As The Plot Thickens...

It always seems the 'The Morning After' completing a Kundalini Yoga practice for 40, 90, or 120 days brings a flood of newfound insights; as if the well of wisdom has now become deeper.

Sitting in my living room listening to Delerium's "Nuages de Monde" CD is making me flow to places in my mind and thoughts that are making extraordinary connections. It is facilitating the exploration of spontaneous impulses to draw several books down from my library-like shelves. This always happens when an extreme insight is on its way...

The 6th track on Delerium's CD is 'Tectonic Shift'. The way the music runs the gamut from minor to major and back to minor key is music to my soul on any day, but today in particular. I think of plates shifting within the earth, within my mind, and within my skull. My chiropractor has explained how the gentle adjustment techniques of NUCCA Upper Cervical Care can be felt as a shifting of the plates of the skull back into place. I visualize it as a three-dimensional puzzle, where someone has left the cardboard not a bit flush with the other pieces, and he is pushing it back in.

Along with that sensation and visualization, I see how, since everything comes from and is created by sound, the musical soundtrack to that 'tectonic shift' in my skull could be something like this music. A minor, skulking, cautious sound that morphs into joy, slips into caution again, then back into joy. Back and forth, as the plates continue to adapt to accepting the proper placement they have not felt in literally years!

When I open the CD booklet, the liner notes for several tracks grab my attention:

'Sister Sojourn Ghost', featuring Katharine Blake and Medaeval Babes ~
"The words to this song are made up by Katharine Blake in her own secret language, and so it is very much about the sound of the words and not the meaning. Originally she intended to replace them with 'proper' lyrics, but eventually liked the sound of the words so much she left them in place!"

This is marvelous! I feel as if my body speaks a private language of its own, expressly to me, and it will always be that way. No one, not even my former stalker, can crack that code. No one. Ever. That language is mine, and others, if they 'hear' it can only just revel in the musicality of it.

'Indoctrination', featuring Kiran Ahluwalia ~
"The rhythm of this track instantly gave me the feeling of momentum. I imagined an epic journey -- a caravan with a special quest. Once I got the idea of traveling to find something, then the words came to me... 'Chalo ni sakhi, dhundo moray mun ke khevaiya' This translates as 'Come with me my friend, lets find the one who will guide the well being of my mind."

For me that would be already found, in my Gurdwara at home, with the Siri Guru Granth Sahib. That would be my true Husband Lord.

'Extollere', featuring Katharine Blake and Medaeval Babes ~
"The words to this song are an extract from a Middle English poem entitled 'Love for a Beautiful Lady': they recount how the poet, ovrseas and parted from his loved one, pleads with the Northern wind to blow his beloved home to him so they may be reunited."

'Angelicus', featuring Isabel Bayrakdarian ~
"The pieces I sing are based on excerpts from medieval Armenian hymns, dating as early as the 5th century. Only the words Alleluia and Amen are sung and the rest are all vocalises. I've always believed that the profound music of the Armenian Church transcends cultural and language barriers; thus, one doesn't necessarily have to understand the Armenian language to 'feel' this music in their heart and establish a connection with the divine God."

I'd never read this before years ago when I bought the CD. I'd bought Delerium's first CD while in Chicago to see Bjork with someone who couldn't love me. Looking back, I see this as the true Source of all Love reaching out to me, and trying to help me see where he really was in my heart all along. And she is right, you can simply and utterly feel it.

Once, when I was all of 13, my family was in Cologne, Germany getting of a boat that had traveled up the Rhine River from Wiesbaden. As we stepped off, we came around a corner to hear the Latin High Mass in Cologne Cathedral. Its high black spires grew up as if from the earth like a rock formation against the rainy, gray sky...but inside, the light was visible. The sound was heavenly and healing. And even though I had studied one year of Latin already at prep school, I gave up trying to make out the words and just listen to it.

The beauty of communication without words is present for me in the music of the string instruments: of the violin and cello, of the bass. Hans Christian's recent CD of classical-based cello compositions make my soul sing. The titles of the tracks hold me in just as much awe as the liner notes for Delerium's CD.

And there is a little more to come...