Saturday, December 22, 2012

Music

Just sit back. Crank up that stereo. Close your eyes. And listen.

Let those rhythms wash over you. Don't resist, just let yourself get carried away into the fantastical soundscapes they are leading you to. See with your mind's eye the palpitations in the air; the rush and feverish excitement that pervades everything around you; the colours and hues that seem to be intertwined with these tunes themselves. They seem so real don't they, almost as if you can just reach out and grab them with your bare hands; vines twisting and turning; stairways straight to wondrous lands and realms that eist just beyond our minds. The dull drab world that you left behind is but a distant echo, its cares and worries not even wrinkles in the ether. This is it, this is now, this is the magic that fills your being and lifts you beyond yourself.

Don't think. Don't ever think. Just be. Just flow.

This is just what it is. No hidden motivations, no conniving scheming machinations. No need to run, no need to hide, no need to think twice before speaking nor holding your counsel to yourself. No terrors haunting you in the night, no frights stalking you in broad daylight. All that there is is the rush of blood in your head and the pulsing energy in your fingertips. Your body won't stop moving, your feet won't stop tapping and you sure as hell are not thinking of the petty quibbles of everyday life. This is food for the soul, spiritual transcendence, your very own out of body experience. Isn't this what religion is about, this giddiness that you get when you suddenly, abruptly, almost epiphanically realize what made life so beautiful in the first place; that at this very juncture of the physical and the metaphysical lies true untainted bliss!

New track. New sound. Same feeling. Same magic.

The spell will hold. As long you keep your eyes closed it will hold. As long as you remain afloat on the kaleidoscope soundstream that has you in its thrall it will hold. As long as you will it, it will hold. You only have to hit a button and the gossamer tendrils that you have willingly entrapped yourself in will break. Then you will open your eyes, shake your head and go on with your mundane life as if nothing happened. Nothing, except for that one tune that will stay stuck in your head, residual magic that will be your succor till the next time you journey to the soundscapes. You will be a different person then, but the magic will still hold sway. It always does.