Success Stories

Here are some impactful stories on how sound can transform the inner pains we carry and expand the joys we embody into creative expression.

“It’s Not Your Fault”

Following a group session of recovering addicts, a man remained prone on the couch. Tears were streaming down his face.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“I am now. I’ve never told anyone this before and I am not even sure I knew it myself. When I was 14, I asked my brother to take me and my friends out joy-riding at 4am. My brother was driving over 110 mph when the car flipped and rolled. My brother was killed. I blamed myself. That was when the drinking and drugging started. It should have been me,” he said.

He continued. “This sound experience took me deep. I thought I fell asleep and my brother came to me and said, “It’s not your fault. I have never left you. I am your guardian angel. I get to protect you.”

He told me that the sounds had opened him up in a way nothing had before and he now knew he could begin to forgive himself on the path of recovery.

Being Still

During the session, his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. I’d seen him crying into his hands during our group session. When everyone had left, I could see the tear stains on the floor where he’d been sitting.

As I was packing up to leave, he came back into the empty room.

“I come from the worst part of the ghetto,” he said, “but I wanted you to know that I am still spiritual. I’ve never felt this way before and I wanted to come back and say, thank you.”

He offered me his hands in gratitude and I offered him my gratitude to be able to experience this together.

As I was walking down the hallway to leave, the therapist stopped me and said, “I don’t know what you did, but I’ve never seen this patient sit still. I observed the sound healing session and even the most difficult and disruptive clients were calmer and peaceful. This is powerful.”

My Healing Voice

When my late husband and best friend of 40+ years died, I found myself alone. It was the first time since I was in decades that I was without my children, without my own home, without pets, and I couldn’t sleep.

I would lay alone in my bed for hours, sometimes until the sun came up, unable to find peace or even a moment of rest to replenish. There were big decisions to be made. My heart was pounding in my chest. It was so hard to breathe.

Meditation, though I had been meditating for almost fifty years, brought no solace. “There must be something to soothe my soul, to help me process the grief,” I thought.

Then the idea struck me. Maybe if I listen to my own voice, it will help. So I began to play a recorded sound healing session and figured out how to loop it so it could play through the night. It worked.

In a short time, I was finally able to rest. My shallow breathing deepened and I was able to dream again. The grief would continue to come in waves yet my own voice had the power to rebalance and heal me.