A Transformative Night of Sound Healing and Art
It doesn’t matter how enlightened you are—or how enlightened you believe yourself to be. It doesn’t matter how many hours a day you devote to meditation or prayer, how many ashrams you have visited, or if you’ve spent a silent 28 days in contemplation. It also doesn’t matter how fervently you follow the teachings of figures like Buddha, Moses, Mohammad, or Jesus. At the very core of all that exists among us humans, there is one singular truth that unites us: the essence of our being lies in our ability to come together in peace. When we create a space where we can sit together, basking in the soft, gentle light of late Spring, and openly share our love, everything falls into place. In that moment, we are capable of crafting a world in which everything is harmonious and right because it is a world we have built collectively.
Last evening, nearly 50 of us gathered at Georgia Dareshori’s inviting apartment, drawn together by the promise of a unique experience—a sound healing session led by Gloria Fiona in her latest incarnation as a healer. Gloria has often shared that throughout her life, she has been the master of her own voice, guiding it on what to express, which notes to hit, and what songs to share. However, this night marked a pivotal moment where her voice took center stage, liberated and vibrant, resonating with pure energy.
The atmosphere was rich and textured, enhanced by a handpan drum, singing bowls, the occasional gentle chime of a bell, and the fragrant smoke of burning herbs wafting through the air. Gloria commenced her first public offering of sound healing, a venture that felt both magical and transformative. Meanwhile, on the terrace, painter Rene Nieto was diligently working on a piece that would soon be auctioned off, adding layers of creativity to the evening’s ambience.
As Gloria weaved her sonic tapestry, words became sparse, and what was once a crowded living room transformed into something boundless. The music enveloped us, transporting our collective consciousness to a space where stars communicate silently and planets navigate their orbits in perfect harmony, avoiding chaos through mutual resonance. Images of quasars with their swirling black holes and vibrant quarks danced in my head, accompanied by the electric energy of change pulsating through the universe.
The experience was truly ethereal and soothing, a balm for the spirit. I found myself hearing echoes of Muezzins calling to prayer, layered with the harmonious sounds of an enormous Georgian choir. Sanskrit incantations and powerful mantras, close enough to the resounding OM, filled the air of that late Spring, sunset-lit living room, creating a rich sonic landscape. As evening descended, we became one—a unified heartbeat resonating in rhythm with the cosmos. In those moments, we transcended individuality and experienced a profound sense of connectedness, reinforcing the idea that in sharing love, support, and understanding, we truly create a love-filled world.