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integralyogin DNB ~

  I could easily make a absolute or relative pitch game
  learn how to read sheet music
  learn how to find a note by ear
  where each key is without looking

  closed - G# - A5 --- 420HRZ
  1 open - B5 --- 480HRZ
  2 open - C5 --- 530 HRZ
  3 open - D5 --- 570 HRZ
  4 open - D#5 --- 610 HRZ
  5 open - E5 --- 660
  6 open - F5 --- 690 HRZ
  7 open - F5 --- 710
  8 open - G5 --- 760

  LUX AETERNA (Requiem For A Dream) | Easy PIANO Tutorial --
  Edvard Grieg - In The Hall Of The Mountain King - EASY Piano Tutorial by PlutaX ---
  Made In Abyss OST - Hanezeve Caradhina (Piano Tutorial) --
  "Stones" (from the game Ultima) Tutorial for Piano ---

--- carole and tuesday - loneliest girl
gourmet race
westworld theme
Star Trek TNG

--- song of storms
  D F D1
  D F D1
  E1 F1 E1 F1 E1 C1 A
  A F D G A
  A D F G E
  D F D1
  D F D1
  E1 F1 E1 F1 E1 C1 A
  A D F G A
  A D
--- zelda II - palace / temple theme
  G  D G x5
  Bb_ F Bb
--- naruto - sadness and sorrow
  E B G Fb D
  E B G Fb D
  E G   Fb E B E G
  C E G C E C E A E
  D A D G Fb   G Fb G A D
  B D G B D A Fb   B A
  E G   Fb E B E G
  C E G C E C E A E
  D A G A Fb   G Fb G A D
  E B G Fb D  E*1.5
  E B G Fb D  E Fb G
--- naruto shippuden - loneliness
  D_F_A F G
  F_A_D A F
  G_Bb_D Bb E
  D_F_A A
  C_E_A A G
  C_E_A E
  Bb_F_Bb E F
  F_Bb_D D
  D (unreachable.. two over?)
--- just t4 / tremolo strings p44
  pizicato strings p45
  Fifth Ld p86
--- Violin_LDK
Violins Pizzicato p17
Martelato vib p12

--- Complifont_13082016
  Tubular Bells GM p14
  Diato-j2 Dupil p23 (song of storms)
  Koto p107 (japanese stringed)
--- Mellotron
  MKII 3 Violins p8

see also ::: instrument device setup, songs, rap

word class:adjective
word class:adverb

Growth is hard, regression is easy ~ Ken Wilber, One Taste, p.5

To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
   ~ Rabindranath Tagore

When the path is known it is easy to tread upon it.
   ~ The Mother, Words Of The Mother - II, The Path of Yoga, The Path

But for one who has faith in the Divine Grace, the return to the Light becomes easy.
   ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1953, [T7]

Go on practicing. Your concentration will be as easy as breathing. That will be the crown of your achievements.
   ~ Sri Ramana Maharshi, [T5]

Easy is the decent to the Lower World; but, to retrace your steps and to escape to the uppear air-this is the task, this is the toil.
   ~ Virgil

And if there were a God, I think it very unlikely that He would have such an uneasy vanity as to be offended by those who doubt His existence
   ~ Bertrand Russell

[Doubt] delivers us from all sorts of prejudices and makes available to us an easy method of accustoming our minds to become independent of the senses.
   ~ Rene Descartes, 1950, p. 21

The path is long, but self-surrender makes it short; the way is difficult, but perfect trust makes it easy.
   ~ The Mother, Words Of The Mother - II, Surrender to the Divine Will, Surrender

You have put so much energy into building a prison for yourself. Spend as much on demolishing it. In fact, demolition is easy, for the false dissolves when it is discovered.
   ~ Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

It is not easy to confer upon the young a strength or vision which we do not possess, but sometime, these young people will be the leaders and supporters of world affairs. ~ Manly P Hall, (PRS Journal Autumn 1961, p.11)

It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after your own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude. ~ Bertrand Russell

The method of gathering of the mind is not an easy one. It is better to watch and separate oneself from the thoughts till one becomes aware of a quiet space within into which they come from outside. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters On Yoga - II,

Breath and mind arise from the same place and when one of them is controlled, the other is also controlled.

Watching the breath is also one form of pranayama. Merely watching the breath is easy and involves no risk. ~ Sri Ramana Maharshi

It is not at first easy to remember the presence in work; but if one revives the sense of the presence immediately after the work is over it is all right. In time the sense of the presence will become automatic even in work. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters On Yoga - II

It is not at first easy to remember the presence in work; but if one revives the sense of the presence immediately after the work is over it is all right. In time the sense of the presence will become automatic even in work. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters On Yoga - II

Every maker of video games knows something that the makers of curriculum don't seem to understand. You'll never see a video game being advertised as being easy. Kids who do not like school will tell you it's not because it's too hard. It's because it's--boring ~ Seymour Papert

The moment you feel unhappy, you may write beneath it: I am not sincere! These two sentences go together: I FEEL UNHAPPY. I AM NOT SINCERE. Now, what is it that is wrong? Then one begins to take a look, it is easy to find out...
   ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1954, [T2]

As for the attacks, it is a long-standing affair and it may not be easy to make them stop at once-but one day they will have to cease. And meanwhile they can be made shorter and less acute, by keeping faith in my promise and calling for my help that is always available.
   ~ The Mother

Nothing is more difficult to conquer in all the world than intellectual pride. If battleships could be lined with it instead of armour, no shell could ever pierce it. This is easy to understand, for if a man thinks he knows it all, there is nothing left for him to know, not even what God might tell him. ~ Venerable Fulton Sheen

But, nevertheless, if there is even the slightest recognition, liberation is easy. Should you ask why this is so-it is because once the awesome, terrifying and fearful appearances arise, the awareness does not have the luxury of distraction. The awareness is one-pointedly concentrated.
   ~ Karma-glin-pa, The Tibetan Book of the Dead

Sin makes a man unhappy and makes him feel inferior. Being unhappy, he is likely to make claims upon other people which are excessive and which prevent him from enjoying happiness in personal relations. Feeling inferior, he will have a grudge against those who seem superior. He will find admiration difficult and envy easy. ~ Bertrand Russell

If a book is easy and fits nicely into all your language conventions and thought forms, then you probably will not grow much from reading it. It may be entertaining, but not enlarging to your understanding. It's the hard books that count. Raking is easy, but all you get is leaves; digging is hard, but you might find diamonds. ~ Mortimer J Adler

A certain amount of purification is necessary before there can be any realisation of the Divine and that is what has been going on in you. It is after all not a very long time since the real purification began and it is never an easy work. So the impatience may be natural, but it is not exactly reasonable.
~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters On Yoga - II, Purity

If concentration is made with the brain, sensations of heat and even headache ensue.
Concentration has to be made in the heart, which is cool and refreshing.
Relax and your meditation will be easy.
Keep your mind steady by gently warding off all intruding thoughts, but without strain - soon you will succeed.
~ Sri Ramana Maharshi, Guru Ramana II. XI

Why do men cling to a religion?

   Religions are based on creeds which are spiritual experiences brought down to a level where they become more easy to grasp, but at the cost of their integral purity and truth. The time of religions is over. We have entered the age of universal spirituality, of spiritual experience in its initial purity.
   ~ The Mother, Words Of The Mother - III

He points out that one of the really tough things is figuring out what questions to ask, Musk said. Once you figure out the question, then the answer is relatively easy. I came to the conclusion that really we should aspire to increase the scope and scale of human consciousness in order to better understand what questions to ask. The teenage Musk then arrived at his ultralogical mission statement. The only thing that makes sense to do is strive for greater collective enlightenment
   ~ ?

There can be no firm foundation in sadhana without equality, samata. Whatever the unpleasantness of circumstances, however disagreeable the conduct of others, you must learn to receive them with a perfect calm and without any disturbing reaction. These things are the test of equality. It is easy to be calm and equal when things go well and people and circumstances are pleasant; it is when they are the opposite that the completeness of the calm, peace, equality can be tested, reinforced, made perfect.
   ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters On Yoga - II,

In Japanese language, kata (though written as ) is a frequently-used suffix meaning way of doing, with emphasis on the form and order of the process. Other meanings are training method and formal exercise. The goal of a painter's practicing, for example, is to merge his consciousness with his brush; the potter's with his clay; the garden designer's with the materials of the garden. Once such mastery is achieved, the theory goes, the doing of a thing perfectly is as easy as thinking it
   ~ Boye De Mente, Japan's Secret Weapon - The Kata Factor

When we look at existence in itself, Time and Space disappear. If there is any extension, it is not a spatial but a psychological extension; if there is any duration, it is not a temporal but a psychological duration; and it is then easy to see that this extension and duration are only symbols which represent to the mind something not translatable into intellectual terms, an eternity which seems to us the same all-containing ever-new moment, an infinity which seems to us the same all-containing all-pervading point without magnitude. ~ Sri Aurobindo, TLD 1.09-06

I feel all kinds of....

   Yes, yes, of course, it's inevitable. But you must call in tranquillity, that's the only thing.... It keeps coming and coming from all sides; but when you feel things going badly, when you're uneasy or thoroughly upset, you must remember to call in tranquillity.

   But it's about you, directed against you, all sorts of suggestions that make me....

   That want to cut you off from me. Yes, I know perfectly well. It's like that for everybody, not just for you. We must keep going right to the end, that's all - there's nothing else to do. January 31, 1961
   ~ The Mother, Agenda Vol 4, Satprem, 32

Sweet Mother,
   It is much easier for me to approach You than to approach Sri Aurobindo. Why? You are all that Sri Aurobindo is for us, as well as a divine and loving Mother. So is it necessary to try to establish the same relation with him?
   You yourself have answered your own question. I am for you a mother who is very close to you, who loves and understands you; that is why it is easy for you to approach me with a loving confidence, without fear and without hesitation. Sri Aurobindo is always there to help you and guide you; but it is natural that you should approach Him with the reverence due to the Master of Yoga. 3 July 1960
   ~ The Mother, Some Answers From The Mother, 243

But while it is difficult for man to believe in something unseen within himself, it is easy for him to believe in something which he can image as extraneous to himself. The spiritual progress of most human beings demands an extraneous support, an object of faith outside us. It needs an external image of God; or it needs a human representative, - Incarnation, Prophet or Guru; or it demands both and receives them. For according to the need of the human soul the Divine manifests himself as deity, as human divine or in simple humanity - using that thick disguise, which so successfully conceals the Godhead, for a means of transmission of his guidance. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga

Now as always-humility and terror. Fear that the working of my pen cannot capture the grinding of my brain. It is so easy to understand why the ancients prayed for the help of a Muse. And the Muse came and stood beside them, and we, heaven help us, do not believe in Muses. We have nothing to fall back on but our craftsmanship and it, as modern literature attests, is inadequate. May I be honest; may I be decent; may I be unaffected by the technique of hucksters. If invocation is required, let this be my invocation-may I be strong and yet gentle, tender and yet wise, wise and yet tolerant. May I for a little while, only for a little while, see with the inflamed eyes of a God. ~ John Steinbeck

[Computer science] is not really about computers -- and it's not about computers in the same sense that physics is not really about particle accelerators, and biology is not about microscopes and Petri dishes...and geometry isn't really about using surveying instruments. Now the reason that we think computer science is about computers is pretty much the same reason that the Egyptians thought geometry was about surveying instruments: when some field is just getting started and you don't really understand it very well, it's very easy to confuse the essence of what you're doing with the tools that you use. ~ Harold Abelson, Introductory lecture to Structure and Interpretation of Computer Programs

... and you, Marcus, you have given me many things; now I shall give you this good advice. Be many people. Give up the game of being always Marcus Cocoza. You have worried too much about Marcus Cocoza, so that you have been really his slave and prisoner. You have not done anything without first considering how it would affect Marcus Cocoza's happiness and prestige. You were always much afraid that Marcus might do a stupid thing, or be bored. What would it really have mattered? All over the world people are doing stupid things ... I should like you to be easy, your little heart to be light again. You must from now, be more than one, many people, as many as you can think of ...''
   ~ Karen Blixen, The Dreamers from Seven Gothic Tales (1934)

The surest way towards this integral fulfilment is to find the Master of the secret who dwells within us, open ourselves constantly to the divine Power which is also the divine Wisdom and Love and trust to it to effect the conversion. But it is difficult for the egoistic consciousness to do this at all at the beginning. And, if done at all, it is still difficult to do it perfectly and in every strand of our nature. It is difficult at first because our egoistic habits of thought, of sensation, of feeling block up the avenues by which we can arrive at the perception that is needed. It is difficult afterwards because the faith, the surrender, the courage requisite in this path are not easy to the ego-clouded soul.
   ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga, [63] [T7]

Why does one feel afraid?

   I suppose it is because one is egoistic.
   There are three reasons. First, an excessive concern about one's security. Next, what one does not know always gives an uneasy feeling which is translated in the consciousness by fear. And above all, one doesn't have the habit of a spontaneous trust in the Divine. If you look into things sufficiently deeply, this is the true reason. There are people who do not even know that That exists, but one could tell them in other words, 'You have no faith in your destiny' or 'You know nothing about Grace' - anything whatever, you may put it as you like, but the root of the matter is a lack of trust. If one always had the feeling that it is the best that happens in all circumstances, one would not be afraid
   ~ The Mother

I have read your account of your sadhana. There is nothing to say, I think, - for it is all right - except that the most important thing for you is to develop the psychic fire in the heart and the aspiration for the psychic being to come forward as the leader of the sadhana. When the psychic does so, it will show you the 'undetected ego-knots' of which you speak and loosen them or burn them in the psychic fire. This psychic development and the psychic change of mind, vital and physical consciousness is of the utmost importance because it makes safe and easy the descent of the higher consciousness and the spiritual transformation without which the supramental must always remain far distant. Powers etc. have their place, but a very minor one so long as this is not done.
   ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters On Yoga - III

10.: I do not know whether I have put this clearly; self-knowledge is of such consequence that I would not have you careless of it, though you may be lifted to heaven in prayer, because while on earth nothing is more needful than humility. Therefore, I repeat, not only a good way, but the best of all ways, is to endeavour to enter first by the room where humility is practised, which is far better than at once rushing on to the others. This is the right road;-if we know how easy and safe it is to walk by it, why ask for wings with which to fly? Let us rather try to learn how to advance quickly. I believe we shall never learn to know ourselves except by endeavouring to know God, for, beholding His greatness we are struck by our own baseness, His purity shows our foulness, and by meditating on His humility we find how very far we are from being humble.
~ Saint Teresa of Avila, The Interior Castle, 1.02

   Mother, how can one strengthen one's will?

Oh, as one strengthens muscles, by a methodical exercise. You take one little thing, something you want to do or dont want to do. Begin with a small thing, not something very essential to the being, but a small detail. And then, if, for instance, it is something you are in the habit of doing,you insist on it with the same regularity, you see, either not to do it or to do it - you insist on it and compel yourself to do it as you compel yourself to life a weight - its the same thing. You make the same kind of effort, but it is more of an inner effort. And after having taken little things like this - things relatively easy, you know - after taking these and succeeding with them, you can unite with a greater force and try a more complicated experiment. And gradually, if you do this regularly, you will end up by acquiring an independent and very strong will.
   ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1954, 391

The path of seeking truth within and without is not an easy one. It goes literally against everything we've been told and taught by society and governments. The indoctrination of lies, the conditioning and programming is deep and far reaching. It has been going on for millennia. It takes tremendous effort to wake up from the hypnotic slumber, where most people dream to be awake. At this time of transition, as more and more knowledge is coming to the surface, there is the potential to create a new earth. However, this is also the age of deception for there are forces at work that do not want this to happen. They do their best to vector us away from truth and the most effective way to swallow a lie is to sandwich it between some truth with some emotional hooks. As mentioned many times before, lies are mixed with truth, hence discernment is essential. We need to engage our higher emotional center connecting us to divine intuition and also activate our higher intellect, engaging in sincere, open minded critical thinking, fusing the heart and the mind, mysticism and science. ~ Bernhard Guenther

15. The Crossing of the Return Threshold:The returning hero, to complete his adventure, must survive the impact of the world. Many failures attest to the difficulties of this life-affirmative threshold. The first problem of the returning hero is to accept as real, after an experience of the soul-satisfying vision of fulfillment, the passing joys and sorrows, banalities and noisy obscenities of life. Why re-enter such a world? Why attempt to make plausible, or even interesting, to men and women consumed with passion, the experience of transcendental bliss? As dreams that were momentous by night may seem simply silly in the light of day, so the poet and the prophet can discover themselves playing the idiot before a jury of sober eyes. The easy thing is to commit the whole community to the devil and retire again into the heavenly rock dwelling, close the door, and make it fast. But if some spiritual obstetrician has drawn the shimenawa across the retreat, then the work of representing eternity in time, and perceiving in time eternity, cannot be avoided" The hero returns to the world of common day and must accept it as real. ~ Joseph Campbell

I have got three letters from you, but as I was busy with many things I couldn't answer them-today I am answering all the three together. It was known that it wouldn't be possible for you to come for darshan this time, it can't be easy to come twice within this short time. Don't be sorry, remain calm and remember the Mother, gather faith and strength within. You are a child of the Divine Mother, be tranquil, calm and full of force. There is no special procedure. To take the name of the Mother, to remember her within, to pray to her, all this may be described as calling the Mother. As it comes from within you, you have to call her accordingly. You can do also this - shutting your eyes you can imagine that the Mother is in front of you or you can sketch a picture of her in your mind and offer her your pranam, that obeissance will reach her. When you've time, you can meditate on her with the thinking attitude that she is with you, she's sitting in front of you. Doing these things people at last get to see her. Accept my blessings, I send the Mother's blessings also at the same time. From time to time Jyotirmoyee will take blessing flowers during pranam and send them to you. ~ The Mother, Nirodbaran Memorable contacts with the Mother

In order to strengthen the higher knowledge-faculty in us we have to effect the same separation between the intuitive and intellectual elements of our thought as we have already effected between the understanding and the sense-mind; and this is no easy task, for not only do our intuitions come to us incrusted in the intellectual action, but there are a great number of mental workings which masquerade and ape the appearances of the higher faculty. The remedy is to train first the intellect to recognise the true intuilion, to distinguish it from the false and then to accustom it, when it arrives at an intellectual perception or conclusion, to attach no final value to it, but rather look upward, refer all to the divine principle and wait in as complete a silence as it can command for the light from above. In this way it is possible to transmute a great part of our intellectual thinking into the luminous truth-conscious vision, -- the ideal would be a complete transition, -- or at least to increase greatly the frequency, purity and conscious force of the ideal knowledge working behind the intellect. The latter must learn to be subject and passive to the ideal faculty.
   ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga, The Purified Understanding, 316

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music of the spheres.

musicale ::: n. --> A social musical party.

musically ::: adv. --> In a musical manner.

musical ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to music; having the qualities of music; or the power of producing music; devoted to music; melodious; harmonious; as, musical proportion; a musical voice; musical instruments; a musical sentence; musical persons. ::: n. --> Music.

musicalness ::: n. --> The quality of being musical.

musician ::: n. --> One skilled in the art or science of music; esp., a skilled singer, or performer on a musical instrument.

music ::: n. --> The science and the art of tones, or musical sounds, i. e., sounds of higher or lower pitch, begotten of uniform and synchronous vibrations, as of a string at various degrees of tension; the science of harmonical tones which treats of the principles of harmony, or the properties, dependences, and relations of tones to each other; the art of combining tones in a manner to please the ear.
Melody; a rhythmical and otherwise agreeable succession of tones.

musicomania ::: n. --> A kind of monomania in which the passion for music becomes so strong as to derange the intellectual faculties.

A series of languages for musical sound
synthesis from {Bell Labs}, 1960's. Versions: Music I through
Music V.
["An Acoustical Compiler for Music and Psychological Stimuli",
M.V. Mathews, Bell Sys Tech J 40 (1961)].
[{Jargon File}]

Musical Instrument Digital Interface
(MIDI /mi'-dee/,
/mee'-dee/) A {hardware} specification and {protocol} used to
communicate note and effect information between synthesisers,
computers, music keyboards, controllers, and other electronic
music devices. It is basically a high-speed {serial}
connection with separate connections for MIDI in, MIDI out and
MIDI through (to allow devices to be chained).
The basic unit of information is a "note on/off" event which
includes a note number (pitch) and key velocity (loudness).
There are many other message types for events such as pitch
bend, patch changes and synthesizer-specific events for
loading new patches etc.
There is a file format for expressing MIDI data which is like
a dump of data sent over a MIDI port.
The {MIME} type "audio/midi" isn't actually registered so it
should probably be "audio/x-midi".
{Filename} {extension}: .mid or .midi
{Usenet} newsgroups: {},

A name for {MPEG-1 Layer 2} used for
broadcasting. Common data rates are 192, 224, and 256 kbps.

musicale ::: n. --> A social musical party.

musically ::: adv. --> In a musical manner.

musical ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to music; having the qualities of music; or the power of producing music; devoted to music; melodious; harmonious; as, musical proportion; a musical voice; musical instruments; a musical sentence; musical persons. ::: n. --> Music.

musicalness ::: n. --> The quality of being musical.

musician ::: n. --> One skilled in the art or science of music; esp., a skilled singer, or performer on a musical instrument.

music ::: n. --> The science and the art of tones, or musical sounds, i. e., sounds of higher or lower pitch, begotten of uniform and synchronous vibrations, as of a string at various degrees of tension; the science of harmonical tones which treats of the principles of harmony, or the properties, dependences, and relations of tones to each other; the art of combining tones in a manner to please the ear.
Melody; a rhythmical and otherwise agreeable succession of tones.

musicomania ::: n. --> A kind of monomania in which the passion for music becomes so strong as to derange the intellectual faculties.

