Memorial Day Getaway

For Memorial Day weekend, I decided for a different type of getaway.  I chose an internal one.  I decided to take the plunge on my first ever gong bath.  I didn’t know what to expect, but I was up for it.  As a yogini and curious wanderluster, I find myself in surreal experiences oftentimes. 

This was advertised as a monthly reiki gong bath.  I had reiki previously, which is energetic healing on our chakra system.  I’ve done tai chi, qui gong, acupuncture, yin yoga and numerous other methods to shift my chi (also known as life force energy).  This evening’s event was to do the same.  It was a group setting in a room with a massive gong behind us, with mats on the floor as we entered the room.  Gong regulars were prepared, bringing not only pillows, but a proper duvet for this experience.  

The instructor warned us that the sound would have a healing impact.  Emotions or old memories could arise.  If they did, we were to “not think about them too deeply, but let them pass.”  Old wounds and pains could heal.  We could be expected to love it or hate it.  When an attendee next to me asked if there would be movement, the instructor informed us there would not be.  She had no blanket or pillows, as she thought it was a yoga class.  We were in a yoga center.  The only thing that would be moving is our chi.  Another individual wanted to know what would be the best area of the room for the night.  The teacher reminded her we would all hear the gongs and the experience would be what it’s meant to be for her that evening.  “Choose a spot that calls out to you tonight.”  

I wondered what was I in for? 

As my eyes closed, we were led through a brief body scan relaxation.  Then a gentle etheric sound arose.  It wasn’t the gong I expected, and the teacher travelled with this over our bodies individually, as she walked around the room.  We literally were being bathed with sound.  I couldn’t help but compare this experience to an ayahuasca experience.  Both involved people laying on mats, music playing, and were meant to be healing to our systems.  Yet for this we were solely ingesting sounds, and not substances.  

And then the gongs began.  It was very Disney Fastasia like.  The sounds appeared to be an ominous entity approaching, but they were not all consuming.  The gongs were tempered between other instruments throughout the evening.  It was as if it was a musical performance to be experienced lying down, eyes closed, in an altered state of consciousness.  A concert for our energetic senses.

I drifted in and out of sleep, as this is what my body needed. 

 But near the end of the evening, a thought arose.  

“I am a performer.”

Let me give this context.  Prior to the gong bath, I had spent the day reading, reflecting, and writing about my life’s purpose, regrets, and how I want to pivot my life.  I was writing about how we are pivoted to live up to the standards of an American dream, and queried what life would be like if we stopped trying to push agenda on our youth and allowed them to express and live into their authenticity.  As I wrote that, nothing sprung up for me.  I was unaware of who I was at my core, as I had lived up to the expectations of my family and society. 

But in the gong ceremony, I realized I am a performer.

Multiple early memories, connections, and synchronicities internally arose.

I realized that recently I was allowing that internal performer to reveal herself, but in different ways.  Becoming a yoga instructor has allowed the performer to peak through.  Facilitating retreats, workshops, and classes were all variations of being a performer.  In addition, I had been in two dance performances post the age of 40, and even taught a bellydance class.  I had an understanding that my current job had allowed the opportunity for me to remove the performance anxiety I had developed over the years.  The job served as a cacoon for the performer in me to be molded, shaped, and transformed into a new version of my purpose, which I would have never imagined.  

The ceremony ended with the facilitator offering chocolate bites that were meant to ground us. 

 When I arrived home, on my front door someone had left a Swedish Jazz cd.  It was a sign waiting for me.  It made sense, I am a performer, I was a performer.  I connect with creatives, being a creativity coach was aligned with my being.  Creatives reside on my wave length.

My intuition in the morning nudged me to read the book Soul Plan, all about one’s life purpose.  Thoughts about this resided in my head all day, and I was grateful that this realization arose during the ceremony. 

If you have the opportunity, I highly recommend immersing yourself in a gong bath. Perhaps you will have an early memory arise, a revelation, release of emotions, or perhaps even just a relaxing hour nap. Either way your sixty minutes immersed in music is definitely an experience not to be missed.

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