Let Your Music Love You

 

Let your music love you.

Let it hold you like a parent.

Let it tend you like a doctor.

Let it walk with you like a best friend.

 

Let it be your fellow traveller.

Let it be your compass.

Let it lead you into the landscapes that are yours alone –

The soundscapes that know your name.

 

What is the song that calls to you now?

Has it come to loosen your grip?

To help you let go?

Or has it come to ignite you?

To fill you with new fire?

 

Where does it touch you?

Does it carry you back to a place, to a time, to a handful of moments that shaped you?

Allow yourself to be an empty page and your sound to be coloured pencils.

Let it draw you.

Let it fill you with its colours.

Let it paint you perfectly in the colours of your original sound.

 

What happens when you allow this?

When you welcome every shade, every tone, every hue?

In which direction will your world begin to expand then?

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May peace be with you.

♡ Hele

Returning to Your True Voice

 

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹, 𝒫𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒

𝒰𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹,

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒’𝓈 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑜𝓌𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹.

𝒲𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒾𝓉,

𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓁𝓊𝑔𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 

𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔,

𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓎.

𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓉 – 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 – 

𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓇.

𝐼𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊,

𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒.

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓈 𝒹𝓇𝓎,

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀, 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝓎,

𝒫𝒜𝒰𝒮𝐸 &

𝐵𝑅𝐸𝒜𝒯𝐻𝐸

𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 – 

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹,

𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹.

𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝒽𝓊𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 

𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹,

𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈  

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹,

𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓈, 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒.

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒.

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This week’s poem invites you to explore – to notice the changes and movement of energy within you.

How did the poem make you feel?

What was there before that weren’t afterwards?

What was there afterwards that weren’t there before?

Where did it take you?

Drink in your own sound as you read it, and also

listen in.

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May peace be with you.

♡ Hele

The Compass of Your Own Sound

 

What happens when you step into a conversation with the sound you are?

When you invite it to tune itself to a single moment, to a single feeling alive inside you?

What happens when you allow yourself to be the hollow bamboo, the sound moving through and the listener too?

Where will your sound lead you?

What will it reveal you?

What will it teach you about you?

And – are you willing to know?

 

What lives inside you now is only there because it has never been given the chance to express, the chance to be heard and acknowledged.

The sound that stays within is a prisoner – for sound is meant to move, just as birds are meant to fly.

 

When your sound moves freely, you are no longer a storehouse.

You become an orchestra.

A tapestry of resonance.

A storyteller –

one that holds their original sound as a compass.

One who allows their sound to guide them.

One that trusts and honours their own music, their own tides.

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May peace be with you.

♡ Hele 

Ring True

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹

𝒢𝒪𝒪-𝒢𝐻𝐸𝐸-𝒢𝒪𝒪

𝐼 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 

𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒.

𝐵𝐸𝐸-𝐹𝐸𝐸-𝐵𝐸𝐸,

𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝑒

𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉

𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝒾𝓁.

𝐸𝐸𝐻-𝐼-𝐸𝐸𝐻

𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒.

𝐵𝒪𝒲-𝒦𝐸𝐸-𝐵𝒪𝒲

𝐼 𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁

𝓉𝑜 𝑅𝒜𝐻-𝒴𝒜𝒜-𝐼,

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝓃𝒾𝒻𝓎

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 –

𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓂 𝐼.

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This weeks poem is filled with sonic anatomy sounds and invites you to play.

Explore. Feel. And play.

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May peace be with you.

♡ Hele

The Art of Listening In

 

Listen in.
Feel the quiet beneath your thoughts.

Ask yourself — are your expressions rising from your core, or are they sprouting from emotions long stored, emotions that have sat inside you, making waves?

Are they born of this present moment, or are they echoes of your lineage — frequencies and reactions inherited, familiar patterns learned from those you grew up beside?

You have your own wavelength.
It is calling.
It cannot wait to be voiced, to be sounded out, to be shared.

And if it feels hard to find — hard to love the sound you are — then return to the songs that have shaken you to your depths, and maybe still do.
The ones that have made your world tremble.

