GAIA: The Sacred Secret Of SOUND

[Sunfang]

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[Robo]

Thanks for an interesting video.

From 17''00", the presenter says:

Sound is the literally the key of life. It's the key to opening the door to higher realities... it's the key to opening doors within ourselves.

So, intimately, we know that the way through the matrix is to raise our vibration.

This is a wonderful thing to know and I've been working on this for a long time. I believe Richard Wagner wrote a score that may one day potentially lead the person that Christ prophesied would come, out of the matrix. It's a lot to take in, I know. I've been exploring this potential reality for a long time. It's not easy explaining something that's beyond words to describe with words, but I do believe it's possible to describe what's around the ring of this reality with words. I hope to expand up this idea in the thread about Richard Wagner and have just submitted this post, which also talks about how Parsifal raises his vibration to exit the matrix. It's only a very simple introduction to the subject but there's more to come:

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In his talk, "DNA Pirates of the Sacred Spiral ", Dr Len Horowitz says that DNA is composed by a master composer:

In a nutshell, you are a holy child of the creator, a spiritual being and an electro-magnetic, bio-acoustic creation, long before you are a physical manifestation.

In essence, you're a physical manifestation... this reality that we call earth, hardness, physical matter, such as an organism, such as yourselves... you are a precipitation of a holy symphony... ... of the universal orchestra, which is singing love songs to every species, simultaneously.

Now, you and I think of ourselves as powerful co-creators - and indeed we are... we're Holy children, the Creator... yet, if you simply recognise that of all the things you've created in your life, how humbling it is to recognise that all at once, simultaneously, your DNA, having been created by this Master Composer, Master Conductor, is literally like every other species that has its own unique DNA sequence, acting as it does as an antennae in the reception of a transmission of the electro-magnetic frequencies and bio-acoustics of the love-song harmonies from the heavenly throne, which literally precipitates you in this physical space, which is largely a facade when you think about the quantum science and the whole understanding of quantum physics that ultimately - it is incredible that there is a master intelligence that is an incredible musician that is literally vibing you and harmonising you and uplifting your every single atom and molecule through a genetic sacred spiral, to literally precipitate your essence.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yz_lxkURDY

The subject of singing, and the potential for singing to create universes, also fascinated C.S. Lewis. Here's a beautiful quote from C.S. Lewis's first book of the seven Narnia stories, "The Magician's Nephew", where Aslan (Christ), sings the universe, and then the land of Narnia into existence:

CHAPTER EIGHT

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In the darkness something was happening at last. A voice had begun to sing. It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction it was coming. Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. There was hardly even a tune. But it was, beyond comparison, the most beautiful noise he had ever heard. It was so beautiful he could hardly bear it. The horse seemed to like it too; he gave the sort of whinney a horse would give if, after years of being a cab-horse, it found itself back in the old field where it had played as a foal, and saw someone whom it remembered and loved coming across the field to bring it a lump of sugar.

"Gawd!" said the Cabby. "Ain't it lovely?"

Then two wonders happened at the same moment. One was that the voice was suddenly joined by other voices; more voices than you could possibly count. They were in harmony with it, but far higher up the scale: cold, tingling, silvery voices. The second wonder was that the blackness overhead, all at once, was blazing with stars. They didn't come out gently one by one, as they do on a summer evening. One moment there had been nothing but darkness; next moment a thousand, thousand points of light leaped out - single stars, constellations, and planets, brighter and bigger than any in our world. There were no clouds. The new stars and the new voices began at exactly the same time. If you had seen and heard it, as Digory did, you would have felt quite certain that it was the stars themselves which were singing, and that it was the First Voice, the deep one, which had made them appear and made them sing.

"Glory be!" said the Cabby. "I'd ha' been a better man all my life if I'd known there were things like this."

The Voice on the earth was now louder and more triumphant; but the voices in the sky, after singing loudly with it for a time, began to get fainter. And now something else was happening.

