Posts Tagged ‘Healing Power of Music’

Om Shree Sache Om ~ Deva Premal

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! It’s not very Irish, but this feels right to share today. If you find your mind filled with worries, chatter or empathing the energies around you, upgrading content works wonders. Literally, works Wonders. The mantra translates to:

“May the ultimate truth and that which is beyond all boundaries be victorious. May there be peace, peace, peace.”

2Cellos ~ Benedictus

My mood yesterday and this morning:

Thanks to David and “My Dream Guys” for always knowing and providing the soundtrack of my life. 🙂 This one’s too beautiful not to share.

CALAN ~ Gwdihŵ Shoes

Happy music!


Song of the New Earth

This is lovely! Thanks, Ann.


639 Hz ~ Anahata: The Heart Chakra

Music to awaken, heal and balance your heart chakra. Peace!

Three German Students Surprise a Homeless Guy

via Matt Monarch:

Update on Harry Manx and the Mohan Veena

Just wanted to post this follow-up on the Harry Manx story: “Unique guitar taken at O’Hare; its owner gets lots of love in return.” This headline comes from a heartwarming story in the Chicago Tribune, which details how his Facebook post about the missing Mohan Veena has received 3.5 million views.

Three people offered to make him a new Mohan Veena, and he already has one on the way from India. Chicago locals are scouring pawn shops and Craigslist. Tens of thousands of people have sent Harry personal messages of love, prayer and support. He has felt such an outpouring of love that “I sort of think it’s a fair trade,” said Manx. “He can have the Veena, I’ll take the love I have here. That’s probably worth more than the instrument. At the end of the day, it’s just wood.”

You can read the full story by clicking here. I just wanted to share a follow-up so that all the people who sent love, Reiki, prayers, Runes and kind words to Harry would know that such things add up. As David said this morning, “When bad things happen to good people, the world gives them an enormous outpouring of love.” I also noted that it was Harry’s vulnerable heartfelt plea that touched people. Baring your heart takes courage, but El Mundo Bueno rewards that sort of thing. We are loved. Deeply, deeply loved.

Remembering Gramma Irene

My mom’s mom passed away in the wee hours of Thursday morning in my Aunt Gail’s home, where Gramma Irene spent the past two years living with my cousins and Uncle Bret. I was initially a bit surprised to hear the news, because I usually receive some sort of visitation or warning just prior, during or immediately after someone passes. This happens consistently, even with people I don’t know very well, so yesterday felt a little surreal until later in the evening when I mentioned to my sister that it seemed so weird not to have known.

My sister replied that she had felt her — feeling compelled to tell Gramma Irene stories last Friday. I then realized that I, too, had felt Gramma’s presence this past Tuesday while attending the Christmas concert at Goshen College. I even blogged about the audience exquisitely singing the Hallelujah Chorus. What I didn’t say in my blog, but did mention to David and think about for days was how much that experience reminded me of my maternal grandmother. I was seated next to a dear 82-year-old friend of mine, and her surprising soprano voice belting out the Hallelujah Chorus sounded so much like Gramma Irene that I teared up. All week long, I’ve heard a blend of my friend and my grandmother singing through my head.

In 2009, while renting a home in Sonoma County, CA with my then-husband, now ex-husband, Stephen, I wrote a post with a little tribute to Gramma Irene inside of it, and it seems appropriate to share her part here:

I have always wanted a rose garden. My maternal grandmother lived in Irvine, CA for most of my youth, and she had the most beautiful roses in full bloom on her patio. A long-time soloist, she would sing her arias while pruning away, offering me, her sixteen-year-old granddaughter, mimosas and chocolate for breakfast. In retrospect, Gramma Irene was a pretty cool grandma!

