"Brotherhood of Koren" October 19, 2023

"… the trauma around trauma continues as I encounter the Brothers Koren, fellow bards of the New Earth and face the next level of healing …"

The aka of Fame glitters around them, reminding me of my journeys through the streets of New York and across the territories of the City of Angels, where I had so often seen the power and influenced bestowed by such positions misused by the people, unaware or uncaring of their impact on the ripples of shared reality.  Yet this was not such a thing, and I felt it, the timbre of that heartsong a reminder to a part of me that I had not touched in many a year.

They speak of the Old Codes of music and the New, the tones of their sacred Gift coming through in the movement from separated indivualism to the inclusion of the people in shared song.  I respect it, recognizing it's excellence in service to the Awakening.

It was a reminder to me, one that spoke to the mission of my soul, to why I had gathered the moments of my fellow bards and had constructed a way for us to be the storytellers of the New Earth.

Recenlty I had an experience with the Brothers Koren – Embodied Voice workshop where I was deeply reactive to the quality of constantly nurturing the people to get over their "small voice" and step into their expression.  While I had deep respect for the sonic anatomy technique they were channeling and could see it's dharmic function within the larger octaves of the Akasha and it's relevance, it struck a chord within me which related to my own aspect within the pantheon of elements that defines cultural evolution.

Had I wandered so far outside the circle? Outside the sharing of one's voice and magic that I knew only bitterness? The intention to give the people a space to speak their truth and embody their voice tasted bitter in my mouth.  After all, I had to earn it, on the road, with no support, and it had made me strong.  Strong enough that I didn't need to be coddled like a splintered child.

And yet I was splintered, in my way.  While I had faced the assaultive vibrations of the world with a fire and had gained my expression it's forging there had been a cost  … flares of trauma boiled inside of me, the dissonance i'd been working through around my own expression, around the softness in my heart and it's expression held me in a grip, a thing that only increased my ire, not at the people, but at myself for still being in such a place.  For needing to be in my own form of trauma resolution, not strong enough, nor soft enough to break free fully on my own.

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Isaac Koren

Thorald Koren