Music of the spheres: An expression introduced by Pythagoras, who was the first to discover a mathematical relationship in the frequencies of the various tones of the musical scale. In postulating the orbits of the planets as bearing a similar relationship based upon the distance from the center, he characterized their interrelated orbits as “the harmony of the spheres.” According to G. A. Gaskell, the music of the spheres is “a symbol of the complete coordination and harmony that prevails among the atma-budhic qualities and ideals upon the higher planes or spheres of the invisible archetypal universe.”

Music of the Spheres ::: Every sphere that runs its course in the abysmal depths of space sings a song as it passes along. Everylittle atom is attuned to a musical note. It is in constant movement, in constant vibration at speeds whichare incomprehensible to the ordinary brain-mind of man; and each such speed has its own numericalquantity, in other words its own numerical note, and therefore sings that note. This is called the music ofthe spheres, and if man had the power of spiritual clairaudience, the life surrounding him would be onegrand sweet song: his very body would be as it were a symphonic orchestra, singing some magnificent,incomprehensible, musical symphonic composition. The growth of a flower, for instance, would be like achanging melody running along from day to day; he could hear the grass grow, and understand why itgrows; he could hear the atoms sing and see their movements, and hear the unison of the songs of allindividual atoms, and the melodies that any physical body produces; and he would know what the stars intheir courses are constantly singing.

Music [from Greek mousike (techne) the art of the Muses] The music of the Greeks did not signify merely the harmony of sounds, but actually imbodied the idea of inner harmony of the spirit, the becoming at one with the spirit of the Muses, so that the soul responded in harmonic rhythm to the beat of universal harmony. Music with the Greeks, therefore, included, besides vocal and instrumental music, choral dancing, rhythmic motions, and various modes of harmony expressed in action, perhaps most particularly that part of education which we should now classify as a striving for harmony in life combined with aesthetic, in contrast with intellectual and physical branches of study and development. It was culture of the essential person, the ego or soul, whereas the other two divisions care for and supply the needs of the mind and of the body.

Music, considered as the essential harmony not only in cosmic but in human life, has fallen from that high estate to being little more than the harmony of sounds, cultivated piecemeal under a number of varieties: one may be an expert instrumentalist without having much harmony in one’s soul.

Music, in all its various branches is represented as having been taught to man by his divine and divine-human ancestors, such as Isis-Osiris, Thoth, Edris (in the Koran), etc. It is one of the elements of the power known as mantrikasakti. Music was represented as one of four divisions of mathematics, the others being arithmetic, astronomy, and geometry. The music of sound arouses in us a power which needs to be controlled, as it can carry us to heights from which we may fall. If regarded as a sensual indulgence, even though a refined one, its true import is not realized. If carried into our lives, so as to aid in harmonizing our relationships to other lives, then it is the unfolding influence of the real music of the spheres of cosmic harmony. For music is “the most divine and spiritual of arts” (ML 188).

Music of the Spheres An extremely archaic teaching repeated by Pythagoras, and therefore in the West commonly associated with his doctrine, for he taught that the world had been called forth out of Chaos by sound or harmony, and that the universe is constructed on harmonic proportions. He further taught that the planets were arranged in relation to each other and to the Sun in the progression of a musical scale; thus the distance of the Moon from the Earth was called a tone, from Moon to Mercury half a tone, Mercury to Venus half a tone, Venus to Sun one and a half tones, Sun to Mars a tone, Mars to Jupiter half a tone, Jupiter to Saturn half a tone, Saturn to the zodiac a tone — thus completing the seven tones of the scale or the diapason-harmony, as it is reported that Pythagoras reckoned — although the actual addition of the half-tones and tones includes only 6 1/2 tones. As Censorinus (De die natali 13) expressed it, “the intervals correspond to musical diastemes, rendering various sounds, so perfectly consonant, that they produce the sweetest melody, which is inaudible to us, only by reason of the greatness of the sound, which our ears are incapable of receiving” (SD 1:433).

Musical angels by Hans Mending (c. 1490). 123

Musical cherubim. 331

music is Israfel (Israfil), who is often equated with

Musical angels by Hans Memling (c. 1490).

Musical cherubim. From Heywood, The Hierarchy of the Blessed Angels.

Musical Instrument Digital Interface ::: (music, hardware, protocol, file format) (MIDI /mi'-dee/, /mee'-dee/) A hardware specification and protocol used to communicate note and effect with separate connections for MIDI in, MIDI out and MIDI through (to allow devices to be chained).The basic unit of information is a note on/off event which includes a note number (pitch) and key velocity (loudness). There are many other message types for events such as pitch bend, patch changes and synthesizer-specific events for loading new patches etc.There is a file format for expressing MIDI data which is like a dump of data sent over a MIDI port.The MIME type audio/midi isn't actually registered so it should probably be audio/x-midi.Filename extension: .mid or .midi .Usenet newsgroups:, (1998-06-27)

Musicam ::: (audio, compression) A name for MPEG-1 Layer 2 used for broadcasting. Common data rates are 192, 224, and 256 kbps.(2001-12-13)

Music ::: (language, music) A series of languages for musical sound synthesis from Bell Labs, 1960's. Versions: Music I through Music V.[An Acoustical Compiler for Music and Psychological Stimuli, M.V. Mathews, Bell Sys Tech J 40 (1961)].[Jargon File] (1999-06-04)

music of the spheres: Harmony between the heavenly bodies (such as the Sun, Moon and planets.)

music of the spheres.

