Dear universe: 34 years ago tonight I asked you for my hearts desire, the mastery of music. I leaned back and said OK universe, I am open like my teachers were always stressing, and this time, December 8, 1980, WHAM! Cool lightning wrapped my head. I am sure I looked like one big those cows caught in an alien ships tractor beam. I felt a steady vibration so powerful and pure, it was like your universal sound of OM. In the lyric book in my mind (all the songs I had ever loved) the chords all wrote themselves over the words where they changed. I went from not knowing to knowing in a minute. I thought of a song. Pieces of Eight by Styx was open on the piano. I threw aside the book and played. Out it poured. Not perfect by any means but recognizable. I thought of another. Hey Jude. Even the proper key came with the structure. I played and sang. When I reached the NA NA NA part I was shouting the little Paul bits. I didnt stop for ten minutes. I was so happy. My hearts desire granted. I thought about all the songs I could play on my sisters guitar. 20 minutes later I was riding home with my friend John, telling him of my good fortune, when the DJ came on crying to say that John Lennon had been murdered an hour before. What the hell happened to me? I think I was accidentally open to you at exactly the right moment. Whatever energy released by the assassins bullet went everywhere all at once and my opened mind received a healthy dose of it. This is the first time I have talked about it in a truly public way. It took some guts to do this. Some people will say I am crazy, I am certain, but this is my truth. It really happened. Those who have known me long will attest to my integrity. There is of course much more story than this. This brief post is just my attempt to let people know that you are powerful and pure, Universe. Thank you for your amazing energy, then and now.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 02:42:35 +0000