Funeral at 4 a.m.

So far life in Crystal Cave has been quite lonely. I have the TV on constantly to fill the space with white noise. I had a sleepover with my friend two nights ago and we were blasting the Arcade Fire's "Funeral" at 4 a.m. I hope the neighbours don't hate me too much.

I have also managed to christen the bathroom with a "Doors sound bath." and the kitchen with burnt offerings of rice. The Crystal Cave is sure full of wonders. Photographic tour to come...

The Crystal Cave

I move in to my new apartment today, hopefully. There are a few things I'm going to do to christen the place which I will call affectionately from here on "The Crystal Cave", which is, for now, a working title.

1)Christen it with some wine, preferably white this time, and blast Led Zeppelin as loud as I can just so the neighbours know there is a new person in the suite.

2)Take a Jim Morrison and The Doors bath. Light some candles. Think "I'm a lost little girl" and drift, drift away...

(See post titled: I am the lizard king, I can do anything)

3)Smoke a cigarette on my leather couch and watch Factory Girl. Channel Edie Sedwick and Warhol all at once.

4)Cook the deluxe vietnamese meal. Or order in the deluxe meal. I can't decide. A food coma is sure to be enduced.

I am the lizard king, I can do anything

Every once and a while I have the urge to bust out The Doors and take what I call a Jim Morrison bath.

Directions:

Turn off the lights in the washroom and light some candles and incence. Let the smoke fill up the room while the tub fills up with frothy bubbles. Cue the Doors, probably "The Crystal Ship" or "Lost Little Girl." Now that the ambience has been created, you can now emerse yourself and drift away listening to Mr. Mojo Rising while you soak.

It's quite magical really. Try it sometime when you feel mystical or are in the mood for a "sound bath."

The "Kindergarten Naptime of the Third Kind"

Lately I've been obsessing about something I read listed in Rolling Stone's Hot List. This is an excerpt from the write up:

"He books a 'sound bath' at the Integratron - an acoustically perfect wooden dome in California's Mojave Desert. During an hour session ($55), visitors lie on mats in the center of the room while a sound therapist plays tones on quartz-crystal bowls." 

A description of what exactly a "Sound Bath" is from the Integratron's website:

"The Sound Bath is a 30-minute sonic healing session that you can experience while resting comfortably in the Integratron's highly resonant, multi-wave sound chamber. We play 9 quartz crystal singing bowls live, each one keyed to the energy centers or chakras of the body, where sound is nutrition for the nervous system. Imagine lying on comfy mats in the center of this relaxing and resonant high-energy field, while having your body bathed in exquisite sound for 30 minutes. The results are waves of peace, heightened awareness, and relaxation of the mind and body." 

The more I read about this "Sound Bath", the more I am enticed to go experience it for myself. You can book a private "Sound Bath" or attend a Public one that is only $10. This sounds like a magical experience, but as we know I can't take a "Sound Bath" right now so instead I will have my own lying on a yoga mat in my room listening to "Love Like a Sunset Pt. 1" by Phoenix  and drift off the astral plane...