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1:So many books, so little time. ~ Frank Zappa,
2:All music is the blues. All of it. ~ George Carlin,
3:Hello darkness, my old friend ~ Simon & Garfunkel,
4:Music is the silence between notes. ~ Claude Debussy,
5:A school without music is like a body without a soul ~ Saint John Bosco,
6:How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me? ~ Leonard Cohen,
7:There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. ~ Leonard Cohen,
8:Music finds its way where the rays of the sun cannot penetrate. ~ Soren Kierkegaard,
9:Without music, life would be a mistake. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols ,
10:When you work, you are a flute that turns the whisper of hours into music ~ Khalil Gibran,
11:I'm not ashamed to dress 'like a woman' because I don't think it's shameful to be a woman. ~ Iggy Pop,
12:If you can make music with someone you don't need words. ~ Epictetus,
13:Life is a piece of music, and you’re supposed to be dancing. ~ Epictetus,
14:Architecture is frozen music. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
15:The highest goal of music is to connect one's soul to their Divine Nature, not entertainment. ~ Pythagoras,
16:A thrill that smites the nerves is music’s spell. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.05 - The Godheads of the Little Life,
17:Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. ~ Vincent van Gogh,
18:Music and thunder are the rhythmic chordsOf one majestic harp. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Plays and Stories - II Act I,
19:A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. ~ Abraham Maslow,
20:Music deepens the emotions and harmonises them with each other. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Early Cultural Writings The National Value of Art,
21:Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination... go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius. ~ Mozart,
22:Nada is found within. It is a music without strings which plays in the body. It penetrates the inner and outer and leads you away from illusion. ~ Kabir,
23:Sometimes there are two persons who disagree, and there comes a third person and all unite together. Is this not the nature of music? ~ Hazrat Inayat Khan,
24:One and the same thing can at the same time be good, bad, and indifferent; music is good to the melancholy, bad to those who mourn, and neither good nor bad to the deaf. ~ Baruch Spinoza,
25:Music is, to me, proof of the existence of God. It is so extraordinarily full of magic, and in tough times of my life I can listen to music and it makes such a difference. ~ Kurt Vonnegut Jr.,
26:Practice is the act of rehearsing a behavior over and over, or engaging in an activity again and again, for the purpose of improving or mastering it, as in the phrase practice makes perfect. ~ ,
27:If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
28:The harmony of kindred souls that seekEach other on the strings of body and mind,Is all the music for which life was born. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Plays and Stories - II Act II,
29:Music brought down celestial yearnings, songHeld the merged heart absorbed in rapturous depths,Linking the human with the cosmic cry. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 04.02 - The Growth of the Flame,
30:Music, that is the science or the sense of proper modulation, is likewise given by God's generosity to mortals having rational souls in order to lead them to higher things. ~ Saint Augustine of Hippo,
31:He tastes the honey of tears and puts off joyRepenting, and has laughter and has wrath,And both are a broken music of the soul ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 10.02 - The Gospel of Death and Vanity of the Ideal,
32:To music that can immortalise the mindAnd make the heart wide as infinityListened, and captured the inaudibleCadences that awake the occult ear. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.09 - The Paradise of the Life-Gods,
33:One should know a little of everything. If a man starts a grocery-shop, he keeps all kinds of articles there, including a little lentil and tamarind. An expert musician knows how to play a little on all instruments. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
34:An ear of mind withdrawn from the outward’s rhymesDiscovered the seed-sounds of the eternal Word,The rhythm and music heard that built the worlds, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.11 - The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Mind,
35:Yogic or occult powers are no more supernatural or incredible than is supernatural or incredible the power to write a great poem or compose great music. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Himself and the Ashram Education,
36:The music born in Matter’s silencesPlucked nude out of the Ineffable’s fathomlessnessThe meaning it had held but could not voice. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri The Yoga of the King,
37:The other day I was down by the Hudson River, and I see two nuns in full habit rollerblading down the street holding hands. And I'm like, 'Oh, my God, I get it. The world is surreal and beautiful. And everything is fine'. ~ Regina Spektor,
38:All sounds, all voices have become Thy voice,Music and thunder and the cry of birds,Life’s babble of her sorrows and her joys,Cadence of human speech and murmured words, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Divine Hearing,
39:All music is only the sound of His laughter,All beauty the smile of His passionate bliss;Our lives are His heart-beats, our rapture the bridalOf Radha and Krishna, our love is their kiss. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.02 - Who,
40:Everybody is different. Some comedy is more musical like Steven Wright. His is a pillar of comedy to me. He invented a whole form and all his jokes are poems. So it's different. I wanted to do it like George Carlin. Now I do it like me. ~ Louis C K,
41:A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
42:Dead is the past; the void has possessed it; its drama is ended,Finished its music. The future is dim and remote from our knowledge;Silent it lies on the knees of the gods in their luminous stillness. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,
43:As long as I talked unceasingly about the Lord,The Lord stayed away, kept at a distance.But when I silenced my mouth, sat very stillAnd fixed my mind at the doorway of the Lord,I was linked to the music of the Word,And all my talking came to an end. ~ Kabir,
44:There’s a rhythmWill shatter hardest stone; each thing in natureHas its own point where it has done with patienceAnd starts in pieces; below that point play on it,Nor overpitch the music. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Plays and Stories - I Act III,
45:I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company. ~ Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer ,
46:Perhaps the heart of God for ever singsAnd worlds come throbbing out from every note;Perhaps His soul sits ever calm and stillAnd listens to the music rapturously,Himself adoring, by Himself adored. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.02 - The Meditations of Mandavya,
47:In string theory, all particles are vibrations on a tiny rubber band; physics is the harmonies on the string; chemistry is the melodies we play on vibrating strings; the universe is a symphony of strings, and the 'Mind of God' is cosmic music resonating in 11-dimensional hyperspace. ~ Michio Kaku,
48:10. Apotheosis:Those who know, not only that the Everlasting lies in them, but that what they, and all things, really are is the Everlasting, dwell in the groves of the wish fulfilling trees, drink the brew of immortality, and listen everywhere to the unheard music of eternal concord. ~ Joseph Campbell,
49:Music is sweet; to rule the heart’s rich chordsOf human lyres much sweeter. Art’s sublimeBut to combine great ends more sovereign still,Accepting danger and difficulty to breakThrough proud and violent opposites to our will.Song is divine, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Plays and Stories - II Act III,
50:There are so many ways of making the approach to meditation as joyful as possible. You can find the music that most exalts you and use it to open your heart and mind. You can collect pieces of poetry, or quotations of lines of teachings that over the years have moved you, and keep them always at hand to elevate your spirit. ~ Sogyal Rinpoche,
51:A musician must make music, an artist must paint, an poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. What a man can be, he must be. This weed we call self-actualization....It refers to man's desire for self-fulfillment, namely to the tendency for him to become actually in what he is potentially: to become everything one is capable of becoming. ~ Abraham Maslow,
52:Kata is a term used by some programmers in the Software Craftsmanship[9] movement. Computer programmers who call themselves Software Craftsmen[10] will write Kata[11] - small snippets of code that they write in one sitting, sometimes repeatedly,[12] often daily, in order to build muscle memory and practise their craft, much like a soldier, a musician, a doctor or a dancer.[13] ~ ,
53:The boy with the flute is Sri Krishna, the Lord descended into the world-play from the divine Ananda; his flute is the music of the call which seeks to transform the lower ignorant play of mortal life and bring into it and establish in its place the lila of his divine Ananda. It was the psychic being in you that heard the call and followed after it. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters On Yoga - III ,
54:There, where millions of Krishnas stand with hands folded, Where millions of Vishnus bow their heads, Where millions of Brahmâs are reading the Vedas, Where millions of Shivas are lost in contemplation, Where millions of Indras dwell in the sky, Where the demi-gods and the munis are unnumbered, Where millions of Saraswatis, Goddess of Music, play on the vina— There is my Lord self-revealed: and the scent of sandal and flowers dwells in those deeps. ~ Kabir,
55:One who came love and lover and belovedEternal, built himself a wonderous field And wore the measures of a marvellous dance. There in its circles and its magic turns Attracted he arrives, repelled he flees. In the wild devious promptings of his mind ... Repenting, and has laughter and wrath, And both are a broken music of the soul Which seeks out reconciled its heavenly rhyme. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 10.02 - The Gospel of Death and Vanity of the Ideal,
56:One of the things that struck me as near miraculous about music, especially in a rather nihilistic and atheistic society, is that it really does fill the void which was left by the death of God. And it's because you cannot rationally critique music. It speaks to you, it speaks of meaning, and no matter what you say about it, no matter how cynical you are, you cannot put a crowbar underneath that and toss it aside. ~ Jordan Peterson, Drinking from the firehose with Howard Bloom ,
57:No matter how much I wanted to sing Western songs, they were all very difficult. Had I, born in Japan, no choice but to sing Japanese songs? Was there a Japanese song that expressed my present sentiment - a traveler who had immersed himself in love and the arts in France but was now going back to the extreme end of the Orient where only death would follow monotonous life? ... I felt totally forsaken. I belonged to a nation that had no music to express swelling emotions and agonized feelings. ~ Kafu Nagai,
58:The library smells like old books - a thousand leather doorways into other worlds. I hear silence, like the mind of God. I feel a presence in the empty chair beside me. The librarian watches me suspiciously. But the library is a sacred place, and I sit with the patron saint of readers. Pulsing goddess light moves through me for one moment like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone. I smell mold, I hear the clock ticking, I see an empty chair. Ask me now and I'll say this is just a place where you can't play music or eat. She's gone. The library sucks. ~ Laura Whitcomb,
59:There are not many, those who have no secret garden of the mind. For this garden alone can give refreshment when life is barren of peace or sustenance or satisfactory answer. Such sanctuaries may be reached by a certain philosophy or faith, by the guidance of a beloved author or an understanding friend, by way of the temples of music and art, or by groping after truth through the vast kingdoms of knowledge. They encompass almost always truth and beauty, and are radiant with the light that never was on sea or land. - Clare Cameron, Green Fields of England ~ Israel Regardie, A Garden Of Pomegranates ,
60:It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles. And yet when King Laugh come, he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall, all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him. Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and we bear to go on with our labor, what it may be. ~ Bram Stoker,
61:Krishna:::At last I find a meaning of soul's birthInto this universe terrible and sweet,I who have felt the hungry heart of earthAspiring beyond heaven to Krishna's feet.I have seen the beauty of immortal eyes,And heard the passion of the Lover's flute,And known a deathless ecstasy's surpriseAnd sorrow in my heart for ever mute.Nearer and nearer now the music draws,Life shudders with a strange felicity;All Nature is a wide enamoured pauseHoping her lord to touch, to clasp, to be.For this one moment lived the ages past;The world now throbs fulfilled in me at last. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,
62:Einstein was remarkable for his powers of concentration; he could work uninterruptedly for hours and even days on the same problem. Some of the topics that interested him remained on his mind for decades. For relaxation he turned to music and to sailing, but often his work would continue during these moments as well; he usually had a notebook in his pocket so that he could jot down any idea that came to him. Once, after the theory of relativity had been put forth, he confessed to his colleague Wolfgang Pauli, "For the rest of my life I want to reflect on what light is." It is perhaps not entirely an accident that a focus on light is also the first visual act of the newborn child. ~ Howard Gardner,
63:Where spring, the lord of seasons reigneth, there the unstruck music sounds of itself,There the streams of light flow in all directions, few are the men who can cross to that shore!There, where millions of Krishnas stand with hands folded,Where millions of Vishnus bow their heads, where millions of Brahmas are reading the Vedas,Where millions of Shivas are lost in contemplation, where millions of Indras dwell in the sky,Where the demi-gods and the munis are unnumbered, where millions of Saraswatis, goddess of music play the vina,There is my Lord self-revealed, and the scent of sandal and flowers dwells in those deeps. ~ Kabir, II.57 Translated by Rabindranath Tagore[26],
64:Certainly we have had our Napoleons and our Hitlers, but we have also had Jesus and Buddha. We have had tyrants, but also great humanitarians. We have had corrupt politicians, but also noble rulers. Even in the most selfish of times, the world has brought forth idealists, philanthropists, great artists, musicians, and poets. If we have inherited ages of feuding and intolerance, we have also inherited the magnificence of Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo. For each tyrant who has profaned the pages of history, there have been thousands, even millions, of gentle people who have lived unhonored and unknown, keeping principles and living convictions under the most difficult situations. To see this good, and to know it, is to find a new courage and a new faith. ~ Manly P Hall, PRS Journal Summer 1961 p.7,
65:During an individual's immersion in a domain, the locus of flow experiences shifts: what was once too challenging becomes attainable and even pleasurable, while what has long since become attainable no longer proves engaging. Thus, the journeyman musical performer gains flow from the accurate performance of familiar pieces in the repertoire; the youthful master wishes to tackle the most challenging pieces, ones most difficult to execute in a technical sense; the seasoned master may develop highly personal interpretations of familiar pieces, or, alternatively, return to those deceptively simple pieces that may actually prove difficult to execute convincingly and powerfully. Such an analysis helps explain why creative individuals continue to engage in the area of their expertise despite its frustrations, and why so many of them continue to raise the ante, posing ever-greater challenges for themselves, even at the risk of sacrificing the customary rewards. ~ Howard Gardner,
66:At every stage of technique since Daedalus or Hero of Alexandria, the ability of the artificer to produce a working simulacrum of a living organism has always intrigued people. This desire to produce and to study automata has always been expressed in terms of the living technique of the age. In the days of magic, we have the bizarre and sinister concept of Golem, that figure of clay into which the Rabbi of Prague breathed life with the blasphemy of the Ineffable Name of God. In the time of Newton, the automaton becomes the clockwork music box, with the little effigies pirouetting stiffly on top. In the nineteenth century, the automaton is a glorified heat engine, burning some combustible fuel instead of the glycogen of the human muscles. Finally, the present automaton opens doors by means of photocells, or points guns to the place at which a radar beam picks up an airplane, or computes the solution of a differential equation. ~ Norbert Wiener, Cybernetics or control and communication in the animal and the machine 1961,
67:"Oi, Pampaw," Diogo said as the door to the public hall slid open. "You hear that Eros started talking?"Miller lifted himself to one elbow."Sí," Diogo said. "Whatever that shit is, it started broadcasting. There's even words and shit. I've got a feed. You want a listen?"No, Miller thought. No, I have seen those corridors. What's happened to those people almost happened to me. I don't want anything to do with that abomination."Sure," he said.Diogo scooped up his own hand terminal and keyed in something. Miller's terminal chimed that it had received the new feed route. "Chica perdída in ops been mixing a bunch of it to bhangra," Diogo said, making a shifting dance move with his hips. "Hard-core, eh?"Diogo and the other OPA irregulars had breached a high-value research station, faced down one of the most powerful and evil corporations in a history of power and evil. And now they were making music from the screams of the dying. Of the dead. They were dancing to it in the low-rent clubs. What it must be like, Miller thought, to be young and soulless. ~ James S A Corey, Leviathan Wakes ,
68:He had no document but his memory; the training he had acquired with each added hexameter gave him a discipline unsuspected by those who set down and forget temporary, incomplete paragraphs. He was not working for posterity or even for God, whose literary tastes were unknown to him. Meticulously, motionlessly, secretly, he wrought in time his lofty, invisible labyrinth. He worked the third act over twice. He eliminated certain symbols as over-obvious, such as the repeated striking of the clock, the music. Nothing hurried him. He omitted, he condensed, he amplified. In certain instances he came back to the original version. He came to feel affection for the courtyard, the barracks; one of the faces before him modified his conception of Roemerstadt's character. He discovered that the wearying cacophonies that bothered Flaubert so much are mere visual superstitions, weakness and limitation of the written word, not the spoken...He concluded his drama. He had only the problem of a single phrase. He found it. The drop of water slid down his cheek. He opened his mouth in a maddened cry, moved his face, dropped under the quadruple blast. ~ Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths Selected Stories and Other Writings,
69:If we are religious-minded, perhaps we will see the gods who inhabit this world. Beings, forces, sounds, lights, and rhythms are just so many true forms of the same indefinable, but not unknowable, Essence we call God; we have spoken of God, and made temples, laws or poems to try to capture the one little pulsation filling us with sunshine, but it is free as the wind on foam-flecked shores. We may also enter the world of music, which in fact is not different from the others but a special extension of this same, great inexpressible Vibration. If once, only once, even for a few moments in a lifetime, we can hear that Music, that Joy singing above, we will know what Beethoven and Bach heard; we will know what God is because we will have heard God. We will probably not say anything grandiose; we will just know that That exists, whereupon all the suffering in the world will seem redeemed. At the extreme summit of the overmind, there only remain great waves of multi-hued light, says the Mother, the play of spiritual forces, which later translate - sometimes much later - into new ideas, social changes, or earthly events, after crossing one by one all the layers of consciousness and suffering a considerable distortion and loss of light... ~ Satprem, Sri Aurobindo Or The Adventure Of Consciousness ,
70:The Quest A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: The silence of deep height was drawn A veil across the silver dawn On holy wings that hovered. The music of three thoughts became The beauty, that is one white flame, The justice that surpasses shame, The victory, the splendour, The sacred fountain that is whirled From depths beyond that older world A new world to engender. The kingdom is extended. Night Dwells, and I contemplate the sight That is not seeing, but the light That secretly is kindled, Though oft-time its most holy fire Lacks oil, whene'er my own Desire Before desire has dwindled. I see the thin web binding me With thirteen cords of unity Toward the calm centre of the sea. (O thou supernal mother!) The triple light my path divides To twain and fifty sudden sides Each perfect as each other. Now backwards, inwards still my mind Must track the intangible and blind, And seeking, shall securely find Hidden in secret places Fresh feasts for every soul that strives, New life for many mystic lives, And strange new forms and faces. My mind still searches, and attains By many days and many pains To That which Is and Was and reigns Shadowed in four and ten; And loses self in sacred lands, And cries and quickens, and understands Beyond the first Amen. ~ Aleister Crowley,
71:At first, needing the companionship of the human voice, he had listened to classical plays especially the works of Shaw, Ibsen, and Shakespeare - or poetry readings from Discovery's enormous library of recorded sounds. The problems they dealt with, however, seemed so remote, or so easily resolved with a little common sense, that after a while he lost patience with them.So he switched to opera - usually in Italian or German, so that he was not distracted even by the minimal intellectual content that most operas contained. This phase lasted for two weeks before he realized that the sound of all these superbly trained voices was only exacerbating his loneliness. But what finally ended this cycle was Verdi's Requiem Mass, which he had never heard performed on Earth. The "Dies Irae," roaring with ominous appropriateness through the empty ship, left him completely shattered; and when the trumpets of Doomsday echoed from the heavens, he could endure no more.Thereafter, he played only instrumental music. He started with the romantic composers, but shed them one by one as their emotional outpourings became too oppressive. Sibelius, Tchaikovsky, Berlioz, lasted a few weeks, Beethoven rather longer. He finally found peace, as so many others had done, in the abstract architecture of Bach, occasionally ornamented with Mozart. And so Discovery drove on toward Saturn, as often as not pulsating with the cool music of the harpsichord, the frozen thoughts of a brain that had been dust for twice a hundred years. ~ Arthur C Clarke, Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.09 - The Paradise of the Life-Gods,
73:[4:131] A human being is a material system which time, a form of energy, enters. Probably time enters him also as noos-Mind. Time, the future, contains in it all the events which are going to occur. Therefore when time enters a person as energy, and acting as noos to him, it brings with it in potentium all that will happen to him, like a window shade unrolling to display an unfolding pattern. Events in the future pop into being, into actualization, the present, but until they do, they are not truly real-not yet actualized-but there in an encoded form, like the grooves of an LP before the needle reaches it; the only "music" is where the needle touches-ahead lies only an encoded wiggle along a helical spiral. Thus, dreams deal with the future lying direct ahead, as during the night, the next series of encoded future events begin to move toward actualization: i.e., the present. What is hard to realize is that in a certain very real way these events are inside the person, within his head, so to speak; but only in their potential, encoded form; the arena in which they are actualized is that of space; time, in the present, flows out to fill space-i.e., the spatial universe. This is why we experience déjà vu. We have somehow caught a glimpse now and then of the script unrolling in our head-caught a glimpse in advance, so we feel "I know exactly what I'm going to say next, and what gestures he'll make," etc. Sure; they're encoded-encased, waiting-in time, and time, being energy, has entered you; is burning bright inside, like Blake's tyger. Tyger, tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night. . . . Who framed thy awful symmetry? ~ Philip K Dick, Exegesis Of Philip K Dick ,
74:Sweet Mother, Sri Aurobindo is speaking about occult endeavour here and says that those who don't have the capacity must wait till it is given to them. Can't they get it through practice? No. That is, if it is latent in someone, it can be developed by practice. But if one doesn't have occult power, he may try for fifty years, he won't get anywhere. Everybody cannot have occult power. It is as though you were asking whether everybody could be a musician, everybody could be a painter, everybody could... Some can, some can't. It is a question of temperament. What is the difference between occultism and mysticism? They are not at all the same thing. Mysticism is a more or less emotive relation with what one senses to be a divine power - that kind of highly emotional, affective, very intense relation with something invisible which is or is taken for the Divine. That is mysticism. Occultism is exactly what he has said: it is the knowledge of invisible forces and the power to handle them. It is a science. It is altogether a science. I always compare occultism with chemistry, for it is the same kind of knowledge as the knowledge of chemistry for material things. It is a knowledge of invisible forces, their different vibrations, their interrelations, the combinations which can be made by bringing them together and the power one can exercise over them. It is absolutely scientific; and it ought to be learnt like a science; that is, one cannot practise occultism as something emotional or something vague and imprecise. You must work at it as you would do at chemistry, and learn all the rules or find them if there is nobody to teach you. But it is at some risk to yourself that you can find them. There are combinations here as explosive as certain chemical combinations. ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1954 ,
75:More often, he listened to the voice of Eros. Sometimes he watched the video feeds too, but usually, he just listened. Over the hours and days, he began to hear, if not patterns, at least common structures. Some of the voices spooling out of the dying station were consistent-broadcasters and entertainers who were overrepresented in the audio files archives, he guessed. There seemed to be some specific tendencies in, for want of a better term, the music of it too. Hours of random, fluting static and snatched bits of phrases would give way, and Eros would latch on to some word or phrase, fixating on it with greater and greater intensity until it broke apart and the randomness poured back in. "... are, are, are, ARE, ARE, ARE... " Aren't, Miller thought, and the ship suddenly shoved itself up, leaving Miller's stomach about half a foot from where it had been. A series of loud clanks followed, and then the brief wail of a Klaxon. "Dieu! Dieu!" someone shouted. "Bombs son vamen roja! Going to fry it! Fry us toda!" There was the usual polite chuckle that the same joke had occasioned over the course of the trip, and the boy who'd made it-a pimply Belter no more than fifteen years old-grinned with pleasure at his own wit. If he didn't stop that shit, someone was going to beat him with a crowbar before they got back to Tycho. But Miller figured that someone wasn't him. A massive jolt forward pushed him hard into the couch, and then gravity was back, the familiar 0.3 g. Maybe a little more. Except that with the airlocks pointing toward ship's down, the pilot had to grapple the spinning skin of Eros' belly first. The spin gravity made what had been the ceiling the new floor; the lowest rank of couches was now the top; and while they rigged the fusion bombs to the docks, they were all going to have to climb up onto a cold, dark rock that was trying to fling them off into the vacuum. Such were the joys of sabotage. ~ James S A Corey, Leviathan Wakes ,
76:See how, like lightest waves at play, the airy dancers fleet; And scarcely feels the floor the wings of those harmonious feet. Ob, are they flying shadows from their native forms set free? Or phantoms in the fairy ring that summer moonbeams see? As, by the gentle zephyr blown, some light mist flees in air, As skiffs that skim adown the tide, when silver waves are fair, So sports the docile footstep to the heave of that sweet measure, As music wafts the form aloft at its melodious pleasure, Now breaking through the woven chain of the entangled dance, From where the ranks the thickest press, a bolder pair advance, The path they leave behind them lost--wide open the path beyond, The way unfolds or closes up as by a magic wand. See now, they vanish from the gaze in wild confusion blended; All, in sweet chaos whirled again, that gentle world is ended! No!--disentangled glides the knot, the gay disorder ranges-- The only system ruling here, a grace that ever changes. For ay destroyed--for ay renewed, whirls on that fair creation; And yet one peaceful law can still pervade in each mutation. And what can to the reeling maze breathe harmony and vigor, And give an order and repose to every gliding figure? That each a ruler to himself doth but himself obey, Yet through the hurrying course still keeps his own appointed way. What, would'st thou know? It is in truth the mighty power of tune, A power that every step obeys, as tides obey the moon; That threadeth with a golden clue the intricate employment, Curbs bounding strength to tranquil grace, and tames the wild enjoyment. And comes the world's wide harmony in vain upon thine ears? The stream of music borne aloft from yonder choral spheres? And feel'st thou not the measure which eternal Nature keeps? The whirling dance forever held in yonder azure deeps? The suns that wheel in varying maze?--That music thou discernest? No! Thou canst honor that in sport which thou forgettest in earnest. ~ Friedrich Schiller,
77:INVOCATION The ultimate invocation, that of Kia, cannot be performed. The paradox is that as Kia has no dualized qualities, there are no attributes by which to invoke it. To give it one quality is merely to deny it another. As an observant dualistic being once said: I am that I am not. Nevertheless, the magician may need to make some rearrangements or additions to what he is. Metamorphosis may be pursued by seeking that which one is not, and transcending both in mutual annihilation. Alternatively, the process of invocation may be seen as adding to the magician's psyche any elements which are missing. It is true that the mind must be finally surrendered as one enters fully into Chaos, but a complete and balanced psychocosm is more easily surrendered. The magical process of shuffling beliefs and desires attendant upon the process of invocation also demonstrates that one's dominant obsessions or personality are quite arbitrary, and hence more easily banished. There are many maps of the mind (psychocosms), most of which are inconsistent, contradictory, and based on highly fanciful theories. Many use the symbology of god forms, for all mythology embodies a psychology. A complete mythic pantheon resumes all of man's mental characteristics. Magicians will often use a pagan pantheon of gods as the basis for invoking some particular insight or ability, as these myths provide the most explicit and developed formulation of the particular idea's extant. However it is possible to use almost anything from the archetypes of the collective unconscious to the elemental qualities of alchemy. If the magician taps a deep enough level of power, these forms may manifest with sufficient force to convince the mind of the objective existence of the god. Yet the aim of invocation is temporary possession by the god, communication from the god, and manifestation of the god's magical powers, rather than the formation of religious cults. The actual method of invocation may be described as a total immersion in the qualities pertaining to the desired form. One invokes in every conceivable way. The magician first programs himself into identity with the god by arranging all his experiences to coincide with its nature. In the most elaborate form of ritual he may surround himself with the sounds, smells, colors, instruments, memories, numbers, symbols, music, and poetry suggestive of the god or quality. Secondly he unites his life force to the god image with which he has united his mind. This is accomplished with techniques from the gnosis. Figure 5 shows some examples of maps of the mind. Following are some suggestions for practical ritual invocation. ~ Peter J Carroll, Liber Null ,
78:Mother of Dreams ::: Goddess supreme, Mother of Dream, by thy ivory doors when thou standest,Who are they then that come down unto men in thy visions that troop, group upon group, down the path of the shadows slanting?Dream after dream, they flash and they gleam with the flame of the stars still around them;Shadows at thy side in a darkness ride where the wild fires dance, stars glow and glance and the random meteor glistens;There are voices that cry to their kin who reply; voices sweet, at the heart they beat and ravish the soul as it listens.What then are these lands and these golden sands and these seas more radiant than earth can imagine?Who are those that pace by the purple waves that race to the cliff-bound floor of thy jasper shore under skies in which mystery muses,Lapped in moonlight not of our night or plunged in sunshine that is not diurnal?Who are they coming thy Oceans roaming with sails whose strands are not made by hands, an unearthly wind advances?Why do they join in a mystic line with those on the sands linking hands in strange and stately dances?Thou in the air, with a flame in thy hair, the whirl of thy wonders watching,Holdest the night in thy ancient right, Mother divine, hyacinthine, with a girdle of beauty defended.Sworded with fire, attracting desire, thy tenebrous kingdom thou keepest,Starry-sweet, with the moon at thy feet, now hidden now seen the clouds between in the gloom and the drift of thy tresses.Only to those whom thy fancy chose, O thou heart-free, is it given to see thy witchcraft and feel thy caresses.Open the gate where thy children wait in their world of a beauty undarkened.High-throned on a cloud, victorious, proud I have espied Maghavan ride when the armies of wind are behind him;Food has been given for my tasting from heaven and fruit of immortal sweetness;I have drunk wine of the kingdoms divine and have healed the change of music strange from a lyre which our hands cannot master,Doors have swung wide in the chambers of pride where the Gods reside and the Apsaras dance in their circles faster and faster.For thou art she whom we first can see when we pass the bounds of the mortal;There at the gates of the heavenly states thou hast planted thy wand enchanted over the head of the Yogin waving.From thee are the dream and the shadows that seem and the fugitive lights that delude us;Thine is the shade in which visions are made; sped by thy hands from celestial lands come the souls that rejoice for ever.Into thy dream-worlds we pass or look in thy magic glass, then beyond thee we climb out of Space and Time to the peak of divine endeavour. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,
79:Eternal, unconfined, unextended, without cause and without effect, the Holy Lamp mysteriously burns. Without quantity or quality, unconditioned and sempiternal, is this Light.It is not possible for anyone to advise or approve; for this Lamp is not made with hands; it exists alone for ever; it has no parts, no person; it is before "I am." Few can behold it, yet it is always there. For it there is no "here" nor "there," no "then" nor "now;" all parts of speech are abolished, save the noun; and this noun is not found either in {106} human speech or in Divine. It is the Lost Word, the dying music of whose sevenfold echo is I A O and A U M.Without this Light the Magician could not work at all; yet few indeed are the Magicians that have know of it, and far fewer They that have beheld its brilliance!The Temple and all that is in it must be destroyed again and again before it is worthy to receive that Light. Hence it so often seems that the only advice that any master can give to any pupil is to destroy the Temple."Whatever you have" and "whatever you are" are veils before that Light. Yet in so great a matter all advice is vain. There is no master so great that he can see clearly the whole character of any pupil. What helped him in the past may hinder another in the future.Yet since the Master is pledged to serve, he may take up that service on these simple lines. Since all thoughts are veils of this Light, he may advise the destruction of all thoughts, and to that end teach those practices which are clearly conductive to such destruction.These practices have now fortunately been set down in clear language by order of the A.'.A.'..In these instructions the relativity and limitation of each practice is clearly taught, and all dogmatic interpretations are carefully avoided. Each practice is in itself a demon which must be destroyed; but to be destroyed it must first be evoked.Shame upon that Master who shirks any one of these practices, however distasteful or useless it may be to him! For in the detailed knowledge of it, which experience alone can give him, may lie his opportunity for crucial assistance to a pupil. However dull the drudgery, it should be undergone. If it were possible to regret anything in life, which is fortunately not the case, it would be the hours wasted in fruitful practices which might have been more profitably employed on sterile ones: for NEMO<> in tending his garden seeketh not to single out the flower that shall be NEMO after him. And we are not told that NEMO might have used other things than those which he actually does use; it seems possible that if he had not the acid or the knife, or the fire, or the oil, he might miss tending just that one flower which was to be NEMO after him! ~ Aleister Crowley, Liber ABA 2.10 - The Lamp,
80:There's an idea in Christianity of the image of God as a Trinity. There's the element of the Father, there's the element of the Son, and there's the element of the Holy Spirit. It's something like the spirit of tradition, human beings as the living incarnation of that tradition, and the spirit in people that makes relationship with the spirit and individuals possible. I'm going to bounce my way quickly through some of the classical, metaphorical attributes of God, so that we kind of have a cloud of notions about what we're talking about, when we return to Genesis 1 and talk about the God who spoke chaos into Being.There's a fatherly aspect, so here's what God as a father is like. You can enter into a covenant with it, so you can make a bargain with it. Now, you think about that. Money is like that, because money is a bargain you make with the future. We structured our world so that you can negotiate with the future. I don't think that we would have got to the point where we could do that without having this idea to begin with. You can act as if the future's a reality; there's a spirit of tradition that enables you to act as if the future is something that can be bargained with. That's why you make sacrifices. The sacrifices were acted out for a very long period of time, and now they're psychological. We know that you can sacrifice something valuable in the present and expect that you're negotiating with something that's representing the transcendent future. That's an amazing human discovery. No other creature can do that; to act as if the future is real; to know that you can bargain with reality itself, and that you can do it successfully. It's unbelievable.It responds to sacrifice. It answers prayers. I'm not saying that any of this is true, by the way. I'm just saying what the cloud of ideas represents. It punishes and rewards. It judges and forgives. It's not nature. One of the things weird about the Judeo-Christian tradition is that God and nature are not the same thing, at all. Whatever God is, partially manifest in this logos, is something that stands outside of nature. I think that's something like consciousness as abstracted from the natural world. It built Eden for mankind and then banished us for disobedience. It's too powerful to be touched. It granted free will. Distance from it is hell. Distance from it is death. It reveals itself in dogma and in mystical experience, and it's the law. That's sort of like the fatherly aspect.The son-like aspect. It speaks chaos into order. It slays dragons and feeds people with the remains. It finds gold. It rescues virgins. It is the body and blood of Christ. It is a tragic victim, scapegoat, and eternally triumphant redeemer simultaneously. It cares for the outcast. It dies and is reborn. It is the king of kings and hero of heroes. It's not the state, but is both the fulfillment and critic of the state. It dwells in the perfect house. It is aiming at paradise or heaven. It can rescue from hell. It cares for the outcast. It is the foundation and the cornerstone that was rejected. It is the spirit of the law.The spirit-like aspect. It's akin to the human soul. It's the prophetic voice. It's the still, small voice of conscience. It's the spoken truth. It's called forth by music. It is the enemy of deceit, arrogance, and resentment. It is the water of life. It burns without consuming. It's a blinding light.That's a very well-developed set of poetic metaphors. These are all...what would you say...glimpses of the transcendent ideal. That's the right way of thinking about it. They're glimpses of the transcendent ideal, and all of them have a specific meaning. In part, what we're going to do is go over that meaning, as we continue with this series. What we've got now is a brief description, at least, of what this is. ~ Jordan Peterson, Biblical Series 1,
