Life in the Elevators
By D. DeWitt Johnston
Book 1, Chapter 28

"True conception, knowing why brings even more than meets the eye, so slip inside this house as you pass by." Song and dance, smoke and mirrors, razmataz, and hoo-rah for Hollywood is my mantra. No matter how much I learn, there is still more said past talking and heard past listening. There is always more past the singularity where everything becomes infinite. Good night innocent children no matter where you might be. Sleep well. Born alone. Die alone. See past watching. Know past thinking. Discover your peace of mind and your un-named purpose. Formulate pictures and postulate notions of what might be your destiny. Find a new paradigm. Follow the no-thing which is to become reality and do by being. Ignore shortsighted limitations. Become enlightened and discover the truth. Find the balance between meaning and purpose. Become cosmic dust.

Dust, from your skin
Must, trust when it scatters
Only love matters, it's been overjoyed

Scents and perfumes
Whence, since your higher fragrance
Is memory's incense and never destroyed.
Our chances reawaken when beginning meets the end
As I love you now it's safe to say
There's no hang-up in our way
As I love you.

Snatches of melody drift into intermittant waves of sound that escape through the cracks in the rock walls of the pioneer's cabin where we practise. Roky continues to play the harmonic overtones and magic feedback sounding much like the Greek chorus of ancient times. Melodies blending through the thresholds of inspiration that feed each note make me feel like Odysseus lashed to the masthead and caught between the rocks in the strait hearing the beckonings of the Siren. The music from Roky's guitar cause both feelings of fear and elation. I wanted to escape yet I wanted to hear more. It was like some sort of hypnotic dream where I was caught in a sonic trance slowly going mad. I wanted to escape but to what and to where... and why?

Artistic conceptualization is organic. It suspends preconcieved notions and surrenders to not knowing. The moment when I accept the intrusion of inspired expression, duality ceases. I not only hear the music but I experience it. I am drawn into the magnetic vibration of the music of the spheres. There is no pain, only awe. I feel the sensations of ego and aggression suspended and replaced by the exquisite feeling of the natural balance. The movement of the positive and negative vibrations flowing through me like the breath of life inside the vortex of spiraling human emotion. I can see and be and feel and know life force energy moved by the music and syncronized with my biorhythms. The sunlight sparkles through the windblown mesquite bushes and the brances of the wateroak along the bank of the crystal clear stream behind the hunting cabin.

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