It cannot be found in any instrument….
It is the musician who must bring Music forth, or not.”
-- Victor Wooten --
It had been so long, and I was so very excited! I had a new guitar (at least new to me), and Music, my long lost love, was calling to me again. I didn’t expect to suddenly sound like a diva, play like a rock star, and join the ranks of the rich and famous. No, that was never the goal. I did, however, harbor the illusion that this would be a blooming time, one of sweet reunion and celebration.
For those of you following my journey, you will not be surprised to learn this isn’t exactly what happened…but what did happen surprised me.
The Adventure Begins
After watching the video, I felt compelled to do more research on the subject. I learned that in 1936 the International Concert Pitch was changed from A=432 Hz (Verdi’s A) to A=440 Hz, and now most Western music is tuned to this higher frequency. There are many theories as to why this change was made, yet it seems the change is now being questioned by some.
Leonard G. Horowitz, DMD, MA, MPH, DNM (hon.), who wrote a paper entitled Musical History and Cult Control, stated that music in A=440 Hz can create a herd-mind effect and pre-dispose people to illness and aggression.
Maria Renold, who wrote Intervals, Scales, Tones, and the Concert Pitch C=128 Hz, conducted experiments with 2000 people around the world comparing their reactions to tones in both A=440 Hz and A=432 Hz. Over 90% found the tones in A=440 Hz to be “uncomfortable, irritating, and unpleasant” and described the A=432 Hz tones to be “peaceful, pleasant, and full.” She concluded that the higher frequency of 440 Hz causes consciousness to disassociate from the body and creates anti-social behavior. http://www.sacred-geometry.es/?q=en/content/concert-pitch-a432-and-c128
I learned that the frequencies created by tuning to A=432 Hz mirror the vibrations found in the natural world and human DNA. They are coherent with the golden ratio, 12-base math, sacred geometry, and the speed of light. Cymatics (which provide visual depictions of musical resonance) reveals that tones in 432 Hz create beautiful mandalas. There is harmony and symmetry in 432 Hz.
Rudolph Steiner (1861-1925) said, “Music based on C=128 Hz (C note in concert A=432 Hz) will support humanity on its way towards spiritual freedom. The inner ear of the human being is built on C=128 Hz.”
I decided to compare the tunings for myself while I was in Hawaii, and I noticed that music played in 440 Hz felt more mental. The energies centered around my head. When I experienced music tuned to 432 Hz, the notes resonated through my whole body. I also found it easier to sing songs in 432 Hz as the lower more resonant tuning created less strain on my vocal cords.
I know from personal experience the potent healing effect of Music. When I sang to my Mother during her illness, the music mitigated our fears and created a safe space for her transition. I started to become deeply curious. Would changing the tuning of my songs to 432 Hz help facilitate my own challenging integration? The tingles I felt told me I was on to something. I left the island eager to explore this and maybe even write and record songs again.
It All Goes New
When my shipping box arrived holding my Hawaiian guitar, I was so excited to open the box, but when I did, I received an unwelcome surprise. The guitar didn’t feel as resonant with me. How could this be?
I took her on a road trip and nothing flowed. Nothing at all. As I held her against me, I could feel her pull back a bit. She had completed her service to me, she was telling me. To move forward, I would need another instrument, one with a different vibration.
My mind had a lot to say about this: “Another instrument? Really??? Don’t you LOVE the guitar you brought home from Hawaii? She was a very expensive instrument, and you spent even more to ship her home. And oh, by the way, a new top-of-the-line guitar is going to cost a lot of money! Seriously, a LOT of money!! Get a grip, girlfriend. Why can’t you be satisfied with what you have?”
I knew the money malarkey was psycho-babble. I had plenty of money to buy a new guitar. The real issue wasn’t money at all, it was self-worth. Did I honestly feel I deserved a brand new remarkable instrument? Just the thought of this made me nervous. To give myself such a gift I would have to trust myself…enough to bring down the barrier I’d erected between Music and me. Could I allow the energies to flow without restriction?
