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Nada Brahma means God is Sound or Sound is God
This piece was written by a VERY VERY good and amazing friend of mine while we sat together in the tea-room valley-ed by tents of 60 beautiful people...stuck in the midst of rain and dust, realizing how utterly helpless we were against mother nature, at Black Rock City.
[ 08/25/00 ] [ 03:00 ] - HOW TORTOISE TAUGHT SOUL NADA BRAHMA! -
There exists in the East a legend which relates that The Great Spirit made a statue of clay in the image we now know as human, and asked the soul to enter into it. But the soul refused to enter into this prison, for its nature is to fly about freely, and not be limited and bound to any sort of captivity. The soul did not wish in the least to enter this prison. Then the Great Spirit asked the angels and devas to play their music and, as they played, the soul was moved to ecstasy. Through that ecstasy--in order to make this music more clear to itself--it entered this body.
Inside the body, Soul was able to now see the world of light and form, it felt the substance of matter with its touch, took in the fragrance of the world through smell, tasted the flavors of life on its tongue. Soul was so completely taken by these things that it completely forgot it ever existed outside of the body, for time and memory were also new to Soul who had no use of such things in Eternity. But in Soul's mind was planted one single memory, the memory of that original song which gave the soul a feeling of longing for something outside of the world of the senses. In fact it was for that purpose that Soul was given a mind in the first place, to remember that song and to sing it to its heart in times of suffering and confusion, which always accompany life and the complex world of the senses. But the memory of the song was fading, and Soul's heart became undernourished and sad, and Soul's mind became clouded and lonely. Not knowing what else to do, Soul and its body walked into the desert to lose itself in the blank expanse of nothingness, eager to escape life and the world of the senses. Starving and thirsty, its feet blistered and its eyes burning its ears ringing with nothing but the cold, white noise of the wind, Soul sat its body down in the middle of a dry lake and began to die.
Tortoise, strolling through the desert, came across Soul and its body. Tortoise carried the body to a nearby cave where he gave it food and water. But Soul was less than grateful, for with the return of its health came the return of its sadness. Tortoise then began to sing, feeding Soul's heart, which felt joy for the first time since Soul's mind had forgotten the song. Tortoise then began to beat out a rhythm on its stomach and carapace to accompany the song, and Soul felt the rhythm on its body, and with every beat, Tortoise's beat went through Soul's body and touched its own heart. "It is in this way that the body remembers the song," Tortoise told Soul. "Memory resides in the body as much as it does in the mind. Just as music is made up of rhythm as tone." The rhythm made Soul's warming heart beat stronger, and Soul's too began drumming on his body, singing along with Tortoise.
While they were playing their music, Snake came from its nest deep within the cave. Mesmerized by the music, Snake slithered up to Tortoise and his student and began to dance. Tortoise said, "Look at Snake, see how she moves with the rhythm of the tides? This desert was once a great sea, full of life. But like all things, the sea moved on, continuing its journey to other parts of the world. But Snake loved the sea so much that she keeps it with her through this movement she does with the music." As Snake danced on, it began to rain, and suddenly life began to spring up all over the desert. Moss began to form on the rocks. Plants began to grow through the cracks in the dried desert floor. Small animals came out of hiding to drink from the puddles forming on the ground. "It is for this reason you have been given your body," said Tortoise, "So that you may dance. So that you can become the vibrations of music and become life, to celebrate it and create life around you. So you may translate your inner joy into movement, thought into action, sound into body. And when you do this, your soul becomes free once again, allowing it--for the duration of the dance--to rejoin the One, from which we all have come, and to where we all will someday return." Soul stood up, fatigue and sadness a fading memory, and joined Snake in her dance.
The rain stopped as night fell, and a full moon rose in the sky. Soul, Tortoise and Snake were joined in the dance by the awakened life of the desert, and they created a world made of their dreams, lit by the moonlight. Morning came, and shortly after sunrise the damp desert floor began to dry once again. The desert animal life returned to their respective homes, and the small plants shrunk once again into their cracks. Snake slithered gracefully back into the darkness of the cave into her nest, and Tortoise pulled his head into its shell and drifted off to a deep, peaceful sleep, the echoes of the evening's music still dancing around in his shell. Soul, feeling its sore, happy body, walked with a smile in its heart, and a spring in its step, humming a song to the morning sun.
Soul becomes body,
Sound Becomes light.
White light by day,
Black Light By night.
Tortoise!
- MoMo -
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"Like a bird on a wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free" - Leonard Cohen
[This message has been edited by writnpage (edited 11 September 2000).]
