
Originally Posted by
Captain Beyond
The creative mind,as in writers,often has the ability to tap into this higher plane and extract certain ideas and concepts.Those who are very creative,often have this ability,much as some of our most visionary inventors did have.When we are in the creative mode of awareness,we lose our attachements with this physical world,and can often tap into the"collective consciousness",or higher planes of existance.CB
As a great appreciator of the fine art of song crafting, it's immediately obvious to me whether music I'm listening to has come from this higher plane of existence or not. Songs work on our highest level of perception; the part of our minds that we use for remote viewing and that gives us significant dreams is also the part we use in creating and in listening to music. The best songs, of course, come through songwriters with great ability to tap into the collective consciousness as they write - this is true channeling! - but even they have to meet deadlines sometimes and, to meet them, will hammer out material that, while theoretically as well-crafted as the "otherworldly" inspired things, lacks that hard-to-define spark, that x-factor, that their best songs have. I can spot these right away and they're the songs that always get my finger tapping... on the "skip" button, that is.
Jeff Tweedy, the leader of one of my favorite bands, Wilco, wrote in 2000 a very achingly beautiful song called "Jesus, etc.". This ineffably sad, haunting song was recorded for an album that, due to legal hangups, wasn't released until spring 2002 but the film "I Am Trying To Break Your Heart" documents that the song was written/recorded well before the events of September 11, 2001.
Tweedy wrote these lyrics inspired by images from the higher levels of consciousness, the part of existence which knows no time, in what was, effectively, an unintentional remote viewing of that day as the buildings came down:
"Jesus, etc."
-Jeff Tweedy
Jesus, don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can combine anything you want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can come by any time you want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Our love
Our love
Our love is all we have
Our love
Our love is all of God's money
Everyone is a burning sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
...this has been a rather long and meandering way to address shecoda's question (and I do apologize for going into other topics to make my point).
"The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it."
--G.B. Shaw
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