Solfeggio (Part 1)
The sine-waves of the theta pulsing choir note
Are like clear water bells in our love meditation,
With timeless feeling in Zen ambiance they float
And with signals from space without any cessation.
Being stimulated by Tibetan Chimes Solfege or by
Intergalactic fusion music as monaural Gamma pulses,
They produce lucid dreams to keep us on spiritual high,
Where Gamma Centauri may send some delicate impulses,
Centauri has a gentle spacious feel with Gamalon Solfege
And the synthesizer interactions blend with the white noise.
Tones liberation means Tibetan bowl and sine waves cortege,
When solfege frequencies from background sounds man enjoys.
The Silk Road meditator learns the oriental Koto song,
To assist in the release of crystallized emotional bondage.
Intuitive Sine for non-linear knowing is like an awakening gong
Ending to Theta meditation as “conscious'' for knowledge.
LA Unconditional is a dreamy triad of love frequencies.
The Solfeggio was also used in Ancient Gregorian chants,
In great hymns to St. John the Baptist and to sacred dyad.
. This way, the power of purity and transformation it grants.
. Explored through Gematria and Numbers book for holy place,
These sounds hold the keys to super-consciousness and longevity,
Accelerating healing, dimensional travel, the fabric of time and space
Arranging the energy and perception in organized cube symmetry.
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Particle Wave Reality (Revised)
Solidity is perception of electric
biochemical signals, frequencies
received by physical senses, the
mind weaves these into realities
as beautiful illusions
Energy of consciousness creates
the Universe - projecting through
interference patterns of random
energy-waves
We and all that we perceive, are
manifesting the Consciousness
which created this Universe; we
are Consciousness that always
is, never gained or lost, only
changing form
We are Infinite Consciousness
held in receptacle particles that
began as endless possibilities
formed by patterns in wave-
interference-patterns
We apply conscious energy like a
shining light on holographic three-
dimensional images to fix particles
in time and space and thus create
our illusionary Universe
[Summary of article on the Internet:
http: //www.bibliotecapleyades.net/
ciencia/ciencia_ quantum09.htm]
[ORIGINAL]
Solid ity is the brain’s perception of
biochemical and electrical signal
frequencies received by our physical
senses – which the mind weaves
beautifully into illusions of reality
It is energy of consciousness which
creates The Universe, projecting
through interference patterns of
random energy-waves
We, and all we perceive, are the
manifestations of consciousness
which created this – our Universe;
we ARE in fact consciousness that
always is, is never gained or lost,
that only changes form
We’re part of Infinite Consciousness
while physical form is a receptacle,
particles which began as infinite
possibilities in wave-interference-patterns
When conscious energy is applied
like shining light on a three-dimensional
holographic image, the particles become
fixed in time and space to create the
illusion which we call The Universe
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Infinite Consciousness
Perception of solidity
is the brain’s interpretation of
various frequencies
Received as biochemical and
electrical signals from the
physical senses
Which the mind weaves into
the beautiful illusions of
reality
Consciousness energy creates the
universe by projecting through
the interference patterns of
waves of energy
We and all we perceive are manifestations
of the consciousness which created
this - our universe
In fact, we ARE this consciousness that always is,
that is never gained or lost, that only changes form
We are part of Infinite Consciousness while
physical form is just a receptacle, particles
which began as infinite possibilities in the
wave-interference-pattern
When conscious energy is applied like light
shining on a three-dimensional holographic
image, the particles become fixed in time
and space to create the illusion which
we call The Universe
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Theta state
A little space for my dreams
Brain waves through time
When they need to roar
An ideation during
A theta state
So thundering and warm
A little space with gleams
Shining down upon all
My dolefulnesses
Ending all my confusions
Relieving me
Of my ashed hell of compulsions.
