When I walked into the bowling alley, I didn’t expect to be handed a lesson in alchemy.
I had just wanted an evening of lighthearted fun, but life had a different plan. A sudden, sharp pain in my right shoulder pulled me out of the game and, little did I know I would embark upon a profound journey of healing.
The pain was more than physical.
Our bodies, the sacred vessels of our experiences, often speak to us when our souls are too overwhelmed to find words. The right shoulder—my masculine side—was carrying the weight of the world. The invisible burdens of responsibility, control, and the relentless urge to “hold it all together” had finally manifested in my body, demanding my attention. The doctor ordered an MRI.
It was my first MRI, and the idea of being cocooned in a narrow, vibrating tube made my chest tighten. I lay down, and as the machine began its symphony of clicks, hums, and jolting mechanical groans, I closed my eyes.
The sound was nothing like I had ever experienced—dissonant, unsettling, and relentless. It felt very uncomfortable, and I had no way out. I felt like being in a cage I was not able to escape from. I stood there and started breathing deeper to soothe myself.
As I was sinking into this experience, I found myself at this little passage within, a space created through my breath.
Something shifted.
I felt a surrender, a softening into the discomfort. The resonance of the machine began to mirror the inner noise of my mind—my fears, my doubts, my pressures. Though I felt so trapped before, I suddenly felt a pause.
A pause inside my core. A space where there was no past or future. Just the present moment.
I began to hum softly, my voice weaving through the harsh soundscape. It started as a survival mechanism, an instinct to self-soothe. But as my voice mingled with the mechanical cacophony, something extraordinary happened.
The MRI chamber, with its cold, clinical walls, began to feel like a sacred space—an echoing cathedral where sound became spirit.
My hums turned into chants, harmonizing with the dissonance, alchemizing it. The sterile environment transformed into a sanctuary of sound, where pain was no longer. I felt no fear. Like dancing on a cloud.
When the test ended, the technician’s eyes were wide, his expression a mixture of awe and confusion.
“What… was that?” he asked, as if he had witnessed something otherworldly. And perhaps he had. Because in that moment, I had moved from merely surviving the experience to thriving within it.
This is the gift of sound. It is not just an external force but an inner resource—a powerful alchemical tool we all possess.
Our voices can transform our inner worlds. We all experience dissonance in life—moments when the chaos feels too loud, too overwhelming. But through the power of our own sound, we can shift from noise to harmony, from pain to beauty.
Our voices are our first instruments. They resonate with our unique frequencies, vibrating with the truth of who we are. When life feels like a relentless MRI machine, when the noise is too much to bear, I invite you to hum, to sing how you feel, to speak with intention.
Let your voice become the container that holds the dissonance until it melts into harmony. This is not just a metaphor but a practice.
At Ierias Nama, we believe in the power frequency. Next time you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders, remember: you hold the power to transform it. Your voice is the alchemist. Let it sing.