“Then the voices of the Ainur, like unto harps and lutes, and pipes and trumpets, and viols and organs, and like unto countless choirs singing with words, began to fashion the theme of Iluvatar to a great music; and a sound arose of endless interchanging melodies woven in harmony that passed beyond hearing into the depths and into the heights, and the places of the dwelling of Iluvatar were filled to overflowing and the music and the echo of the music went out into the void, and it was not void.” – The Silmarillion. J.R.R.Tolkien.

The Symphony of Self

Picture by Mike Stone

Elva Thompson – When we are born into this world, we bring with us the celestial song of infinite possibility, and our chakras vibrate with the music of creation. Energetically we have a clean slate, but as oneness enters the third dimension it becomes dual, and in duality there is a separation from source, and as a result conflict; conflict equals trauma, the shrinking back of soul.

The shrinking back of soul

“God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.”  – The Return. Walter de la mare.

As our awareness expands, the innocence and trust we were born with is soon ravished by trauma that can blight our entire lives; sexual abuse, physical violence, cruelty, and the mind numbing shock of abandonment, rejection, humiliation and oppression. Fortunate indeed, is the child that escapes such trauma, and whose chakras still resonate with the Symphony of Self

Hell hole

I’ve heard it said that our school days are the best years of our lives. Mine were full of fear, re-enforcing my feelings of self-doubt and value as a being… a veritable hell hole for a traumatised young girl. Continue reading →