I wanted to know more about music, its physics, its origins, and its uses. Over several excursions out of the body, both escorted and unescorted, I learned some things about music that I did not imagine could be possible beforehand.
I was escorted to a place where music was being composed and performed in preparation to be manifested on Earth’s physical plane through the minds of some receptive musical composers.
I was amused to hear a modern popular song about the rhythm of life and love of which the words of the original song being played in the astral plane were a little different to the words of the Earthly version which was a popular song. And yet despite the words of the astral original not “getting through” to Earth as accurately as they might have done, the general idea of the message still came through in the song, and in a way it came through as a more potent message than if it had been accurately manifested because the message was still present but was a little subliminal and therefore it bypasses resistance in some people.
I asked to hear some music yet to be released to Earth, and I was shown and heard a most happy and catchy piece of music performed by a colourful band. Colour seemed to come from the music itself. It was a song written for those in mid life and who had been married for many years and its purpose was to assist them in keeping their marriages together and their love alive and healthy. The melody and the words were truly beautiful, heart wrenching, and sunk deeply into me. At the end of the performance I told my escort how beautiful it was and how I will sing it when I get back. He said that cannot be permitted for the song is not due for release on Earth yet and so I cannot be permitted to take back the memory of it with me. The escort then extracted the memory of the song from my mind. I actually felt it being extracted and then it was gone and I could not remember it any more. I was so disappointed, I almost cried. I asked if there was any part of it that I may be permitted to remember. He said, yes you may remember this one line. And then I re-heard and was allowed to remember one line from the song, which went like this, “Speak to me like we are in love”.
I was shown and heard an ancient melody and the “idea” or truth that it carried. I saw and heard that it was so old that it was one of the early melodies to have emerged from the sound of the unfolding cosmos. Its notes and cords like prime numbers, primary colours and primary shapes, pure and simple, yet powerful, and fitted together in the most perfect and natural way. The idea carried by the melody and rhythm is one of the first and greatest ideas concerning man. I saw that the piece of music has existed for as long as the idea of man has existed; that it had manifested on Earth in times past and had manifest again recently. I listened to the words of its most recent manifestation and saw the words matched the idea of the music. And yet despite the words seeming clear, the idea remained abstract and hidden by a careful presentation, yet subliminally the idea is receivable to those able to comprehend and appreciate it.
I was shown the life in ancient Germany of a hermit who lived in a cabin by a crossroad deep within a vast forest. I saw the story of his life; his relationship with the travellers who past by; his great personal, religious and spiritual commitments, his struggles and mistakes; his daring, strength, courage, testings, successes and failings. He fought an immense battle within himself between the extremes of humanness; a battle of a type and with extremes and intensity that had not been fought by any man before. And although he lost, he won an understanding that can only come from defeat. I saw that from his soul and life as he fought his awful struggle, and also from the soul of a woman with whom he became entangled, there emanated an energy which flowed out across the land and went up through the astral planes that surround the Earth, and condensed like clouds and then precipitated down towards the Earthly plane again, and over the centuries manifested through receptive minds in many lands as poems, ballads and stories. And I saw that by some way that I cannot explain, for its workings are beyond my understanding, that his having fought that battle in himself made it easier for others for all time who would come after him to fight the same battle in themselves. And after maybe a thousand years had past I saw a young man not full grown, his body no more than a boy’s, and yet his soul so powerful and knowledgeable of music that he reached up amongst the planes and spheres and caught in full the sound of the life and struggle of the hermit and the woman who lived so long before, and he brought the music of that struggle down to Earth.