My Sound Healing Journey
by Gordon Artrias Rosenberg
Well-known “sleeping prophet” Edgar Cayce, in the first half of the 20th century, said “Sound will be the Medicine of the Future”. That future would seem to be here, as practitioners and researchers are now discovering how sound can help us heal and access our innermost wisdom. Sound brought me home to my true voice and a life’s passion.
When first I set out to be a sound healer in the late 1980’s, I didn’t know that was what I was becoming. I didn’t even know what a sound healer was. I don’t remember it from those high school career days. Or from college aptitude tests. “Well, Mr. Rosenberg, says here you should become a sound healer.” “Huh?” Sure, I had always loved music. I knew on some level that music brings forth to this realm the very rhythms of our universe. But when this new form of sounding all began, I had no idea that sound was to help me access an all new reality, a higher form of consciousness. I was about to embark on perhaps the most exciting journey of my life.
How could sound become so significant a part of my life? I mean, I couldn’t even sing! I didn’t know one note from another, and didn’t want to. I was sure I was always off-key, though I wouldn’t have known it if I were. I didn’t have a clue how to write music. Poetry, yes, and a lot more, but not music! I decided early on to be content being a journalist instead – one career which did show up from my aptitude tests. I couldn’t play a musical instrument, except perhaps in drumming circles. But that didn’t count, did it? That was just for fun! I had always wanted to play an instrument, but it was as if I couldn’t find the right one – couldn’t find “my instrument” and had pretty much given up looking. I was content to listen to other people’s music – even owned a music store for a time, so I could help others find just the right pieces for them. I’ve always said I play “a pretty mean CD player”. Somehow, I’ve known which tape or CD to play at which time, to elicit a certain response in my friends, clients and customers. But generating my own music? That’s something else entirely.
In spite of my vocal misgivings, something strange began happening for me by about 1989. Soon after I had trained in Reiki and began doing sessions with people, these “eerie tones” began coming through me. It was as if they were coming from somewhere else, somewhere far across the universe. I could hear them coming from my throat, but at the same time, they weren’t coming from me. They were coming from far away. They were otherworldly. Familiar, but so very distant. And also very beautiful and, well, “empowering”.
