Dryad & Dryadditionals.

On Thu, Jan 31, 2013 at 4:41 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

>>>BREAKING NEWS ! >>
> The continent of america sank beneath the Atlantipacific and the mainstream didn't even cover it!
Meanwhile, somewhere in Eire...
Miscellaneous mundane profundities~  (Pro-Fun ditties.)
Bed at 6 a.m. after doodling dryads and checking overview updates of the spiritual health (!?) of the planet (this one).
To be rudely (violently) roused from deep slumber by the most...
horrendous persistent house shattering stone penetrating drilling noise right next to my head.
Motor reflexes surfacing i jammed my fingers into ears, animal instincts alerting down to the feet till the rubber hit the road as they say and i was up and running.  Not as if that's a first time though.  They seem to do this everywhere.  I think it's called 'progress'.
Collecting the bits of a rudimentary makeshift persona and making coffee (always a handy herbal remedy), noting that nextdoors' front lawn was strewn with cables, plastic tubes, coils of used black brushy things like you'd stick up a pipe, leading to an unmarked van (with no identifying words of apology on it), and two fellas wearing yellow sleeveless coats and the whole thing cordoned off with red and white plastic tape like a crime scene and wrapped around one of my gate piers. That's a rough description befitting the nature of the event.

I may be new to this side of the galaxy but i couldn't readily conceive quite what they might be at.  Never did find out.  They wore ear mufflers so i wasn't up to asking if they had a spare pair.

However, i bounce back quick.  Even though i am allergic (Healthily sensitive) to any mechanical NOISE, (only power tool i ever used, and only ONCE, was a chainsaw.  Preferring quietness to 'convenience.'

Which raises a relevant question as to which planet and/or plane of vibration our respective soul essence previously incarnated in.
There's plenty of valid cause to wonder.
As i casually said to Toby, as he was enlarging my prints in the copy machine, "Do you know you've got music coming out of the printer?"
I mean, it was undeniably producing harmonies and distinct chords.
Undeniably demonstrable, unless your concept of 'music' is "something we all know, that we can sing along to."

I could give numerous similar examples, and i have more than one good musical ear.  I confess without flinching, i've heard Morrocan music emitting from a fan heater.  Yet never been able to drum up a fan club for that.

Likewise, i once, while visiting someones flat, asked, "what's that tape
i'm hearing all this time?  She gave me a puzzled look, and said "That's the fridge."  "Oh," i said, "i was actually enjoying it."
There was an occasion where i visited the local sawmill.  Waiting for my sheet of hardboard to be cut to size.  A rather extended wait, with the sound of various circular saws all around.  Using a certain focus of listening and being a meditator for not far off half a century, i discerned a whole symphony of sorts in the sound texture.

On another occasion, on a plane flight over the South of France, i suddenly was 'subtly' aware of music in the inner ear which certainly wasn't coming from what we tend to call 'outside.'
Pretty amazing too, but very soft, being a combination of many modes.
Most discernable was something like distant drums of Africa, blended with something more 'classical'. But quite etherial, as it quite naturally is.
So it's not totally surprising that i've been able to sit down at a piano in public for more than ten years and play hours of unpremeditated music i've never even heard before, and received comments from numerous listeners who shared the same sense of wonder that i did.

I think, this is a good moment to openly state, i know i'm not alone in this regard, and that it's all perfectly natural, and in fact would be better recognized as being considered 'normal.'

Additionally, i haven't the slightest doubt, that i am demonstrably sane, balanced, and grounded, certainly not a 'dope fiend', i don't drink alcohol or take any pharmaceutical substance, never taken an aspirin either.  The point being, that meditation, or any artistic activity is about 'listening'.  Listening, means not having internal chatter we are pleased to call 'thinking.'  When you're thinking, you switch the focus away from hearing.  That's easily observable.  So if somebody calls you 'empty-headed', just say "Thank you", and don't even think about it.
After all, most of the things we use are only useful because they're empty.  There's nothing in them already.

Think about it.  On 'second thoughts', don't think at all. There's no need.
Otherwise you'll think you are the thinker, then you're in real trouble.
Thoughts think themselves.
If that seems questionable, try stopping them.

It IS possible to be silent.
I've said enough.

~~~~~~~~~~~
Martin. RBM.




art : dryad pencil drawing, martin law, 2013

Otherdimensional drawing 5, martin law, 2007

Otherdimensional drawing 2, martin law, 2006