A Trip to Frankfort…….. New York
This past Sunday( 5/4), my wife Cheri and I went to a psychic fair in Frankfort, New York, which is about a 15 minute drive from our house. It was fun for me to observe all of the different vendors and talk with some about the circumstances that contributed to them embracing a sacred path and using that knowledge to help others in times of transition. Cheri browsed the tables, bought a few items and entered a raffle in an attempt to win one of many health and wellness based items.
And The Winner Is
Later that evening there was a message on our phone. A caller by the name of Toni, stated that Cheri had won an item at the raffle valued at sixty dollars and that it would be at her place of business in Ilion, New York( a hop, jump and a skip from Frankfort) until pickup could be arranged. Cheri was going to go by herself on Monday to claim her prize, but could not because Toni’s shop was closed on Mondays. So Cheri and I drove out on Tuesday to pick up her prize.
We met Toni at her place of business, Earthly Matters, where Cheri picked up her prize, a basket of natural bath and body products. We also discovered a great collection of crystals, incense, rocks and a variety of other items designed to enhance connectivity to self, others and nature. In the process of browsing the shop, I was drawn to this beautiful brass bowl with a wooden mallet inside,mounted on a small pillow ( pictured below)
Toni informed me that the item was called a singing bowl . She told me that the singing bowl is used to clear out any negativity from a room or other sacred space. I also discovered through some online research, that singing bowls are classified as a standing bell. They sit with the bottom surface resting ;the rim of the singing bowls vibrate to produce harmonic sounds . They are used for meditation, relaxation, music and personal well being. Cheri encouraged me to buy it and to learn to use it. So after a brief tutorial from Toni, I took my new toy home and began to see what kinds of sounds I could produce .
I was instructed to first tap the top of the bowl with my mallet ,and move the mallet around the outside of the bowl. The sounds are produced by gently applying pressure to the outside of the bowl . After a few clumsy attempts to produce any harmonic sounds, I began to experience success at producing sustained joyous noise. The harmonic frequencies I produced energized and relaxed me at the same time. When I have been relaxed and energized in the past, my ability to walk in awareness is enhanced which allows me to better develop the clarity I need to negotiate the path that I now walk. The path that has been redefined by the death of my 18-year-old daughter Jeannine, on March 1,2003.
Finding My Music
I have disclosed in previous blog posts and articles the blissful memories that were created by Jeannine’s and my love of music. Our shared love of music continues to be a major piece in the ongoing development of the pure relationship that we enjoy today. I never played a traditional musical instrument growing up, so any memories that I have of Jeannine and the continued bonds that I have established with her , have been through music we both listened too during her time on earth. It is exciting for me to be able to further strengthen our connection and develop continued clarity and peace through musical sounds that I can produce, while holding her in my thoughts.
The Synchronicity of It All
I would have never discovered the joys and the transformative qualities of the singing bowl had Cheri not entered the raffle last Sunday at the psychic fair, won a prize and picked it up when and where she did. Had Earthly Matters been open on Monday, Cheri would have gone to pick up her prize without me due to the fact that I was teaching most of Monday. If that occurred, I wouldn’t have discovered the joys of singing bowl. It was the synchronicity in all of these events that contributed to me not only purchasing the singing bowl, authoring this post in this moment.
All roads ultimately lead to the same place, the present moment
The Afterlife of Billy Fingers-a true story by Annie Kagan