Far away, and down near the horizon, the sky began to turn grey. A light wind, very fresh, began to stir. The sky, in that one place, grew slowly and steadily paler. You could see shapes of hills standing up dark against it. All the time the Voice went on singing.

There was soon light enough for them to see one another's faces. The Cabby and the two children had open mouths and shining eyes; they were drinking in the sound, and they looked as if it reminded them of something. Uncle Andrew's mouth was open too, but not open with joy. He looked more as if his chin had simply dropped away from the rest of his face. His shoulders were stopped and his knees shook. He was not liking the Voice. If he could have got away from it by creeping into a rat's hole, he would have done so. But the Witch looked as if, in a way, she understood the music better than any of them. Her mouth was shut, her lips were pressed together, and her fists were clenched. Ever since the song began she had felt that this whole world was filled with a Magic different from hers and stronger. She hated it. She would have smashed that whole world, or all worlds, to pieces, if it would only stop the singing. The horse stood with its ears well forward, and twitching. Every now and then it snorted and stamped the ground. It no longer looked like a tired old cab-horse; you could now well believe that its father had been in battles.

The eastern sky changed from white to pink and from pink to gold. The Voice rose and rose, till all the air was shaking with it. And just as it swelled to the mightiest and most glorious sound it had yet produced, the sun arose.

Digory had never seen such a sun. The sun above the ruins of Charn had looked older than ours: this looked younger. You could imagine that it laughed for joy as it came up. And as its beams shot across the land the travellers could see for the first time what sort of place they were in. It was a valley through which a broad, swift river wound its way, flowing eastward towards the sun. Southward there were mountains, northward there were lower hills. But it was a valley of mere earth, rock and water; there was not a tree, not a bush, not a blade of grass to be seen. The earth was of many colours: they were fresh, hot and vivid. They made you feel excited; until you saw the Singer himself, and then you forgot everything else.

It was a Lion. Huge, shaggy, and bright, it stood facing the risen sun. Its mouth was wide open in song and it was about three hundred yards away.

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CHAPTER NINE - THE FOUNDING OF NARNIA

THE Lion was pacing to and fro about that empty land and singing his new song. It was softer and more lilting than the song by which he had called up the stars and the sun; a gentle, rippling music. And as he walked and sang the valley grew green with grass. It spread out from the Lion like a pool. It ran up the sides of the little hills like a wave. In a few minutes it was creeping up the lower slopes of the distant mountains, making that young world every moment softer. The light wind could now be heard ruffling the grass. Soon there were other things besides grass. The higher slopes grew dark with heather. Patches of rougher and more bristling green appeared in the valley. Digory did not know what they were until one began coming up quite close to him. It was a little, spiky thing that threw out dozens of arms and covered these arms with green and grew larger at the rate of about an inch every two seconds. There were dozens of these things all round him now. When they were nearly as tall as himself he saw what they were. "Trees!" he exclaimed.

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There was certainly plenty to watch and to listen to. The tree which Digory had noticed was now a full-grown beech whose branches swayed gently above his head. They stood on cool, green grass, sprinkled with daisies and buttercups. A little way off, along the river bank, willows were growing. On the other side tangles of flowering currant, lilac, wild rose, and rhododendron closed them in. The horse was tearing up delicious mouthfuls of new grass.

All this time the Lion's song, and his stately prowl, to and fro, backwards and forwards, was going on. What was rather alarming was that at each turn he came a little nearer. Polly was finding the song more and more interesting because she thought she was beginning to see the connection between the music and the things that were happening. When a line of dark firs sprang up on a ridge about a hundred yards away she felt that they were connected with a series of deep, prolonged notes which the Lion had sung a second before. And when he burst into a rapid series of lighter notes she was not surprised to see primroses suddenly appearing in every direction. Thus, with an unspeakable thrill, she felt quite certain that all the things were coming (as she said) "out of the Lion's head". When you listened to his song you heard the things he was making up: when you looked round you, you saw them. This was so exciting that she had no time to be afraid.