My grandmother has since moved somewhere that maintains the rose gardens for her, but she still has lovely rose pillows and garden paintings in her apartment. When Stephen and I moved to our new home in Sonoma County, one of the first things I noticed was a woman singing arias while she gardened. It totally reminded me of my grandma! As things turned out, we have our own rose bushes, too, many of which needed pruning. I finally went outside today with some pruning sheers — my first ever — and had a go at them. I think I did pretty well, but we’ll see how many new blooms we get. 🙂

While trimming off the old blooms, I remembered some old thoughts I’d had regarding the whole concept of pruning: the idea that in order to grow, sometimes we need to cut back more than we think is necessary. Some of those leaves looked just fine to me, but I needed to prune them back to the first 5-patch if I wanted the bush to continue blooming. During life coaching sessions, sometimes that same principle holds true. Parts of someone’s life may look just fine, but in order to invite the big blossoming, they still need some cutting out and reshaping. I love how nature reminds us of the abundance of life — that we can remove parts that sap energy in preparation for the tremendous blooms in store for us. We need not fear some discipline or change. Giant, fragrant petals are on the way!

While pruning roses, I started thinking about a Garden Paradise, and quickly those thoughts turned to humanity’s attempts to return to that original Garden Paradise — our personal Eden.

Fast forward 4.5 years, and I now have my own, quite large, garden, a new home and a completely new love life. I had intended to plant rose bushes this Fall, but I ran out of time. Now I know why. Gramma Irene, I’ll be planting those rose bushes in memory of you.

I’ve lost two grandmothers this year — 101 year old Grandma Van in April and 91-year-old Gramma Irene yesterday. I shouldn’t really say “lost,” since I carry pieces of each of them with me, and I know I can speak with the dead whenever we both want those lines of communication open. My dad brought me little houses from Grandma Van, and they now house the faeries on our front porch. (For real — you could feel the energy shift when I put them on the window sills.) When I see our front porch, I think of Grandma Van, and whenever I see or smell those rose bushes, I will remember Gramma Irene.

Blessings and love to both of you. Thanks for bringing so much magic, beauty and love to my life!

me, Gramma Irene, Grandma Van, my brother Craig and my sister, Erica

me, Gramma Irene, Grandma Van, my brother Craig and my sister, Erica

Land Fill Harmonic

Wow! This is one of the most powerful videos I’ve seen and heard in a long time. It’s like a bija mantra or seed sound with ripples of implications into so many areas. Thanks to RMN for this inspirational and poignant piece!

A note from the Land Fill Harmonic below the YouTube video:

“If you liked the teaser, will you consider a small pledge of $1 to help make this project a reality? For more info, please visit: | If we all join together for small amounts, big things are possible…”

Jill Mattson ~ Things Ancient People Did with Music

Thank you, Gillian, for bringing this article to my attention! It’s such a lovely summary of ways that music was used in Ancient times. I would add to it the incredible power of poetry, as well. So many Ancient myths and history came to us via the bards, who sang their thousand plus lines of poetry as they traveled around the world. The combination of music and poetry preserved stories in ways that fickle minds and whisper down the alley legends might have lost.

Jill Mattson ~ Things Ancient People Did with Music
Jill’s Wings Of Light May 31 2013

Here are some more utterly fascinating things that people in ancient history have done with music for very specific purposes.

Ancient dance

Music was believed to be a force to alter civilizations. Several years before the American Revolution, patriotic and freedom songs were popular. The songs were designed to encourage young men to fight and go to war. American Indians also used “war” dances to strengthen warriors “mettle” and aggression. In ancient Hindu history, terrifying sounds were used to unnerve and scare enemies.

In the Bible, David played the harp to lift Saul’s depression. Egyptian papyri, over 2,600 years old, refer to incantations as cures for infertility and rheumatic pain.

The ancient Greeks believed music had the power to heal the body and soul. They used the flute and the lyre for gout and sciatica. Paeans were a classification of ancient Greek songs that cured specific illnesses. For example, when the plague hit ancient Greece, they played a specific song with the frequencies and rhythmic patterns thought to halt the illness. There is a Greek saying, “Men have a song, as a physician for pain.”

Ancient music

It is said that that Alexander the Great had his sanity restored by music played on the lyre. The Greek philosophers took people with mental health issues to concerts for therapy. Pythagoras used melodies and rhythms to cure diseases of the body and mind.

The ancient Egyptians wrote musical notes and letters on paper and the ink-like substance dissolved in water. They drank the water to heal certain ailments. They believed that the vibrations created by shapes and words created a subtle energy, that when ingested, were healing and enlightening. These ideas remind of Masuro Emoto’s work, showing freezing water affected by positive words produced pleasing and beautiful shapes. Angry words created lopsided and distorted patterns.

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