Dear Child, healing sounds

My Sweet Daughter,

I sit at your bedside, day after day. You may not realize it, but you are driving me to consider the meaning of life. You lay there, at least partially unconscious to this world. I sit here in denial. “Move forward,” they tell me. “Get back to a normal routine.”

What could possibly be normal about an accident that leaves one’s child in this place between worlds. A purgatory of sorts. I hope you are comfortable but not content. I want you to come back to me.

How to heal you and how to bring you back to lead a life here is my sole consideration. In trying to understand how to heal the hopeless, I have contemplated how creation came to be.

Mystics, prophets, theologians and even scientists agree on how creation started. Creation was born out of silence with an utterance or presentation of sound. The sound of a voice, the sound of a word, the sound of an explosion, everything we know started with the vibration of a simple sound.

Your doctors have told me that hearing is the last sense to go before one dies. Since you are not dead, your hearing continues to work. My stories and prayers are heard by you. Perhaps you do not process the ideas as well as I would hope, but it’s clear that you hear them.

Sound put creation into motion and is the last sense to depart from the human form.

I have invited a young woman to join us this morning. You might hear her as she just entered the room. She is now setting up a series of glass bowls. She aligns them on several tray tables from smallest to largest.

Sammy meet our guest Galinda.

“Hi Sammy. Your father has asked me here to give you a sound bath. Sound is healing and certain vibrations reach us not only on a cellular level but also on spiritual level. I am going to launch into a ten minute performance. Listen to each tone fully. Embrace the sound mentally. We have found that most patients will respond with a series of short baths. I hope this begins the healing process and awakens you.”

Deep and light resounding echoes of glass bowls fill the room for ten minutes.

Thank you Galinda.

“You’re welcome. If your father invites me back, I will see you again, Sammy.”

Of course, I don’t think that the initial sound of creation was like glass bowls. I expect it would have been something powerful like an explosion or rolling thunder. The book of Genesis mentions an expanse of water, perhaps the initial sound was like the crashing of a violent ocean surf against a rocky shore or of a rushing river diving off a cliff to hit the ground far below.

However, it makes sense to me that clear and harmonious tones, like those Galinda just played could be healing. I know you can hear me. Listen closely. I command you, to come back to us.