This piece was written by a VERY VERY good and amazing friend of mine while we sat together in the tea-room valley-ed by tents of 60 beautiful people...stuck in the midst of rain and dust, realizing how utterly helpless we were against mother nature, at Black Rock City.
[ 08/25/00 ] [ 03:00 ] - HOW TORTOISE TAUGHT SOUL NADA BRAHMA! -
There exists in the East a legend which relates that The Great Spirit made a statue of clay in the image we now know as human, and asked the soul to enter into it. But the soul refused to enter into this prison, for its nature is to fly about freely, and not be limited and bound to any sort of captivity. The soul did not wish in the least to enter this prison. Then the Great Spirit asked the angels and devas to play their music and, as they played, the soul was moved to ecstasy. Through that ecstasy--in order to make this music more clear to itself--it entered this body.
Inside the body, Soul was able to now see the world of light and form, it felt the substance of matter with its touch, took in the fragrance of the world through smell, tasted the flavors of life on its tongue. Soul was so completely taken by these things that it completely forgot it ever existed outside of the body, for time and memory were also new to Soul who had no use of such things in Eternity. But in Soul's mind was planted one single memory, the memory of that original song which gave the soul a feeling of longing for something outside of the world of the senses. In fact it was for that purpose that Soul was given a mind in the first place, to remember that song and to sing it to its heart in times of suffering and confusion, which always accompany life and the complex world of the senses. But the memory of the song was fading, and Soul's heart became undernourished and sad, and Soul's mind became clouded and lonely. Not knowing what else to do, Soul and its body walked into the desert to lose itself in the blank expanse of nothingness, eager to escape life and the world of the senses. Starving and thirsty, its feet blistered and its eyes burning its ears ringing with nothing but the cold, white noise of the wind, Soul sat its body down in the middle of a dry lake and began to die.
Tortoise, strolling through the desert, came across Soul and its body. Tortoise carried the body to a nearby cave where he gave it food and water. But Soul was less than grateful, for with the return of its health came the return of its sadness. Tortoise then began to sing, feeding Soul's heart, which felt joy for the first time since Soul's mind had forgotten the song. Tortoise then began to beat out a rhythm on its stomach and carapace to accompany the song, and Soul felt the rhythm on its body, and with every beat, Tortoise's beat went through Soul's body and touched its own heart. "It is in this way that the body remembers the song," Tortoise told Soul. "Memory resides in the body as much as it does in the mind. Just as music is made up of rhythm as tone." The rhythm made Soul's warming heart beat stronger, and Soul's too began drumming on his body, singing along with Tortoise.
While they were playing their music, Snake came from its nest deep within the cave. Mesmerized by the music, Snake slithered up to Tortoise and his student and began to dance. Tortoise said, "Look at Snake, see how she moves with the rhythm of the tides? This desert was once a great sea, full of life. But like all things, the sea moved on, continuing its journey to other parts of the world. But Snake loved the sea so much that she keeps it with her through this movement she does with the music." As Snake danced on, it began to rain, and suddenly life began to spring up all over the desert. Moss began to form on the rocks. Plants began to grow through the cracks in the dried desert floor. Small animals came out of hiding to drink from the puddles forming on the ground. "It is for this reason you have been given your body," said Tortoise, "So that you may dance. So that you can become the vibrations of music and become life, to celebrate it and create life around you. So you may translate your inner joy into movement, thought into action, sound into body. And when you do this, your soul becomes free once again, allowing it--for the duration of the dance--to rejoin the One, from which we all have come, and to where we all will someday return." Soul stood up, fatigue and sadness a fading memory, and joined Snake in her dance.
The rain stopped as night fell, and a full moon rose in the sky. Soul, Tortoise and Snake were joined in the dance by the awakened life of the desert, and they created a world made of their dreams, lit by the moonlight. Morning came, and shortly after sunrise the damp desert floor began to dry once again. The desert animal life returned to their respective homes, and the small plants shrunk once again into their cracks. Snake slithered gracefully back into the darkness of the cave into her nest, and Tortoise pulled his head into its shell and drifted off to a deep, peaceful sleep, the echoes of the evening's music still dancing around in his shell. Soul, feeling its sore, happy body, walked with a smile in its heart, and a spring in its step, humming a song to the morning sun.
Soul becomes body,
Sound Becomes light.
White light by day,
Black Light By night.
Tortoise!
- MoMo -
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"Like a bird on a wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free" - Leonard Cohen
[This message has been edited by writnpage (edited 11 September 2000).]
