There is a resonance which underlies the breath of life. It is form and formless, cohering into nexuses of energy which then generate movement, or sound. There is pattern to the coherence which expresses itself through all life.
The ways in which we observe the pattern occur through the lenses available to each of our brain-bodies, resulting in the 10,000 things of zen philosophies or the multitude of manifest forms in Western esoteric traditions. Some paint, some sing, some dance - some speak, some play, some teach - some _____. The main point is that observation-expression is always undeniably creative. This is what is called living the creative life, and it is available to all of us.
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| Harmonic Resonance by Farb |
Each nexus of waveforms that is every living thing draws initial resonance into itself, where it meets and is shaped by the histories and pathways of the life. The resulting interference results in geometries of sound movement which are at once universal, in their impulse and connectivity, and unique, in their blueprinting and expression. Levels of density express at differentiated frequencies, creating magnetism. This magnetism draws likeness unto itself, forming groups. Exchange within the groups further shapes and evolves frequencies and fields emerge. Fields are stable over time yet continually evolving, allowing each living thing to rest within the shared patterns of the earth while continuing to individually draw down resonance. Thus shared paths emerge. In time, we view these as linear progression. In space, as place. In the mind, as thought trains or loops. In the heart, as emotion. Tides, flows, spirals, skate back over themselves deepening grooves which at once densify into codeable transmissible energies while always and constantly continuing to shift at subtle interfaces. The basis of all expression is rhythm. Rhythm is the horse upon which resonance comes to life.
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| Untitled by Justin Totemical |
When I was in Ecuador sound opened to me! I have always been a dancer, sensing, feeling, moving rhythms through my bones. I became big ears in Ecuador. I learned to sing.
One night in ceremony my ears extended, they opened and spiralled out, and every sound was available overlapping in harmony. Insect, upward thrust of plants, gentle mist, breeze, clods of dirt, logs heating and waiting to be burned, rise and fall of bodies breath, huff and heave of animal, hair follicles growing, spheres and angels. A burning desire opened in me - to know the frequency which is this Hannah with fewer and fewer lenses - to observe in simplicity and detail the tone and lenses of all living things.
The fire of our heart is fanned by the rhythm of our movement. As its resonance becomes clear the flames grow high. The songs of the shaman clear the fields, open the lenses of our histories. As they sing the flames of the fire brighten. The flames lick the frequency. Hearts blend.
There, as we built the lodge, hard work, we listened to alot of music! Pure joy! Beautiful sharing of forms. And the music provided a thrust which offset the silence, thus making the peace recognisable.
Do you hear/see/sense rhythm in your dreams? Whose dreams are these anyway?
"Forget everything which did not teach you how to dance." Rumi
"Tie yourself to herds of mating camels." Hafiz
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| Ayahuasca Vision by Skyer |
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