I Can Dance

So we've discussed the human's spirit and the over-riding Soul and how they are doing three-dimensional Time. But...

But what does that SOUND like?

You heard me, or read, right. I want to know the SOUND...

O.K., it's like this: Here i am one day minding my own misery when i get an email out of the blue.

The Words... pure poetry, ladies and gentlemen. Pure Poetry. (I'd share, but being stingy and all, um, NO.)

And the melody these selected cords strummed in my heart resonated the entire day through. Likely will for many to come.

I Hear Them, and proffer smile like Pavlov's dog for food at the bell...

Only one other person in 42 years has effected me this way with words. Well, words are images-- or paint them-- and the images this Soul projected to me were of dream-like quality, with all the positive implied therein.
Dreams-- not the two-dimensional world of tellie or even the Big Screen, which is still flat no matter your seat or popcorn bucket size...
Dreams... the other three-dimensional mindseye.

Too many, I fear, never hear the music another Soul can harmonize with theirs. Hell, too many never silence their own feeble grey matter long enough to hear their OWN TUNE, much less possible same-tuning as another...

Why I have been so blessed as to be dancing to the Rhythm again, je ne sais pas.

Mais Ca Va.

I can dance. If i want to...(I can leave your friends behind...)



Slainte!

Cygnus