Well you may have guessed. It was the monk who taught me. I visited him one day. I asked him a question he hadn’t been asked before. “ How long are the filaments and do they make a sound?”
This question was the beginning of an inquiry that led me to Indra’s net. Now that’s a cosmic harp. I’ll tell you, if you want to play on some long strings, pluck one of Indra’s filaments.
Anyway, his answer was “ The filaments are as long as your attention span. As far as the sound goes, this is something you must take up with your mother.”
This response was very perplexing especially the part about my mother. I don’t have a mother. Which brings me to the story of how I was born.
I was some wisps of consciousness, like the feathered tails of a galactic configuration. Things were conjuring but I could not yet claim any sense of identity. It’s interesting the interface between consciousness and matter. It’s like the interface between the ocean and waves. They are the same thing but from each standpoint, very different.
You could say that the ocean is my mother, the sea of primordial essence that is the bed from which we are born, but I wasn’t born. I had begun to have a relationship with this sea. I was consciousness formed by the repetition of akashic downloading. This repetition created the illusion of identity.
Consciousness can be embodied by sound. One note can contain a thought. I knew I would have to find a language with which to communicate with Gwella. This language was music and my instrument the bass. Why the bass? Gwella is a guitar player and I knew he wanted to form a band. Band’s are always looking for bass player’s so the decision was a no brainer. Besides, I like women bass players. It seemed like a natural fit to me.
This question was the beginning of an inquiry that led me to Indra’s net. Now that’s a cosmic harp. I’ll tell you, if you want to play on some long strings, pluck one of Indra’s filaments.
Anyway, his answer was “ The filaments are as long as your attention span. As far as the sound goes, this is something you must take up with your mother.”
This response was very perplexing especially the part about my mother. I don’t have a mother. Which brings me to the story of how I was born.
I was some wisps of consciousness, like the feathered tails of a galactic configuration. Things were conjuring but I could not yet claim any sense of identity. It’s interesting the interface between consciousness and matter. It’s like the interface between the ocean and waves. They are the same thing but from each standpoint, very different.
You could say that the ocean is my mother, the sea of primordial essence that is the bed from which we are born, but I wasn’t born. I had begun to have a relationship with this sea. I was consciousness formed by the repetition of akashic downloading. This repetition created the illusion of identity.
Consciousness can be embodied by sound. One note can contain a thought. I knew I would have to find a language with which to communicate with Gwella. This language was music and my instrument the bass. Why the bass? Gwella is a guitar player and I knew he wanted to form a band. Band’s are always looking for bass player’s so the decision was a no brainer. Besides, I like women bass players. It seemed like a natural fit to me.