81:64 Arts 1. Geet vidya: art of singing. 2. Vadya vidya: art of playing on musical instruments. 3. Nritya vidya: art of dancing. 4. Natya vidya: art of theatricals. 5. Alekhya vidya: art of painting. 6. Viseshakacchedya vidya: art of painting the face and body with color 7. Tandula­kusuma­bali­vikara: art of preparing offerings from rice and flowers. 8. Pushpastarana: art of making a covering of flowers for a bed. 9. Dasana­vasananga­raga: art of applying preparations for cleansing the teeth, cloths and painting the body. 10. Mani­bhumika­karma: art of making the groundwork of jewels. 11. Aayya­racana: art of covering the bed. 12. Udaka­vadya: art of playing on music in water. 13. Udaka­ghata: art of splashing with water. 14. Citra­yoga: art of practically applying an admixture of colors. 15. Malya­grathana­vikalpa: art of designing a preparation of wreaths. 16. Sekharapida­yojana: art of practically setting the coronet on the head. 17. Nepathya­yoga: art of practically dressing in the tiring room. 18. Karnapatra­bhanga: art of decorating the tragus of the ear. 19. Sugandha­yukti: art of practical application of aromatics. 20. Bhushana­yojana: art of applying or setting ornaments. 21. Aindra­jala: art of juggling. 22. Kaucumara: a kind of art. 23. Hasta­laghava: art of sleight of hand. 24. Citra­sakapupa­bhakshya­vikara­kriya: art of preparing varieties of delicious food. 25. Panaka­rasa­ragasava­yojana: art of practically preparing palatable drinks and tinging draughts with red color. 26. Suci­vaya­karma: art of needleworks and weaving. 27. Sutra­krida: art of playing with thread. 28. Vina­damuraka­vadya: art of playing on lute and small drum. 29. Prahelika: art of making and solving riddles. 30. Durvacaka­yoga: art of practicing language difficult to be answered by others. 31. Pustaka­vacana: art of reciting books. 32. Natikakhyayika­darsana: art of enacting short plays and anecdotes. 33. Kavya­samasya­purana: art of solving enigmatic verses. 34. Pattika­vetra­bana­vikalpa: art of designing preparation of shield, cane and arrows. 35. Tarku­karma: art of spinning by spindle. 36. Takshana: art of carpentry. 37. Vastu­vidya: art of engineering. 38. Raupya­ratna­pariksha: art of testing silver and jewels. 39. Dhatu­vada: art of metallurgy. 40. Mani­raga jnana: art of tinging jewels. 41. Akara jnana: art of mineralogy. 42. Vrikshayur­veda­yoga: art of practicing medicine or medical treatment, by herbs. 43. Mesha­kukkuta­lavaka­yuddha­vidhi: art of knowing the mode of fighting of lambs, cocks and birds. 44. Suka­sarika­pralapana: art of maintaining or knowing conversation between male and female cockatoos. 45. Utsadana: art of healing or cleaning a person with perfumes. 46. Kesa­marjana­kausala: art of combing hair. 47. Akshara­mushtika­kathana: art of talking with fingers. 48. Dharana­matrika: art of the use of amulets. 49. Desa­bhasha­jnana: art of knowing provincial dialects. 50. Nirmiti­jnana: art of knowing prediction by heavenly voice. 51. Yantra­matrika: art of mechanics. 52. Mlecchita­kutarka­vikalpa: art of fabricating barbarous or foreign sophistry. 53. Samvacya: art of conversation. 54. Manasi kavya­kriya: art of composing verse 55. Kriya­vikalpa: art of designing a literary work or a medical remedy. 56. Chalitaka­yoga: art of practicing as a builder of shrines called after him. 57. Abhidhana­kosha­cchando­jnana: art of the use of lexicography and meters. 58. Vastra­gopana: art of concealment of cloths. 59. Dyuta­visesha: art of knowing specific gambling. 60. Akarsha­krida: art of playing with dice or magnet. 61. Balaka­kridanaka: art of using children's toys. 62. Vainayiki vidya: art of enforcing discipline. 63. Vaijayiki vidya: art of gaining victory. 64. Vaitaliki vidya: art of awakening master with music at dawn. ~ Nik Douglas and Penny Slinger, Sexual Secrets ,
82:What is the exact way of feeling that we belong to the Divine and that the Divine is acting in us? You must not feel with your head (because you may think so, but that's something vague); you must feel with your sense-feeling. Naturally one begins by wanting it with the mind, because that is the first thing that understands. And then one has an aspiration here (pointing to the heart), with a flame which pushes you to realise it. But if you want it to be truly the thing, well, you must feel it. You are doing something, suppose, for example, you are doing exercises, weight-lifting. Now suddenly without your knowing how it happened, suddenly you have the feeling that there is a force infinitely greater than you, greater, more powerful, a force that does the lifting for you. Your body becomes something almost non-existent and there is this Something that lifts. And then you will see; when that happens to you, you will no longer ask how it should be done, you will know. That does happen. It depends upon people, depends upon what dominates in their being. Those who think have suddenly the feeling that it is no longer they who think, that there is something which knows much better, sees much more clearly, which is infinitely more luminous, more conscious in them, which organises the thoughts and words; and then they write. But if the experience is complete, it is even no longer they who write, it is that same Thing that takes hold of their hand and makes it write. Well, one knows at that moment that the little physical person is just a tiny insignificant tool trying to remain as quiet as possible in order not to disturb the experience. Yes, at no cost must the experience be disturbed. If suddenly you say: "Oh, look, how strange it is!"... How can we reach that state? Aspire for it, want it. Try to be less and less selfish, but not in the sense of becoming nice to other people or forgetting yourself, not that: have less and less the feeling that you are a person, a separate entity, something existing in itself, isolated from the rest. And then, above all, above all, it is that inner flame, that aspiration, that need for the light. It is a kind of - how to put it? - luminous enthusiasm that seizes you. It is an irresistible need to melt away, to give oneself, to exist only in the Divine. At that moment you have the experience of your aspiration. But that moment should be absolutely sincere and as integral as possible; and all this must occur not only in the head, not only here, but must take place everywhere, in all the cells of the body. The consciousness integrally must have this irresistible need.... The thing lasts for some time, then diminishes, gets extinguished. You cannot keep these things for very long. But then it so happens that a moment later or the next day or some time later, suddenly you have the opposite experience. Instead of feeling this ascent, and all that, this is no longer there and you have the feeling of the Descent, the Answer. And nothing but the Answer exists. Nothing but the divine thought, the divine will, the divine energy, the divine action exists any longer. And you too, you are no longer there. That is to say, it is the answer to our aspiration. It may happen immediately afterwards - that is very rare but may happen. If you have both simultaneously, then the state is perfect; usually they alternate; they alternate more and more closely until the moment there is a total fusion. Then there is no more distinction. I heard a Sufi mystic, who was besides a great musician, an Indian, saying that for the Sufis there was a state higher than that of adoration and surrender to the Divine, than that of devotion, that this was not the last stage; the last stage of the progress is when there is no longer any distinction; you have no longer this kind of adoration or surrender or consecration; it is a very simple state in which one makes no distinction between the Divine and oneself. They know this. It is even written in their books. It is a commonly known condition in which everything becomes quite simple. There is no longer any difference. There is no longer that kind of ecstatic surrender to "Something" which is beyond you in every way, which you do not understand, which is merely the result of your aspiration, your devotion. There is no difference any longer. When the union is perfect, there is no longer any difference. Is this the end of self-progress? There is never any end to progress - never any end, you can never put a full stop there. ~ The Mother,
83:Coded LanguageWhereas, breakbeats have been the missing link connecting the diasporic community to its drum woven pastWhereas the quantised drum has allowed the whirling mathematicians to calculate the ever changing distance between rock and stardom.Whereas the velocity of the spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun backwards, and re-released at the same given moment of recorded history, yet at a different moment in time's continuum has allowed history to catch up with the present.We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue.Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating or anticipating modes of ultra-violence inflicted psychologically or physically or depicting an unchanging rule of events will hence forth be seen as retro-active and not representative of the individually determined is.Furthermore, as determined by the collective consciousness of this state of being and the lessened distance between thought patterns and their secular manifestations, the role of men as listening receptacles is to be increased by a number no less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as vocal aggressors.Motherfuckers better realize, now is the time to self-actualizeWe have found evidence that hip hops standard 85 rpm when increased by a number as least half the rate of it's standard or decreased at ¾ of it's speed may be a determining factor in heightening consciousness.Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.Equate rhyme with reason, Sun with seasonOur cyclical relationship to phenomenon has encouraged scholars to erase the centers of periods, thus symbolizing the non-linear character of cause and effectReject mediocrity!Your current frequencies of understanding outweigh that which as been given for you to understand.The current standard is the equivalent of an adolescent restricted to the diet of an infant.The rapidly changing body would acquire dysfunctional and deformative symptoms and could not properly mature on a diet of apple sauce and crushed pearsLight years are interchangeable with years of living in darkness.The role of darkness is not to be seen as, or equated with, Ignorance, but with the unknown, and the mysteries of the unseen.Thus, in the name of:ROBESON, GOD'S SON, HURSTON, AHKENATON, HATHSHEPUT, BLACKFOOT, HELEN,LENNON, KHALO, KALI, THE THREE MARIAS, TARA, LILITHE, LOURDE, WHITMAN,BALDWIN, GINSBERG, KAUFMAN, LUMUMBA, Gandhi, GIBRAN, SHABAZZ, SIDDHARTHA,MEDUSA, GUEVARA, GUARDSIEFF, RAND, WRIGHT, BANNEKER, TUBMAN, HAMER, HOLIDAY,DAVIS, COLTRANE, MORRISON, JOPLIN, DUBOIS, CLARKE, SHAKESPEARE, RACHMNINOV,ELLINGTON, CARTER, GAYE, HATHOWAY, HENDRIX, KUTL, DICKERSON, RIPPERTON,MARY, ISIS, THERESA, PLATH, RUMI, FELLINI, MICHAUX, NOSTRADAMUS, NEFERTITI,LA ROCK, SHIVA, GANESHA, YEMAJA, OSHUN, OBATALA, OGUN, KENNEDY, KING, FOURLITTLE GIRLS, HIROSHIMA, NAGASAKI, KELLER, BIKO, PERONE, MARLEY, COSBY,SHAKUR, THOSE STILL AFLAMED, AND THE COUNTLESS UNNAMEDWe claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter.We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun.We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us.We are determining the future at this very moment.We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stoneOur music is our alchemyWe stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and a hand full of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply the percussion factor of forever.If you must count to keep the beat then count.Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious.Curve you circles counterclockwiseUse your cipher to decipher, Coded Language, man made laws.Climb waterfalls and trees, commune with nature, snakes and bees.Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day for today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing frequencies into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry, crafts, love, and love.We enlist every instrument: Acoustic, electronic.Every so-called race, gender, and sexual preference.Every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge their responsibility to uplift the consciousness of the entire fucking World.Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slainAny utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slain ~ Saul Williams,
84:Death & FameWhen I dieI don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel CemeteryBut I want a big funeral St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in ManhattanFirst, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother 96, Aunt Honey from old Newark,Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sister-in-law blonde Connie, five nephews, stepbrothers & sisters their grandchildren, companion Peter Orlovsky, caretakers Rosenthal & Hale, Bill Morgan--Next, teacher Trungpa Vajracharya's ghost mind, Gelek Rinpoche, there Sakyong Mipham, Dalai Lama alert, chance visiting America, Satchitananda Swami Shivananda, Dehorahava Baba, Karmapa XVI, Dudjom Rinpoche, Katagiri & Suzuki Roshi's phantoms Baker, Whalen, Daido Loorie, Qwong, Frail White-haired Kapleau Roshis, Lama Tarchen --Then, most important, lovers over half-century Dozens, a hundred, more, older fellows bald & rich young boys met naked recently in bed, crowds surprised to see each other, innumerable, intimate, exchanging memories"He taught me to meditate, now I'm an old veteran of the thousandday retreat --""I played music on subway platforms, I'm straight but loved him he loved me""I felt more love from him at 19 than ever from anyone""We'd lie under covers gossip, read my poetry, hug & kiss belly to belly arms round each other""I'd always get into his bed with underwear on & by morning my skivvies would be on the floor""Japanese, always wanted take it up my bum with a master""We'd talk all night about Kerouac & Cassady sit Buddhalike then sleep in his captain's bed.""He seemed to need so much affection, a shame not to make him happy""I was lonely never in bed nude with anyone before, he was so gentle my stomach shuddered when he traced his finger along my abdomen nipple to hips-- ""All I did was lay back eyes closed, he'd bring me to come with mouth & fingers along my waist""He gave great head"So there be gossip from loves of 1948, ghost of Neal Cassady commin-gling with flesh and youthful blood of 1997 and surprise -- "You too? But I thought you were straight!""I am but Ginsberg an exception, for some reason he pleased me.""I forgot whether I was straight gay queer or funny, was myself, tender and affectionate to be kissed on the top of my head, my forehead throat heart & solar plexus, mid-belly. on my prick, tickled with his tongue my behind""I loved the way he'd recite 'But at my back allways hear/ time's winged chariot hurrying near,' heads together, eye to eye, on a pillow --"Among lovers one handsome youth straggling the rear"I studied his poetry class, 17 year-old kid, ran some errands to his walk-up flat, seduced me didn't want to, made me come, went home, never saw him again never wanted to... ""He couldn't get it up but loved me," "A clean old man." "He made sure I came first"This the crowd most surprised proud at ceremonial place of honor--Then poets & musicians -- college boys' grunge bands -- age-old rock star Beatles, faithful guitar accompanists, gay classical con-ductors, unknown high Jazz music composers, funky trum-peters, bowed bass & french horn black geniuses, folksinger fiddlers with dobro tamborine harmonica mandolin auto-harp pennywhistles & kazoosNext, artist Italian romantic realists schooled in mystic 60's India, Late fauve Tuscan painter-poets, Classic draftsman Massa-chusets surreal jackanapes with continental wives, poverty sketchbook gesso oil watercolor masters from American provincesThen highschool teachers, lonely Irish librarians, delicate biblio-philes, sex liberation troops nay armies, ladies of either sex"I met him dozens of times he never remembered my name I loved him anyway, true artist""Nervous breakdown after menopause, his poetry humor saved me from suicide hospitals""Charmant, genius with modest manners, washed sink, dishes my studio guest a week in Budapest"Thousands of readers, "Howl changed my life in Libertyville Illinois""I saw him read Montclair State Teachers College decided be a poet-- ""He turned me on, I started with garage rock sang my songs in Kansas City""Kaddish made me weep for myself & father alive in Nevada City""Father Death comforted me when my sister died Boston l982""I read what he said in a newsmagazine, blew my mind, realized others like me out there"Deaf & Dumb bards with hand signing quick brilliant gesturesThen Journalists, editors's secretaries, agents, portraitists & photo-graphy aficionados, rock critics, cultured laborors, cultural historians come to witness the historic funeral Super-fans, poetasters, aging Beatnicks & Deadheads, autograph-hunters, distinguished paparazzi, intelligent gawkersEveryone knew they were part of 'History" except the deceased who never knew exactly what was happening even when I was aliveFebruary 22, 1997 ~ Allen Ginsberg,
85:Mother, how to change one's consciousness? Naturally, there are many ways, but each person must do it by the means accessible to him; and the indication of the way usually comes spontaneously, through something like an unexpected experience. And for each one, it appears a little differently. For instance, one may have the perception of the ordinary consciousness which is extended on the surface, horizontally, and works on a plane which is simultaneously the surface of things and has a contact with the superficial outer side of things, people, circumstances; and then, suddenly, for some reason or other - as I say for each one it is different - there is a shifting upwards, and instead of seeing things horizontally, of being at the same level as they are, you suddenly dominate them and see them from above, in their totality, instead of seeing a small number of things immediately next to yourself; it is as though something were drawing you above and making you see as from a mountain-top or an aeroplane. And instead of seeing each detail and seeing it on its own level, you see the whole as one unity, and from far above. There are many ways of having this experience, but it usually comes to you as if by chance, one fine day. Or else, one may have an experience which is almost its very opposite but which comes to the same thing. Suddenly one plunges into a depth, one moves away from the thing one perceived, it seems distant, superficial, unimportant; one enters an inner silence or an inner calm or an inward vision of things, a profound feeling, a more intimate perception of circumstances and things, in which all values change. And one becomes aware of a sort of unity, a deep identity which is one in spite of the diverse appearances. Or else, suddenly also, the sense of limitation disappears and one enters the perception of a kind of indefinite duration beginningless and endless, of something which has always been and always will be. These experiences come to you suddenly in a flash, for a second, a moment in your life, you don't know why or how.... There are other ways, other experiences - they are innumerable, they vary according to people; but with this, with one minute, one second of such an existence, one catches the tail of the thing. So one must remember that, try to relive it, go to the depths of the experience, recall it, aspire, concentrate. This is the startingpoint, the end of the guiding thread, the clue. For all those who are destined to find their inner being, the truth of their being, there is always at least one moment in life when they were no longer the same, perhaps just like a lightning-flash - but that is enough. It indicates the road one should take, it is the door that opens on this path. And so you must pass through the door, and with perseverance and an unfailing steadfastness seek to renew the state which will lead you to something more real and more total. Many ways have always been given, but a way you have been taught, a way you have read about in books or heard from a teacher, does not have the effective value of a spontaneous experience which has come without any apparent reason, and which is simply the blossoming of the soul's awakening, one second of contact with your psychic being which shows you the best way for you, the one most within your reach, which you will then have to follow with perseverance to reach the goal - one second which shows you how to start, the beginning.... Some have this in dreams at night; some have it at any odd time: something one sees which awakens in one this new consciousness, something one hears, a beautiful landscape, beautiful music, or else simply a few words one reads, or else the intensity of concentration in some effort - anything at all, there are a thousand reasons and thousands of ways of having it. But, I repeat, all those who are destined to realise have had this at least once in their life. It may be very fleeting, it may have come when they were very young, but always at least once in one's life one has the experience of what true consciousness is. Well, that is the best indication of the path to be followed. One may seek within oneself, one may remember, may observe; one must notice what is going on, one must pay attention, that's all. Sometimes, when one sees a generous act, hears of something exceptional, when one witnesses heroism or generosity or greatness of soul, meets someone who shows a special talent or acts in an exceptional and beautiful way, there is a kind of enthusiasm or admiration or gratitude which suddenly awakens in the being and opens the door to a state, a new state of consciousness, a light, a warmth, a joy one did not know before. That too is a way of catching the guiding thread. There are a thousand ways, one has only to be awake and to watch. First of all, you must feel the necessity for this change of consciousness, accept the idea that it is this, the path which must lead to the goal; and once you admit the principle, you must be watchful. And you will find, you do find it. And once you have found it, you must start walking without any hesitation. Indeed, the starting-point is to observe oneself, not to live in a perpetual nonchalance, a perpetual apathy; one must be attentive. ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1956 ,
86:For instance, a popular game with California occultists-I do not know its inventor-involves a Magic Room, much like the Pleasure Dome discussed earlier except that this Magic Room contains an Omniscient Computer. To play this game, you simply "astrally project" into the Magic Room. Do not ask what "astral projection" means, and do not assume it is metaphysical (and therefore either impossible, if you are a materialist, or very difficult, if you are a mystic). Just assume this is a gedankenexperiment, a "mind game." Project yourself, in imagination, into this Magic Room and visualize vividly the Omniscient Computer, using the details you need to make such a super-information-processor real to your fantasy. You do not need any knowledge of programming to handle this astral computer. It exists early in the next century; you are getting to use it by a species of time-travel, if that metaphor is amusing and helpful to you. It is so built that it responds immediately to human brain-waves, "reading" them and decoding their meaning. (Crude prototypes of such computers already exist.) So, when you are in this magic room, you can ask this Computer anything, just by thinking of what you want to know. It will read your thought, and project into your brain, by a laser ray, the correct answer. There is one slight problem. The computer is very sensitive to all brain-waves. If you have any doubts, it registers them as negative commands, meaning "Do not answer my question." So, the way to use it is to start simply, with "easy" questions. Ask it to dig out of the archives the name of your second-grade teacher. (Almost everybody remembers the name of their first grade teacher-imprint vulnerability again-but that of the second grade teacher tends to get lost.) When the computer has dug out the name of your second grade teacher, try it on a harder question, but not one that is too hard. It is very easy to sabotage this machine, but you don't want to sabotage it during these experiments. You want to see how well it can be made to perform. It is wise to ask only one question at a time, since it requires concentration to keep this magic computer real on the field of your perception. Do not exhaust your capacities for imagination and visualization on your first trial runs. After a few trivial experiments of the second-grade-teacher variety, you can try more interesting programs. Take a person toward whom you have negative feelings, such as anger, disappointment, feeling-of-betrayal, jealousy or whatever interferes with the smooth, tranquil operation of your own bio-computer. Ask the Magic Computer to explain that other person to you; to translate you into their reality-tunnel long enough for you to understand how events seem to them. Especially, ask how you seem to them. This computer will do that job for you; but be prepared for some shocks which might be disagreeable at first. This super-brain can also perform exegesis on ideas that seem obscure, paradoxical or enigmatic to us. For instance, early experiments with this computer can very profitably turn on asking it to explain some of the propositions in this book which may seem inexplicable or perversely wrong-headed to you, such as "We are all greater artists than we realize" or "What the Thinker thinks, the Prover proves" or "mind and its contents are functionally identical." This computer is much more powerful and scientifically advanced than the rapture-machine in the neurosomatic circuit. It has total access to all the earlier, primitive circuits, and overrules any of them. That is, if you put a meta-programming instruction into this computer; it will relay it downward to the old circuits and cancel contradictory programs left over from the past. For instance, try feeding it on such meta-programming instructions as: 1. I am at cause over my body. 2. I am at cause over my imagination. 3.1 am at cause over my future. 4. My mind abounds with beauty and power. 5.1 like people, and people like me. Remember that this computer is only a few decades ahead of present technology, so it cannot "understand" your commands if you harbor any doubts about them. Doubts tell it not to perform. Work always from what you can believe in, extending the area of belief only as results encourage you to try for more dramatic transformations of your past reality-tunnels. This represents cybernetic consciousness; the programmer becoming self-programmer, self-metaprogrammer, meta-metaprogrammer, etc. Just as the emotional compulsions of the second circuit seem primitive, mechanical and, ultimately, silly to the neurosomatic consciousness, so, too, the reality maps of the third circuit become comic, relativistic, game-like to the metaprogrammer. "Whatever you say it is, it isn't, " Korzybski, the semanticist, repeated endlessly in his seminars, trying to make clear that third-circuit semantic maps are not the territories they represent; that we can always make maps of our maps, revisions of our revisions, meta-selves of our selves. "Neti, neti" (not that, not that), Hindu teachers traditionally say when asked what "God" is or what "Reality" is. Yogis, mathematicians and musicians seem more inclined to develop meta-programming consciousness than most of humanity. Korzybski even claimed that the use of mathematical scripts is an aid to developing this circuit, for as soon as you think of your mind as mind 1, and the mind which contemplates that mind as mind2 and the mind which contemplates mind2 contemplating mind 1 as mind3, you are well on your way to meta-programming awareness. Alice in Wonderland is a masterful guide to the metaprogramming circuit (written by one of the founders of mathematical logic) and Aleister Crowley soberly urged its study upon all students of yoga. ~ Robert Anton Wilson, Prometheus Rising ,
87:The Supreme Discovery IF WE want to progress integrally, we must build within our conscious being a strong and pure mental synthesis which can serve us as a protection against temptations from outside, as a landmark to prevent us from going astray, as a beacon to light our way across the moving ocean of life. Each individual should build up this mental synthesis according to his own tendencies and affinities and aspirations. But if we want it to be truly living and luminous, it must be centred on the idea that is the intellectual representation symbolising That which is at the centre of our being, That which is our life and our light. This idea, expressed in sublime words, has been taught in various forms by all the great Instructors in all lands and all ages. The Self of each one and the great universal Self are one. Since all that is exists from all eternity in its essence and principle, why make a distinction between the being and its origin, between ourselves and what we place at the beginning? The ancient traditions rightly said: "Our origin and ourselves, our God and ourselves are one." And this oneness should not be understood merely as a more or less close and intimate relationship of union, but as a true identity. Thus, when a man who seeks the Divine attempts to reascend by degrees towards the inaccessible, he forgets that all his knowledge and all his intuition cannot take him one step forward in this infinite; neither does he know that what he wants to attain, what he believes to be so far from him, is within him. For how could he know anything of the origin until he becomes conscious of this origin in himself? It is by understanding himself, by learning to know himself, that he can make the supreme discovery and cry out in wonder like the patriarch in the Bible, "The house of God is here and I knew it not." That is why we must express that sublime thought, creatrix of the material worlds, and make known to all the word that fills the heavens and the earth, "I am in all things and all beings."When all shall know this, the promised day of great transfigurations will be at hand. When in each atom of Matter men shall recognise the indwelling thought of God, when in each living creature they shall perceive some hint of a gesture of God, when each man can see God in his brother, then dawn will break, dispelling the darkness, the falsehood, the ignorance, the error and suffering that weigh upon all Nature. For, "all Nature suffers and laments as she awaits the revelation of the Sons of God." This indeed is the central thought epitomising all others, the thought which should be ever present to our remembrance as the sun that illumines all life. That is why I remind you of it today. For if we follow our path bearing this thought in our hearts like the rarest jewel, the most precious treasure, if we allow it to do its work of illumination and transfiguration within us, we shall know that it lives in the centre of all beings and all things, and in it we shall feel the marvellous oneness of the universe. Then we shall understand the vanity and childishness of our meagre satisfactions, our foolish quarrels, our petty passions, our blind indignations. We shall see the dissolution of our little faults, the crumbling of the last entrenchments of our limited personality and our obtuse egoism. We shall feel ourselves being swept along by this sublime current of true spirituality which will deliver us from our narrow limits and bounds. The individual Self and the universal Self are one; in every world, in every being, in every thing, in every atom is the Divine Presence, and man's mission is to manifest it. In order to do that, he must become conscious of this Divine Presence within him. Some individuals must undergo a real apprenticeship in order to achieve this: their egoistic being is too all-absorbing, too rigid, too conservative, and their struggles against it are long and painful. Others, on the contrary, who are more impersonal, more plastic, more spiritualised, come easily into contact with the inexhaustible divine source of their being.But let us not forget that they too should devote themselves daily, constantly, to a methodical effort of adaptation and transformation, so that nothing within them may ever again obscure the radiance of that pure light. But how greatly the standpoint changes once we attain this deeper consciousness! How understanding widens, how compassion grows! On this a sage has said: "I would like each one of us to come to the point where he perceives the inner God who dwells even in the vilest of human beings; instead of condemning him we would say, 'Arise, O resplendent Being, thou who art ever pure, who knowest neither birth nor death; arise, Almighty One, and manifest thy nature.'" Let us live by this beautiful utterance and we shall see everything around us transformed as if by miracle. This is the attitude of true, conscious and discerning love, the love which knows how to see behind appearances, understand in spite of words, and which, amid all obstacles, is in constant communion with the depths. What value have our impulses and our desires, our anguish and our violence, our sufferings and our struggles, all these inner vicissitudes unduly dramatised by our unruly imagination - what value do they have before this great, this sublime and divine love bending over us from the innermost depths of our being, bearing with our weaknesses, rectifying our errors, healing our wounds, bathing our whole being with its regenerating streams? For the inner Godhead never imposes herself, she neither demands nor threatens; she offers and gives herself, conceals and forgets herself in the heart of all beings and things; she never accuses, she neither judges nor curses nor condemns, but works unceasingly to perfect without constraint, to mend without reproach, to encourage without impatience, to enrich each one with all the wealth he can receive; she is the mother whose love bears fruit and nourishes, guards and protects, counsels and consoles; because she understands everything, she can endure everything, excuse and pardon everything, hope and prepare for everything; bearing everything within herself, she owns nothing that does not belong to all, and because she reigns over all, she is the servant of all; that is why all, great and small, who want to be kings with her and gods in her, become, like her, not despots but servitors among their brethren. How beautiful is this humble role of servant, the role of all who have been revealers and heralds of the God who is within all, of the Divine Love that animates all things.... And until we can follow their example and become true servants even as they, let us allow ourselves to be penetrated and transformed by this Divine Love; let us offer Him, without reserve, this marvellous instrument, our physical organism. He shall make it yield its utmost on every plane of activity. To achieve this total self-consecration, all means are good, all methods have their value. The one thing needful is to persevere in our will to attain this goal. For then everything we study, every action we perform, every human being we meet, all come to bring us an indication, a help, a light to guide us on the path. Before I close, I shall add a few pages for those who have already made apparently fruitless efforts, for those who have encountered the pitfalls on the way and seen the measure of their weakness, for those who are in danger of losing their self-confidence and courage. These pages, intended to rekindle hope in the hearts of those who suffer, were written by a spiritual worker at a time when ordeals of every kind were sweeping down on him like purifying flames. You who are weary, downcast and bruised, you who fall, who think perhaps that you are defeated, hear the voice of a friend. He knows your sorrows, he has shared them, he has suffered like you from the ills of the earth; like you he has crossed many deserts under the burden of the day, he has known thirst and hunger, solitude and abandonment, and the cruellest of all wants, the destitution of the heart. Alas! he has known too the hours of doubt, the errors, the faults, the failings, every weakness. But he tells you: Courage! Hearken to the lesson that the rising sun brings to the earth with its first rays each morning. It is a lesson of hope, a message of solace. You who weep, who suffer and tremble, who dare not expect an end to your ills, an issue to your pangs, behold: there is no night without dawn and the day is about to break when darkness is thickest; there is no mist that the sun does not dispel, no cloud that it does not gild, no tear that it will not dry one day, no storm that is not followed by its shining triumphant bow; there is no snow that it does not melt, nor winter that it does not change into radiant spring. And for you too, there is no affliction which does not bring its measure of glory, no distress which cannot be transformed into joy, nor defeat into victory, nor downfall into higher ascension, nor solitude into radiating centre of life, nor discord into harmony - sometimes it is a misunderstanding between two minds that compels two hearts to open to mutual communion; lastly, there is no infinite weakness that cannot be changed into strength. And it is even in supreme weakness that almightiness chooses to reveal itself! Listen, my little child, you who today feel so broken, so fallen perhaps, who have nothing left, nothing to cover your misery and foster your pride: never before have you been so great! How close to the summits is he who awakens in the depths, for the deeper the abyss, the more the heights reveal themselves! Do you not know this, that the most sublime forces of the vasts seek to array themselves in the most opaque veils of Matter? Oh, the sublime nuptials of sovereign love with the obscurest plasticities, of the shadow's yearning with the most royal light! If ordeal or fault has cast you down, if you have sunk into the nether depths of suffering, do not grieve - for there indeed the divine love and the supreme blessing can reach you! Because you have passed through the crucible of purifying sorrows, the glorious ascents are yours. You are in the wilderness: then listen to the voices of the silence. The clamour of flattering words and outer applause has gladdened your ears, but the voices of the silence will gladden your soul and awaken within you the echo of the depths, the chant of divine harmonies! You are walking in the depths of night: then gather the priceless treasures of the night. In bright sunshine, the ways of intelligence are lit, but in the white luminosities of the night lie the hidden paths of perfection, the secret of spiritual riches. You are being stripped of everything: that is the way towards plenitude. When you have nothing left, everything will be given to you. Because for those who are sincere and true, from the worst always comes the best. Every grain that is sown in the earth produces a thousand. Every wing-beat of sorrow can be a soaring towards glory. And when the adversary pursues man relentlessly, everything he does to destroy him only makes him greater. Hear the story of the worlds, look: the great enemy seems to triumph. He casts the beings of light into the night, and the night is filled with stars. He rages against the cosmic working, he assails the integrity of the empire of the sphere, shatters its harmony, divides and subdivides it, scatters its dust to the four winds of infinity, and lo! the dust is changed into a golden seed, fertilising the infinite and peopling it with worlds which now gravitate around their eternal centre in the larger orbit of space - so that even division creates a richer and deeper unity, and by multiplying the surfaces of the material universe, enlarges the empire that it set out to destroy. Beautiful indeed was the song of the primordial sphere cradled in the bosom of immensity, but how much more beautiful and triumphant is the symphony of the constellations, the music of the spheres, the immense choir that fills the heavens with an eternal hymn of victory! Hear again: no state was ever more precarious than that of man when he was separated on earth from his divine origin. Above him stretched the hostile borders of the usurper, and at his horizon's gates watched jailers armed with flaming swords. Then, since he could climb no more to the source of life, the source arose within him; since he could no more receive the light from above, the light shone forth at the very centre of his being; since he could commune no more with the transcendent love, that love offered itself in a holocaust and chose each terrestrial being, each human self as its dwelling-place and sanctuary. That is how, in this despised and desolate but fruitful and blessed Matter, each atom contains a divine thought, each being carries within him the Divine Inhabitant. And if no being in all the universe is as frail as man, neither is any as divine as he! In truth, in truth, in humiliation lies the cradle of glory! 28 April 1912 ~ The Mother, Words Of Long Ago The Supreme Discovery,

