Conscious Glossolalia

    I drive 80 MPH going home from work. It should take an hour and a half, but I get home in an hour. It's amazing what I'll do to keep myself from hating every other car on the road
with profound and dangerous passion.

    Recently I've taken to singing a capella. Once I ran out of songs to which I know the lyrics and that stand on their own, I started simply vocalizing.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeee...

        Eeeeeeeehhhhhhh...

                 Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh...

                          Oooooooohhhhhhh...

    I used to do this on any long trip where I started to go stir-crazy. It's actually a method of energetic clearing that I got from one of my Chaos Magic texts. (Can't remember if it's Phil Hine or who.) You visualize light in five places on the body starting with the head, then the throat, then the chest, tummy, sex organs, each vowel sound corresponding to that place, and you vocalize in any tone, starting from very very high pitched to very very low:  I, E, A, O, U. (Vowels as in Spanish, of course.) I think there may be color associations as well. I just visualize burning white light.

    It's an extremely effective method of clearing out energetic detritus and also good for healing. I feel very clear and a little 'high' afterward. Once I get accustomed to this and feel strong in my voice -- which is a battle in itself since I'm not vocally confident at all -- I begin to feel inspired to continue vocalizing.

    A few days ago I decided to 'let go' and see if any spirit wanted to move my tongue and vocal chords around. There was certainly a different energy there, but it was hazy and vague, and I don't have any experience channeling. But no matter. I began to sing in nonsense words and what actually came out surprised the hell out of me. They sounded like Christian Hymns in some Slavic tongue. I started to see snow and humble people gathered in small homes with fires burning, all of them wrapped in the warmest clothes. I couldn't sing the songs loudly or they turned into something different. I practically whispered as if asking God's permission to sing before his throne. After a while I think I started to analyze the vocal patterns too much and they sounded less creative.

    I was really taken away by this. I finally came back to Earth and realized I had been driving 60 MPH behind some rickety old truck in the Number 2 lane for quite a while.