An Essay A Day For A Year
By Roe
Day 65, March 5, 2012
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Music is something that moves all of us, and is our common Earth language. On our wonderful and cruel Earth there are a million or two species of living things, and we are only one of them. We are the only species that truly enjoys music. That is a very powerful statement. We humans have two genders, in a couple hundred countries, on 5 continents, and we speak 4 to 6 thousand languages. Of all the languages on Earth, music is the only common one. Every human on Earth speaks music, and we all experience common Earth language through music. Music is emotional and is experienced in and by our music meter, also known as our heart. Our hearts are expert music machines and speakers from conception, pre programmed with the musical code of our original muse, the Universe. On Earth our muse is a person that moves or inspires us, and our muse-ic always moves or inspires us, and so music is our muse. Whether the music we listen to gives us pleasure or pain or something in between, in some way we are moved.
Music is the language of the universe. Music is the sound that Love makes. Prior to being able to think thoughts and be fully conscious cortically, music was our language. When we are in our mother’s womb we can perceive and respond to music long before our first thoughts. Music is the first feeling experience of our lives, as everything we experience prior to thoughts is experienced in our feeling center as a flow of emotions in a musical way, the same way that musical music will affect us later. Music is the common language of the universe that can and will be the bridge from mathematics and physics to theology and back again. Music is the commonality that surfs between intellect and heart, and between belief systems and our core inheritance, as the only species on Earth that can make music. Music brings us together within and beyond any perceived differences we might have and reveals that we are in fact only one species, all with the same needs and expressions.
All professions on Earth are beautiful as necessary endeavors which enrich our lives in some way. The Buddhists say “chop wood, carry water”, and being present in our necessary endeavors, fully focused, is our most common, mundane and life enhancing meditation. Of all the most beautiful professions on Earth, being a muse-ician must be the most beautiful. Surely there are a lot of laborers in the world of all types who work as a means to an end, but for someone involved with music, who can write or compose or arrange or perform the music that gives them pleasure, being involved with music is never just a means to an end. When I mention to people that a great profession is a task that you get paid to do which you would gladly pay others to do , I think of musicians. So far I have never met a musician involved in music of their heart, involved in music as a means to an end. Musicians give and receive pleasure to and from others as muses, to move and inspire others, and if the musician us unable to feel pleasure being involved with music, they are unable to be involved with music. Being a musician is the honor of being the world’s primary linguist and translator of language, and so musicians are Earth’s ambassadors. Some day when the aliens from outer space come to visit us, the Earth’s musicians will be our ambassadors and sharers of Love.
When we listen to music we become heart surfers, and that is why we like it so much. Music flows in and through us and we surf the waves of our own emotions that music elicits and inspires. Music moves us by being a trigger for emotions and memories, and experience. Music has the ability to transcend time and space, and is one of the primary language systems with access into our unconscious. Music is our primary language, before words, or even awareness of our own consciousness. By making us laugh and cry and feel anger and many, many other emotions, music allows us feel the humanity of our hearts. In fact, our hearts only understand and speak music, musically through our emotions. All emotions precede all thoughts all the time, and thoughts are in fact translations and reactions of our limbic, or feeling, musical heart response.
We can learn a tremendous amount about ourselves and others with and through music. Music relates our human condition, and expresses all intellectual disciplines, from politics to economics, and from psychology to philosophy, and more. Music reflects our joy, and resonates with our pain, and music shifts us in time and place and experience to the experience of others in their space and time and experience. I remember once in my world travels listening to a young mother singing and chanting in an indigenous dialect in a catholic cathedral. I wept with sorrow at the sound of her voice, and I felt longing and regret, and anger and confusion. I later learned that she was singing a burial chant at the funeral of her twin infants that had died of cholera. My mind and my heart already spoke her language, and when my conscious mind caught up, I felt no more or less emotions.
I once went to a massive Christian revival in a Baptist church in the heart of black Mississippi. I was accompanied by a longtime friend who was not only anti-Christian, but proudly and vociferously racist. I am not a believer in God either, but I have no racist feelings. I was so overwhelmed by the powerful voices and harmony and emotion, that I soon was swaying to the music, and singing, and even yelled out “amen!” with the enormous crowd several times. At times I was weeping, and others I was almost ecstatically joyous in song. When I looked over at my friend, I was amazed to see him doing exactly the same thing, and with a bit of embarrassment added, since he found himself gospeling out with black Christians. When we walked out, he dried his eyes, and said, “wow”.
The next time nations are on the brink of war, I recommend that the leaders and their delegations be sent to that cathedral in Guatemala to listen that young mother’s death chant in Quiche’, and I will supply the tissue for their tears. I would like to go with them to the revival in Mississippi, and I will share the joyous embarrassment of their shared humanity with all. I recommend that each leader and their delegations travel in the other’s country and indulge in a myriad of musical music that sings of our humanity and the paradigm at hand, and I would like to be there to sing and dance with them all.
We surely can all transcend ourselves and experience the transcendence of and with others together through music. We are muse-ic. We are the sound that Love makes.
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