I meet and get to know a woman with impeccable taste in music, and for even more weird music than I am familiar with. She shares some music, and it opens a whole new world for me. As I listen to it, the music tingles and crackles through my being. It’s a visceral and sensual experience, beyond anything I have known before. I am grateful and happy to have found her and for having my music horizons opened so far beyond what I was familiar with.
My connection with her is intimate and rich, and as musical soulmate friends. I am already in a relationship, and what I have with this new friend is about music and what that music opens up for and in both of us.
I heard the music in great detail in the dream, and it was in different styles and composers.
It had an amazing effect on my whole being, tingling, popping, and crackling throughout me like a fizzy drink.
The music was way beyond anything I have heard before, and the effect – the depth, richness, and aliveness – was far beyond anything I have known before.
As I woke up from this dream, my first thought was: Oh no, it was just a dream. I was so happy to have met her, and now I am losing her. My next thought was: Although she is in me, the music is in me. I am her and the music, it’s all here.
It was a moving dream.
I listened to Lamomali the day and night before, and although I love the music, I know that what’s possible is far beyond this and almost any other music. The one I know who can touch what I know is possible is Arvo Pärt. That’s the same with visual art. A few can touch the edge of what’s possible.
They can touch the edge of what I was familiar with from between incarnations (similar to near-death experience). They can touch the edge of what was revealed in the initial oneness shift when I was sixteen. They can touch the edge of the richness and quiet bliss that’s here now.
What was it about? I suspect it was about just that – the amazing richness and quiet bliss that’s here throughout my being, as this human self and Big Mind. The day before, I had invited in healing for myself using the familiar and intuitive approach that came to me in my teens. (And which seems remarkably effective.) I invited in healing for the energy production of each cell, and went to sleep noticing golden spots in each cell in my body.