Music is a vehicle that energetically transcends time and space. Songs we heard long ago and connected to, when heard again, can easily transport us back to the moment and reveal the memories, feelings, and woundings that surrounded that particular time in our lives.
I travel a lot in my work, driving for long periods of time between events and sharings. I subscribe to XM Sirius Radio, but this can really work with any radio station that plays the music of your growing up years, from early childhood to high school graduation. I discovered this at about 10 PM one night heading north on I 5 as I crossed the border into Oregon from Califonia, clearing the summit that would lead me down into Ashland.
There are a series of decade stations in sequence: the Forties, the Fifties, the Sixties, the Seventies, the Eighties, and the Nineties. For me it was the Fifties and Sixties that carry the power to transport me back to the threshold of clearing, release, and reclaiming my inner place of center and peace.
A song came on from the fifties, I’ve Told Every Little Star, and I was immediately 6 years old at my Grandfather Nick’s soda fountain listening to the juke box. I listened to that song over and over because I knew about the button behind the juke box that gave a free play of your choice. I let myself remember the times and soon tears were flowing down my cheek. I know how to support the release and I let it go for a good ten minutes…just driving down the highway .
When it resolved I noticed how I felt and realized that I had done some significant clearing. So, for the next 2 hours, I went back and forth between the fifties and the sixties and let the randomness of the songs played walk me back in a powerful journey of letting go. It was better than any therapeutic session I have ever hand…more complete, more revealing. It was organic and unforced. It simply happened.
I use it every time I travel at some point along the journey. I have even moved into the seventies and eighties as these were significant years of shift and change for me. There was always a song that could trigger a recollection on multiple levels.
For the child self, she only has to engage in the song. The cells and the Higher Self will do the rest. It is like singing your way to clarity .
I’ve told every little star, just how neat I think you are
Why haven’t I told you?
Dum Da dum da da da da da da dadada dum da dum…
Use browser go back arrow to return to main page