To: K-list
Recieved: 2001/08/13 12:06
Subject: Re: [K-list] Music polls combined
From: Mystress Angelique Serpent
On 2001/08/13 12:06, Mystress Angelique Serpent posted thus to the K-list:
At 12:54 PM 8/8/01, druoutATnospamaol.com wrote:
>Poll question:
>
>Please describe any metaphysical experiences you have had concerning music.
>
>Thanks everyone!
Taking some time out from learning to use word for windows! Thinking
of heading off to the beach, but first... some stray reminiscences.
Depressed one day more than 10 years ago, Peter Gabriel's "Solisbury
Hill" came on the radio.. blew me wide open and helped me make a decision I
hadn't known I needed to make.
Story of most Kundalites, actually..:) so here's the lyrics:
Solsbury Hill
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
[I] just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
"Son," he said "Grab your things,
I've come to take you home."
To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Tho' my life was in a rut
"Till I thought of what I'd say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" he said "Grab your things
I've come to take you home."
<Back home.>
When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No on taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" I said "You can keep my things,
they've come to take me home.">
What else?
Preparing to send a splinter ego into the light, August 1998 was an
emotional rollercoaster as the adult part of me blissed out in a romance
with death, being guided stop by step to manifest an ego death ritual.. and
the very resistant child splinter played the "Terms of endearment" doomed
drama queen. Worn out, I asked for mercy and did a shower tantra ritual.
Midway through the ritual I got "Don't fear the Reaper" blasting through my
head ecstatic!
For the next few weeks Death/my Divine Beloved serenaded me with it,
everytime I needed comfort is blasted me into ecstacy. It showed up in my
head, often and seemed to be playing on the radio, everywhere I went!
Hades was seducing me into ego death.
"Seasons don't fear the reaper,
nor do the wind the sun and the rain..
We can be like they are,
come on Mary,
Don't fear the Reaper,
baby take my hand..
Don't fear the Reaper,
we'll be able to Fly,
don't fear the reaper,
Baby I'm your Maaaaan...
La lalalala !!
Romeo and Juliet are together in eternity..
we can be like they are..
Came her last night of sadness,
when it was clear she couldn't go on.
She went to him, and they started to fly..
they looked backwards and said she died,
She had taken his hand..
she had become like they Are,
come on Mary, don't fear the Reaper.."
The song had haunted me since I was a teenager, a joyous seductive pean
to the Mercy of Death.. I have never been suicidal, but I always was a
sucker for a good bass line.. it came to me as to ease the pain of my dying
ego like a seductive lullaby, bliss.. so I gladly followed where Love led
me. Died, and went into the light.. now Goddess lives here. My Ego is a
structure for manifesting Goddess in physical linearity. Wheeeeeee!!
Reading Lawrence Gardener on the weekend, seems "Mary" is an ancient
title for a Priestess.. :)
Other times.. other songs so evocative, coming like a gift of insight to
pave the way to a shift of consciousness. Too many to remember them all..
they still come, the Beloved's serenades, singing a song or a fragment of
song to me to communicate a message, words and emotions as only music can be.
Recently, guiding someone who had a dream of the Divine Beloved,
interpreting.. into my head came one stanza of a Gordon Lightfoot song, "If
you could read my mind, love".. so appropriate to the relationship of the
DB, before its existence is embraced:
"If you could read my mind, Love
what a tale my thoughts would tell
just like an old time movie
bout a ghost from a wishing well
in a castle dark, or a fortress strong,
with chains upon my feet..
you know that ghost is me.
I wont ever be set free,
as long as I'm a ghost, that you can't see.."
The song I always think of, for this list is Kate Bush, "deeper
understanding".. "I turn to my computer, like a friend.."
A great metaphor for K., is another Kate Bush song, "the Red Shoes":
"With no words, with no song, you can dance the dream, with your body on.
And this curve, is your smile....
And this cross, is your heart.
And this line, is your path.
Oh it's gonna be the way you always thought it would be,
but it's gonna be no illusion.
Oh, it's gonna be the way you always dreamt about it,
but it's gonna be really happenin to ya..(REALLY happen'in to YAAAA!)">
On the same album she does a music version of the "Lesser Banishing
Ritual", even more magical in the video of the song in her video-movie, The
Line, the Cross and the Curve: Young woman wishes to be a dancer, gets
cursed with the Red Shoes and takes a walk through Hades.
The body-mind loves music. I dreamt of a delft-blue speckled horse, that
was asking for music, the radio in a Rain-man like mumbly horse-voice..
metaphor for the body.
There was a thread about a year ago, on what music is especially
K-fired.. the results became an addition to the K-list cybrary.. David
Bowie, Kate Bush and Hildegaard von Bingen are among my favorites.
Blessings..
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