The Visionary Journey Back to My Trumpet

Recently, I embarked on an extraordinary journey, one that led me far beyond the confines of conventional experiences. In a quest for deeper understanding and clarity about the subtle instincts guiding my life, I found myself at a psychedelic retreat in Tijuana, Mexico. This was a leap into the unknown, especially for someone like me who had lived a pretty straight-edge life, seldom crossing paths with anything more adventurous than a trumpet’s melody.

The retreat introduced me to ibogaine, a powerful psychedelic derived from the iboga root in Gabon, Africa. The experience was profound and transformative, lasting six to eight hours of intense visions followed by a period of integration. It’s hard to articulate the depth and nature of these visions. They were filled with intricate geometries and a sense of familiarity that suggested a return to a spiritual home.

During this transcendental experience, one message resonated deeply: the universe, in all its vastness, is crafted from love. It was a reminder of our creation from love and our purpose to celebrate and share this love in all we do. This revelation made me reflect on my relationship with the trumpet. Playing the trumpet had always been an act of love for me, a connection to a higher purpose that went beyond mere performance.

In the midst of these revelations, I realized how much I had downplayed the impact of my music on others. I underestimated the profound effect that my performances could have on my audience, seeing their reactions as polite compliments rather than genuine connections. But the visions I experienced shed light on the true power of music and its capacity to touch lives.

Following the retreat, a series of serendipitous encounters reaffirmed my connection to the trumpet. A chance meeting with a renowned trumpet professor at an airport, conversations with former students who spoke of the influence I had on their lives – these incidents seemed like the universe nudging me back towards my musical roots.

This journey has been about more than just rediscovering a lost passion. It’s been a deep dive into understanding the essence of my existence and the role music plays in it. The trumpet, for me, is not just an instrument; it’s a medium through which I can express and share love. It’s a tool that allows me to impact the world positively, to resonate with the fabric of reality that is woven from love.

Now, as I contemplate my return to the trumpet, I do so with a renewed sense of purpose. The universe, in its mysterious ways, seems to be guiding me back to embrace this part of myself again. This time, however, I approach it not just as a musician but as a conduit of love, ready to share the profound lessons I’ve learned on this incredible journey.