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Using Music as an Energy Focus

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When she and I first started taking our daily walks, we didn’t have any kind of iPod or anything like that. It was in silence, and she and I would talk. Then, when she got one as a gift, we loaded it up with good high energy songs that would help drive the pace of the walks so that it became more of a workout.

As time went on, I started using the walks to do some of my work. It’s good alone time, even walking through town, because the few people around don’t know it’s me, and most of the walk is done on private hiking trails in the woods.

Because I’m working to affect her physical opportunities and nudging fate, which is much more ephemeral, fronting in her to push energy and probability is an excellent blend. I bring my energy through her to then go back out and warp the ethereal into what benefits her most. More details about how this works will be in my next post, but I needed to explain that to get to the heart of this post’s topic: Music.

I started noticing that some of these high energy songs had certain moments in them that had higher energy than other moments, or a moment of silence that then suddenly opened back up into a blast of sound. I first noticed this on the song “Paradise” by Coldplay. It starts off big, then goes quiet, then twice more the music suddenly booms into this full-on orchestral choir sound that’s like getting plugged into an outlet.

As soon as I knew the song well enough, I started playing with withholding energy and letting it build up until those music cues hit, then would use the sound to strengthen the blast of light that I was directing toward whatever the current purpose was. It could be feeding the threads, pushing a probability how I want, doing an opening on someone, connecting people together, whatever.

Every time we found a song like that, that I could get a burst out of, we’d get it and put it on the iPod, and I’d use it in my work in that way. There aren’t many that have that effect really distinctly, but a few of my “go to” songs for this (in addition to “Paradise”) are “Hello Seattle (Remix)” and “Fireflies” by Owl City, “Euphoria” by Loreen, “The Game Has Changed” and “Derezzed” by Daft Punk off the Tron soundtrack, “Plugged In” and “Can You Hear Me” by Evermore, “Erosion” by IQ, “Exogenesis Symphony Part 1” by Muse, “Edge of the In-Between” by Spock’s Beard, and “We Are” by Team Illuminati. There are lots of others, of course, but those are some of the better ones we’ve found.

Any music, or even sounds, that help you know when to key a push of energy will work. I’ve found music to be especially effective because it’s immersive, and unlike a single tone or sound, you can build up the energy you want to use and have it ready so that when the hit comes as expected, you can use that to push the wave out.

Try it and see. Start with one of those songs I listed to check out what I mean, then experiment with others that have the same effect. You can actually use any music in the same way, riding the flow of a song to find peaks to work with, or even ambient sounds with enough push to them, like machinery, traffic, a noisy restaurant, and so on. Experiment and see what happens.

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Can You Hear Me?

Headphones required. Seriously. Great speakers or headphones, turned up loud, or nothing:

A Magnetic Healing Chorale

opera house with rainbow lights

From Through the Mists—or Leaves from the Autobiography of a Soul in Paradise by Robert James Lees, originally published in 1898:

“Imagine an amphitheatre of enormous proportions, flanked with spacious piazzas with Corinthian columns of pink alabaster, supporting the domed roof, their plinths engraved and panelled with exquisite bas-reliefs such as the Grecians loved; and the galleries groups of statuary in the contemplation of which ‘convalescents’ might learn the progressive lesson of Life. The atmosphere is self-illuminated and the walls built of ‘stone’ of a delicate variable shade of green. Flowers carpet the floor of the spacious arena which contain a number of lounges composed of aromatic mosses, soft as air, each one designed to produce its own peculiar effect magnetically, for magnetism is the strength and nourishment of the spiritual bodies.

“Those of all ages and nations upon earth composed the multitudinous throng, all united in the bond of brotherhood and this unity of thought resolved into an impromptu symphony which introduced the great chorale. Scarcely had the symphony terminated before the key-note sounded for the chorale. Then seven bars of silence intervened.

