Mark Twain said thunder gets the credit but lightning does the work. Lightning that strikes the ground renews the soil, while heat lightning only dances across the sky. On the day Mars met Uranus and the air felt electric, we gave that electricity somewhere to land.

Drop a golden rope of light from your root to the center of the earth and tell yourself: I am grounded, I am safe, I am here. Let go of what you still hold, like the currents of the tides. Picture yourself as a fully connected electrical being, and make one choice to change a pattern. Breathe in a few lines from Rumi. Then become a focused, divine lightning rod, choose where to direct your light, and welcome flashes of insight with an expectation of allowance.

Before we began, the bowls dipped below their factory tuning, which technically isn't possible. The bowls don't lie. At the end, tone A-U-M at any pitch.