The inspiration for this essay came to me in a dream of my grandfather. He was young again, and flashing a rare smile. He was a man of few words, so he took my hand to remind me how much he had loved me. And, still without words, I heard him remind me to “play”.
I long to hear the universal chord. The hum of the celestial bodies, each emitting a signatory vibrational sound, as identified some decades ago by Winfried Shumann. I wish to hear the singular sound of Mother Earth, my home frequency. Travelling through space, will I hear the tone of Mars, the note of Venus, and the pitches of the asteroids? What was the song of Maldek before it became the Asteroid Belt? Imagine, all of these heavenly notes, struck as one chord, a secret chord, which was created by the thought form of the supreme OM.
When will we hear the voices of heavenly hosts, as did the shepherds on the one holiest of nights? What sounds did David make, as he returned victorious and entered Jerusalem? His entourage played instruments, and David danced like a rock star, stripping off his shirt and coming into the city, bearing the sacred Ark of the Covenant. His was an audience of One.
Further, it is believed that David, himself, wrote this passage in Psalm 10: “Lord , thou hast heard the desire of the humble: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:” (Psalm 10:17 KJVA.)
There is so much sound around us. It is mentioned hundreds of times in the Holy Bible. But listen closer now. Have we skimmed over the verses that refer to holy sound? Do we believe it is not meant for us, and our third dimensional physical ears to hear? But wait! Is is not written, many times: “He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.” (Gospel of Mark.)
Consider sonic weapons, and the deployment of them today. Here in our own country, it has been reported that sound warfare has been poised for use of crowd control in cities such as New York. It has been identified at Standing Rock and is used in municipalities without our even knowing. American Police and National Guard are authorized to use these resources on fellow Americans. We don’t actually hear it, or do we? These weapons cause illness, neurological problems, and long term disabilities. They are most certainly heard by us yet we are unable to discern the frequencies. Conspiracy theory? That is for another post.
In Deuteronomy, long before the arrival of the heroes of the New Testament, we learn that our bodily organs are special gifts for us to find God. “Yet the Lord hath not given you a heart to perceive, and eyes to see, and ears to hear, unto this day.” (Deuteronomy 29:4 KJVA.) What if our organs (also a name for a complex musical instrument) tones as do the planets? What would that sound like? Our human ears contain drums–could that have us hear the distant drumming of a shaman? Are the frequencies of our body vibrating with sacred melody–a beautiful cacophony of sounds heard only through the clairaudience of prayer? Do you hear what I hear?
As a child, I played classical piano. My parents indulged me in private lessons for many years. They bought me a supply of original music composed by the greatest masters: Beethoven, Brahmns, Chopin, Bach, and Mozart were among my favorites. Using an amazing technical gift, I would turn one page after another, scan the manuscript, and play. It would take years for my tiny hands to be able to span the octaves, but I could read and play. That was my purpose while intimately connected to my piano, a cherished gift from my grandfather. The sounds, the vibrations, the combinations–all were messages to me. Hour after hour, I embarked on a wondrous world of mystery, a voyage into the enlightened mind of the composers, and engaged a methodology for downloading the codes of the heavens into my little form, sitting on a high stool (which I occasionally fell off of) at that enormous piano. This, to me, was holy sound. I knew I had found the secret chord.
Let us speak now of crying out to God, and hearing His call. In my post about becoming and return I wrote of a cycle such as this (see the short musings called (Reflections and revelations–one loss). We call out, and He answers. This is the style of Call and Response, as were the spirituals of the deep south (this is part of Chapter 18 Words, in my first book, Pray Without Ceasing). Now I ask: does He cry out to us, and we respond? What does our call sound like, to God? How does He hear our cry? If we do not receive answers to our prayers, is it because He has not heard us? Is this possible? Or must we learn to hear His response? How can we hear through, or with, the ears of God?
“Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.” (Romans 8:26 KJVA.) Finally, the mystery of scripture once again refers to that which is hidden from us–or is it? Why don’t we know what we ought? Saint Paul spoke of the Spirit making sound and praying for us, since we do not do so correctly. Respectfully, I ask why? Why don’t we know how to pray? What are these groanings? Can we think of this in a different way? Is it possible that the Spirit which makes intercession for us is our own spirit, that part of the holy trinity that is the homo noospericus: the human as vehicle, as the merkaba? Perhaps the intercession is described for those who are asleep, as the New Testament often refers to. But for those who are awakened, they know how to pray, how to groan, and how to utter the things that God wants to hear. Therefore, for those who are awake, they hear the very utterances of God, Himself.
With great love,
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