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1:I do love country music. ~ Kesha,
2:Music is the best. ~ Frank Zappa,
3:Music without words means ~ Kabir,
4:Live music is better. ~ Neil Young,
5:Music is my home. ~ Alison Croggon,
6:Music isn't fragile. ~ David Byrne,
7:playing music ~ Richard Stephenson,
8:A stone is frozen music ~ Pythagoras,
9:I love recording music. ~ J J Abrams,
10:I love to play music. ~ Gavin DeGraw,
11:I love X-Games music. ~ Jon Anderson,
12:I write music every day. ~ Lady Gaga,
13:Music is an addiction. ~ Miles Davis,
14:Music is my religion. ~ Jimi Hendrix,
15:Words are music, really. ~ Tom Waits,
16:I am a big music nerd. ~ Olivia Wilde,
17:I am always thinking music. ~ Ted Leo,
18:Music is reflection of self. ~ Eminem,
19:Soul music is timeless. ~ Alicia Keys,
20:Always, there was music. ~ Alex George,
21:Folk is bare bones music. ~ Ben Harper,
22:I believe in my music. ~ Ralph Stanley,
23:I don't use old music. ~ Gyorgy Ligeti,
24:Imagery is like music. ~ Steven Bochco,
25:Music is so personal. ~ Lisa Schroeder,
26:Music's my medication. ~ Kenny Chesney,
27:Time to the face the music, ~ J R Ward,
28:All music comes from God. ~ Johnny Cash,
29:I know music is subjective. ~ Joan Jett,
30:I love all kinds of music. ~ Boz Scaggs,
31:I make music for ears, not eyes ~ Adele,
32:I think music all the time. ~ Roy Ayers,
33:Music I do just for me. ~ Jeremy Renner,
34:Music is color blind. ~ Michael Jackson,
35:Music is just air moving around. ~ Moby,
36:Music, you see, is the key. ~ Morrissey,
37:The only truth is music. ~ Jack Kerouac,
38:Bad music can make you weak. ~ Ry Cooder,
39:I like music to soothe me. ~ Helen Reddy,
40:I like other people's music. ~ Fetty Wap,
41:I'm basically a musician. ~ Squarepusher,
42:Just follow the music ~ Miguel Nicolelis,
43:Music is an incitement to love. ~ Horace,
44:Music is half the film. ~ Matthew Vaughn,
45:Music is the 5th gospel. ~ Martin Luther,
46:Music sets up ladders, ~ Hilda Doolittle,
47:Philosophy is the highest music. ~ Plato,
48:See, music is about style. ~ Miles Davis,
49:The southerner talks music. ~ Mark Twain,
50:Everyone deserves music. ~ Michael Franti,
51:He sort of breathes music. ~ Gayle Forman,
52:I don't like pop music. ~ Michael Jackson,
53:I don't see music as working. ~ Tori Amos,
54:If it's music, I love it. ~ Randy Jackson,
55:I'm not really a music guy. ~ Dave Attell,
56:I tend to jot down music. ~ David Gilmour,
57:It's a holy city for music. ~ Hugh Laurie,
58:I was born out of classical music. ~ Mika,
59:I was raised around music. ~ Scott Porter,
60:Lil Wayne is a music god!!!! ~ Jamie Foxx,
61:Music is organized sound. ~ Edgard Varese,
62:Music will save the world. ~ Pablo Casals,
63:Oh, I'm a martyr to music. ~ Dylan Thomas,
64:I make music with no boundaries. ~ Pitbull,
65:Jazz is the music of the body. ~ Anais Nin,
66:lose yourself in the music, ~ Quinn Loftis,
67:Music can't change the world. ~ Bob Geldof,
68:Music inflames temperament. ~ Jim Morrison,
69:Music is another planet. ~ Alphonse Daudet,
70:Music is inarticulate poesy. ~ John Dryden,
71:Music makes life possible. ~ Henry Rollins,
72:No, I can't do rap music... ~ Dolly Parton,
73:Oh yes. His voice has music. ~ Ally Condie,
74:The heat comes off the music. ~ Jackie Kay,
75:The music is in minors. ~ Gwendolyn Brooks,
76:The music speaks for itself! ~ Miles Davis,
77:You understand my music. ~ Cassandra Clare,
78:A song is a poem set to music. ~ Tom T Hall,
79:[Bebop is] Chinese music. ~ Louis Armstrong,
80:Good music is good music. ~ Gretchen Wilson,
81:He makes me feel like music ~ Lauren Oliver,
82:I am never going to give music up. ~ Dr Dre,
83:I need music like I need water. ~ Amy Grant,
84:Music and dance are all you need. ~ Moliere,
85:Music brings life to my soul. ~ Judith Hill,
86:Music fathoms the sky. ~ Charles Baudelaire,
87:Music gives a soul to the universe. ~ Plato,
88:Music is a form of prayer. ~ Toru Takemitsu,
89:Music is a safe kind of high ~ Jimi Hendrix,
90:Music is catharsis for me. ~ Sara Bareilles,
91:Music is one big thing to me. ~ Pat Metheny,
92:Music is the mirror of reality. ~ Karl Marx,
93:Music pierces the sky. ~ Charles Baudelaire,
94:Music should be your escape. ~ Missy Elliot,
95:My music is not lovely. ~ Arnold Schoenberg,
96:Our parents were musicians. ~ Caroline Corr,
97:the Muscatonic Summer Music ~ Carolyn Keene,
98:I am an inventor of music. ~ Igor Stravinsky,
99:I enjoy music that is commercial. ~ Babyface,
100:I'm playin' the music I like. ~ Mose Allison,
101:In search of love and music ~ Joni Mitchell,
102:I would like to do some musicals. ~ Andy Lau,
103:I would love to do a musical! ~ Elle Fanning,
104:Let the music diffuse all the tension. ~ Nas,
105:Music became a healer for me. ~ Eric Clapton,
106:Music is a safe kind of high. ~ Jimi Hendrix,
107:Music is geometry in time. ~ Arthur Honegger,
108:Music is love in search of a word. ~ Colette,
109:Music is Magic. Magic is Life ~ Jimi Hendrix,
110:Music is part of being human. ~ Oliver Sacks,
111:Music is 'that by which I live. ~ Amy Harmon,
112:Music is the soul of language. ~ Max Heindel,
113:Music just ain't what it used to; ~ Jadakiss,
114:Music makes a quiet mind. ~ Patrick McGoohan,
115:Music tells no truths. ~ Philip James Bailey,
116:Some music really does suck! ~ Henry Rollins,
117:Wagner is the Puccini of music. ~ J B Morton,
118:Enjoy the music to understand it! ~ Toba Beta,
119:Frank Sinatra music, ~ The Arbinger Institute,
120:I have Van Gogh's ear for music ~ Stephen Fry,
121:I like the old '90s music. ~ Michael B Jordan,
122:I listen to a lot of medieval music. ~ Grimes,
123:I love all types of music myself. ~ DJ Khaled,
124:I love jazz music and sad music. ~ Fred Durst,
125:I'm just an addict, addicted to music ~ Rakim,
126:In music the present is extended. ~ Ned Rorem,
127:I really prefer electric music. ~ Syd Barrett,
128:I was born with music inside me ~ Ray Charles,
129:Jazz is democracy in music. ~ Wynton Marsalis,
130:Music and Wine are one. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
131:Music is about the performance. ~ Vanessa Mae,
132:Music is interior decoration. ~ Wayne Shorter,
133:Music is like my security blanket. ~ Yoko Ono,
134:Music is the center of my life. ~ Nina Simone,
135:Music is the language of heaven. ~ Levon Helm,
136:Music is the pathway to the heart. ~ Voltaire,
137:Music, not sex, got me aroused. ~ Marvin Gaye,
138:Music, the mosaic of the air ~ Andrew Marvell,
139:My pure love is playing music. ~ Jamie Cullum,
140:People aren't hearing all the music. ~ Dr Dre,
141:Pop music will never be low brow. ~ Lady Gaga,
142:Real music doesn't always win Grammys ~ Drake,
143:The music stuff is just a hobby. ~ Tom Felton,
144:The Music was like Electric Sugar ~ Tom Waits,
145:Where music leads, I follow. ~ Alexander Wang,
146:A dance to the music of time. ~ Anthony Powell,
147:A lot of country music is sad. ~ Willie Nelson,
148:Country's hip; it's cool music. ~ Ricky Skaggs,
149:Every language has its own music. ~ Sid Caesar,
150:Folk Music is the map of singing. ~ Alan Lomax,
151:I'd love to do music for films. ~ Terry Bozzio,
152:I don't really listen to music. ~ Phil Collins,
153:I just wanna do my music. ~ Olivia Newton John,
154:I just want to keep writing music. ~ Lady Gaga,
155:I love music, and I love singing. ~ Ben Barnes,
156:I love music and I love to dance. ~ Jami Gertz,
157:I'm not really into musicals. ~ Christian Bale,
158:I usually think in terms of music ~ Shane West,
159:Making music is fantastic. ~ Warren Cuccurullo,
160:Most people still steal music. ~ Steve Ballmer,
161:Music is a potent energy force. ~ John Seagall,
162:Music is everybody's possession. ~ John Lennon,
163:Music isn't only a profession. ~ Jose Carreras,
164:Music is part of God's universe. ~ Cat Stevens,
165:Music is poetry with personality. ~ Ross Lynch,
166:Music is the language of memory ~ Jodi Picoult,
167:Music is the universal language. ~ Swizz Beatz,
168:Music, the mosaic of the air. ~ Andrew Marvell,
169:Now AR Rahman app for music lovers ~ Anonymous,
170:There's no religion but sex and music. ~ Sting,
171:We don't make music, it makes us ~ David Byrne,
172:About as musical as a landslide. ~ Brandon Mull,
173:Dance is music made visible ~ George Balanchine,
174:Every musical scene has a cycle. ~ Paul Epworth,
175:Good music always defeats bad luck ~ Jack Vance,
176:He has Van Gogh’s ear for music. ~ Billy Wilder,
177:I go and see music all the time. ~ Rachel Weisz,
178:I got into music when I was 12, 13. ~ Meek Mill,
179:I grew up doing musical theater. ~ Chris Colfer,
180:I live my daydreams in music. ~ Albert Einstein,
181:I love every kind of music. ~ Kimberly Caldwell,
182:I love pop music. Who doesn't? ~ Shirley Manson,
183:I'm a huge fan of Eighties music. ~ Dan Stevens,
184:I'm not a musician - I'm a ham. ~ Ozzy Osbourne,
185:I'm very inspired by past music. ~ Adam Lambert,
186:I never learned to read music. ~ Norman Spinrad,
187:in music one can hear everything. ~ Maxim Gorky,
188:I prefer black music in general. ~ Phil Collins,
189:I refuse to make uninspired music. ~ Ben Harper,
190:I soon forgot storm in music. ~ Charlotte Bront,
191:I wanna go play my music in a club. ~ Joe Jonas,
192:I was addicted to playing music. ~ Hunter Hayes,
193:music as we danced our way in both ~ Pat Conroy,
194:Music has always been transnational. ~ Yo Yo Ma,
195:Music helps not the toothache. ~ George Herbert,
196:Music in Rocky has always been pivotal. ~ Bun B,
197:Music is the perfect type of art. ~ Oscar Wilde,
198:Music is the shorthand of emotion ~ Leo Tolstoy,
199:Next to music beer was best. ~ Carson McCullers,
200:Obviously music is my first job. ~ Alesha Dixon,
201:Only one music comes out of me. ~ Anthony Davis,
202:Simply put, music can heal people. ~ Harry Reid,
203:So concisely, musically we are the herb ~ Q Tip,
204:The U.S government hates rap music ~ Chris Rock,
205:We must be as pure as our music. ~ Albert Ayler,
206:Accents don't show up in music. ~ Jerzy Kosi ski,
207:Folk music is a bunch of fat people. ~ Bob Dylan,
208:Good music always defeats bad luck. ~ Jack Vance,
209:I am mortified by my music choices. ~ Roxane Gay,
210:I don't even really like rap music. ~ Angel Haze,
211:I know I'm not musically talented. ~ Rob Mariano,
212:I like music when it makes you feel. ~ Sean Paul,
213:I live in an atmosphere of music. ~ Maya Angelou,
214:I prefer making videos to making music. ~ Grimes,
215:I soon forgot storm in music. ~ Charlotte Bronte,
216:I want to be a person crazy about music. ~ Minzy,
217:Jazz is the music of unemployment. ~ Frank Zappa,
218:Music does bring people together. ~ John Denver,
219:Music is hugely important to me. ~ Rashida Jones,
220:Music is kind of my everything. ~ Juliette Lewis,
221:Music is my life and my passion. ~ Edwyn Collins,
222:Music is the shorthand of emotion. ~ Leo Tolstoy,
223:Musick helps not the tooth-ach. ~ George Herbert,
224:Next to music, beer was best. ~ Carson McCullers,
225:Pop music I have always loved best. ~ John Lydon,
226:Strange how potent cheap music is. ~ No l Coward,
227:these voices give music to war… ~ Steven Erikson,
228:Very often the music comes first. ~ Neil Diamond,
229:Yes, if he is to have true music in him. ~ Plato,
230:Country music has the great stories. ~ Etta James,
231:I am totally unapologetic about pop music. ~ Mika,
232:I love all kinds of different music. ~ Jonny Lang,
233:I'm happy. I feel good about music. ~ Norah Jones,
234:is a professional musician, and right ~ Dee Ernst,
235:Jazz music is the power of now. ~ Wynton Marsalis,
236:Musical theatre is my first love. ~ Laura Benanti,
237:Music breaks my heart constantly. ~ Rashida Jones,
238:Music conveys to us itself! ~ Ludwig Wittgenstein,
239:Music is a defining element of character. ~ Plato,
240:Music is a reflection of who you are. ~ Lil Wayne,
241:Music is a spiritual doorway. ... ~ Peter Gabriel,
242:Music is love in search of a voice. ~ Leo Tolstoy,
243:Music is the space between the notes. ~ Anonymous,
244:My heart and soul is still music. ~ DJ Jazzy Jeff,
245:Personally I prefer Gospel music. ~ Gloria Gaynor,
246:The music is everything to me. ~ Frankie Knuckles,
247:Well, I get excited about music. ~ Anthony Kiedis,
248:When i want to hear new music, i make it ~ Prince,
249:without hands, there’d be no music ~ Gayle Forman,
250:All music is the blues. All of it. ~ George Carlin,
251:God bless pop music and God bless MTV. ~ Lady Gaga,
252:Great music is great music, period. ~ Ricky Skaggs,
253:Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music. ~ Anne Rice,
254:I don't intend to stop making music. ~ Frank Ocean,
255:I don't write music for sissy ears. ~ Charles Ives,
256:If you call that music real noise ~ Joseph McElroy,
257:I guess music is your drug of choice. ~ Tara Kelly,
258:I have quite a broad taste in music. ~ Tove Styrke,
259:I love Gershwin. I love musicals. ~ Gloria Estefan,
260:I love music more than I love people. ~ Jeff Mills,
261:I'm a huge electronic-music fan. ~ Joseph Kosinski,
262:I'm composing and writing music. ~ Anthony Hopkins,
263:I'm not a musician, I just play bass. ~ Bill Wyman,
264:In this time of , music is vital. ~ Susanne Dunlap,
265:I see music as fluid architecture. ~ Joni Mitchell,
266:I see my life in terms of music. ~ Albert Einstein,
267:I've been loving music all my life. ~ Randy Savage,
268:Jimi Hendrix's music was escapism. ~ Perry Farrell,
269:Let argument bear no unmusical sound. ~ Ben Jonson,
270:Let the music defuse all the tension. ~ Kanye West,
271:Love is friendship set to music. ~ Jackson Pollock,
272:Love is friendship set to music. ~ Patricia Harman,
273:Mozart is the incarnation of music. ~ Joseph Haydn,
274:Music always sounds better on Friday. ~ Lou Brutus,
275:Music can change the world. ~ Ludwig van Beethoven,
276:Music creates order out of chaos. ~ Yehudi Menuhin,
277:Music first, music last, music always ~ A J McLean,
278:Music is the soundtrack of your life. ~ Dick Clark,
279:Music is the ultimate teacher. ~ Wassily Kandinsky,
280:Music tells a lot about a person. ~ Colleen Hoover,
281:Music, the knife without a hilt. ~ Dorothy Dunnett,
282:See the music, hear the dance. ~ George Balanchine,
283:She had nothing. Except her music. ~ Grady Hendrix,
284:Stevie Wonder is a musical genius ! ~ Eddie Murphy,
285:The music is a continuing thing. ~ Stanley Donwood,
286:The music is supposed to be healing. ~ Jeff Mangum,
287:They hear drums, we hear music. ~ Stephen Sondheim,
288:Type has rhythm, just like music. ~ Simon Garfield,
289:We are ugly but we have the music. ~ Leonard Cohen,
290:A 'band' was 'onstage' playing 'music'. ~ Matt Haig,
291:Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as music. ~ Eyedea,
292:Everybody wants to make better music. ~ Gorilla Zoe,
"Music! ~ Johnny Depp,
294:How do we let people pay for music? ~ Amanda Palmer,
295:I don't listen to music. I hate music. ~ John Lydon,
296:I grew up listening to English music. ~ Ryan Tedder,
297:I know nothing at all about music. ~ Richard Wagner,
298:I love the music business very much. ~ Connie Smith,
299:I only write when listening to the music. ~ Mod Sun,
300:I think music changes and it evolves. ~ Jana Kramer,
301:It was a sensitive and musical dog. ~ Angela Carter,
302:I've always had a love of country music. ~ Kid Rock,
303:I want my music to do the explaining. ~ Demi Lovato,
304:MTV is to music as KFC is to chicken! ~ Lewis Black,
305:Musicians are in-season all the time. ~ John Legend,
306:Music is first, lyrics are secondary. ~ Kurt Cobain,
307:Music is fulfilling. The next day you ~ Neil Young,
308:Music is not what I do, it is who I am. ~ Anonymous,
309:Music is the can-opener of the soul. ~ Henry Miller,
310:Music is to the mind as air is to the body. ~ Plato,
311:Music should always be just a celebration. ~ K Maro,
312:Music should be some kind of nourishment. ~ Chuck D,
313:Music was the voice I didn't have. ~ James Hetfield,
314:Music, when soft voices die, ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
315:Music without a message is just sound ~ Jake Miller,
316:My musical tastes change every week. ~ Kirk Hammett,
317:Of course, western is my native music. ~ Ken Curtis,
318:Pop music should be about young people. ~ Gary Kemp,
319:Rock's always been the devil's music. ~ David Bowie,
320:Serious music usually doesn't pay. ~ Elvis Costello,
321:She laughed. My favorite music. ~ Christopher Moore,
322:Swing is my favorite kind of music. ~ George Strait,
323:The sound of her name is like music. ~ Amie Kaufman,
324:With music you can speak to anyone. ~ Daniel Suarez,
325:A new music is a new mind. ~ William Carlos Williams,
326:Away with funeral music-set ~ Robert Louis Stevenson,
327:Because I cannot sleep I make music at night. ~ Rumi,
328:Blues musicians don't retire. They drop. ~ Buddy Guy,
329:Canada can be tough for urban music. ~ Melanie Fiona,
330:Country music will never be the same. ~ Larry Gatlin,
331:Don't die with your music still inside. ~ Wayne Dyer,
332:Hawaiian music is beautiful and simple. ~ Bruno Mars,
333:Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music... ~ Anne Rice,
334:I didn't really want to give up music. ~ Bryan Ferry,
335:I don't need drugs to make weird music. ~ Kool Keith,
336:If music be the food of love, play on ~ Gayle Forman,
337:I had no musical training at all. ~ Belinda Carlisle,
338:I love house music. I love all music. ~ Concha Buika,
339:I love musicals and I love Broadway. ~ Ariana Grande,
340:I'm really passionate about music. ~ Bridgit Mendler,
341:I'm so passionate about making good music. ~ Pitbull,
342:It is easy to write unthinking music. ~ George Crumb,
343:Ive got Arabic music in my blood. ~ Stewart Copeland,
344:I write music. I'm in a band. ~ Jamie Campbell Bower,
345:Jazz is people's music, a collectivity. ~ Steve Lacy,
346:Metal rusts, music lasts forever. ~ Patrick Rothfuss,
347:Mose Allison is a beautiful musician. ~ Willie Dixon,
348:Music is a fundamental human right ~ Gustavo Dudamel,
349:Music is an outburst of the soul. ~ Frederick Delius,
350:Music is not my life. My life is music. ~ Criss Jami,
351:Music isn’t just heard, it is felt. ~ Kelly Clarkson,
352:Music is the soundtrack to my life. ~ James Hetfield,
353:Music really is our daily medicine. ~ Evelyn Glennie,
354:Music the fiercest grief can charm, ~ Alexander Pope,
355:Music to me is something I did as a hobby. ~ Pitbull,
356:My ambition was to live like music. ~ Mary Gaitskill,
357:My music comes from my emotion, always. ~ Lee DeWyze,
358:Poets sing our human music for us. ~ Carol Ann Duffy,
359:Rock 'n' roll music is what gets me off. ~ Joan Jett,
360:Some people have life, some have music. ~ John Green,
361:Sometimes you have to fight with music. ~ Bob Marley,
362:Sounds mean nothing without music. ~ Jerry Goldsmith,
363:Still, making music is its own reward. ~ David Byrne,
364:What musicals need is a new me. ~ Cameron Mackintosh,
365:When words leave off, music begins. ~ Heinrich Heine,
366:Wilderness. The word itself is music. ~ Edward Abbey,
367:Women and music should not be dated. ~ Chinua Achebe,
368:Worship the music, not the musicians. ~ Eddie Vedder,
369:You are the music while the music lasts. ~ T S Eliot,
370:Actors always want to be musicians, ~ Marilyn Manson,
371:Ah music, a magic beyond all we do here ~ J K Rowling,
372:Americans are good at making dance music. ~ Ed Simons,
373:Bebop has set music back twenty years. ~ Tommy Dorsey,
374:By music minds an equal temper know, ~ Alexander Pope,
375:Denise Donatelli is a musician’s singer! ~ Phil Woods,
376:Don't die with the music still in you. ~ Wayne W Dyer,
377:Don't die with your music still in you ~ Wayne W Dyer,
378:Fashion and all that comes after the music. ~ Birdman,
379:Focus on your music and not technology. ~ Bryan Adams,
380:For me, music begins where words end. ~ Jean Sibelius,
381:Hidden speakers played harmless music; ~ John le Carr,
382:House Music isn't black or white. ~ Frankie Knuckles,
383:How that music used to make me smile…– ~ Adam Silvera,
384:I always knew I wanted to be a musician. ~ Jonny Lang,
385:I came late to the genre of folk music. ~ Tom Morello,
386:I don't like talking about music. ~ Martha Wainwright,
387:I don't listen to my own music at home. ~ Celine Dion,
388:i love music more than food!!!!!!!!!! ~ August Wilson,
389:I love my music and recording people. ~ Edwyn Collins,
390:I put music on and I drive around town. ~ Chris Isaak,
391:I really enjoy fusing text and music. ~ Jeff Britting,
392:I think that music has an endless life. ~ Anne Dudley,
393:I've had a wonderful life with music. ~ Lionel Ferbos,
394:I was never into smart college boy music. ~ Gene Ween,
395:Mozart 's music is very mysterious. ~ Walter J Turner,
396:Music and yoga have a great synergy. ~ Michael Franti,
397:Music has always felt very real to me. ~ Joan Osborne,
398:Music has no limits of a life-span. ~ Nadine Gordimer,
399:Music heals all forms of misery ~ Friedrich Nietzsche,
400:Music is a means of rapid transportation. ~ John Cage,
401:Music is life, and life is not a business. ~ Iggy Pop,
402:Music is what our feelings sound like. ~ Vera Farmiga,
403:My main thing is music; it's what I do. ~ Vanilla Ice,
404:no one has ever gone to war over music. ~ David Byrne,
405:Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum! ~ Omar Khayyam,
406:Popular music sucks so bad right now. ~ Kristin Hersh,
407:Real music to me is real; it's what you feel. ~ Ciara,
408:Remember the music is not in the piano. ~ Clement Mok,
409:Rhythm is the pulse of music. ~ Ignacy Jan Paderewski,
410:So far as musical pedagogy is concerned - ~ Ned Rorem,
411:Wagner’s music is better than it sounds. ~ Mark Twain,
412:We're not into music. We're into chaos. ~ Steve Jones,
413:Where words leave off, music begins. ~ Heinrich Heine,
414:You can never stop discovering music. ~ Rashida Jones,
415:All language is an aspiration to music. ~ Steve Almond,
416:Don't be afraid, just play the music. ~ Charlie Parker,
417:Don't die with your music still in you. ~ Wayne W Dyer,
418:Extraordinary how potent cheap music is. ~ Noel Coward,
419:Extraordinary how potent cheap music is. ~ No l Coward,
420:Family is fun, way more fun than music. ~ Aaron Watson,
421:Great strokes make not sweete musick. ~ George Herbert,
422:I cry all the time. Music makes me cry. ~ Cee Lo Green,
423:I don't want to make niche-oriented music. ~ Lady Gaga,
424:I just do what I do. I like to make music ~ Neil Young,
425:I just want to make music on the drums. ~ Terry Bozzio,
426:I listen mostly to classical music. ~ Alexandra Fuller,
427:I lived for music since I could think. ~ Hugh Masekela,
428:I love to make music and stay grounded. ~ Annie Lennox,
429:I'm against people downloading music. ~ Noel Gallagher,
430:I make music for the hips, not the head. ~ Fatboy Slim,
431:I'm definitely a risk-taker with my music. ~ Timbaland,
432:I'm not actually a big musical fan. ~ Daniel Day Lewis,
433:I'm totally within the music. I'M LOST. ~ Eddie Vedder,
434:I'm very strong creatively, in my music. ~ Leona Lewis,
435:I need drama in my life to keep making music. ~ Eminem,
436:I never feel guilty about liking music. ~ Rivers Cuomo,
437:In the past, hearing music had more value. ~ Girl Talk,
438:I still don't know how to read music. ~ Richard Manuel,
439:I trust no one who hasn’t time for music. ~ Jack White,
440:I've always stood up for country music. ~ Alan Jackson,
441:I would do anything to be around music. ~ Eddie Vedder,
442:Life and love go on, let the music play. ~ Johnny Cash,
443:Life without music is a mistake. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche,
444:Life without music is unthinkable. ~ Leonard Bernstein,
445:May the music rock and the guys be hot ~ Brenda Pandos,
446:Music attracts the angels in the universe. ~ Bob Dylan,
447:Music cleanses the understanding; ~ Henry Ward Beecher,
448:Music comes from a place we don't know. ~ Chris Martin,
449:Music has always been part of my life. ~ Jade Hassoune,
450:Music is always a commentary on society. ~ Frank Zappa,
451:Music is a universal language. ~ Sharmeen Obaid Chinoy,
452:Music is not my life. Christ is my life. ~ Jeremy Camp,
453:Music is really driving my whole life. ~ Ariana Grande,
454:Music is the space between the notes. ~ Claude Debussy,
455:Music is the strongest form of magic. ~ Marilyn Manson,
456:Music should always be an adventure. ~ Coleman Hawkins,
457:Music waves eternal wands,-- ~ Edmund Clarence Stedman,
458:No one had ever given her music before. ~ Markus Zusak,
459:One need not fear for the future of music. ~ John Cage,
460:Perhaps music is a sort of magic. ~ MarcyKate Connolly,
461:Poems are rough notations for the music we are. ~ Rumi,
462:Politics are not my arena. Music is. ~ Aretha Franklin,
463:Rock music is not meant to be perfect. ~ Ozzy Osbourne,
464:Soft silly music is meaningful, magical. ~ Jeff Mangum,
465:Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. ~ John Milton,
466:The Universe is making music all the time. ~ Tom Waits,
467:When the music changes, so does the dance. ~ Anonymous,
468:Without music, I could not get through. ~ Shawn Colvin,
469:Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here! ~ J K Rowling,
470:A life without music is an error. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche,
471:A poet is a musician who can't sing. ~ Patrick Rothfuss,
472:Bach is the beginning and end of all music. ~ Max Reger,
473:Because I cannot sleep i make music in the night ~ Rumi,
474:Especially with music, people want confidence. ~ Grimes,
475:even sure I heard the music. Maybe you ~ Tony Hillerman,
476:Hell is full of musical amateurs. ~ George Bernard Shaw,
477:He stole my music but he gave me my name. ~ Mick Jagger,
478:I always composed music as a little kid. ~ Reggie Watts,
479:I consider the Stooges to be pop music. ~ Siobhan Fahey,
480:I find most 'sacred music' pretty dismal. ~ Dick Cavett,
481:If there is no dance, there is not music. ~ Tito Puente,
482:I have never stopped playing music. ~ Jason Schwartzman,
483:I know absolutely nothing about music. ~ Richard Wagner,
484:I loved Israeli music, Israeli folk music. ~ Jill Stein,
485:I love listening to classical music. ~ Katharine McPhee,
486:I'm desperate to start a career in music. ~ Katie Price,
487:It is a great life, this life of music. ~ Ahmet Ertegun,
488:I've always been fond of acoustic music. ~ Ian Anderson,
489:I want to live like music sounds."- Ruth ~ Eva Ibbotson,
490:I wouldn't succeed at musical theater. ~ David Duchovny,
491:Music dissolves the straight and narrow. ~ Mason Cooley,
492:Music in the soul can be heard by the universe. ~ Laozi,
493:Music is a personal response to vibration. ~ Kate Mosse,
494:Music is feelings in search of words. ~ Shannon L Alder,
495:Music is indeed the Universal Language. ~ L Ron Hubbard,
496:Music is like a huge release of tension. ~ James Taylor,
497:Music is my life - acting's just a hobby. ~ Steve Burns,
498:Music kept me sane between acting jobs. ~ Chris Carmack,
499:Music makes the people come together. ~ Madonna Ciccone,
500:Music truly is the universal language. ~ Herbie Hancock,

