Music has an interesting effect on me. When I listen to
(good) music whilst training, I train much harder with less effort. I don’t
feel any more tired afterwards and I’m in an even greater mood the rest of the
day than through exercise alone. I like to imagine that my good mood is
contagious and that the people around me also benefit from my elevated energy
levels. I am convinced that no anti-depressant can be even half as potent as
the combination of good exercise and good music.
The effects of dancing to good music are even more powerful.
When I feel music in my bones, I let it take over my entire being. I lose track
of the different notes and the lyrics become irrelevant. Even the theme of the song
disappears as I am possessed by the passion where it springs from. Depending on
the energy of the song, I am transported to another landscape, the one where
dreams are born. Allowing this rhythm to infuse my being, I am connected to the
stars whilst feeling the energy of Mother Earth rising up through my feet. I
don’t even know what my body is doing as I merge with the core of some passionate
idea that came into existence as a song. My batteries are charged and afterwards
I often find my head buzzing with ideas urging me to express them. When I come out
of my trance, I feel spaced out and would wonder who on earth needs drugs when
you can get high as a kite on dancing, without the side effects.
I don’t know many people who don’t love some form of music
and yet I’m not sure we realise what a potent and important tool it is. Those
who banned it (with dancing) in certain countries and eras must have realised
its power. I often think that the value of art isn’t fully appreciated in the
culture I live in. Art is a nice to have rather than a necessity – the necessities
are mostly limited to getting bread on the table and remaining stuck in our
treadmill lifestyle. The true artists understand on a deeper level that music
is more than a few notes stringed together or a product of the intellect. It is
an expression of the soul. The more sincere the art is and the deeper the place
that it comes from, the greater is its power to stir something in someone else,
waking them up to their deepest desires also. It connects us to the fabric of
which life is woven, asking us to remember what we would like to bring into the
world. The power of music is to inspire in us dreams of the world we would like
to see so we in turn may influence rather than for ever reacting to what has
already been established.
Creating art is an interesting process because there is some
ambiguity about how the art came into being. On the one hand, the artist seems
to be the creator. On the other, the artist is merely the channel through which
ideas express themselves. The best art comes from a place beyond the mind,
pushing itself into being through the artist as vessel. In that sense, the idea
chooses the artist and will badger him in some way or another until he shares
the light with the world.
I could think in the same way of us being dreams in the mind
of Creator. Looking at it that way, music teaches us something about our lives.
If we want to be truly creative and live from the place where good music comes
from, we have to find the songs of our souls. It’s not something we have to
invent: the songs of our souls are there, waiting for us to sing them. To make
the effect even more potent, we have to dance them into the world, translated
as bringing our light into the world through action. I don’t think what we busy
ourselves with is even that important. What is more important is that we are
connected to the flow whilst acting, because that is how we will transform our
reality.
Living life from the place where good music is born can free
us of the necessity to always have to get somewhere or obtain something.
Bringing our song to the moment we are in is a good place to start creating a
lighter, freer world.
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