“The Adept raised his hand as if to call his audience to attention—for an instant it remained poised, while a luminous pale sea-green cloud enveloped it—then with a majestic sweep he struck a circle, throwing the halo into the air above him. A pause and another sweep repeated again and again, each motion adding another circle to expand and follow its predecessor. Only a pulse-throb marked the interval between each beat, but that was long enough to change the colour, as he desired to change the note to form an invitation call. This had hardly died away before a jubilant response was floating in the air. It was a martial strain… which grew in strength and confidence of their cause. The gentle crescendo swelled in force and volume as each succeeding wave of magnetism rolled into the expanse above; their form was no longer a circle, curve and flash, as in the opening chorus, but, following the example of the Adept, each contribution came in vapouring streams to form the novel harmonies of the theme.

“Waves of primrose and blue met and kissed each other into a life-chord for which they had been born, then blended in their next development to form a glory-green of hope; clouds of crimson strength from the men took to their embraces the white purity of the children’s love and nursed them into tones of sympathy; then each one yielding to the other, united in the pink of charity. Rose and mauve, green and gold, blue and orange washed over each other, embraced and eddied around, as each produced the note desired; and having achieved the first purpose of their existence, they added to their music the perfume of duty faithfully fulfilled, until the air was weighted with fragrant-sounds, changing in volume and in kind with every chord and combination.

“At length the Hall itself was full, perfume and crushing colour, and colour crowding sound, but that grand march of Life seemed only half-complete. Again the Adept raised and swept his hand, this time throwing into transparent clouds variegated sparks bright with electric life, like jewels flashing in the sun. An instant’s pause during which the magnetism of the host changed the form of its appearance, then perfume, sound and colour were supplemented with a myriad gems, giving still greater beauty to the unearthly scene. At length, from the head of the Adept, a rainbow signal flashed, and the strains of music gradually died away, but fragrance, light and colour still remained. While this was proceeding, patients were brought in, and very tenderly was the service rendered, for there was care in the assignation and arrangement of each couch upon which they were laid, as if they had been the subjects of excruciating pain, rather than lying in a state of unconsciousness (people asleep on the earth-plane during the night period of unconsciousness).

“At this time the Hall was like a magic sea of variegated and incomparable colours; a sea in which a mighty host lay engulfed, overwhelmed with joy and content. Its waters were allowed to rest so that they might bathe the sleepers with life’s fullness, and re-ingraft the existence which seemed to flicker in its disasters and catastrophes through which their past had led them. The practised eye of the Adept attentively watched the progress of each patient, as the energising powers around them were absorbed and assimilated, until returning strength began to show itself and the inoculation had produced its needed change.”

Music Angels as the Voice of God

“If,” says Geoffrey Hodson, “you would appeal to the gods of Music, you must rise to those levels of the Self where creative energy, creative power, is stored; for the Angels of Music are but the embodiments of the creative Word of God, the expressions of His Voice. When He speaks, a mighty burst of Son springs from their hearts and pours its resonance throughout the graded order of their race.

“Their song goes forth like a mighty tidal wave, wave upon wave of glory as order after order answers to the Word. Glowing with the colour of their song, they live in worlds of Light and Sound, they are the expression of cosmic hues and tones within the limits of their universe.

“The Mission of the Music angels is to bear this radiance of a million prisms, this surging of a million planets, downwards to the ears of men, outwards into material worlds, that even tree and plant and mole beneath the earth may hear the Voice of God, and hearing it obey. In the kingdom of Man the splendours of that rainbow-hued world pass downwards to the lesser self, and there hover, that the lower self may eventually hear, and thus establish that Harmony within which is Health.”

Right Here, Right Now

A woman on the radio talked about revolution
When it’s already passed her by
Bob Dylan didn’t have this to sing about you
You know it feels good to be alive

I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this
Right here, right now
There is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
Watching the world wake up from history

I saw the decade in, when it seemed
The world could change at the blink of an eye
And if anything
Then there’s your sign… of the times

I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this
Right here, right now

I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this
Right here, right now
There is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
Watching the world wake up from history

Right here, right now
There is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
Watching the world wake up from history

Right here, right now
There is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
Watching the world wake up…

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