Well…now we were getting down to it.
I started thinking about what Music is and how I experience Her. I think of Her as a form of divine communication, Sound that attracts energy into form, like the Hindu mantra, "Om," or the "word of God" as described in the Bible.
and the Word was God.
The same was in the beginning with God.
All things were made by him;
and without him was not any thing made that was made.
In him was life; and the life was the light of men.”
John 1:1-4 (KJV)
Within a week of this understanding, I bought a brand new guitar. I traded in the one I had purchased as a gift from my mother. I felt her smiling at me when I did this.
Then I sold my two older instruments, honoring the commitment I’d made months before. They’d been long-time friends and it was surprisingly painful to let them go; but in doing so, I learned they were tied to me by more than mere memories. I am evidently quite the sorceress as I’d placed spells on those instruments to hold myself in check. When I released the guitars, my body literally shook as the energies were freed. I also heard the joyful laughter of the wise Master within. I confess, it was all rather shocking.
For now, my Hawaiian guitar will be my travel companion. We will go on road trips and camping excursions together, and that feels right to both of us. (She is with me right now on a road trip as I write this, and she is a great comfort to me.)
The new instrument has a different purpose. Her sound rings with the vibrations of evolution. I will tell you, she is very beautiful. The body woods (Bear Claw Sitka Spruce and Macassar Ebony) are fierce, and her tone is incredibly potent and pure.
I suspected she was the right instrument for me when I saw her picture on-line. Playing her for the first time in the store, I was convinced; but humorously, Joe (who had come with me to offer an objective pair of ears) was not. He looked at me with confusion. “It doesn’t quite fit you,” he said. I reminded him that I didn’t want an instrument that fit my current expression - I wanted one that would help me get where I was going to go. “Ah!” he exclaimed, “Well, then, that one will get the job done!” And I must confess, my new friend is challenging me at every level of my musicianship. Songs I’d performed for years can no longer be played the same old way on this guitar. When I try to do so, they just sound wrong.
I started asking each song how it wants to be expressed, and then I experimented. I tried different keys and chord progressions. I learned new picking and strumming patterns. I simplified and refined my phrasing, searching for the right tone and emotional delivery. I changed the way I listened; and this, in retrospect, was the whole point!
In the midst of my repertoire’s reinvention, I was drawn to reread Victor Wooten’s magical tale, The Music Lesson: A Spiritual Search for Growth Through Music (Berkley Books, New York, 2006). I gathered a quote from pages 3-4 in this book and used it to start this post. Victor, who is a renowned Nashville bassist, shares his story of how Music spoke to him, and through various teachers and experiences, taught him to listen to Her in a whole new way.
Years ago, when I read this book for the first time, I didn’t understand what Victor was talking about. This time, I got it! Music was now talking to me, and I was listening very carefully. As a result, my songs were not the only thing being reimagined.
The Resonance That liberates
- First it flushed out my anger…anger I didn’t even know I had...especially the anger I felt at my own divinity for abandoning me in this human hell-scape.
- Then it found the eons-old stories I’d buried in the darkest corners, and all the scary ghosts that fed on those stories.
- After dealing with my darkness, it pulled my fierce evangelical aspects front and center so I could get a good clear look at the misery my puritanical patterns of protection were creating.
- After this, it blew apart the power games I used to force my creations into form. I felt like my creativity was dying.
- Then, in a final glorious reveal, it pulled the curtain back on the wounded healer that was STILL taking on everybody’s suffering (when I wasn’t looking) in a desperate attempt to create safe space. Ugh.
- At least 20 disturbing physical issues accompanied by a montage of fear, grief, regret, guilt, shame, anger, depression, and despair erupted in glorious technicolor. And when the lava finally cooled, it was all topped off with three weeks of the flu combined with lower back spasms.