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Planets in Space
the planets in space
are realised souls
in meditation
round and round
they go counting chants
six years, ten years, a hundred years
the planets in space
if you can see
what holds them
among glittering stars
if your eyes could see
through divine fallacy
we - mere flashes of energy
to the plants, fishes
shadows to dogs
logs to ants
planets in space
they are realised souls
in meditation
each one revolves
with a sacred chant
one year, twenty years,
a hundred years
round and round
encircling divine power
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Practice makes perfect
A bronze gong sounds and resonates.
The echoes slowly die away.
The ancient monk still meditates.
As he does every single day.
He falls into a trance like state.
Which he achieves with practised skill
The sound waves cannot penetrate.
His consciousness against his will.
The ancient monk sits tranquilly
.Detached from our reality.
He is content to simply be.
Enjoying the tranquillity.
Of being free from illusion
Earned by meditation.
Wednesday,25 April 2012
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Shangrila
Im bathing in warm liquid colour
Feel every cell in my body is music
Floating in hyperspacial sound
Visualizing the landscapes of my mind
Im opening the door to inner space
Im feeling the vibrasound
We can live forever
We can live forever
Strike that gong
We can live forever
Our love can live forever
In shangrila
Transform with inner guidance
To a place of peace and paradise
(oh what a feeling)
Relax let your thoughts drift away
(oh what a feeling)
Live in belief and harmony
(chance of freedom)
We can live forever
We can live forever
Stike that gong
We can live forever
Our love can live forever
In shangrila om
In shangrila om
Access your new state of mind
Dedication discipline
Searching the sensory science
Has resulted in shangrila
We can live forever
(forever & ever & ever)
We can live forever
Our love could live forever
In shangrila
We can live forever
(forever & ever & ever)
We can live forever
Strike that gong
We can live forever
In shangrila om
A piece of a dream
The color of green
The color of healing
In shangrila
Color of love
In shangrila
I feel the sacred healing chants
I feel the moment
Of my death
I feel the higher learning
I feel the realization of forgiveness
Compassion and loving kindness
Om
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Einsein's Magic
If I can by the weight of my mind
affect the frequencies between
you and I
and mere proximity
can gravitationally
bend light and the space between
you and I
approaching
each with smooth intents
then we each
exhibit Einstein.
If space and time bend
due to our mental fields
and our mutual gravities
then what we all suspect
was proven true
by the theory of general relativity.
Thus, everything by extension
is indeed connected to everything
because a ripple in the time-space
continuum passes all along the fabric
to it's furtherest corners.
But what is practicable from all of this;
what meanings can we draw?
Well, one is the possibility that if
we find a way to amplify the effect
upon the fabric from our individual
effects upon it-
our individual signatures so to speak-
we have just defined
the very definition of Magic.
To be clear:
If gravity
alters time and space
then the apple does not fall to the ground
the apple is pulled down by the time and space
surrounding it which get altered by the gravity of objects.
Humm, look at it this way:
Take a bed-sheet, put a marble in the middle
shift the bed-sheet and the marble moves because
you have altered the fabric of time space which the
bed-sheet represents.
Now think further:
You and I have a small amount of gravitational pull
as well thus, individually, we too alter time-space
albeit very slightly in this bedsheet world;
and thereby affect everything and each other.
From this is born Einsteinian magic
which is the ability to bend time-space
transmitted through frequencies which are
generated by motion and movement in the time-
space continuum.
I promise you all of this is true
and is the basis of all magic
mine Einsteins and yours..
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If you look at a record under a microscope, the high frequencies are short jagged edges... and the low frequencies are long swinging ones are deep bass sounds. When it cut it at half speed, you're getting more of those on the record.
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Noise: A signal the individual is unaware [s]he could decipher
Background static is held to be noise,
interference' which often annoys,
yet all noise is not static
but code automatic,
signals atoms which seek equipoise.
Here is there, where perception employs
perspicacity spurning poor ploys,
though tao trip's tip erratic
seems, dreams reel to vatic
conclusion aback zen tortoise.
What some hear noise pollution to be
may steer others to cheer ecstacy
therefore channel perception
and filter conception
of subjective judgements at sea!
Decibels on the rise may disguise
signals which in their turn catalyze
basic instincts, defence
for survial, expense
well worth inconvenient cries.
