Singing the Bones

Because the universe is precision. It looks to the untrained eye as chaos and questions, but perception is a matter of which angle, which lens, which direction is your gaze. Because if you tap into big picture — it is impossible not to perceive a divine order, a cosmic perfection. Our life on this planet, our bodies themselves, are held on the intricate proportions of density, gravity, pressure. We forget how pressure is an agent of life. And that we are sculpted by it, constantly. It is in essence, a holy field. It allows us to make contact. To touch the bodies which breathe beside us.

And this pressure gives shape, structure — so that life can continue to conduct itself. It is a cacophony of aliveness. And no matter how tired, dull, or grey you may feel at times you are always humming with it.

I am into the kind of architecture which decrees things sacred. Which honours the pillars of life — structure which gives space. Freedom which gives intimacy. Death which gives life.

And what carries us through each and every devastating remaking of ourselves? Song. Yes, I mean this quite literally.

Harmonics, cymatics and geometries of the body are what governs my world and my work. As I have felt directly, in my intimate working with plant medicine and biodelic states, how the body itself isan instrument. Most poetically reflected by the resonant shape of conch shells.

Sounding allows us to remain in body while processes intense experiences — vibrationally and directly through the vagus nerve, spinal nerve clusters and tri-body diaphragms. When we understand this, it is quite easy to see how breath and song are the core mechanisms of the expressive antidote to depressive, compressed and contracted states of shallow breathing, restricted energy pathways and the blocks — of space.

Expression opens space. Breath fuels expression. This is the most fundamental, ungovernable, uncontrollable access of HUMAN medicine.

As a Visionary Somatic teacher and practitioner I can safely say freeing the voice, transforms the body and rewires the entire unseen energetic architecture of the human system. It changes the magnetic field. It changes family systems. It is the gift essence of threshold keepers. Those who midwife us through life’s deepest initiations.

When humans grow tired of neo-spiritual fixations of self-development, we will have a cultural renaissance governed by sound. And this will deliver us back to intimacy and trust within our web of relation. Including the beyond human animate world.

Within us lives an endogenous pharmacopeia: a vast chemistry of ecstasy, revelation, healing, and altered perception. The only thing standing between ordinary awareness and the biodelic rapture we so often seek through plant medicines is the veil of sensory gating. Your body is not merely a machine it is continuously composing itself. Composting itself. Singing itself into existence.

Your voice, is braided between the bellows of lungs and their grief bearing, boundary holding sanctuaries, the nodal point of the solar plexus which aches with power and all the abandoned innocence we hold. And this roots within the pelvic diaphragm that cradles, opens and surges the full body voice. Any free sound is a resonant sound

And what allows the entire human system the structure to compose? The bones.