Vibrations of Life
I've always been a John Lennon fan.
I must have been exposed to John Lennon while in the womb because I can not remember a time when I wasn't a John Lennon fan nor a time when his words didn't in some way either come into my head to either save my ass or to kick my ass.
His words, his spirit, his ideals seem to be woven into my DNA, so when I see or hear a quote from John Lennon, I stop whatever I am doing and I ponder.
Especially one that I have never heard before.
"Music is everybody's possession. It's only publishers who think that people own it." ~ John Lennon
This is the quote that appeared before me without even looking while feeling the need to write something.
I always know when I need to write something because I get this incredible heavy feeling in the back of my head and I feel an inexplicable need to sleep.
Most of the time it is a message from my guides that seeks to be heard, sometimes I need a nap.
Tonight it is a message.
Is there more to music than what you hear?
More than the lyrics, more than the rhythm, more than the tune, more than the sound. What do you hear, Jennifer?
What do you posses?
More like what is possessing me, but hey, I'll play along.
I do hear more than music.
I hear life.
I hear love.
I hear community.
I hear meaning.
For me, music isn't the lyrics, notes, rhythm, sound.
Music is the sound of life.
Music is the rhythmic beat of my heart, the gentle breeze as it wisps past me, the soft breath thru my nose, the gentle tap of my fingers on the keyboard, the click of my heels.
Music is the chirp of birds and the song of peepers.
It is children playing, people laughing, lawn mowers and chainsaws carving natures picture, dogs barking, leaves blowing, cars speeding by with radios blaring.
Music is a backdrop to a party, a hymn at a funeral, a song in your soul, a tune in your whistle.
Music is the vibration that moves us closer to one another.
Music is the continual underlying vibration, sounds for most, that are uniquely interpreted by each individual soul in which God speaks.
They way in which you interpret unique vibrations into sounds is the way your soul hears God.
It is nourishment for your soul's growth.
So, you are telling me that God speaks to Stacy using the Rolling Stones and God speaks to me using the Beatles.
We are explaining that each member of the Rolling Stones and each member of the Beatles heard and interpreted vibrations that uniquely resonated a feeling, a desire, a spark, an epiphany of sorts that led to the recipe of sounds and words that became the music in which you hear, in an individually unique way that your soul in turn interpreted into soul growth.
This specific type of soul growth is another way in which God speaks to YOU.
Well, it appears to me God liked talking to the Beatles way more than the Stones.
God doesn't pick favorites.
That is why you remain a "sprouting seed."
Tonight I was one in a community pulled together by music to help one of our own during her personal life crisis.
A young, vibrant, loving and gifted soul, with a loving community beside her, is facing an uphill battle in her victory over Hodgkin's Lymphoma.
Her life forever different but not cut short.
A community different too.
I watched, no, I felt, friends and strangers sing the chorus of beloved songs in the auditorium of a small elementary school that only weeks before heard the cries of anger at the announcement of its closing in the near future.
I heard the history of the building whisper its stories to me while Sam and Ron passionately sang for a hopeful crowd.
Sam's voice blending with the Angels as Ron channeled the composers of long, long ago.
With each blending of voice and each rise and fall of the notes, I started to see the chimes singing in the wind, the raindrops grouping lyrically into a puddle and the symphony of waves, rocks, birds, pianos, saxophones, guitars, rising together in a vibration that furthers us closer to our highest selves.
I felt, with my eyes shut and ears opened, the beauty of our world and its love for us.
I began to, in some small way understand a possession of my own music.
Tonight we were a community in concert, brought together for one.
I moved with the rhythm of life while pondering its music.
Music touches us.
It reaches into the depth of our beings.
It conjures memories, sparks love, motivates our workouts, lulls us to sleep, nurtures our creativity, lifts our spirits, speaks to our souls.
Music spurs discussions between friends and strangers.
Almost weekly my old high school friend, Aaron, will spark a new discussion about a record, a song, a band, and I, will quietly and curiously observe as their knowledge of this music is far greater than mine and laugh as the conversation typically becomes an essay into each others life.
Music will ask questions like Pete Seeger's
"Where have all the flowers gone"
Creedence Clearwater Revival's
"Who'll stop the Rain"
"Should I stay or should I go?"
Crosby Stills and Nash
"For What its Worth"
"Who are You"
Music also tells us stories.
Stories like Arlo Guthrie's, "Alice's Restaurant",
Bob Dyan's "Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Heart"
Simon and Garfunkle's
Which also asks the question
"Where did you go, Joe DiMaggio"?
Music will define us either deeper into or further away from our individual beliefs;
"Give Peace a Chance"
"Born in the USA" and
"Man in the Mirror"
Music, in whatever form resonates with the listener, is the vibrational thread that binds us together.
Music is ours to posses.
To create the perfect conditions for growth within our individual garden. Music is the soil, the water, the sun, the moon and the perfect environment for which our soul seed blossoms.
What do you hear, Jennifer? What do you posses?
I hear grace. I posses a promise.
Music is a promise that life will continue to go on.
The wind will always blow leaves, the waves will always crash against the rocks and fall back across the sand.
Birds will always chirp and dogs, unfortunately, will always bark at 6 am on a Sunday morning.
Children will play, hearts will beat, blood will pump, sighs will be sighed.
Angels will always use our voices and composers will always find a way to come back to play again.
Tears will drop, noses will blow, laughter will be heard, songs will be sung.
John Lennon will always be on the radio somewhere.
Tomorrow may not look like today, but the music in which life vibrates will always bring us a new promise of life everlasting.
"Yeah we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun." ~ John Lennon
5/9/2017 07:20:31 am
That was beautiful Jen. I miss being around you and your boisterous spirit. Write on and rock your beat.
5/9/2017 08:31:18 am
Thank you, Erin. I'm looking forward to the next time our paths cross as well.
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