Vocal Vibrations and the Geometry of Release
Excuse me. I just did a burp. Energy release. Vocal vibrations. Did another one. I’m thinking about how when I keep quiet nothing changes – silent breath doesn’t release any energy, or hardly any. It releases it very slowly. Louder breath releases it faster.
It starts with Ahhhhhh, the long breath, or Ssssssss the snake. Vocalization: the higher the pitch, the faster the rate of energy dissipation. Vocal cord vibration. When I’m stretching out some tension in my body, if I vocalize, the energy leaves more quickly. Energy goes directly from my tight muscles into the air. Because my diaphragm is turned off. My body is just… breathing itself.
What’s the equation? Power is proportional to the square of the amplitude times the square of the frequency. (Same proportionality as intensity, because for a wave spreading through a medium, they’re coupled.)
Vocalization. Ionization. If I go HA or BA—those are fighting sounds, aren’t they? Or a snorting horse. If I blow you a raspberry, that’s classic horse territory. When you’re trying to breathe through your nose and mouth breathing is not an option—which, as a point of pride to most horse princesses, it’s not—sometimes you have to do a lot of snorting. Especially if it’s hay fever season.
Last week in the office, Miles sneezed a couple times. And I was like, “Are you okay? Is it hay fever?” And he said, “It’s just a sneeze.” And I was like, what? You’re spreading disease, though.
Anyway, today I did a few sneezes in the office. And I was like, oh my gd. How many years have I not allowed myself to sneeze? At least since COVID? Maybe a long time before that too.
I was thinking about the number 18. The 18-year cycles in my life.
36 was the year I split up with Louise and started living as myself.
And then 40. That’s how old I am now, and this is the year I got my full four-dimensional Merkaba goggles. And they just came to me tonight.
On the full moon, of the month of Sivan, 5785.
(Honestly seeing in four-dimensions visualization is really not that hard, there’s some good , for me the issue has just been healing my aphantasia, with psychadelics and feelings of safety)
Psalm 93
Adonai Malach.
She’s like—she is 👑. God rules. She rules. She rules.
Mommy’s the best. Mommy is the best.
Or—mommy is a messenger. It’s the same word. Same pronunciation, just a different spelling. But you never know, do you? You see the king, or you see the messenger? Who knows?
One thing I do know is that She wraps herself in clothes that make her feel good. They make her feel fabulous. And strong. And safe. And cared for. Lavish.
Shekinah.
She wrapped his elbow all up nicely, like a swaddled baby.
OZ hazakar—wearing a belt of lower abdominal engagement