Meeting of the Sisters was recorded nearly two years ago in Austin, Texas. The song was produced by Claraty (Zaharosky) and sung by me as an embodiment of the element and Spirit of water. When Clara and I met, there was an instant mutual recognition of depth, love, and healing. I had recently moved back to Austin after spending a year and a half on the Big Island of Hawaii. It was there that I was immersed in the mermaid ponds, jungle rains, and wild dolphin waves off the island. Water awakened a deeper life force and calling within me, and Clara understood this. As a world walker herself, as well as an intuitive musical artist, she embraced the ethereal and symbolic song I dreamt of recording. And so we did.

In her tiny closet converted into a recording studio, I hung her shelves, and she arranged her piano and desk. We hung a nice curtain rod to hide away the actual closet and decorated it with lots of warm, fuzzy blankets and glowing lights. In this nest, a ceremonial space was opened up, allowing me to access new depths within my body and soul.

This transmission is an experimental soundscape, with violin and sound bowl, and a medicine drum. We had a lot of fun, purged a lot of energy, and took all of this gusto to the capital of Texas on 2.22.22, where we hosted a day-long festival for hope, love, and harmony for all of humanity. This song carries this energy for me too.

Perhaps, though, the most sentimental and poignant aspect I can share with you is the validity of music as medicine, and our ability to rewrite timelines and history through the mechanism of vibration.

One day, I was making sound into the microphone, and I couldn't hit this note. Clara, with her medicine background, had me go back. She held space as I went after the note with a ferocious courage. Something was coming through. My entire body was covered in goosebumps, and I was terrified, as though my life were on the line. And then, everything became black.

And it was. My consciousness had returned to a prior lifetime where I was a slave crossing the dark black waters in the dead of night. There were others with me, holding our breath, and this note, this specific frequency, was the resonance of focus I was holding with such certainty and intention to ensure our safe passage across the waters.

And with that, the vision closed, and we were both back in the small recording space, the former closet, eyes peeled wide open and awake. Once again, life would never be the same. But this time, I had another part of the puzzle.

See, when my voice first awoke in 2017, I was shown three lifetimes where my voice was a vessel for liberation. I had once already been transported to this very same lifetime, where I had been a slave. Only, something was different. In the original vision, I had been strangled. This time, through the transmission of the note, I had somehow reaccessed the lifetime and was now creating a different timeline. One in which I was not only not murdered but where I was also reaching my freedom.

I see how as a white-appearing woman, with light skin, hair, and eyes, this story and suggestion can be outrageous. I deeply and sincerely apologize if this in any way offends you, and please know it is not meant to diminish the deep systemic racism of our history and current times. Instead, I, as a Ukrainian, Filipino, French, Scottish, Native American mix, was able to have a first-hand awareness of something I will never directly experience in this lifetime.

That being said, the experience of a reclamation of liberation in the flashback vision had a profound ripple of impact within this present lifetime. The codes of compassion, courage, strength, and resilience were integrated and applied to seemingly momentous undertakings, such as working with the capital to host a day-long festival with a bunch of wild freedom fighters, light workers, and rainbow warriors.

For this song, I would like to thank Mama Bali; she gave me the grace and hard lessons to understand that nothing is more important than the experience of developing healthy and aligned relationships when working towards a goal, such as music. I would like to thank Pele, the pure rage and fire of the Big Island Hawaii for cutting through the veil with so few preconditions. I would like to thank Claraty for being the profound woman she is, for her magic, her music, her heart, and her clarity. And I would like to thank my Mama for introducing me to artists like Bjork and Fellini at such a young age, so that I can now, through their influences, believe in myself through abstraction.