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Vibrational medicine is an ancient sacred practice that predates language. For thousands of years cultures from around the world have used soundSound has the capacity to touch us at a very deep level. It can shine light on our inner landscape and resonate our state of being in a powerful way.
A passive sound immersion can take you on a journey in to the realms of your inner self, unravelling, opening, revealing and giving expression to the parts of you that lay hidden in the shadows.vibration to treat illness, revitalise the body and to lift the spirit.
I come from four generations of people who farmed the land.
I grew up on the remnants of my grandfather Edward Seth Turk’s dairy farm that was passed down to him by my great grandfather Seth Turk. My grandfather, like his predecessors farmed the land using traditional farming methods, knew all of his cows by name and milked them by hand. He was also a master baker and confectioner who again baked bread using traditional methods providing bread and milk for the surrounding local communities. His sister, my great Aunt Doris was an academic who’s great love was botany, which was quite unusual for a woman all those years ago.
Along with her sister Phyllis they used herbs for their own health care and that of their animals, honouring the medicine from the earth in its wholeness before the advent of chemically isolated medicinal compound patents. I grew up with the knowledge of my ancestors coursing through my veins surrounded by rolling hills, fields and streams, with my hands and body close to the earth. I have fond memories of playing in old barns, swinging from the rafters into hay bales below and riding my brothers chopper bike through muddy puddles.
I remember the scents and sounds of my environment as much as I do its visuals. The pattering sound of rain as it touched the ground splattering mud aroma into the air, merging with the scent of fallen leaves and old farm machinery. The musty, dank smell of old wood and hay, the structure of an old building made with love and care bring back so many childhood memories when I walk in to an old building today. Life was of course not all idyllic.
However, I feel blessed to have begun my life with nature as my guide and to know the sound of silence before I ventured out in to the big world filled with so much noise. Just before my eighteenth birthday I left the green expanse of the countryside to experience its opposite by moving to the East End of London. Naivety had informed me that Tower Hamlets was a green hamlet much like my roots! I was pretty shocked to discover when I arrived that this was far from the truth, however, it was by no means a mistake and I loved my new environment nonetheless.
My grandmother had talked with fondness about the Eastenders when I was child on many occasions. It was her favourite time of year when they came from the smoke to the farm to pick hops. She felt at home in their company. And so did I instantly, feeling her reassurance with me in my heart. For a few years I worked in East end schools and then at Tower Hamlets College as a support worker for young people with learning disabilities and hearing impairments.
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In holiday times I worked as a youth worker on various youth projects. Later I went on to study Sociology (minor psychology) at the London Guildhall University. I have no idea of the course content of a Sociology degree today, however in those days Sociology was basically the critical
analysis of social structure. My path in to the rich tapestry of mind body healing has thus evolved throughout my entire life time. Having always had a deep interest in what it means to be human and the nature of reality,
the course of my life has really had an energy of its own. I never had a plan. Only that which my heart directed.
After a motor bike accident during a trip to India in my mid twenties that left me with a deep wound in my knee and a dislocated hip, I ended up in a tiny little hospital being cared for by a sweet team of nuns. It was here that I had my first direct experience of the healing power of sound and prayer, one that opened the door for all that I would later study and embody.
Each morning I would be lulled from my sleep by the dreamy sound of the nuns voices who chanted beautiful mantras just outside the door of my room and who then gifted me the same experience each night as I drifted off to sleep. Sometimes I thought that I was in heaven as these sacred
sounds (which I later came to chant/sing my self) permeated my whole being and lifted me up out of pain. Every morning, unable to walk, they would take me in a wheel chair and leave me in the garden under the the trees right next to a huge effigy of the virgin Mary whose presence I could feel watching over me as the nuns continued to pray for my recovery.
Whilst positioned here, I was bought the most delicious of curries that I had eaten whilst in India. I was in and out of a lot of pain and my healing process was slow, but I felt so wrapped up in a bubble of love that the
pain was ok, because I knew that I was healing, I knew that the right conditions were there for this healing to happen and I knew that my body intelligence knew what to do.
When I came out of hospital I still couldn’t walk and I had no crutches, so I spent many weeks laying on my back talking to my body, willing it to make the link between my thigh muscles, facia etc and my calf and foot. The Indian community where I was staying in what they termed ‘the accident room’ continued to pray for me and after many painful rides over bumpy roads to see my doctor who continued to pick gravel out of my wound and then re-bandage it, eventually my wound began to close. It took me some time and great effort to be able to walk again which involved much crawling along the floor and heaving my self upright with equal amounts of falling
over, however once the connection was made between the two different parts of my leg, I was on my way! I am left with a big scar which my little girl constantly referred to as ‘mummy’s pineapple’ (as this is what it looked like to her), but I am so grateful to have to had this amazing life changing experience.
People talk about going to India and living in Ashrams etc and having spiritual experiences. However, my Ashram was India in its entirety. The scents, sounds and sensations of being fully alive and fully present in the most enchanting country which is literally, as i’ve heard described
many times before, ‘an assault on the senses’. My deeply spiritual experience transpired from the accident I was destined to have and the beautiful spiritual people who I met along my healing journey who showed me about the power of prayer, of sound, of healing foods and spices, of light and fresh air and of the authentic love and community spirit with which these gifts were offered.
Dear India. You are always in my heart, as your land and your people are what shaped the course of my life from thereon. Not long after I returned home from India I became pregnant with my beautiful daughter Poppy.
Through Poppy came my own rebirth during my Saturn return and it was not long after this that I studied Naturopathic Nutritional practice, a way of being in the world and connecting with life and its cycles that has underpinned all my later study and work. Naturopathic ways are no different from the ways of my ancestors. In continuing to keep this wisdom alive I honour my grandfather, aunties, my grandmother and my mother and all those who came before in my family line, not forgetting all women who have suffered at the hands of the patriarchy for sharing the wisdom of the ages.
My Shakti Yoga Dance practice evolved very shortly after detoxing my body through much fasting and cleansing and the application of naturopathic principles. With cells more open to receive universal wisdom my spirit continued to guide me so that when I met my Yoga teacher Sara Avtar Oliver I knew instantly that this Yogic discipline was for me. I had previously experienced other forms of Yoga but not really attuned to any, however I was initially drawn in by the softly sung mantra which transported me back to India, back to the nuns and the teachings from my accident. These sound codes, coupled with free flowing meditative movement softened and relaxed my body, gave focus to my busy mind, anchored me in to the present moment and soothed me back to inner peace. Shakti became the somatic discipline that after much practice helped me to be here right now in an embodied way and to find my voice.
My drawing towards working with sound through the medium of the gongs, Tibetan and pure quartz crystal tones alchemy singing bowls, voice and percussion was a natural progression after years of practising Shakti Yoga and Naturopathic Nutrition. It is almost like the former was preparation to be able to hold and deliver the very powerful and transformative frequencies of the above mentioned instruments. In 2014 I trained in the BAST method of delivering therapeutic sound and later in Crystal Sonic Therapy with Genevra Jolie.
Over the years these three beautiful healing modalities have not only supported me through some very challenging days inviting in self enquiry, healing and rejuvenation but they have also opened me to align more fully with my deeper values and to discover more of my gifts. Through the
practice of bringing awareness in to my physical body to be more here right now, by consolidating inner strength and more stability through the release of self limiting deep seated dysfunctional imprints from the past, I have learnt to meet my self with a deeper understanding and compassion and to therefore feel more at ease in my body.
