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As we`ve said before, a gong is a gong but at the same time isn`t a gong. To most people, it is simply a piece of metal that makes a nice sound when struck. To us, it is a powerful tool which creates vibrations we hear as sound. A gong also carries a narrative with which we can communicate with the subconscious. Underneath all this, we believe the vibrations also reach us through the ether or akasha and touch us spiritually.
Today I played a gong and was touched by Mercury.
Mercury has a complicated palette of sounds which swirl and mix with each stroke. If they were colours the gong would have a psychedelic surface of dancing rainbows swimming in a deep purple sea. Each mallet strike sending a flare of energy outward into the room. Sometimes these sonic energies take form as voices, as choirs singing in an unknown but angelic language.
Today, as in a dream, I was aware of a beautiful young man beside me, his skin a light golden glow and his blond hair waving backwards as though facing into a wind. He lightly moved behind me and reaching forward took gentle hold of my wrists. His hands were hot against mine, palms that had been close to the sun`s surface. With his guidance the mallets skipped over the gong and the voices within rose to fill the room.
Releasing my hands, he then gently caressed my throat and the warm fingers left a feeling of comfort inside and out. My breathing felt easier and my body eased out a long sigh as though years of tension were released past my vocal chords. I opened my mouth and breathed in the rich deep vibrations from the gong until I could feel them coiling around in my chest. Then I breathed out and heard the most wondrous sounds issue from my mouth. They swam around in front of my face, creating a mask of pure vibration. I looked into the polished central part of the gong and could only see the golden face of Mercury in place of my own. I took another deep breath and opened my mouth wider to sing out in praise of life. The sounds streamed out like water under intense pressure, pouring forward in an intense jet that seemed to go on forever. I could feel the physical world quiver and shake in my proximity and my song joined with the infinite number of voices that form the background sound of the Universe.
Then, I allowed the mallets to strike more slowly and gently, gradually letting the sound die away, until they hung limply at my side. The room shuddered and returned to normal. I looked around at the recipients lying on yoga mats around me and they rested or slept in absolute peace. Oblivious to the miracle that had just taken place in the room.
John and June Shapter, Healing Sound Practitioners and founders of The Chiron Institute UK