You lie comfortably in a centuries-old neo-Gothic chapel, your eyes closed, while voices, drones and sound move through the space. There is nothing for you to do.
The acoustics of this 1897 chapel make the room itself an instrument. Sound floats through the high vault, touches your body, settles your nervous system, and invites you to relax ever more deeply.
This is a Voice Alchemy transmission. A journey where voice, resonance and silence come together. You may lie down, listen, and let yourself be carried.
There are places built to carry the sacred art of sound.
The Rooi Hartenkapel is one of them. A neo-Gothic chapel from 1897, tucked away on the old monastery grounds, with a high choir where a single voice can rise and open into the whole space.
I have stood here a number of times, as a DJ for ecstatic dance, always closing the evening with a sound journey. One evening I began to sing. I felt how the room carried my voice, without any microphone. The chapel itself was the amplifier.
In that moment I knew. One day I would give a sacred sound transmission here. A true journey in sound, in a space made for exactly this. That day is Sunday 28 June.
We tune ourselves again, gently, until we can meet the soul once more. It is a returning to the soul that lives within you. An ancient remembering of your true nature. The divine blueprint that lives in each of us, restored.
In this chapel I work with the spirit that lives here. I let it move through me. The voice is the carrier.
The voice is held by drones and sacred instruments, woven into a single stream you can travel within. It comes close to a medicine journey. Here, the voice is the medicine.
They return to a deeper silence, a softening of the body, an old remembering of who they are beneath the noise of living. Some travel through light and feeling. Some weep. Some grow quieter than they have been in years.
What remains is a nervous system at rest, and a sense of coming home to the center of your own being.