I Sing The Body Electric
Since the beginning of human life as we know it, man has used music to communicate with the spirit world. At first, through drumming, then voice and finally with crudely built instruments, he has mimicked the sounds of nature and opened portals to the hidden world of the Soul.
In ancient China, the provincial leaders and emperors sent out “listeners” to the various hamlets and villages to hear what was being musically expressed. By doing so, the emperor could make determinations as to the psychological and spiritual health of his subjects.
Over time, like all the Sacred Sciences, music was slowly dethroned from it’s lofty position of being a direct channel to the Devine, and eventually relegated to the role of solely entertaining the dulled-down and enslaved masses.
Before the rise of the corporate world––where now everything, especially music, is viewed for its profit potential only––the church held the position of “keeper of the musical Spiritual Flame.” Up until the end of the Renaissance era, the church promoted and encouraged compositions that lifted the populace to higher and higher visionary plateaus, though not necessarily leading anyone to profound mystical experiences. The masses of Mozart, Josquin des Prez, Palestrina and others created compositional platforms wherein one might get a microscopic glimpse of the Light.
What is that force, still to this day, that drives one to music, to the power of sound––that mysterious and haunting maiden of seduction. Is the body somehow hard-wired to a matrix or grid of energy that sound manipulates? Could music hold the key that unlocks the access door to the soul? Whatever it is, it holds the power to move mountains.
Often, when I hear the opening bars of Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings, my heart breaks. And, when I hear the prelude to Tristan and Isolde, by Wagner, as in the movie Melancholia, directed by Lars Von Trier, my skin crawls with mysterious forlorn longing. Even hearing Miles play Blue in Green, by Bill Evans, repeatedly knocks me to the ground in passionate revelry. I become instantenously transcended to another world, a mysterious place of the hidden, the unknown. What is it that teleports my inner consciousness to the realms of timeless mystery?
In the midst of Qigong this morning I finally receive the answer I was yearning for. In the stillness of that very private world that one finds themselves in during meditations such as this, a chord was struck in the soft and soothing musical landscape accompanying the movements. It was a different chord, one filled with beauty and dissonance. I suddenly sensed an unusual opening in my heart that led directly to, what in the Western Esoteric Tradition was called, “The Holy of Holies,” that inner sanctum at the center of our being where our True Self resides.
My epiphany blossomed like a Night Blooming Cereus, fast and intentional, filled with a heady fragrance. SOUND IS VIBRATION AND WE ARE VIBRATION. When the proper combination of tones is combined, they magically align our energy matrix for a split second, opening a portal that offers direct communication to the Devine. That is what the Shaman, from prehistoric times to the present, has known. That is what Mother Ayahuasca exposes. AND That is one of the deep secretes that have been hidden from our view by the patriarchal powers that have controlled the masses for centuries. Music holds the power of transformation. Music aligns our vibrational energies into the patterns of perfection that brings about true health, deep happiness and the connection to Spirit that we all crave.
When you listen to music, choose wisely. Invite into your life the sacred vibrations of timeless creation. Let it Sing the Body Electric!