I found him at the Quest bookstore at the US headquarters of the Theosophical society in Wheaton, IL around noon today.
The moment I touched him with the striker he started singing, and when I used the "champagne glass rim" playing method, he wound right up. He's definitely meant to be with us.
These bowls are hand-pounded by praying monks, and many are hundreds of years old. I don't know Zohm's story, unfortunately. However, his voice is beautiful. I think Spirit likes him here.
Blessings,
Dan
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