05/28/2021
There is a story that there is, or has been, or will be a village of people, somewhere in the world, where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child is a thought in its mother’s mind. When a woman from this village decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the Song of the child that wants to come. After she has heard the Song of this child, she goes to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches the Song to him. Then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they will sing together the Song of the child, as a way to invite its Soul to Earth.
Later, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s Song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around the birthing mother may sing the child’s Song to welcome it. As the child grows up, the other villagers are taught this child’s Song and eventually all of them know each other's Songs. If the child should fall, or, say, hurt its knee, someone picks up the child and sings that child's Song to them. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village gather to sing his or her Song to them.
In this village there is another important occasion upon which the villagers gather to sing someone's Song to them. If at any time during his or her life, a person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Their Song is then sung to them by those that know and love them as a way to remind this individual who they really are.
The people of this village recognize that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of one's true identity. When you recognize, and are reminded of your own Song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And so it goes this way throughout their life. Should they marry, both Songs are sung together, woven to create a new, united song. They each retain their own song, yet their new family song has also begun. Finally, when this child has grown old and is lying in bed, ready to die, all of the villagers gather and sing their Song to them, one last time, to help carry them onto their next place. Often, those who have lost a loved one will sing or hum to themselves the Songs of those who have passed, as a way to remember them and soothe the heart.
Most of us have not grown up in a village or family that sings our Song to us at crucial life transitions, but Life is always reminding us when we are in tune with ourselves and when we are not. When we feel good, what we are doing matches our Song, our Vibration, and when we feel awful, it does not. In the end, should we choose to, we can all recognize our Song and learn to sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, or at times, yet so too have all the great Singers of this Life. So just keep singing, dear one, and you too shall find your way Home.
Would you like some help in hearing, or finding your own Song? If so, please feel free to contact us any time at Healing Song Therapy. Whether online through Zoom or chat, or recorded and sent to you, or safely done in person, it is always our great pleasure to help you be in tune with yourself so that you may hear and, if you wish, sing your own Song.
We know that Everything is just Energy in different states of Vibration. Sound is a vibration of Energy that we can hear. Music is a type of Sound pleasing to our ears and Song is the human vocal expression of Music and Sound. As we also know that Energy is Eternal, so then too must be Sound, Music and Song. So then, in a way, perhaps we are all just the Universe eternally singing, in Love and Joy, to Itself...and That is a most lovely Song indeed.
