When we heard the gong, our senses healed. It became, to every effect, something deep within us that came to full focus.
The C major penetrated deep into the soul of our changing brain.
The gong promised it’d be at the forefront of my healing. I sensed its frustration. It didn’t necessarily opt for this option – to cure me. What I wanted was a different way.
The therapist laid me down on the floor hoping the gong would enter a deeper layer of consciousness.
I felt spurts of understanding. The spurts became clarity. The clarity became healing. We tap into the heart of our heart and find understanding. Something so simple. Something so simple as sound, created the understanding to keep going.
A sound so deep. Why haven’t we tried this before?