The recording of Liquid Light<\/em> took place on 21 December 2008, according to my \u2018instructions\u2019.\u00a0 Unable to locate and contact someone with technical abilities, it was another artisanal effort, with me turning on the Sony Walkman just before I went into my zone.\u00a0 But the material was there, a download\u2019 of 21 minutes and 12 seconds in length, captured in MP3 format.\u00a0 The issue now was to transform the raw material (including a few other earlier recordings) into a CD to be called Liquid Light<\/em>.<\/p>\n Pieter, who had orchestrated the extraordinary evening for the recording of the download, had met someone in a queue some months before by chance.\u00a0 Someone,\u00a0 who he was sure would help me with \u2018technical issues\u2019 of my music.\u00a0 And he had tried to contact this person prior to the solstice evening, to have him present and involved.\u00a0 All attempts had failed, hence my doing the recording in my usual amateurish manner.\u00a0 I tried again in January 2009, because the recorded data now needed to be turned into a CD, and I managed to get J on the telephone.<\/p>\n We had a long deeply resonant conversation of perhaps an hour, covering many topics around sound, vibration, healing and music.\u00a0 Clearly, a huge amount of common ground.\u00a0 There was a \u2018charge\u2019 in our connection, quite striking to me.\u00a0 He was clear that he couldn\u2019t get involved in any big new project, as he was about to undergo a hip replacement in February and needed to prepare and get systems in place for this.\u00a0 But he was curious enough to want to hear my material and to advise me.<\/p>\n Thus, a couple of days after my birthday, J visited my home in Kalk Bay.\u00a0 I saw him struggling down the steps to my house and knew this was no ordinary meeting.\u00a0 I sensed my life was going to be impacted.\u00a0 Our first meeting unfolded on a Friday, a couple of days after my fifty-eighth birthday on the 4th of February.\u00a0 He listened to the recording with headphones \u2013 intently \u2013\u00a0 and then gave me the bad news.\u00a0 Having recorded the music in MP3 format, there was not enough to really work with in the post-production phase.\u00a0 From his side, a broader range of sound was needed.\u00a0 MP3 compresses sound into a narrow bandwidth, and this restricts the process in post-production.\u00a0 But in any event, he had said he couldn\u2019t be involved, and I had to get my CD out by April.\u00a0 So, I would continue with the project after my return from my second visit to Egypt taking place a week later.<\/p>\n J left me pondering over the afternoon\u2019s discussions and the fact that I would not be seeing this man again for quite some time.<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n I need to describe what had transpired a couple of days before, just before my birthday. In a pre-birthday call from Ronald my emotions gave me the clear signal that I\/we could not continue like this.\u00a0 He first told me about our bookings for our trip to Corsica after my planned return to Thonon in early June.\u00a0 We had planned this long-awaited for Corsica experience for the annual celebration of our marriage, which would enter its 26th year.\u00a0 We still had not quite let go of the ritual.<\/p>\n Almost in the same breath he said \u2018he was off to Rio \u2018on an impulse\u2019 the following week.\u00a0 Despite the long absence from each other, when he said this, I felt the familiar discomfort knotting me up on the inside.\u00a0 He was not coming out to Cape Town in April but instead using some leave and going to Rio.\u00a0 Of course I knew there was a woman involved.\u00a0 \u2018Oh..\u00a0 Ronald, who is she?\u2019\u00a0 I was feeling miserable and angry with myself at the extent of the uncomfortable feelings.<\/p>\n That night there was a concert in my house with my tenants downstairs.\u00a0 A group of lovely young musicians, very appreciative of my support of their music and creative ventures.\u00a0 One room had been turned into a sound studio, and the large lounge held about twenty seated people listening to Guy Buttery, a talented guitarist.\u00a0 At midnight, there were hugs and birthday kisses, and I went back to my part of the house and my piano, and played for another hour or so.\u00a0 My emotions of the day profound and powerful.<\/p>\n Then at the beach the next morning on my fifty-eighth birthday I received a powerful message from Christa not to be ignored. The phrase which jumped out at me took us both by surprise!<\/p>\n \u2018The illusion of having someone in your life … is worse than the reality of having no one!\u2019\u00a0\u00a0 Where did that spring from?\u00a0 She had no idea.<\/p>\n But suddenly I was taking action and things started happening.<\/p>\n I found myself in a week-long process with a s<\/em>angoma <\/em>around the corner in Clovelly, for the entire week before I was due to go to Egypt. He had had a cancellation from a woman stuck in the UK because of the weather. This was no coincidence.\u00a0 I was trusting these kinds of outcomes by now and felt sure that I had taken the right decision or been guided to do so.\u00a0 I knew I needed some process to cut the cords which bound me to Ronald.\u00a0 For five days I had sessions with the sangoma<\/em> in the early morning and before sunset and had no social contact and no physical interaction with anyone.\u00a0 However, I did have a couple of long telephone conversations with J, as we began to explore our encounter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Signs and messages on my 58th birthday. 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