Jan 25th the planets aligned.
It’s funny how things work out. We were scheduled to go on an all day tour to various places around Oaxaca. Going on the tour meant that we wouldn’t be back in time to attend a sound healing ceremony that was hosted by our friend Ernesto Olmos.
As luck would have it, we couldn’t get a taxi to take us to the meeting place of the tour . . . so we had to reschedule.
Meaning . . . . we were able to attend the sound healing.
Ernesto Olmos is of Zapotec lineage. He’s an artist, a musician and a healer who has spent his life in those pursuits. His handmade drums and flutes are imbued with his artistic style and healer spirit.
I wore this amazing necklace that Amber had given me. It was full of shells and crystals. I don’t wear it often but since the planets were aligning, I thought it was the perfect time to do so.
The sound healing itself was amazing. Between the traditional instruments and Ernesto’s clear, strong voice it was easy for me to drop into a deep meditation.
I felt as though my entire being became liquid, water that held my physical shape but lacked opacity and was a clear aqua. Then huge, glorious wings sprouted from my back, they also had the same liquidity. I could feel them as they spread out, sloughing off their previous containment.
There were many stages of this in my mind. The planets, the necklace, smell of copal, Ernesto’s voice, drums and instruments all formed a vortex swirling round and round. That magnetic ladder pulled me up and into another dimension.
I won’t go into all of it here because I’m still processing and integrating it. Suffice it to say, I was deep in the meditation.
Afterwards, during the friendly banter, Ernesto apologized for setting my hair on fire.
“What?” I asked incredulously, my hands shot up to my head to feel around, suddenly aware of the unmistakable smell of burnt hair.
“Yes,” he said, “one of my flutes has a flame in it. When I came to you a gust of wind picked up a ball of flame and it shot into your hair.”
My probing fingers found the area of singe.
“You didn’t feel me putting it out?” He asked.
“No,” I answered still feeling out the damage.
He continued, “I think it was getting rid of ancestral trauma.”
I was busy smelling my hair and judging whether or not I needed to see someone with scissors. I decided it wasn’t too bad and couldn’t help but laugh.
(By the way, the last photo of all the planets was taken by the James Webb telescope)