--- IN CHAPTERS (in Dictionaries, in Quotes, in Chapters)


   22 Occultism
   14 Philosophy
   8 Yoga
   8 Integral Yoga
   4 Buddhism
   2 Hinduism
   2 Christianity
   1 Kabbalah

   24 Sri Aurobindo
   21 Aleister Crowley
   18 Sri Ramakrishna
   11 The Mother
   8 Satprem
   6 Friedrich Nietzsche
   6 Aldous Huxley
   4 Bokar Rinpoche
   3 Thubten Chodron
   3 Swami Vivekananda
   3 Swami Sivananda Saraswati
   3 Swami Krishnananda
   3 Sri Ramana Maharshi
   2 Saint Augustine of Hippo
   2 Nolini Kanta Gupta
   2 Jorge Luis Borges
   2 Jorge Luis Borges

   23 Savitri
   21 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
   13 Collected Poems
   12 Magick Without Tears
   11 The Mothers Agenda
   11 Liber ABA
   8 Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness
   7 Walden
   6 The Perennial Philosophy
   5 Twilight of the Idols
   5 The Synthesis Of Yoga
   5 The Secret Doctrine
   5 Talks
   5 Letters On Yoga I
   4 Words Of Long Ago
   4 Tara - The Feminine Divine
   3 The Study and Practice of Yoga
   3 Theosophy
   3 The Lotus Sutra
   3 The Life Divine
   3 Poetics
   3 How to Free Your Mind - Tara the Liberator
   3 A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah
   2 The Hero with a Thousand Faces
   2 The Confessions of Saint Augustine
   2 The Bible
   2 Talks With Sri Aurobindo
   2 Selected Fictions
   2 Raja-Yoga
   2 On Education
   2 Essays In Philosophy And Yoga
   2 Essays Divine And Human
   2 Amrita Gita
   2 Agenda Vol 1

0.06_-_1956, #Agenda Vol 1, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  I feel a bit lost, cut off from you. The idea of going to the Himalayas is absurd and I am abandoning it. My friends tell me that I may remain with them as long as I wish, but this is hardly a solution; I don't even feel like writing a book any longer - nothing seems to appeal to me except the trees in this garden and the Music that fills a large part of my days. There is no solution other than the Ashram or Brazil. You alone can tell me what to do.

