Before the Big Bang — A Sound We’ve Been Trying to Remember

Before time, before space, before matter — there was vibration.

Not silence.Not emptiness.But a hum.A pulse.A frequency pregnant with potential.

Some quantum physicists suggest the universe began not with a bang, but with a ripple — a trembling of something so small it defies measurement. In string theory, everything — from galaxies to you and me — is made of tiny vibrating strings. Not particles. Not things. But movement. Oscillation. Tone.

Is it any wonder, then, that sound moves us so deeply? That we resonate with a drumbeat, dissolve in the swell of a gong, or are moved to tears by a note held just right?

If we are vibrating strings, then connection is harmony.When we fall in love, when we find our people, when we remember who we are — it’s as if those strings sync up again. A choir of atoms finding their pitch.

And perhaps, in that moment, we’re hearing something older than time.Something that predates language, memory, even thought.A note from before the beginning.A sound we’ve been trying to remember.

This is why I do what I do. Not just for relaxation or wellness. But because sound is a key. It unlocks doors in the psyche, it rearranges matter, it reminds us we are not alone. Each gong, each drumbeat, each voice — a gentle nudge back to the frequency we began with.

We are not separate.We are not broken.We are music, trying to find our way back into tune.