It starts with (very difficult) breathing exercises
After we laid out our yoga mats (this is also when it became instantly clear that I was the only one in the room who had never once operated a yoga mat), we grabbed some goodies: a pair of magnets and some copper and zinc rods. Then we laid down, and, well, rubbed the magnets on our faces.
Yep. We did.
For about two or three minutes we were instructed to rub the magnets across our temples and relax. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to relax while rubbing magnets on your face, but those two things don’t exactly go hand-in-hand. Once we were fully magnetized, we were told to grab the rods. Copper rod in the right hand, zinc rod in the left. Apparently, these help energy flow through you while you breathe and can bring out areas of less energy in your body, even emotion. Once we grabbed them, Robert asked if any of us had the ones with a sticker that said “S2," because apparently there was one pair with “supercharged” energy.
That’d be me.
We then popped on some eye-masks and began our breathing workshop. “That sounds easy!” you say. “I breathe all the time!” you say. “I’m a breathing master!” you say. Well, cool it. Jeez. “The Breath,” as they called it, was actually pretty difficult. These were some complicated breath patterns.
And here’s where everything gets interesting.
After about 15 of the around 25 minute breathing workshop, I started to feel very odd. Maybe it was the unusual breathing patterns or maybe it was the supercharged magic space-rods I was holding, but I started to feel like my entire head was vibrating. Very slightly. Like, I could feel my whole face very clearly -- and then, suddenly, I felt the same thing in my hands. I’ve never asked James T. Kirk what it’s like to be beamed up into a spaceship, but I imagine his answer would sound vaguely similar.
Once you've figured out that breathing thing, the actual sound bath starts
The transition between the breathing workshop and the sound bath was pretty seamless. I heard Jamie playing the singing bowls, and then soon, she was playing the gongs. Now, it’s important to clarify that these gongs are probably not like the gongs you’re thinking of. You’re probably thinking of the type of gong that a monk bangs right before the kung fu master takes down the the wimpy little challenger. These gongs are very different. They’re not tuned to notes like the singing bowls or most other percussion.
Guys, THESE GONGS ARE TUNED TO THE PLANETS. WHATEVER THAT MEANS.
So we lay there for a while, listening to the incredible room-enveloping sounds of the gongs and bowls, clutching our magic rods tightly, wondering what in the world was to become of us as the sounds got louder and more intense.