This week in Coach Singers,
For the love of art,
To be an artist.
Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
Friedrich Nietzsche.
Some will say,
I do not understand your path.
And you will say,
It is not necessary for you to understand.
Just accompany me.
Some will say,
You cannot believe in what you cannot see.
You cannot go in search of the intangible.
And you will answer them.
I see what you cannot see.
I can touch the essence of my art.
I am an artist.
Some will say,
The mountain peak is too high for you.
You will never reach it.
And you will simply say,
I have my own mountain peak.
Some will ask,
Who will like your music?
For there is no certainty that someone can appreciate it.
And you will answer,
The vibration of my singing will reach those who are open to hear it.
Some will ask,
How will you live?
What shall become of you?
The way is unknown.
And you will merely say,
I follow my heart.
That is my greatest certainty.
Your internal sensor will whisper to you,
You are not good enough.
Go seek another path.
And you shall say,
This is my path.
I am an artist.
Some will ignore you.
And you with neither rancor nor anger,
Shall follow your true north and tell yourself,
I choose this path.
This is where I want to be.
This is where I find my glory and fulfillment.
For there will be those who look into your eyes and discover the brilliance of your splendor,
Who celebrate your achievements,
Small and great,
And who accompany you along every step of the way of your creative magnificence,
Your guardian angel.
It is in that love,
The love of the good sort that only asks to accompany you,
That you shall find rest each time the path becomes too steep or simply be reborn in each one of its beloved embraces.
In that love,
You will recognize yourself as a child of universal love,
Which comes to bestow its most priceless treasure,
Its art.
Close your eyes.
Focus inwards.
Connect with your breathing.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Feel your body as it begins to relax.
Your mind quietens and your thoughts dissipate.
Breathe.
Align yourself with your center,
The center of your voice,
Of your creativity.
Feel the balm of golden light enveloping your body from the crown of your head down to the tips of your toes.
Breathe.
Connect with the feeling of unconditional love of your music.
Feel the love of your art.
Feel the protective force through this love,
Which nurtures and shelters you.
There is an art within the artistic path,
The art of loving your art,
The art of the love towards your music and of your singing.
Keeping the flame alive is both a great challenge and a great blessing,
One which will ensure you never lose your way and the enduring charm of this journey.
And how to connect with this love,
If not from the place of acceptance of who you are with all of your being,
With your vulnerability and fortitude.
That is you.
Recognize yourself there with everything that you have achieved,
Because it is from there that everything is possible.
That is your point of departure.
Now you will hear a melody you can sing,
And when you sing it,
Feel how a sphere of light begins to bloom outwards from your heart to the infinite.
It is your very own energy become sound,
Which begins to be reborn.
And when the immensity of space reveres your sacred mystery,
Begin to create your own expansion,
An expansion towards the greatness of your art,
Towards the depths of yourself as an artist.
You will do this at your own pace,
Neither more slowly nor more quickly,
In your own way,
Wherever you are.
And without resistance,
You will embark upon a journey of artistic delivery,
Towards your greatest potential,
Towards unlimited magnitude,
Towards your perfect version of you as an artist.
You have long been hidden,
Trapped in beliefs and conditioning which has limited you.
But now it is time to grow,
To evolve,
Because otherwise you will become small,
Shrink,
Literally die little by little.
You have come to be the protagonist of this journey,
To be confronted by beauty and understand the privilege of being an artist.
Yes,
That is your calling.
Imagine your breath connect with your desire,
With your greatest aspiration as a singer,
With your intention and purpose,
Because that is where you will focus your energy to continue.
And from that love,
Open yourself,
Open your heart,
Open up to life,
To the unexplored,
Sing on a stage or wherever you wish.
Feel yourself vibrate in a sentiment of future artistic reality,
To create an art without artifice,
A genuine and profound art,
Your own,
Very own art.
Art which venerates your transformation,
Art which saves and heals you.
Expansion is on the other side of fear,
The other side of darkness.
It is about turning your gaze forwards,
Even though at times you may not understand.
It is about trusting your inner voice,
Even though everything may appear to be illogical.
It is in that cosmic synchronicity where magic alights,
Paths open,
Creativity is enhanced and possibilities multiply.
That is where the soul rejoices in its sublime expression and you regain the familiar place of your beloved music.
Now enveloped in divine inspiration,
You can thrill to this affirmation.
I have found my mandala.
I reached deep into the Venus of my sound and found the key to my fulfillment,
My music.
I have discovered my mandala.
I withstood the dry rubble of my mind and breathed into blessed waters.
My singing.
I resurface in my mandala,
The refuge of reconciliation and the integration of my being towards my totality.
My art.
Facing into wind and into life,
Standing tall and fulfilled,
Keep yourself enthused with your heart open to everything you are discovering in the inauguration of your new voice.
Understand that it is not from the shore that you will recover your courage and fortitude.
No,
It is not from the edges of lukewarm shallows that you will reveal your light as an artist.
But rather when you plunge into the depths of an ocean where doubt fades and your conviction resurfaces.
No,
It is not by looking backwards to regret what could not be,
But from a present committed to your music which calls upon you to reinvent yourself.
May you not forget that your indomitable light was what held you back from the abyss.
May you not forget that the mentors of fatality were a mere illusion to strengthen you and raise you as an artist.
May you not forget that your greatest expansion as an artist is to be faithful to your truth and to your essence.
Only from there will you leave behind your exile,
Recover your freedom and rise once again in your unconditional love for your art.
