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  • A few years ago I did some voice work with Noah Pike. He takes a Jungian approach to archetypes at the seat of our souls. Each of these having their own specific voice. We, having learnt through many socialised reasons, the 'correct' speaking voice we should use.

    I will record myself speaking next story and you'll see, I have a very quiet speaking voice. I'm told it lilts and the melody of it is beautiful. But it is quiet.

    Little Voice.

    Today I woke up frustrated. Everything is wrong. E V E R Y T H I N G. One of those days.
    Later, after snapping at friends and loved ones I began to think of Noah and one of his exercises with me.

    "Find your gorilla voice Katie, do you know where it is?"
    No. I did not know where my gorilla voice was.
    "It's very low, where a gorilla communicates from. Really low, below the abdomen, below the womb. Above the penis. Yes, there."

    A gorilla makes an 'OU'GH, OU'GH, OU'GH' sound. It doesn't make it from it's throat. The sound travels up from the core and it reverberates around its body. Beating the chest amplifies that sound.

    "ou'gh, ou'gh, ou'gh" I said (are you trying it now too?) and wandered around the room with my arms swinging low and my knees bent. "ou'gh, ou'gh, ou'gh" I said looking cross and determined. "ou'GH, Ou'Gh, OU'gh" I said from the seed of the core of me.
    "Ah" said Noah gazing at me laconically. "What we have here, is a baby gorilla."

    As I said, it's been a few years since then. I must have reached the teenage gorilla years.
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