers moved up and down the keys \u2013 as they do when the music comes through.\u00a0 I played for about ten minutes, and someone recorded this download, which I listened to much later when my hearing returned.\u00a0 It was a plea for peace \u2013\u00a0 there were moments of passion and deep pain coming through but the concluding part of this unheard \u2018recital\u2019 sounded full of promise, of potential, and it ended on a note almost of joy.<\/p>\n
Several bystanders had stopped to listen, and the music seemed to have touched a few hearts.\u00a0 The man behind the bar who had resisted finding us the key to the locked piano, citing all sorts of reasons why guests could not play this piano seemed silenced, holding a dishcloth and gazing over at us, me and the piano.\u00a0 It seemed as though he had listened deeply too.<\/p>\n
Later that evening we boarded our flight to Geneva, still in a fog and relying increasingly on Beth for guidance and actual intervention, ordering meals, paying bills, getting me back safely to my retreat in the Swiss mountain village where I could regain my balance, go deep within and tap into what this gift of enforced silence was all about.\u00a0 I was still not at all as perturbed and concerned as others seemed to be.\u00a0 Sensory deprivation was another experience, and I was curious as to what would unfold.<\/p>\n
As I settled into my retreat, my hearing slowly began to return.\u00a0 It was early spring and the first sounds I became aware of were the songs of birds.\u00a0 Birdsong.\u00a0 I began to listen deeply and heard sound in a completely new and very different way.\u00a0 As if my auditory senses were able now to hear a wider range of audible, and perhaps even inaudible frequencies.\u00a0 I did some research on birdsong and arose early to record it at dawn with my newly acquired technology.\u00a0 I\u00a0 found a description which enchanted me.\u00a0 Birds attune the third dimension to the beautiful blue band surrounding the planet \u2013 taking us to the outer boundary where it meets cosmic sound.\u00a0 Such is the magnitude, magnificence and miracle of birdsong.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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