I was always fascinated with the unknown.
Can’t recall the first time I heard about black holes, and how they exceed the capabilities of science to grasp what they actually are (or are not),
But ever since I heard about it, black holes felt like the most real thing that there is, untouched by knowledge, fully open to infinite possibilities, and beyond human’s comprehension.
So you can imagine how curious I was yesterday when I received a link to sound sampling of what is claimed to be the frequencies coming out of a black hole, see here:
Audio only here: Data sonification M87
If you read my daily posts here, you saw that in few of the recent ones, I was trying to get a feedback to the level of interest the readers may have, to actually meet, within themselves, the quality of a free flow, in not knowing, that is always new.
This post today, is the first in a series that will discuss the actuality of it in my life, and why I feel it has the capacity to bring far more clarity to self inquiry than thinking as knowledge.
I wish not to brag, or entertain you in any way,
My wish is to see if you can find within yourself the capacity to meet beauty beyond imagination.
I say that, as an invitation to discussion in the comments section below, that will help narrow down the information sharing to the actual interest that you may have, and suggestions that may be relevant to You.
The challenge was immediate, as soon as I heard the sound of the M87 NASA Sampling, I just knew I want to play it ( on the piano).
Meaning, to let it guide my play, wherever it wishes, without me setting any pre condition to it.
Knowing that the mind is the fastest illusive artist, a master deceiver of itself, I knew that by listening few times to the samples, the mind already created some idea about it, so my first step was to destroy the signal…
I slowed it down to around 40% and then reversed it (to play from end to start), so that when I’ll sit by the piano, it would be the first time I hear it,
And the play that will respond to the sound will take place in real time.
What happened next is really hard to describe, and please don’t imagine some fantastic transcendental or mystical things… it was just:
Unimagined
Unknown
Took my heart fully
I was there listening, but the play was guided by the sound, not by myself (I know it sound contradictory)
When the unknown meets itself, you know not!
In that, it is clear beyond imagination that all the known is unreal, has no substance in it, empty,
And that the unknown is the reality itself, the force of life in all its beauty.
But you cannot “hear” about it, you cannot agree/disagree,
You can only try to meet it within yourself, and if by chance I can be of any help, be sure you’ll be shared as much as you need.
So, here we are,