0.07_-_1957, #Agenda Vol 1, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  There is more than a bond with those whom I have accepted as disciples, those to whom I have said 'yes' - there is an emanation of myself. Whenever necessary, this emanation notifies me as to what is happening. In fact, I know constantly, but all these things are not registered in my active memory, otherwise I would be flooded - the physical consciousness acts as a filter: things are recorded on a subtle plane and remain there in the latent state, rather like Music that is silently recorded, and when I need to know something with my physical consciousness, I plug into this subtle plane and the tape starts playing. Then I can see things, their evolution and the present result.

01.03_-_The_Yoga_of_the_King_The_Yoga_of_the_Souls_Release, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Bringing her rhythmic sense of hidden things.
  A Music spoke transcending mortal speech.
  As if from a golden phial of the All-Bliss,

01.05_-_The_Yoga_of_the_King_The_Yoga_of_the_Spirits_Freedom_and_Greatness, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
    At last clutched passionately the body of Truth,
    The Music born in Matter's silences
    Plucked nude out of the Ineffable's fathomlessness

02.02_-_The_Kingdom_of_Subtle_Matter, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  The eyes were doors to a celestial sense,
  Hearing was Music and the touch a charm,
  And the heart drew a deeper breath of power.

02.03_-_The_Glory_and_the_Fall_of_Life, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  A flaming rhapsody of white desire
  Lured an immortal Music into the heart
  And woke the slumbering ear of ecstasy.

02.04_-_The_Kingdoms_of_the_Little_Life, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  In beast and in winged bird and thinking man
  It made of the heart's rhythm its Music's beat;
  It forced the unconscious tissues to awake

02.05_-_The_Godheads_of_the_Little_Life, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Art's brilliant gleam is a pastime for his eyes,
  A thrill that smites the nerves is Music's spell.
  Amidst his harassed toil and welter of cares,

02.06_-_The_Kingdoms_and_Godheads_of_the_Greater_Life, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And the intrusion of a troubled strain
  Covers the inner Music's hidden key
  That guides unheard the surface cadences.
  Our death is made a passage to new worlds.
  This to Life's Music gives its anthem swell.
  To all she lends the glory of her voice;
  And the heart listens and the soul consents;
  An evanescent Music it repeats
  Wasting on transience Time's eternity.

02.07_-_The_Descent_into_Night, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
    In others' suffering felt a thrilled delight
    And of death and ruin the grandiose Music heard.
    To have power, to be master, was sole virtue and good:

02.09_-_The_Paradise_of_the_Life-Gods, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Across the vibrant secrecies of Space
  A dim and happy Music sweetly stole,
  Smitten by unseen hands he heard heart-close
  He met the forms that divinise the sight,
  To Music that can immortalise the mind
  And make the heart wide as infinity

02.11_-_The_Kingdoms_and_Godheads_of_the_Greater_Mind, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Discovered the seed-sounds of the eternal Word,
  The rhythm and Music heard that built the worlds,
  And seized in things the bodiless Will to be.

03.04_-_The_Vision_and_the_Boon, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Immortal Love shall beat his glorious wings.
  A Music of griefless things shall weave her charm;
  The harps of the Perfect shall attune her voice,
  The harmony journeyed towards some distant hush,
  A Music failing in the ear of trance,
  A cadence called by distant cadences,

04.01_-_The_Birth_and_Childhood_of_the_Flame, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  A hymn of rays, a litany of cries:
  A strain of choral priestly Music sang
  And, swung on the swaying censer of the trees,

04.02_-_The_Growth_of_the_Flame, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Captured into wide breadths of soaring stone:
  Music brought down celestial yearnings, song
  Held the merged heart absorbed in rapturous depths,

04.03_-_The_Call_to_the_Quest, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  O rubies of silence, lips from which there stole
  Low laughter, Music of tranquillity,
  Star-lustrous eyes awake in sweet large night

05.01_-_The_Destined_Meeting-Place, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  In a luxurious ecstasy of joy
  She squandered the love-Music of her notes,
  Wasting the passionate pattern of her blooms

05.03_-_Satyavan_and_Savitri, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Sung to by voices of the hue-robed choirs
  Whose chants repeat transcribed in Music's notes
  The passionate coloured lettering of the boughs
  Princess of Madra. Who art thou? What name
  Musical on earth expresses thee to men?
  What trunk of kings watered by fortunate streams
  And metred the rhythm-beats of infinity
  And listened through Music for the eternal Voice.

06.01_-_The_Word_of_Fate, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Life's perilous Music rings yet to thy ear
  Far-melodied, rapid and grand, a Centaur's song,
  His speech like glimmering Music veiled his thoughts;
  As a wind flatters the bright summer air,
  Our emotions are but high and dying notes
  Of his wild Music changed compellingly
  By the passionate movements of a seeking Heart
  To cry to an unseized bliss is all we dare;
  Once seized, we lose the heavenly Music's sense;
  Too near, the rhythmic cry has fled or failed;

06.02_-_The_Way_of_Fate_and_the_Problem_of_Pain, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Out of their holes like beasts they creep and gnaw
  The chords of the divine Musician's lyre
  Till frayed and thin the Music dies away
  Or crashing snaps with a last tragic note.
  Perdition's peril, the wounded bare escape,
  The Music of ruin and its glamour and crash,
  The savour of pity and the gamble of love

07.04_-_The_Triple_Soul-Forces, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And burdened with the sorrow and struggle in Time,
  An anguished Music trailed in her rapt voice.
  A low Music heard became her floating voice:
  "O Savitri, I am thy secret soul.

09.01_-_Towards_the_Black_Void, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  A new sight comes, new voices in us form
  A body of the Music of the Gods.

10.01_-_The_Dream_Twilight_of_the_Ideal, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Alluring ever the expectant heart
  Like Music that one always waits to hear,
  Like the recurrence of a haunting rhyme.
  As if a Music old yet ever new,
  Moving suggestions on her heart-strings dwelt,

10.02_-_The_Gospel_of_Death_and_Vanity_of_the_Ideal, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  But Savitri replied to the dark Power:
  "A dangerous Music now thou findst, O Death,
  Melting thy speech into harmonious pain,
  Repenting, and has laughter and has wrath,
  And both are a broken Music of the soul
  Which seeks out reconciled its heavenly rhyme.

1.007_-_Initial_Steps_in_Yoga_Practice, #The Study and Practice of Yoga, #Swami Krishnananda, #Yoga
  Dirghakala is a protracted period of practice. Nairantarya is practice without remission of effort; that means to say, it has to be done every day at the same time. The third condition is that we must have great love for it. We must have immense affection for our practice. We know how much affection a novelist has for his own work; how much affection an artist has for the painting that he does; how much affection a Musician has for his ragas. Every artisan, every engineer, every artist, and every professional has immense affection for his own or her own profession. One cannot have disgust for a profession and then succeed in it; nor should one take to it as a kind of suffering or pain. Suppose an artist feels, "Oh, this painting is a great torture and suffering for me," then a good painting will not come forth, because there is no love for it. So, the practice of yoga will yield fruits only if we have a real love for the practice; and if we have love for it, it will also have love for us. When we protect it, it will protect us. It is said in the yoga shastras that yoga will protect us like a mother it will feed us and take care of us, protect us in every direction at all times, visibly as well as invisibly. Sa tu drghakla nairantarya satkra sevita dhabhmi (I.14) then we get established. .

1.009_-_Perception_and_Reality, #The Study and Practice of Yoga, #Swami Krishnananda, #Yoga
  The reason behind our feeling a solidity, concreteness, hardness, etc. of an object and a shape perceived by the eyes, is because the condition of the senses which perceive and that of the mind behind the senses are on the same level as the constitution of the object. That is why we can see this world and not the heavens, for example. We cannot say that heavens do not exist; but why do we not see them? Because the constitution of the objects of the heaven is subtler than, less dense than, the constitution of our present individuality the two are not commensurate with each other. Or, to give a more concrete example, why don't we hear the Music when the radio is not switched on? Somebody must be singing at the radio station now, but our ears are unable to hear; they can't hear anything because the constitution, the structure, the frequency, the wavelength of the electrical message that is sent by the broadcasting station is subtler than the constitution and the structure of the eardrum. It is not possible for the eardrum to catch it because it is gross. But if you talk, I can hear, because the sound that you make by talking is of the same level or degree of density as the capacity of the eardrum. I can hear your sound, but not the sounds of radio waves, Music, or the message, because of the dissimilarity of the structure of frequency, wavelength or density of structure.

1.00_-_Gospel, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  The temple garden stands directly on the east bank of the Ganges. The northern section of the land and a portion to the east contain an orchard, flower gardens, and two small reservoirs. The southern section is paved with brick and mortar. The visitor arriving by boat ascends the steps of an imposing bathing-Ght, which leads to the Chndni, a roofed terrace, on either side of which stand in a row six temples of iva. East of the terrace and the iva temples is a large court, paved, rectangular in shape, and running north and south. Two temples stand in the centre of this court, the larger one, to the south and facing south, being dedicated to Kli, and the smaller one, facing the Ganges, to Radhknta, that is, Krishna, the Consort of Rdh. Nine domes with spires surmount the temple of Kli, and before it stands the spacious Natmandir, or Music hall, the terrace of which is supported by stately pillars. At the northwest and southwest corners of the temple compound are two Nahabats, or Music towers, from which Music flows at different times of day, especially at sunup, noon, and sundown, when the worship is performed in the temples. Three sides of the paved courtyard -all except the west - are lined with rooms set apart for kitchens, store-rooms, dining-rooms, and quarters for the temple staff and guests. The chamber in the northwest angle, just beyond the last of the iva temples, is of special interest to us; for here Sri Ramakrishna was to spend a considerable part of his life. To the west of this chamber is a semicircular porch overlooking the river. In front of the porch runs a footpath, north and south, and beyond the path is a large garden and, below the garden, the Ganges. The orchard to the north of the buildings contains the Panchavati, the banyan, and the bel-tree, associated with Sri Ramakrishna's spiritual practices. Outside and to the north of the temple compound proper is the Kuthi, or bungalow, used by members of Rni Rsmani's family visiting the garden. And north of the temple garden, separated from it by a high wall, is a powder-magazine belonging to the British Government.
  Therefore the Deity is bathed and clothed and decked with ornaments. He is fed and put to sleep. He is propitiated with hymns, songs, and prayers. And there are appropriate rites connected with all these functions. For instance, to secure for himself external purity, the priest bathes himself in holy water and puts on a holy cloth. He purifies the mind and the sense organs by appropriate meditations. He fortifies the place of worship against evil forces by drawing around it circles of fire and water. He awakens the different spiritual centres of the body and invokes the Supreme Spirit in his heart. Then he transfers the Supreme Spirit to the image before him and worships the image, regarding it no longer as clay or stone, but as the embodiment of Spirit, throbbing with Life and Consciousness. After the worship the Supreme Spirit is recalled from the image to Its true sanctuary, the heart of the priest. The real devotee knows the absurdity of worshipping the Transcendental Reality with material articles - clothing That which pervades the whole universe and the beyond, putting on a pedestal That which cannot be limited by space, feeding That which is disembodied and incorporeal, singing before That whose glory the Music of the spheres tries vainly to proclaim. But through these rites the devotee aspires to go ultimately beyond rites and rituals, forms and names, words and praise, and to realize God as the All-pervading Consciousness.
  Having maintained all through life the guilelessness of a child, he laughed at the idea of a man's being led astray by the senses. He was convinced that the world, was My and had only to be denounced to vanish for ever. A born non-dualist, he had no faith in a Personal God. He did not believe in the terrible aspect of Kli, much less in Her benign aspect. Music and the chanting of God's holy name were to him only so much nonsense.
  Second, the three great systems of thought known as Dualism, Qualified Non-dualism, and Absolute Non-dualism - Dvaita, Visishtdvaita, and Advaita - he perceived to represent three stages in man's progress toward the Ultimate Reality. They were not contradictory but complementary and suited to different temperaments. For the ordinary man with strong attachment to the senses, a dualistic form of religion, prescribing a certain amount of material support, such as Music and other symbols, is useful. A man of God-realization transcends the idea of worldly duties, but the ordinary mortal must perform his duties, striving to be unattached and to surrender the results to God. The mind can comprehend and describe the range of thought and experience up to the Viitdvaita, and no further. The Advaita, the last word in spiritual experience, is something to be felt in Samdhi, for it transcends mind and speech. From the highest standpoint, the Absolute and Its manifestation are equally real - the Lord's Name, His Abode, and the Lord Himself are of the same spiritual Essence. Everything is Spirit, the difference being only in form.
  Keshab possessed a complex nature. When passing through a great moral crisis, he spent much of his time in solitude and felt that he heard the voice of God. When a devotional form of worship was introduced into the Brhmo Samj, he spent hours in singing kirtan with his followers. He visited England in 1870 and impressed the English people with his Musical voice, his simple English, and his spiritual fervour. He was entertained by Queen Victoria. Returning to India, he founded centres of the Brhmo Samj in various parts of the country. Not unlike a professor of comparative religion in a European university, he began to discover, about the time of his first contact with Sri Ramakrishna, the harmony of religions. He became sympathetic toward the Hindu gods and goddesses, explaining them in a liberal fashion. Further, he believed that he was called by God to dictate to the world God's newly revealed law, the New Dispensation, the Navavidhn.
  The householder devotees generally visited Sri Ramakrishna on Sunday afternoons and other holidays. Thus a brotherhood was gradually formed, and the Master encouraged their fraternal feeling. Now and then he would accept an invitation to a devotee's home, where other devotees would also be invited. Kirtan would be arranged and they would spend hours in dance and devotional Music. The Master would go into trances or open his heart in religious discourses and in the narration of his own spiritual experiences.
  His mother was steeped in the great Hindu epics, and his father, a distinguished attorney of the Calcutta High Court, was an agnostic about religion, a friend of the poor, and a mocker at social conventions. Even in his boyhood and youth Narendra possessed great physical courage and presence of mind, a vivid imagination, deep power of thought, keen intelligence, an extraordinary memory, a love of truth, a passion for purity, a spirit of independence, and a tender heart. An expert Musician, he also acquired proficiency in physics, astronomy, mathematics, philosophy, history, and literature. He grew up into an extremely handsome young man. Even as a child he practised meditation and showed great power of concentration. Though free and passionate in word and action, he took the vow of austere religious chastity and never allowed the fire of purity to be extinguished by the slightest defilement of body or soul.
  During the weekends the householders, enjoying a respite from their office duties, visited the Master. The meetings on Sunday afternoons were of the nature of little festivals. Refreshments were often served. Professional Musicians now and then sang devotional songs. The Master and the devotees sang and danced, Sri Ramakrishna frequently going into ecstatic moods. The happy memory of such a Sunday would linger long in the minds of the devotees. Those whom the Master wanted for special instruction he would ask to visit him on Tuesdays and Saturdays. These days were particularly auspicious for the worship of Kli.
  In April 1885 the Master's throat became inflamed. Prolonged conversation or absorption in Samdhi, making the blood flow into the throat, would aggravate the pain. Yet when the annual Vaishnava festival was celebrated at Pnihti, Sri Ramakrishna attended it against the doctor's advice. With a group of disciples he spent himself in Music, dance, and ecstasy. The illness took a turn for the worse and was diagnosed as "clergyman's sore throat". The patient was cautioned against conversation and ecstasies. Though he followed the physician's directions regarding medicine and diet, he could neither control his trances nor withhold from seekers the solace of his advice. Sometimes, like a sulky child, he would complain to the Mother about the crowds, who gave him no rest day or night. He was overheard to say to Her: "Why do You bring here all these worthless people, who are like milk diluted with five times its own quantity of water? My eyes are almost destroyed with blowing the fire to dry up the water. My health is gone. It is beyond my strength. Do it Yourself, if You want it done. This (pointing to his own body) is but a perforated drum, and if you go on beating it day in and day out, how long will it last?"

1.00_-_Gospel_Preface, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  Though his children received proper attention from him, his real family, both during the Master's lifetime and after, consisted of saints, devotees, Sannysins and spiritual aspirants. His life exemplifies the Master's teaching that an ideal householder must be like a good maidservant of a family, loving and caring properly for the children of the house, but knowing always that her real home and children are elsewhere. During the Master's lifetime he spent all his Sundays and other holidays with him and his devotees, and besides listening to the holy talks and devotional Music, practised meditation both on the Personal and the Impersonal aspects of God under the direct guidance of the Master. In the pages of the Gospel the reader gets a picture of M.'s spiritual relationship with the Master how from a hazy belief in the Impersonal God of the Brahmos, he was step by step brought to accept both Personality and Impersonality as the two aspects of the same Non-dual Being, how he was convinced of the manifestation of that Being as Gods, Goddesses and as Incarnations, and how he was established in a life that was both of a Jnni and of a Bhakta. This Jnni-Bhakta outlook and way of living became so dominant a feature of his life that Swami Raghavananda, who was very closely associated with him during his last six years, remarks: "Among those who lived with M. in latter days, some felt that he always lived in this constant and conscious union with God even with open eyes (i.e., even in waking consciousness)." (Swami Raghavananda's article on M. in Prabuddha Bharata vol. XXXVII. P. 442.)

1.00_-_INTRODUCTION, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  wonderful, but greater yet and more wonderful are the heavens within you. It is these Edens that await the divine worker.2
  There are many ways to set out to work; each of us has, in fact, his or her own particular approach: for one it may be a well-crafted object or a job well done; for another a beautiful idea, an encompassing philosophical system; for still another a piece of Music, the flowing of a river, a burst of sunlight on the sea; all are ways of breathing the Infinite. But these are brief moments, and we seek permanence. These are moments subject to many uncontrollable conditions, and we seek something inalienable, independent of conditions and circumstances
  a window within us that will never close again.

1.00_-_Main, #Book of Certitude, #Baha u llah, #Baha i
  We have made it lawful for you to listen to Music and singing. Take heed, however, lest listening thereto should cause you to overstep the bounds of propriety and dignity. Let your joy be the joy born of My Most Great Name, a Name that bringeth rapture to the heart, and filleth with ecstasy the minds of all who have drawn nigh unto God. We, verily, have made Music as a ladder for your souls, a means whereby they may be lifted up unto the realm on high; make it not, therefore, as wings to self and passion. Truly, We are loath to see you numbered with the foolish.

