Must Be the Music
Each time I hear a song I can see the vocalist singing it. I don’t think that’s out of the ordinary. Not for me anyway. It’s a reflex of the mind and makes perfectly good sense to me. An instant being in the moment I’ve experienced since I was a child. However, over the years the experience has become much more vivid. More real. As if I’m the observer watching it for the first time while being a participant every time. It never gets old because the experience is renewed as if it never happened previously each time. It’s like looking into a window of a moment in time and reliving it in real-time. I wish I had a better explanation. I just recognize it in a different light now.
Sometimes it can catch me off guard and it feels too real. These scenarios are completely involuntary. They just happen like turning on a light. Instant transition into another state of existence. A higher vibration and greater connection to the music and the creator all at once. If being in the moment had a sound music is the ideal backing to that experience. As a child I can remember asking myself how this could happen. What makes this possible? I had no answer but I always was curious. I always wondered what exactly this experience was.
The closer I became to being awakened I began to understand how this could be possible. Not just for me but for others. It was about the connection and the love more than even the music itself. An involuntary immersion into the experience I love the most, music. So much so that I too become the moment. Everything experienced at once as so many speak of. I just did not have the knowledge nor understanding of the spirit to know what I was a part of as a child. Armed with this knowledge it makes the experience even more joyful. There is more happy to be had and I get to benefit from it.
Isn’t that the point? Isn’t happiness the ultimate objective and a byproduct of love? The catalyst for all things good. If so, then my intuition serves me correctly and my initial thoughts looking through an adults eyes are accurate. Fifty years after noticing this small life long phenomenon I’ve experienced and finally I can tell myself it’s okay. God gave me many gifts. Some of them are pretty cool.
Everything ripples.