Noise: an echo where energy toys
with a world whose half-life it destroys,
this while reader, ecstatic,
ventures smile enigmatic,
sees the light, contradictions enjoys.
Tympan tampon put on if excessive
or unpleasant some sounds seem, aggressive,
set mind free from restraints
from constraints and complaints,
inner ear hears in air-waves oppressive.
For pro, con, twins identical, boys,
maintain nothing's vain, on 'porpoise'
spins life's jest, though dramatic
seem vibrations erratic,
sense intense is imbed, reaches poise.
(9 June 2012)
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Choose Any Game Except Reality Responsibility
take time time spend your time
spend your time to achieve what?
time is a precious sacred gift
a gift if used for true worship
for deep thought meditation
time is a dimensional illusion
time is not filled with freedom
time is filled with work necessity
time is filled with responsibility
time learning growing adaptability
time is bending of material form
to our will let water in pipes flow
let electricity power our machines
let electricity illuminate our nights
let wisdom exercise machine mind
dimensional will mind bending space
time thought is vast limitless spacious
for those who seek answers silences
on line gamers seek flash noise fillers
a moth flies through their ears heads
moth flying through head space invaders
filling all empty spaces with sound games
on line gamers escape interaction think not
time flush down drains steal communication
choose any game except reality responsibility
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Music To My Ears
The merry music of a colourful carousel.
The joyous ringing out of church wedding bells.
A bird singing its heart out, high up in a tree.
The waves crashing down upon the salty sea.
The skin of a snare drum, being played with brushes.
A waterfall - the dramatic way that the water rushes.
The audience's excited chatter prior to a show.
The melodious sound of the bassoon or the oboe.
The call of geese - their loud, trumpeting sound.
A music box, as its pretty ballerina dances around.
I adore some accents: some are really top-notch:
I love listening to the Geordies and to the Scotch.
The jangling bells and cracking sticks of Morris Men.
The loud, hourly chiming of London's iconic Big Ben.
The tinkling of wind-chimes, blowing this way and that.
The rhythmic and resonant purring of a contented cat.
These are among the sounds which I love to hear:
Towards these sounds, my feet are often steered.
These sounds always put a smile upon my face:
Towards these sounds, my two feet will often race.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Spiritual Travel
The heart has a tongue so bright, so red with muscular strength
And able to converse with what is right and correct, with spiritual travel.
The conversations are bigger than stories of the most ancient,
In these simple words we reiterate the sorry tales to connect with spiritual travel.
Our tongues need untying when the character of a man performs worst,
Repent and be helped from the sin uttered altogether and checked with spiritual travel.
Our souls walk in gardens of delight after the times of goodness, of greatness,
So sorry is the man who longs for the only platform that is to detect with spiritual travel.
A new reward is given to those too high in secret knowledge, in the unseen facts,
Controlling them is then simplest, knowing them is direct, with spiritual travel.
My God is precious when you moan and deserve more from reasoning and testing some,
The men and women who are children shall grow out of moaning to disinfect, with spiritual travel.
To see the water on the journey of life is like seeing huge rivers flow into your mouth
And down the oesophagus, to collect in the stomach and then to expect with spiritual travel.
Do not now sound like a genius speaking of sounds and noises that mean words
When the sounds of the throat can mean the sweetness of prayer erect, with spiritual travel.
The praise delivered by everyone shall be increased obviously, as this means silence,
Silent beings shall triumph as they talk less with the evil spirits - say you must be incorrect! Just with spiritual travel.
The heart stopped talking when death appeared and life was snatched,
The angels of death enjoy their beating with their dialect, with spiritual travel.
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Come Dance With Me
Come! Take my hand… and dance with me…..
On terra firma, on a solar breeze brought here by a celestial wind….
In the gentle breeze blowing off the sea-, and the mountains in the eve….
Come dance with me in the Allegro, the Barock and Minuet….