Flow with them.
Let your sound travel.
Let it take the form it longs for, the form it chooses, as it moves through you.

Bathe in that bowl of sound, in that cocoon of resonance.
Let all the sounds within you roam free.
Some will leave, others will transform and grow.
Trust them — they know what is best for you.

And as you listen, look for the pleasure and the magic in your own expression and in how it makes you feel.

Learn to commune with the sound you are.
For it is larger than you — it merges you with All That Is — yet it is still wholly you.
It knows the way forward.
It knows the right direction.

So stop searching outward.
Turn inward.
Listen in.

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May peace be with you.

♡ Hele

You Were Made To Be Sung

𝓜𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓰

 

𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈

𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 –

𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔,

𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝐼𝒻 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉

𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎,

𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹 –

𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻

𝒢𝒪𝒪-𝒢𝐻𝐸𝐸-𝐵𝐸𝐸-𝐹𝐸𝐸-𝒦𝐸𝐸-𝐼-𝒴𝐸𝒜𝐻.

 

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 –

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒

𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝑔.

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This poem is seasoned with sonic anatomy sounds – sounds that, when they run through your system, clear your pipes.

They are willing to be your compass.

They are willing to guide you to your sound.

Surrender to the feeling and allow them to dance – if you are ready to explore your soundscapes.

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May peace be with you.

♡ Hele

The Call of Your Wavelength

 

You are a cluster of universal sound.

A living resonance.

You can shift shape – shift your patterning – by stepping fully into the sound you are, by claiming it.

By allowing the heaviness to speak, and then letting it go.

By allowing yourself, and the world around you, to acknowledge the sound you are.

 

Dare to sit with it.

To be in a conversation with the sound in you.

To let every part of you feel welcome – seen and heard, understood and cherished.

Let your sound move out of you, just as it is.

Then draw it in, drink it in.

Let it soak into your being and let it be only yours, only for you.

Learn to bathe in it before you start sharing it with others.

 

In the moment you accept your sound – when you’re willing to be both the music and the listener – you allow a mighty part of you to return home.

It is the part of you that has the power to build (and break).

It is the part of you that shapes your world and makes new choices – choices that belong to you, that align with your truth, with the vision of what you long to create.

 

This is renewal.

This is arrival.

This is homecoming.

This is harmonization.

 

Close your eyes now.

Breathe with gentleness

and love.

 

Listen in.

Find a place inside you that calls you through its ringing.

What does it tell you?

How does it feel?

What is it like to be you – right here, right now?

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May peace be with you.

♡ Hele

Songs That Cradle and Guide

 

𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒜𝓇𝑒

𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒

𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓈,

𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈.

𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓊𝓃𝑒𝓈 

𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊 

𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊...

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May your songs flow back to you and help you remember who you are.

May they cradle and comfort you.

May they initiate storms and bring peace.

May they guide you to your truth.

May they make you grow both up and down –

to empower your roots and to stretch your crown.

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May peace be with you.

♡ Hele

Hello September

Dear friends,

September will be the month of sound medicine and intuitive play. I was called to divide the month into two magical segments of intuitive downloads. The schedule will also be slightly different from before — instead of Wednesdays and Saturdays, I feel called to post on Sundays and Thursdays.

Sundays will bring channelled messages — intuitive whispers from the present moment. These messages provide guidance, healing, and light to illuminate your path forward, holding space for your own inner stirrings and transformations.

Thursdays will deliver their medicine through poetry, offering a chance to experience and explore, feel and play by harnessing your own true sound. These poems are not about sharing mere glimmers of moments experienced, but rather like spells that help you step into your genuine sound — to remember it, use it, and encourage it to be heard.

Together, these posts are an invitation to a quiet release of what no longer resonates and what hinders you from staying in harmony with your own dreams and goals.

You can receive these posts as gentle ripples of words and sounds, or allow them to become a song of release, growth and renewal.

Welcome to join me twice a week as we explore the sound within, inviting in awareness and acceptance and creating more space for our true voice — our original sound.

 

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May peace be with you.

♡ Hele