I felt like Dorothy inside the tornado. Ironically, I took a ride through western Kansas during this fateful period, and just happened to experience THIS:
The interstate was closed a few hours after I took this picture…I’m guessing because a herd of cows became airborne and sprayed a trail of liquid terror in their wake, thus preventing all forward motion on the highway. It was a sublime example of the outside world mirroring my inner landscape. Who says the universe doesn’t have a sense of humor?
What I Learned From It All
I realized first that my most treasured identities were all based on duality. I’d created personas that thrived on resistance - battles of good versus evil and light versus dark. Ironically, both sides of the spectrum were so fearful and controlling as to be almost indistinguishable from each other. Surely my puritanical perfectionist had caused as much trauma as any of my dark aspects.
Next it dawned on me that whenever I ran away from one extreme, especially in a blind fervor, I inevitably went full-circle and became what I was running from! Likewise, if I resisted something, I attracted it right into my experience. Could this be because (gasp) it really just wanted my acceptance?
In the end, I realized there was nothing I wasn’t, therefore, there was nothing I needed to protect myself from! The battle for or against anything was a complete illusion and the fight was drained of all meaning. I knew that the only thing that stood between me and grace was my own darn beliefs! So the joke was on me. I laughed about this for days when I finally saw it. It was grim humor, but it was humor none-the-less.
The Quantum Physics Connection
New science, he informed us, is revealing that matter is not solid or continuous because the quanta that creates the atoms emits brief bursts of light so our forms are essentially re-made with each burst. We can change our reality by changing the filter through which this light shines. I will paraphrase this and say, we can change our reality by changing the beliefs that filter how we perceive our potentials. A harmonious compassionate perspective can create harmonious compassionate forms.
Gregg explained that everything that will ever exist is present within the quantum field of potentials, and everything is entangled there with everything else. We draw our potentials to us from the field through our own thoughts and feelings, which are electrical and magnetic and communicate with the quantum field.
Then he explained that our heart has a bio-magnetic field that is 5000 times stronger than that of our brain, and the heart’s electrical field is 100 times stronger. Our heart's resonance is strong enough to entrain the brain into coherence. When the heart and mind are harmonious, we bring compassion into our awareness and into the quantum field. When we are in coherence, we sense our entanglement with all our potentials. We gain insight through intuition. We transcend time and space. We change the shape of our DNA. We effect matter all around us and it responds to our resonance.
If we are coherent, we expect benevolence. When we bump into a battle (whether it is in our health, abundance, relationships, or self-worth), we can know it for what it is - the ghost of an old belief in separation - and we can choose to let it go, shift our perception to coherence, and allow energy to serves us with benevolence.
There are a few tricky bits to this in my experience. If we look at our bodies or at our human circumstances, and focus on the same old undesirable reality, we can get stuck. The gravity of what we believe is true will suck us back into the mire in an instant.
The key is to not fight what we see. If we fight, our focus gets locked in and the gravity grows. We have to let the weight go, as if it was never ours to begin with, and with great clarity choose to feel the love vibration in our heart, regardless of what our eyes show us. We have to radiate that benevolence as a creative act without attaching a goal to the outcome, knowing that whatever comes, whether it is an ending or a beginning (for in truth, they are the same thing) serves us perfectly. In a way, we have to let go of everything we know and feel our way forward into a mystery. This takes clarity. It takes commitment. It takes courage. And we must do it over and over, regardless of how much our minds scream, until the gravity finally lets go.
Communicating The Divine Frequency
Victor Wooten said that Music is not contained in any instrument but is brought forth by the musician. I've learned that in our highest expression, we can radiate color and light and sound, not to perfect the old human and its stories, but to celebrate them, integrate them, and create something entirely new.
Surreal? You betcha.
Chaotic? Yup. On the best of days.
Beautiful? Unbelievably so.
What comes next? I have absolutely no idea…but I can feel it.