….on intergalactic music eons old, arriving only now, in our quantum space
….on sounds of ancient water streams and waterfalls echoing continuously
….on sounds of oceans and it’s surf of this planet that’s been reverberating for ever
….as if part of our destiny we only now-, somehow mysteriously as if by magic
….we sense, feel and hear it, synchronous with this between us
……this music of terra firma, the cosmos and galaxies,
…and the mystique of eons pasts’ voices of lovers’ gentle whispers floating out there
T’is always been there to enchant travelers and those meandering recklessly
And people like us fools! Adventurous in Love…. And loving
Come! Take my hand…. And dance with me
…and to dance for ever more and always
Please, will you take my hand, my Love…..
Well dance in the shadow of the Namib dunes….
Well dance in the shadow of a huge rock in Orions’ belt….
Well dance in the misty wisps of water under Mount Auxes fall in the gorge below
Come! Let us dance… dance with me ……naked in mind and body
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Transcend
The cosmos, including humans, consists of
superimposed waves in various frequencies
forming beats by peaking together in regular
sequence of rhythmic patterns
Human life is a dance governed by patterned
rhythms, directed by the sun's electromagnetic
fields of radiation, which are determined by
the planets' configurations
Everything on earth consists of cosmic energy -
pattern pictures in series, all things in existence
are electromagnetic phenomena formed by
these patterns of waves frequencies
In a universe of effervescence, liquid water forms
ice crystal regions in remembrance of its frozen
existence, fragile water directs all forms of life
by means of chemical reactions
Chaos is free, uses paths formed by patterns to
create unique directions for life to transcend
the present in unheard-of new innovations…
Lyall Watson "Supernature" pp.1-100
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A Touch Is A Touch
feeling, flowing free and fleeting,
floating swimming on waves of neurons
pulsing skipping, somersaulting,
up, down and around resounding
in cogito or incognito, wrapped enveloped
till a drowsy psyche wishes
or willful consciousness
put more meaning
each road a different scenario
rapport by lexis or gesture
clothed the naked feeling
with fine raiment and ornament
Deco, Art Nouveau. or Rococo
tones of Gregorian or jazz
glimmering suns and cotton clouds
silky and diaphanous ethereal transparent
send, evoking embracing the spirit,
ah me, I do run off, what if the
touch was a mere accident a simple
contact of coarse physical, neither
intended nor unintended?
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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Growing Up
Folded in your fleshy purse
I am floating once again
While the muted sounds are pumping rhythm
All the walls close in on me
Pressures building wave on wave
til the water breaks and outside I go, oh
One dot, thats on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot
Two dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dot
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
Three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe,
Three dot
Four dot, is what will make a square, a bed to build on, its all there,
Four dot
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
All the slow clouds pass us by
Make the empire state look high
As you take me in your sea-stained sweetness
It spills, it tingles and it stings
All the pleasure that it brings
til the door has let the outside inside here
Well on the floor theres a long wooden table
On the table theres an open book
On the page theres a detailed drawing
And on the drawing is the name I took
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
My ghost likes to travel
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside of your space
My ghost likes to travel
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside of your space
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside of your space
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside of your space
The breathing stops, I dont know when
In transition once again
Such a struggle getting through these changes
And it all seems so absurd
To be flying like a bird
When I do not feel Ive really landed here
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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0995..... Supreme Truth
We know who is Super Star and Supreme Star
More so, we are more interested in their personal life
Ever wanted to know what Supreme Truth is?
Ever interested to ponder on above line?
Love is Truth, Affection is Truth, Compassion is Truth,
Friendship is Truth, Peace is Truth, Universe is Truth, Atom is Truth
Mountain is Truth, Earth is Truth, Sun is Truth, Truth is Truth
There are Millions of Truths; but one could be the ‘Supreme Truth’
What is the Supreme Truth? Truth of All Truths?
