The Lost Americas: Celestial Sound Transmission ID: CST-002

Some things cannot be spoken. Only sung. I just recorded a transmission in the sauna—my voice raw, reverberating off the cedar walls, sweat pouring, heart wide open. It wasn’t planned. It came through me, wild and pure. A chant. A spell. A remembering.

After I played it back, my friend Mickey told me it transported him to a wild temple in Thailand—where dancing goddesses move barefoot with snakes and torches, oils and coconut water, ecstasy in every breath. And yet, to me, this song felt rooted in the Americas. It came from the bones buried below me - in genocide- the ancestral pulse of these lands - cursed lands. It came from somewhere far older than time. But maybe, now, it doesn’t belong to any one place. Maybe now it’s stored in human consciousness - a memory embedded so deeply within our DNA that it can no longer be ignored. Now, it belongs to all of us. And the reparation healings of lost souls, lost lands, and the lost Americas belong to all of us.

The voice, when sung in trance, becomes a portal. A sacred key. When we allow ourselves to fully surrender to song and the melody of our spirit, something alchemical happens: we activate specific gateways within our emotional, physical, energetic, and spiritual body. The sound moves through us, yes, but it also moves into us, unlocking memories buried beneath logic and language. The Vibrations of voice dispersed throughout the physical organs, the auric field, the energetic field, and spiritual realms - SHIFT frequency. It shifts the electromagnetic signature within and around us. Sound is a wave, and waveforms influence matter, emotion, brainwaves, and energy. The voice activates different realms of consciousness via TRANCE.

This is how we time travel. Trance. Through vibration, through breath, through the ancient neural corridors of mind and memory. When we enter that altered state—when the mind softens and the ego dissolves—we begin to receive. Visions. Knowings. Sensations. Messages from the past, the future, and parallel timelines. We remember who we’ve been, who we are, and who we’re becoming—all at once.

In that liminal space, the veil lifts. And what’s revealed is not new—it’s always been there. Dormant, waiting — The healing. The knowing. The grief. The answer. The destruction. The song. All of it exists in the field. The only requirement is that we tune into the frequency that reveals it. Voice is one of the most ancient ways.

When I sing in trance, I unlock what I call the primal voice—a voice that doesn’t belong to performance or perfection, or stages, or Ticketmaster, or record labels for profit. It belongs to the effervescent, all-encompassing, everything, everywhere all at once. It belongs to that which has possessed it - not in a demonic sense but in a holy embodiment of the energetic imprint within the human channel, and the layers of human flesh, soul, and spirit to whom the message is sung. In vocal trance, the self dissolves, and spirit, ancestors, or archetypes speak or sing through the vessel. The Voice — when sung in drone or chants — can bring the body into coherent resonance, a state where the heartbeat, breath, and brainwaves harmonize. It’s the sound of spirit moving through dense matter. The sound of the wild feminine remembering herself. The sound of the ancestors humming through my bones.

In Indigenous North and South American ceremonies, chant is a direct line to memory, lineage, and land. Songs are alive, passed down from spirit, not composed by ego or 10 men in a boardroom chasing the next platinum sound... especially WITHOUT the divine feminine oracles present. And yet, still, the white man will sell a medicinal song sung to a river for purification by an indigenous elder to a mass audience. He will find a way, trust me. But its not so much the man himself - it is the SYSTEM. So w