The Crystallization of Sound
Melting into The Field of Frequencies
First, some atmospheric sound, mixed with nostalgia, old and new, intertwined…
Second,
Words can be so delicious, take ‘robust’, the way it rolls off the tongue and bursts forward from the lips.
Or ‘ephemeral’, the way it floats on your breath, almost disappearing as soon as it is uttered but not quite, it hangs in the air like condensed matter, a ghostly hologram.
Words are crystalline sound, they shimmer and sparkle, they channel the light of consciousness, showering the mind in prismatic colors.
Possessed with synesthetic quality, I swear I can taste them. A well seared fillet, crispy and charred on the outside, tender and juicy on the in, the soft fibrous tissue exploding with flavor on every bite.
It is good to ponder the nature of words, their digitized mechanics, they resemble the quantum of a photon. They bathe you in an ionic wind. Here comes the Sun…
They can be in two places at once, carrying multiple meanings, even in the same context, now you seem them, now you don’t.
Words are non-local, probabilistic, can be superimposed and naturally entangle. They can reach into the future and the past. The proper utilization on one sound can overturn the entire meaning of all text before it, n’est pas?
In school they taught us.
What is real can only be experienced directly, all else is an illusion.
For all their power, words can’t touch reality directly.
Words are a Hallucination.
“Sticks and Stones may hurt my bones but words will never hurt me.”
- Epitaph on an Unwary Grave and Playground Song
A word of warning:
Words also have a dual nature like our quantum particle above.
The enormously important point being that as words resound in your own head, they are both real and illusory.
The Christians are right on this point and that instinct is reflected in the idea of the logos.
“In the beginning was the word…”
The Hindus understand this power in their Mantras. The primal one being “Om”.
Neither understand each other, both are ridiculed by the technologically advanced cyborgs.
However, the power of words is acutely understood when your sweetheart says, “I don’t love you anymore…”, or when a judge, who wields the organs of the State’s mighty fist, says, “20 years, hard time”, for the crime of using the wrong pronouns. Velvet coated, toughened steel, wrapped in the lattice of equity.
There is truth to the idea that all matter is a type of words and vice versa, because if nature is a field of frequencies then every subatomic particle can be represented as a standing wave, a ripple in the vast ocean that is our Universe.
Matter is the words spoken by God,
waves in the primal language and
the “stuff” of everything,
The Crystallization of Sound.
Your soul is the receptacle.
The ears of creation.
Your heart, the drumbeat of love.
Magnanimous in Emanation.
Words at their finest. Grade 8 Cheddar, straight from the eponymous gorge, matured in the Cellars of Vikid.
Meditate upon the words and then let them go. Drink them to inebriation, suck on each delectable morsel.
Scripture is your food and your medication.
Then let it go and melt into the universal ocean of Lost Frequencies...
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah.
Peace, Peace, Holy Peace.
Shanti, Shanti, Shanti Om.
Aloha, Salam and Namaste.
And that’s,