Truth that sustains all Truths is the Supreme Truth
That which is Beyond ‘Time’ and ‘Space’ and Eternal
That which is the one and only is Supreme Truth
We are Born, Live and Die; Earths, Suns, Stars and Galaxies do die;
Lights, Sounds, Nations, Religions, Castes, Money, all will vanish oneday;
Nothing in Space-Time region will last forever and Die one day;
Anything out of Space-Time Horizon can only exist for ever
Everything is Consciousness; Consciousness sustains everything
The seen and unseen are two realms of Consciousness
An Electron is conscious of velocity and angle to rotate
Chairs, Sticks, Stones Books, He, She, It and all have Consciousness
Consciousness is Dormant in Few, Explicit in Few, That’s Truth.
Every object is conscious of what it is; They can’t exist otherwise
What way will Knowing Consciousness help me?
Listen carefully, for this may change all your perspective
Consciousness Infinite is, The God in Absolute Form
Consciousness is on a Big Agenda;
To express itself in many forms and Evolve
We are latest creations in 13.73 Billion Years in River of Consciousness;
We were Sticks and Stones one day; You and I Today
Know it or not we are Evolving; Evolution is an upward march
All of us are from same fountain of Consciousness
Is Buddha a fool to renounce his Princedom in search of Truth?
Consciousness little unplugged is Happiness;
Consciousness fully Unplugged is Bliss (Cosmic Consciousness)
Be more conscious; Be full of Awareness of your doings;
You can evolve faster and faster; Being Conscious can
Speed up your Karmic path, avoiding many cycles of Births and Deaths
We cannot not exist; We are Gods in the making; Time only counts;
Be more Conscious; Consciousness is the only –‘The Supreme Truth’
(28-03-2010, Chennai)
poem by Gan Chennai
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The Poem That Comes From Hearing The Poem Of Another
The poem that comes from hearing the poem of another
And tries to ride on its rhythm
Like the sea on its own waves-
A forced music finding nowhere in itself a music of its own
Because all the poems are melodies made light by more light
As all the poems are dreams made dreamlike by more dreaming-
And we in our poetic fervor hearing that lyric sound
Go round and round again and again
As if we were the music of the stars
When the universe empirically spherical –
But now in this more deeply instrumented time,
When what we see with our eyes is always less than what we measure
Time and Time again tells us that Space and Space again tell us
That all we are in this long distance darkness
Is one small point of light which in its own sad way will fade out before its music endures-
For the stars have only our imagined music
and not more than the light
of their own violent dying –
So here having heard the poem of another
And open to my own inner voice,
I cry and cry again for another sky and another music
That only God Who is Beyond these earthly hapless sounds
Can Dream and Feel and Know
In the Lyric Ending that justifies our home.
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It's - as opposed to tape where you have a magnetic tape that's excited by frequencies that you hit, digital was a process where musical sounds are transferred to numbers and stored as numbers.
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Heal The Waters…
In light of the recent Gulf of Mexico disaster we know,
recklessness has humankind at the brink of extinction.
We must now come together in prayer and meditation,
to heal the great waters of all the oceans in the world.
It is time to recognize the true power of human beings,
and know that dis-ease is healed through positive intention.
Take time each day to express gratitude for the living waters,
within and around you.
ROTMS
Offer this prayer;
“I am grateful for Water, the water I use in my daily life,
the water within my body & the water on our planet.
I send my Gratitude now through this Song into the Living Waters of our Planet.
I intend that all water is healed, clear of any disharmony
and vibrating at the highest frequency of Peace and Oneness.
I honor our sisters and brothers who live within the waters
and remember that they are part of our Earth family, our global tribe.
I am grateful that all Humans awaken to
the interconnectedness of all of life and now act from a place of honoring all life.
This day I offer my Voice as a resonating prayer of Peace and Healing.
As I sing the One Song, I fill myself with Peace and Gratitude and
send this vibration and intention through the Song into the waters,
into the oceans and to all of life on our Living Planet.
I remember that I am a creator and
I choose this day to create Peace and Healing within the Water.
I Breathe in Peace, I Breathe out Peace,
I breathe Conscious Breaths filled with my intentions of Peace.
I am grateful that there is now Peace in the Water.”
Source of Prayer;
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