A regular day on Earth, echoes, sounds and images happen simultaneously, it’s a bit chaotic, sometimes we think it’s music. What if everything we perceive was just the distant shock wave of something much more profound and brilliant happening in multi-dimensions? Stop for a moment and imagine how that might blow our consciousness? What festival of unknown? It is beyond sound and image, touch and scent. In fact, the range of divine expressions would require dozens of senses to grasp all which we can’t even imagine.
Those echoes eventually reach us, muffled, flattened and faded, sifted through a 3D filter, their intensity lowered to a frequency we can both perceive and withstand. The rest is lost to us, its only trace a strange longing for something more, a tightening sensation in the chest, art forms we can barely grasp, even those of us blessed with a third eye and sixth sense.
When that voice speaks to us, when we hear the echoes and play them, when we let ourselves be a human partition in divine hands, there is music. The most beautiful melody and rhythm, one that vibrates not for the ears but for the heart. There is no need to search for Oneness any longer because we are aligned, divine music flowing through us. Back to 12 senses instead of 6.