I arrived in Antalya, Turkey…
Founded in the third century BC, the city reverberates with an ancient, magical history that permeates every aspect of Mediterranean life. As I wandered the stunning streets that poetically weave in, around and through the seaport city, my footsteps echoed with those who came before me. It took very little imagination to follow the call of the past and transport myself back in time.I was drawn to Kaleici, foldy know as Old Antalya, like a moth to a flame. Without question, my soul, my essence knew this place. The stone walls, the old houses built side by side in a charming topsy-turvy manner, the family owned shops offering delights for all the senses – it was all familiar. Navigating the narrow lanes with my internal compass, I decided to trust the unexplainable feeling of remembrance, and granted myself permission to be seduced by what had summoned me there in the first place – my heart.
Love and passion have always been my motivators, yet too often I would choose to ignore the subtle whispers of these messengers.
Wanting so desperately to find my place in a world I adored but seldom felt at home in, I gave precedent to my rational mind that would silence any voice that encouraged me to express myself. To sing out loud. Ironic, considering I am a singer. It was this internal struggle that set the foundation for my journey to Turkey. My heart had grown weary and bored of my fear of being fully seen and heard, yet I had no idea how to release it. This fear had become a part of my identity, and I had no idea who I would then be without it. Still, my soul was done with the story that kept telling itself in an endless loop. I had to decide between two paths. I could either find a new way of being in this world, or the spark of life within me would burn itself out.
These thoughts occupied my mind as I strolled around Karaaliogule Park, the gorgeous park that winds around the Gulf of Antalya, offering the most stunning views of the cliffs and the Roman harbor. I found myself asking the land, and sea and the wisdom of all the souls who came before me to give me a sign as to what I was to do. I kept asking the question, “How do I live fully, how do I live free of fear?
Then up in the distance I saw the Hidirlik Tower. It is situated where the land and sea walls meet, and holds space on the edge of the cliffs. It once served as a lookout tower, and then later as a lighthouse.
All at once the symbology hit me and I was given my answer: Be a light unto myself and all darkness will be illuminated. Allow myself to shine and all the world will brighten.
Little did I know I would soon be given the chance to put this revelation into action. The next day I ventured east to the ancient city of Aspendos. I had never heard of this city before, and was hugely surprised to learn that it was the home to the most well-preserved amphitheater in all antiquity. The legend of how the Aspendos Theater came to be captivated me immediately:
The King of the land had one child, a daughter. Desiring to preserve the peace and majesty of his kingdom and insure it would thrive with the next generation, he decided to hold a competition for his daughters hand in marriage. The man who created the most amazing service for benefit of all the people would have his daughter’s prized hand and so would become King. Two engineers stood out. One built an unprecedented water system of canals that brought water to the entire city. The other built the largest amphitheater in the world, seating 7,000, with acoustics that allowed every single person in its audience to clearly hear.
The King was impressed with both, but was leaning towards the man who built the water system. Now legend has it that his daughter was in love with architect who built the theater. The princess asked her father to visit the amphitheater one more time before he made his decision. The King agreed.
He climbed to the highest seat in the farthest section and sat. Soon he heard a voice repeating over and over, “The King’s daughter must be mine.” The King looked to his left and to his right but could find no one. Again and again the words came. Then finally his attention was drawn down far below to the center stage. To his amazement he saw the architect pacing and it was he who was speaking softly to himself. The King was so impressed he awarded the man the winner, and the architect and the princess, and the people of the city lived happily ever after.
As I entered through the grand archway of Aspendos Theater my breath caught in my throat. The open air, circular theater soared up and up and merged with the sky. My entire body surged with energy, chills running up and down my spine. Happy tears streamed down my flushed cheeks. I had been here before.
My soul began to sing!
So strong was the song, so brilliant and alive that I could not contain it. I could not hide it. I had to share the music; the desire was born of something greater then myself. To my absolute amazement, amidst all the tourists and commotion, I walked on trembling legs to the center of the stage and closed my eyes. At once the seemingly dense reality of this world gave way to the guidance and truth of my inner sight. A profound knowing overcame me, and I was transported to place within myself that fully remembered the bliss and ecstasy of being ONE with all creation.
A symphony of the past, present and future came serenading through the channels of my heart. In an instant I surrendered my small, ego identity to the expansive unity and love of the Beloved. Knowing I was divinely supported I gave myself completely to the calling, and I began to sing.
The song was spontaneous and improvised. I had no idea where it would take me or which note would choose to spring from my heart, I simply trusted. I didn’t know language, the words were foreign to me, but the feeling was home – Instead of me singing the song, the song sung me.
When the song was compete the entire amphitheater was in silence. I opened my eyes, and I was forever changed. For the first time, I could see. And for the first time, I allowed myself to be seen. Nearly every person present came up to me afterward in joy and awe. Each soul shared how much they longed to embody their talent and passion as I just had, and that witnessing me do so would forever inspire them.
The fear of following my passion, of embodying my purpose, of steeping out into the world and owning my voice will never again silence my inner calling. Nor will I ever again deny my brothers and sisters the opportunity to do the same. Before I left for Turkey, the world was reflecting to me that the time for transformation was now. Having returned from Turkey the message is the same, but now I am one of the messengers.
My message is simple: Be a light unto yourself. Allow yourself to shine as the miracle you are and the world will brighten.
By ~ Amoon
About the author: Amoon is a Tantric Metaphsician who creates beautiful, celestial music for healing, transformation and evolution. It is her purpose and passion to share the healing and mystical principles of sound and vibration as tools for the enlightenment of the soul. Amoon gives performances, sound concerts, ceremonies and workshops, and offers one on one counseling around the world.
Greatly influenced by Western Mysticism, Hawaiian Huna, Sufism, and the esoteric teachings of Mahamudra Tantra, Amoon’s study and embodiment of music, sound and vibration have immersed her in multiple wisdom teachings from all around the globe. She emphasizes each person is an essential instrument in the symphony of life, and it is our brithright and our mission to contribute our unique vibrational imprint to the unfoldment of the One masterpiece.
Amoon invites you to embody your purpose, to speak your truth and live your bliss!
You may contact Amoon at: firstname.lastname@example.org