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Water Dance The Holosync Evolution
Water Dance The Holosync Evolution
Water Dance The Holosync Evolution
Word Count:
571
Summary:
The writer entertains the spiritual,psychological and emotional changes that have
emerged in her since her experience with Holosync meditation.
Keywords:
holosync, holosync meditation,holosync solution, the water dance, dance water,
water music dance, buddhist water, water relaxation, meditation music, meditation
cd, tm meditation
Article Body:
Copyright 2006 Mary Desaulniers
Each morning, for the space of an hour, I am immersed in water. For an hour, I
meditate to the Holosync sounds of rain, water, waves, a liquid drumming that rolls
beyond the pulse to a deeper source. Somehow during that hour, my breathing becomes
more formed, more regulated, more entrained, like a pair of dancing legs that has
found the rhythm at last and could well afford to be caught by a larger, deeper
power.
After the tapes, I get up and the morning somehow falls miraculously into
place�each email, each phone call falling into place like a scripted dance. I am
focused at work, in my writing. Opportunities unfold before me. Words that I had
struggled before to make right�sound perfect in their resistance. Not everything is
melodic, but all that emerges is poetry�raw, cacophonous, not totally understood
nor totally cohesive�but perfectly in step.
When I come across something that previously would have torn me apart, I watch
unmoved. I am beginning more and more to see that impasse as part of the puzzle
whose beauty is that the final piece comes not at the end, but at the beginning.
I am less and less interested in searching for the final truth that justifies all,
but more and more contented with the million truths that fill each space and
fragment of time. And the irony is that somehow this cacophony makes me whole: I am
more than one. I am infinite�infinite pieces, infinite reflections from a single
piece or perhaps infinite pieces shattered from a single image. It does not matter
anymore, you see.
"The readiness is all," says Hamlet. And the immersion into these tapes seems to be
grooming me for that readiness. Readiness for what? For nothing and for
everything.
More and more I sense that the whole process of survival--living, working, writing,
mating, loving�all these are part of a water dance, wherein the play�s the thing,
not to catch the conscience of the king, but to be enjoyed and cherished as the
last waltz�before the next.