The Magic of Sound

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The Sound of Magic

Music is the 6th Element. It’s as natural and important as earth, air, water, ether and fire. It’s also universal. Black Holes and distant stars sing songs. Even our planet hums a tune as it moves through the cosmos. This is scientifically proven. In fact, some say sound makes the world go round; while others say this is all just an optical illusion powered by a vibration.

These are honest questions, authentic inquiries and by all means worthy philosophical pursuits. It is in furtherance of these studies that I present the Intergalactic Orchestra and the Intergalactic Gong Show…

Step inside the meditative tones and vibrations of massive, deep gongs that will both calm and still the mind as the Self is catapulted into the stratosphere (if not further.) Perhaps into the furthest reaches of the mind, the soft edges of consciousness or maybe even into the dark halls of distant, alternate dimensions. To be clear, the Intergalactic Orchestra and the Intergalactic Gong Show are more than a sound bath, they are experiences. Some call it “psychedelic!” Others say “transformative” and use fancy words like “I am forever changed” or “Where is my mind?”

The Intergalactic Orchestra features sounds and vibrations from a delightful and diverse selection of mythical instruments such as the Merkaba, chimes, singing bowls, rain sticks, tuning forks, handpan, pantam and more.

The Intergalactic Gong Show features a 34” Grotta Sonora deep gong (“the Peacock”), a 38” Paiste Sound Creation gong (“the Creator”), a 30” Tone of Life Air Cosmos gong (“The Cosmic Eye”) and a 48” Atlantis gong that holds untold secrets of the deep. Together these form a space ship that transports cosmonauts and psychonauts into the furthest reaches of time and space, or what some have called “A Gongster’s Paradise.”

So turn off your mind.

Relax.

Float downstream.

Magic awaits.

Find a workshop, class or special event via the buttons below and get in touch if you have questions or want to book a private session. I’m always happy to talk music, sound, vibrations and of course, tell tales of the Intergalactic Acid Rangers. One such story—as was told to me—begins thusly: “I was a Colonel in the 82nd Airborne Intergalactic Acid Rangers. Bringing a bag of facts, a sack of truth and a boot full of LSD.”

I will tell the full story when the Statute of Limitations expires. [wink-wink, nudge-nudge.]