Music
All of creation sings one song. One song with one verse - the universe. Every being and every element is assigned one note to sing. The same note reverberating throughout all existence. It is the sound the angels make, exalting before the throne of God.
Free will exists but the only choice one may make is to sing or not sing. To fulfill your purpose or to remain silent. To resist. But even that resistance, that keeping silent, drives the song inexorably forward, adding rhythm, counting out time. It all serves the same purpose, God’s purpose. Those who resist fear God, running from his embrace. Their way back to Eden is barred by the Cherubim with the flaming sword, by Christ on the cross, who opens his arms to welcome you back into the one song, the one verse. The No-King waiting on the edge of Apocalypse where time and silence and rhythm are obliterated by one continous note arising from all Creation.
WOULD it were anything but merely voice!’
The No King cried who after that was King,
Because he had not heard of anything
That balanced with a word is more than noise;
Yet Old Romance being kind, let him prevail
Somewhere or somehow that I have forgot,
Though he’d but cannon - Whereas we that had thought
To have lit upon as clean and sweet a tale
Have been defeated by that pledge you gave
In momentary anger long ago;
And I that have not your faith, how shall I know
That in the blinding light beyond the grave
We’ll find so good a thing as that we have lost?
The hourly kindness, the day’s common speech.
The habitual content of each with each
Men neither soul nor body has been crossed.William Butler Yeats
The purpose of earthly music, then, is to reveal the music underlying everything already. To channel the exaltation of the angels and spirits before God’s throne. To bring forth in Revelation that which is hidden, occult, within each individual - that we may experience together, to share all the same notes and be inspired to lift too our voices and fulfill our purpose, our Apocalypse. One note, altogether now…
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February 13th, 2006 at 1:09 am
How very LaMonte Young.
February 13th, 2006 at 1:17 am
James, keep singing bro, you’re never going to make it to high drone, JK status…
February 13th, 2006 at 1:26 am
Have you read Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman? If not, I think you might like it.
February 13th, 2006 at 3:40 am
Ahh yes, finally an author other than Tom Robbins! Thanks Lisa, I might check that one out. That one actually sounds like a real book, not the watered down type of nonsense that idiots in here like to praise.
February 13th, 2006 at 9:14 am
It’s fucking great to be alive, ladies and gentlemen, and if you do not believe it is fucking great to be alive, you better go now, because this show will bring you down so much - Zappa
One good thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain - Marley
February 13th, 2006 at 10:21 am
American Gods by Neil Gaiman is another one, and sort of a precursor to Anansi Boys, so you might want to read that one as well.
February 13th, 2006 at 10:21 am
er, another *good* one.
February 13th, 2006 at 12:34 pm
Yeah, Neil Gaiman! Praise J.R.! Grrrrr!
Are there other books in the Gaiman vein by other authors you can recommend, Kylark?
February 13th, 2006 at 12:58 pm
Bravo!
Brings to mind the creation myth in Tolkien’s Silmarillion (summary from Wikipedia):
February 13th, 2006 at 3:50 pm
I have to say I really like the idea of the universe as music / song but the idea of Jesus opening his arms to invite you back to the “one true note” sort of bugs me.
Creation maybe was an old blues tune, and the rest was built over top of it. But is the only way back home to play that old blues song again - and only if Jesus is sitting in on jaw harp?
February 13th, 2006 at 7:22 pm
try;
www.tools4change.ca/hypgnosys.mov
this product has never been tested on animals, you are the first…….
February 13th, 2006 at 7:33 pm
God’s Word aka Truth, is the greatest composition of all time.
February 14th, 2006 at 2:12 am
lol, JR is NOT James Ruyssel… But I agree that guy is a loser, wannabee tim boucher type… Some kind of mediocre film critic blogger from australia, and he turned his comments off because he realized that no one ever reads his blogs. That’s funny. I always thought you were james russell.
February 14th, 2006 at 6:25 am
Not a day goes by when I’m not grateful for this fact (and would it pain you that much to spell my name correctly?), believe me. And I turned the comments off because I realised you *were* reading my blog and didn’t feel the same need that Tim apparently does to give you space to vent your sad little self all over the Internet.
For what it’s worth, I actually do like Neil Gaiman as well. And I do have a fairly rotten attitude (you may have noticed). Maybe I should stop now before people confuse me any further with this JR clown…