great story. My mother born in the Netherlands in 1923 was an organ music "groupie" she loved organ music so much. She could play the organ and the piano.
She has taken me on many adventures to churches with very old organs. They are treasures and the music is breathtaking
Thank you. So are you. I could have gone on and on. It must have been what some call lucid dreaming. After becoming one of these balloons and finding myself bumping dozens of the others because we were squeezed together like families at a Disney World restaurant in that it was a cluster of three-dimensional spirits and we all began to dissolve and the whole mob of us, bobbing along like Manatees, mingle and jiggle into a living Jackson Pollock painting, losing any feeling of ego. I can't wait to return.
Charles, THIS is beautiful! Not long ago, on a river cruise through Germany, my family happened into one of the amazing cathedrals there when an organist was practicing—we felt privileged as if it were a private concert. Like you experienced, the acoustics were amazing.
Your meditation also evoked memories for me—a Buddhist teacher once led a meditation along this same path. But it evoked a different memory too—the opening scene of the movie Contact. If you haven’t seen it, I’d be interested in your reflection if the filmmakers captured the essence of the meditation. https://youtu.be/EWwhQB3TKXA?si=d01mGo8-bLFjUOc2
Sadly, CONTACT was made before Streaming & I threw away my DVD player years ago. I get emails from the Asheville chapter of CD5. Is it about contacting aliens and meditating to attract them? Never heard of it.
A wonderful story Charles. Thanks for sharing this perspective. Always good to see you in the feed.
That brought back fond memories of our years in Europe
I may borrow your meditation, if you don't mind? (Yes, everything is connected. Faith is a way to see that, I think.)
I don't mind.
I have faith in dark matter and the One who made it.
Great piece!
great story. My mother born in the Netherlands in 1923 was an organ music "groupie" she loved organ music so much. She could play the organ and the piano.
She has taken me on many adventures to churches with very old organs. They are treasures and the music is breathtaking
That's beautiful.
Thank you. So are you. I could have gone on and on. It must have been what some call lucid dreaming. After becoming one of these balloons and finding myself bumping dozens of the others because we were squeezed together like families at a Disney World restaurant in that it was a cluster of three-dimensional spirits and we all began to dissolve and the whole mob of us, bobbing along like Manatees, mingle and jiggle into a living Jackson Pollock painting, losing any feeling of ego. I can't wait to return.
Charles, THIS is beautiful! Not long ago, on a river cruise through Germany, my family happened into one of the amazing cathedrals there when an organist was practicing—we felt privileged as if it were a private concert. Like you experienced, the acoustics were amazing.
Your meditation also evoked memories for me—a Buddhist teacher once led a meditation along this same path. But it evoked a different memory too—the opening scene of the movie Contact. If you haven’t seen it, I’d be interested in your reflection if the filmmakers captured the essence of the meditation. https://youtu.be/EWwhQB3TKXA?si=d01mGo8-bLFjUOc2
Sadly, CONTACT was made before Streaming & I threw away my DVD player years ago. I get emails from the Asheville chapter of CD5. Is it about contacting aliens and meditating to attract them? Never heard of it.