1.00_-_Preface, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  This book goes forth then in the hope that, as a modern writer has put it:
    "There are not many, those who have no secret garden of the mind. For this garden alone can give refreshment when life is barren of peace or sustenance or satisfactory answer. Such sanctuaries may be reached by a certain philosophy or faith, by the guidance of a beloved author or an understanding friend, by way of the temples of Music and art, or by groping after truth through the vast kingdoms of knowledge. They encompass almost always truth and beauty, and are radiant with the light that never was on sea or land."

1.01_-_Economy, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
  Shall we always study to obtain more of these things, and not sometimes to be content with less? Shall the respectable citizen thus gravely teach, by precept and example, the necessity of the young mans providing a certain number of superfluous glow-shoes, and umbrellas, and empty guest chambers for empty guests, before he dies? Why should not our furniture be as simple as the Arabs or the Indians? When I think of the benefactors of the race, whom we have apotheosized as messengers from heaven, bearers of divine gifts to man, I do not see in my mind any retinue at their heels, any car-load of fashionable furniture. Or what if I were to allowwould it not be a singular allowance?that our furniture should be more complex than the Arabs, in proportion as we are morally and intellectually his superiors! At present our houses are cluttered and defiled with it, and a good housewife would sweep out the greater part into the dust hole, and not leave her mornings work undone. Morning work! By the blushes of Aurora and the Music of Memnon, what should be mans _morning work_ in this world? I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and I threw them out the window in disgust. How, then, could I have a furnished house? I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground.
  It would be worth the while to build still more deliberately than I did, considering, for instance, what foundation a door, a window, a cellar, a garret, have in the nature of man, and perchance never raising any superstructure until we found a better reason for it than our temporal necessities even. There is some of the same fitness in a mans building his own house that there is in a birds building its own nest. Who knows but if men constructed their dwellings with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed, as birds universally sing when they are so engaged? But alas! we do like cowbirds and cuckoos, which lay their eggs in nests which other birds have built, and cheer no traveller with their chattering and unMusical notes. Shall we forever resign the pleasure of construction to the carpenter? What does architecture amount to in the experience of the mass of men? I never in all my walks came across a man engaged in so simple and natural an occupation as building his house. We belong to the community. It is not the tailor alone who is the ninth part of a man; it is as much the preacher, and the merchant, and the farmer.

1.01_-_'Imitation'_the_common_principle_of_the_Arts_of_Poetry., #Poetics, #Aristotle, #Philosophy
  Epic poetry and Tragedy, Comedy also and Dithyrambic: poetry, and the Music of the flute and of the lyre in most of their forms, are all in their general conception modes of imitation. They differ, however, from one: another in three respects,--the medium, the objects, the manner or mode of imitation, being in each case distinct.
  Thus in the Music of the flute and of the lyre, 'harmony' and rhythm alone are employed; also in other arts, such as that of the shepherd's pipe, which are essentially similar to these. In dancing, rhythm alone is used without 'harmony'; for even dancing imitates character, emotion, and action, by rhythmical movement.

1.01_-_Introduction, #The Lotus Sutra, #Anonymous, #Various
  Constantly give offerings of
  Perfume, owers, and Music to them.
  O Majur!

1.01_-_MAXIMS_AND_MISSILES, #Twilight of the Idols, #Friedrich Nietzsche, #Philosophy
  What trifles constitute happiness! The sound of a bagpipe. Without
  Music life would be a mistake. The German imagines even God as a

1.01_-_On_Love, #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same Music.

1.01_-_SAMADHI_PADA, #Patanjali Yoga Sutras, #Swami Vivekananda, #Hinduism
  him and talking to him, that he is in an ecstatic condition, that
  he has heard Music floating through the air. He is in a
  blissful condition in that dream, and when he awakes it makes

1.01_-_THAT_ARE_THOU, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
  I am not competent, nor is this the place to discuss the doctrinal differences between Buddhism and Hinduism. Let it suffice to point out that, when he insisted that human beings are by nature non-Atman, the Buddha was evidently speaking about the personal self and not the universal Self. The Brahman controversialists, who appear in certain of the Pali scriptures, never so much as mention the Vedanta doctrine of the identity of Atman and Godhead and the non-identity of ego and Atman. What they maintain and Gautama denies is the substantial nature and eternal persistence of the individual psyche. As an unintelligent man seeks for the abode of Music in the body of the lute, so does he look for a soul within the skandhas (the material and psychic aggregates, of which the individual mind-body is composed). About the existence of the Atman that is Brahman, as about most other metaphysical matters, the Buddha declines to speak, on the ground that such discussions do not tend to edification or spiritual progress among the members of a monastic order, such as he had founded. But though it has its dangers, though it may become the most absorbing, because the most serious and noblest, of distractions, metaphysical thinking is unavoidable and finally necessary. Even the Hinayanists found this, and the later Mahayanists were to develop, in connection with the practice of their religion, a splendid and imposing system of cosmological, ethical and psychological thought. This system was based upon the postulates of a strict idealism and professed to dispense with the idea of God. But moral and spiritual experience was too strong for philosophical theory, and under the inspiration of direct experience, the writers of the Mahayana sutras found themselves using all their ingenuity to explain why the Tathagata and the Bodhisattvas display an infinite charity towards beings that do not really exist. At the same time they stretched the framework of subjective idealism so as to make room for Universal Mind; qualified the idea of soullessness with the doctrine that, if purified, the individual mind can identify itself with the Universal Mind or Buddha-womb; and, while maintaining godlessness, asserted that this realizable Universal Mind is the inner consciousness of the eternal Buddha and that the Buddha-mind is associated with a great compassionate heart which desires the liberation of every sentient being and bestows divine grace on all who make a serious effort to achieve mans final end. In a word, despite their inauspicious vocabulary, the best of the Mahayana sutras contain an authentic formulation of the Perennial Philosophya formulation which in some respects (as we shall see when we come to the section, God in the World) is more complete than any other.

1.01_-_What_is_Magick?, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Occultism
    (Illustration: When a man falls in love, the whole world becomes, to him, nothing but love boundless and immanent; but his mystical state is not contagious; his fellow-men are either amused or annoyed. He can only extend to others the effect which his love has had upon himself by means of his mental and physical qualities. Thus, Catullus, Dante, and Swinburne made their love a mighty mover of mankind by virtue of their power to put their thoughts on the subject in Musical and eloquent language. Again, Cleopatra and other people in authority moulded the fortunes of many other people by allowing love to influence their political actions. The Magician, however well he succeeds in making contact with the secret sources of energy in nature, can only use them to the extent permitted by his intellectual and moral qualities. Mohammed's intercourse with Gabriel was only effective because of his statesmanship, soldiership, and the sublimity of his command of Arabic. Hertz's discovery of the rays which we now use for wireless telegraphy was sterile until reflected through the minds and wills of the people who could take his truth, and transmit it to the world of action by means of mechanical and economic instruments.)

1.01_-_Who_is_Tara, #How to Free Your Mind - Tara the Liberator, #Thubten Chodron, #unset
  look if they appeared in color, shape, and form? Even though all Buddhas
  have the same internal traits and qualities, they appear in different manifestations to emphasize certain characteristics. For example, an artist or a Musician has an internal feeling or meaning he wants to express. In order to
  communicate it, he draws a picture with color and shape or creates a symphony with sound to express whats going on inside. In a similar way, Buddhas express their realizations in different external forms.

1.024_-_Affiliation_With_Larger_Wholes, #The Study and Practice of Yoga, #Swami Krishnananda, #Yoga
  One hundred times the happiness of the emperor of this world is the happiness of the pitris, another level which is superior to the physical world. One hundred times the happiness of the pitris is the happiness of the gandharvas, who are celestial Musicians in a world which is still higher than that of the pitris. One hundred times the happiness of the gandharvas is the happiness of the celestials in heaven the devas, as we call them. One hundred times the happiness of these celestials is the happiness of Indra, the king of the gods. One hundred times the happiness of the king of the gods is the happiness of the preceptor, the Guru of the gods Brihaspati. One hundred times the happiness of Brihaspati is the happiness of Prajapati, the Creator Brahma. One hundred times the happiness of Brahma the Creator is the happiness of Virat, the Supreme. Beyond that is Hiranyagarbha, and beyond that, Ishvara, and beyond Ishvara is the Absolute.

1.02_-_Pranayama,_Mantrayoga, #Liber ABA, #Aleister Crowley, #Occultism
  The ideal mantra should be rhythmical, one might even say Musical; but there should be sufficient emphasis on some syllable to assist the faculty of attention. The best mantras are of medium length, so far as the beginner is concerned. If the mantra is too long, one is apt to forget it, unless one practises very hard for a great length of time. On the other hand, mantras of a single syllable, such as "Aum,"
  {illustration: line of Music with: Aum Tat Sat Aum :under it}
  {illustration: line of Music with: Aum Ma-ni Pad-me Hum :under it}
  {illustration: line of Music with: Aum shi-va-ya Va-shi Aum shi-va-ya Vashi :under it}
  {illustration: two lines of Music with: A ka du - a Tuf ur bi - u Bi A'a che - fu Du - du ner af an nu - te -ru :under them}
  Some schools advocate practising a mantra with the aid of instrumental Music and dancing. Certainly very remarkable effects are obtained in the way of "magic" powers; whether great spiritual results are equally common is a doubtful point. Persons wishing to study them may remember that the Sahara desert is within three days of London; and no doubt the Sidi Aissawa would be glad to accept pupils. This discussion of the parallel science of mantra-yoga has led us far indeed from the subject of Pranayama.

1.02_-_Skillful_Means, #The Lotus Sutra, #Anonymous, #Various
  Banners, and canopies;
  Those who paid homage with all kinds of sweet Music
  With drums, horns, conches, pipes, utes, lutes, harps,

1.02_-_Taras_Tantra, #Tara - The Feminine Divine, #Bokar Rinpoche, #Buddhism
  on the upper floor of the palace, the king and queen
  heard mysterious Music coming from outside. The
  queen saw a lotus fall from the sky and land in front

1.02_-_The_Eternal_Law, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  have two ways of looking at life which are opposite sides of one reality. Between the pragmatic truth on which the vital thought of modern Europe enamoured of the vigour of life, all the dance of God in Nature, puts so vehement and exclusive a stress and the eternal immutable Truth to which the Indian mind enamoured of calm and poise loves to turn with an equal passion for an exclusive finding,
  there is no such divorce and quarrel as is now declared by the partisan mind, the separating reason, the absorbing passion of an exclusive will of realisation. The one eternal immutable Truth is the Spirit and without the Spirit the pragmatic truth of a self-creating universe would have no origin or foundation; it would be barren of significance, empty of inner guidance, lost in its end, a fire-work display shooting up into the void only to fall away and perish in midair. But neither is the pragmatic truth a dream of the non-existent, an illusion or a long lapse into some futile delirium of creative imagination; that would be to make the eternal Spirit a drunkard or a dreamer, the fool of his own gigantic self-hallucinations. The truths of universal existence are of two kinds, truths of the spirit which are themselves eternal and immutable, and these are the great things that cast themselves out into becoming and there constantly realize their powers and significances, and the play of the consciousness with them, the discords, the Musical variations, soundings of possibility,
  progressive notations, reversions, perversions, mounting conversions into a greater figure of harmony; and of all these things the Spirit has made, makes always his universe. But it is himself that he makes in it,
  himself that is the creator and the energy of creation and the cause and the method and the result of the working, the mechanist and the machine, the Music and the Musician, the poet and the poem,
  supermind, mind, and life and matter, the soul and Nature.18

1.02_-_The_Necessity_of_Magick_for_All, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Occultism
  Ah, well then, perhaps you have not understood my remarks at one of our earliest interviews as perfectly as you suppose! For the crucial point of my exposition was that Magick is not a matter extraneous to the main current of your life, as Music, gardening, or collection jade might be. No, every act of your life is a magical act; whenever from ignorance, carelessness, clumsiness or what not, you come short of perfect artistic success, you inevitably register failure, discomfort, frustration. Luckily for all of us, most of the acts essential to continued life are involuntary; the "unconscious" has become so used to doing its "True Will" that there is no need of interference; when such need arises, we call it disease, and seek to restore the machine to free spontaneous fulfillment of its function.

1.02_-_The_Objects_of_Imitation., #Poetics, #Aristotle, #Philosophy
  Now it is evident that each of the modes of imitation above mentioned will exhibit these differences, and become a distinct kind in imitating objects that are thus distinct. Such diversities may be found even in dancing, flute-playing, and lyre-playing. So again in language, whether prose or verse unaccompanied by Music. Homer, for example, makes men better than they are; Cleophon as they are; Hegemon the Thasian, the inventor of parodies, and Nicochares, the author of the Deiliad, worse than they are. The same thing holds good of Dithyrambs and Nomes; here too one may portray different types, as Timotheus and Philoxenus differed in representing their Cyclopes. The same distinction marks off Tragedy from Comedy; for Comedy aims at representing men as worse, Tragedy as better than in actual life.

1.02_-_The_Stages_of_Initiation, #Knowledge of the Higher Worlds, #Rudolf Steiner, #Theosophy
  The student has also to bestow a further care on the world of sound. He must discriminate between sounds that are produced by the so-called inert (lifeless) bodies, for instance, a bell, or a Musical instrument, or a falling mass, and those which proceed from a living creature (an animal or a human being.) When a bell is struck, we hear the sound and connect a pleasant feeling with it; but when we hear the cry of an animal, we can, besides our own feeling, detect through it the manifestation of an inward experience of the animal, whether of pleasure or pain. It is with the latter kind of sound that the student sets to work. He must concentrate his whole attention on the fact that the sound tells him of something that lies outside his own soul. He must immerse himself in this foreign thing. He must closely
   p. 45
   unite his own feeling with the pleasure or pain of which the sound tells him. He must get beyond the point of caring whether, for him, the sound is pleasant or unpleasant, agreeable or disagreeable, and his soul must be filled with whatever is occurring in the being from which the sound proceeds. Through such exercises, if systematically and deliberately performed, the student will develop within himself the faculty of intermingling, as it were, with the being from which the sound proceeds. A person sensitive to Music will find it easier than one who is unMusical to cultivate his inner life in this way; but no one should suppose that a mere sense for Music can take the place of this inner activity. The student must learn to feel in this way in the face of the whole of nature. This implants a new faculty in his world of thought and feeling. Through her resounding tones, the whole of nature begins to whisper her secrets to the student. What was hitherto merely incomprehensible noise to his soul becomes by this means a coherent language of nature. And whereas hitherto he only heard sound from the so-called inanimate objects, he now is aware of a new language of the soul. Should he advance further
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1.02_-_The_Three_European_Worlds, #The Ever-Present Origin, #Jean Gebser, #Integral
  Aperspectivity, through which it is possible to grasp and express the new emerging consciousness structure, cannot be perceived in all its consequences be they positive or negative unless certain still valid concepts, attitudes, and forms of thought are more closely scrutinized and clarified. Otherwise we commit the error of expressing the "new" with old and inadequate means of statement. We will, for example, have to furnish evidence that the concretion of time is not only occurring in the previously cited examples from painting, but in the natural sciences and in literature, poetry, Music, sculpture, and various other areas. And this we can do only after we have worked out the new forms and modes necessary for an understanding of aperspectivity.

1.02_-_Where_I_Lived,_and_What_I_Lived_For, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
  When first I took up my abode in the woods, that is, began to spend my nights as well as days there, which, by accident, was on Independence
  Day, or the Fourth of July, 1845, my house was not finished for winter, but was merely a defence against the rain, without plastering or chimney, the walls being of rough, weather-stained boards, with wide chinks, which made it cool at night. The upright white hewn studs and freshly planed door and window casings gave it a clean and airy look, especially in the morning, when its timbers were saturated with dew, so that I fancied that by noon some sweet gum would exude from them. To my imagination it retained throughout the day more or less of this auroral character, reminding me of a certain house on a mountain which I had visited the year before. This was an airy and unplastered cabin, fit to entertain a travelling god, and where a goddess might trail her garments. The winds which passed over my dwelling were such as sweep over the ridges of mountains, bearing the broken strains, or celestial parts only, of terrestrial Music. The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it.
  Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself. I have been as sincere a worshipper of Aurora as the Greeks. I got up early and bathed in the pond; that was a religious exercise, and one of the best things which I did. They say that characters were engraven on the bathing tub of king Tching-thang to this effect: Renew thyself completely each day; do it again, and again, and forever again. I can understand that. Morning brings back the heroic ages. I was as much affected by the faint hum of a mosquito making its invisible and unimaginable tour through my apartment at earliest dawn, when I was sitting with door and windows open, as I could be by any trumpet that ever sang of fame. It was Homers requiem; itself an Iliad and Odyssey in the air, singing its own wrath and wanderings. There was something cosmical about it; a standing advertisement, till forbidden, of the everlasting vigor and fertility of the world. The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night. Little is to be expected of that day, if it can be called a day, to which we are not awakened by our Genius, but by the mechanical nudgings of some servitor, are not awakened by our own newly-acquired force and aspirations from within, accompanied by the undulations of celestial Music, instead of factory bells, and a fragrance filling the airto a higher life than we fell asleep from; and thus the darkness bear its fruit, and prove itself to be good, no less than the light. That man who does not believe that each day contains an earlier, more sacred, and auroral hour than he has yet profaned, has despaired of life, and is pursuing a descending and darkening way. After a partial cessation of his sensuous life, the soul of man, or its organs rather, are reinvigorated each day, and his Genius tries again what noble life it can make. All memorable events, I should say, transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere. The Vedas say, All intelligences awake with the morning. Poetry and art, and the fairest and most memorable of the actions of men, date from such an hour. All poets and heroes, like Memnon, are the children of Aurora, and emit their Music at sunrise. To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning. It matters not what the clocks say or the attitudes and labors of men. Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me. Moral reform is the effort to throw off sleep.
  Shams and delusions are esteemed for soundest truths, while reality is fabulous. If men would steadily observe realities only, and not allow themselves to be deluded, life, to compare it with such things as we know, would be like a fairy tale and the Arabian Nights
  Entertainments. If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, Music and poetry would resound along the streets. When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence,that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality. This is always exhilarating and sublime. By closing the eyes and slumbering, and consenting to be deceived by shows, men establish and confirm their daily life of routine and habit everywhere, which still is built on purely illusory foundations. Children, who play life, discern its true law and relations more clearly than men, who fail to live it worthily, but who think that they are wiser by experience, that is, by failure. I have read in a Hindoo book, that there was a kings son, who, being expelled in infancy from his native city, was brought up by a forester, and, growing up to maturity in that state, imagined himself to belong to the barbarous race with which he lived. One of his fathers ministers having discovered him, revealed to him what he was, and the misconception of his character was removed, and he knew himself to be a prince. So soul, continues the Hindoo philosopher, from the circumstances in which it is placed, mistakes its own character, until the truth is revealed to it by some holy teacher, and then it knows itself to be _Brahme_. I perceive that we inhabitants of New England live this mean life that we do because our vision does not penetrate the surface of things. We think that that _is_ which _appears_ to be.
  Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature, and not be thrown off the track by every nutshell and mosquitos wing that falls on the rails. Let us rise early and fast, or break fast, gently and without perturbation; let company come and let company go, let the bells ring and the children cry,determined to make a day of it. Why should we knock under and go with the stream? Let us not be upset and overwhelmed in that terrible rapid and whirlpool called a dinner, situated in the meridian shallows. Weather this danger and you are safe, for the rest of the way is down hill. With unrelaxed nerves, with morning vigor, sail by it, looking another way, tied to the mast like Ulysses. If the engine whistles, let it whistle till it is hoarse for its pains. If the bell rings, why should we run? We will consider what kind of Music they are like. Let us settle ourselves, and work and wedge our feet downward through the mud and slush of opinion, and prejudice, and tradition, and delusion, and appearance, that alluvion which covers the globe, through
  Paris and London, through New York and Boston and Concord, through church and state, through poetry and philosophy and religion, till we come to a hard bottom and rocks in place, which we can call _reality_, and say, This is, and no mistake; and then begin, having a _point dappui_, below freshet and frost and fire, a place where you might found a wall or a state, or set a lamp-post safely, or perhaps a gauge, not a Nilometer, but a Realometer, that future ages might know how deep a freshet of shams and appearances had gathered from time to time. If you stand right fronting and face to face to a fact, you will see the sun glimmer on both its surfaces, as if it were a cimeter, and feel its sweet edge dividing you through the heart and marrow, and so you will happily conclude your mortal career. Be it life or death, we crave only reality. If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business.

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