Where Everything Is Music

Rumi, From : The Essential Rumi


Don't worry about saving those songs.

And if one of our instruments breaks,

it doesn't matter.


We have fallen into the  place

where everything is music.


The strumming and the flute notes

rise into the atmosphere,

and even if the whole world's harp

should burn up, there will still be

hidden instruments playing.


So the candle flickers and goes out.

We have a piece of flint, and a spark.


The singing art is sea foam.

The graceful movements come from a pearl

somewhere on the ocean floor.


Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge

of driftwood along the beach, wanting!


They derive

from a slow and powerful root

that we can't see.


Stop the words now.

Open the window in the centre of your chest,

and let the spirits fly in and out.

Okay, this blogging stuff, I am new at it and have no idea what it will be comprised of at this point. I will begin with posting random articles and such that I like: random sayings that resonate with me, quotes, my miscellaneous writings, (non-poetry), music I love, and basically, just whatever comes to mind, whenever I feel the urge to share my inner room.

Now let's change the atmosphere in here a bit. This is among my favourite songs. Music will always lighten your room and bring peace to your heart and soul. It is the Universal language. Everyone understands music, and communication can be made by arranging it's notes so that they can be read.


It is a tune called "Spark," by Ghost Town.


These are the lyrics, which are followed by the video of the song. Enjoy!


Spark


I can imagine myself on my death bed
Spent utterly with the lust to touch the next world
Oh father, i confess my sins
Like secrets in my soul hidden under my mattress

I've slept with faith and found
My arms bound behind my back
My life is upside down
I can see it clearly now
My eyes close tight
Technicolor's spillin' out

We are the spark that lights the flame
In every end
We start it all over again
We are, we are
The ones to blame
In every end
We start it all over again

It's all up to you
You live or you burn
You win and you lose
It's all up to you
You live or you burn
But you gotta choose

We are the spark that lights the flame
In every end
We start it all over again

All the screws in our head are being tightened
Now we live In a world of constantly being frightened
Watch the TV screen, they say 'that's all you need
Burn the books and pick up the magazines.'

I've slept with faith and found
My arms bound behind my back
My life upside down
I can see it clearly now
My eyes close tight
Technicolor's spillin' out

We are the spark that lights the flame
In every end
We start it all over again
We are, we are
The ones to blame
In every end
We start it all over again

It's all up to you
You live or you burn
You win and you lose
It's all up to you
You live or you burn
But you gotta choose

We are the spark that lights the flame
In every end
We start it all over again

Make our mark in the dark
Like we've done from the start
It's time to live from the heart
That's what sets us apart
Save the world from its self
It all starts with a spark
With this spark we will fuel it
I can't imagine my thoughts being unsaid

We are the spark that lights the flame
In every end
We start it all over again
We are, we are
The ones to blame
In every end
We start it all over again

It's all up to you
You live or you burn
You win and you lose
It's all up to you
You live or you burn
But you gotta choose

We are the spark that lights the flame
In every end
We start it all over again
Ghost Town - Spark Lyrics | MetroLyrics


Shade

© Deborah L. Kelly

She saw things, things that no one else saw. Whisper cannot remember a time when she didn’t. She had always been this way. Sometimes it was shadow people -- deep, deep darkness or, just wandering. Other times, beings of light so bright that she was almost blinded. Never, ever had she mentioned this to anyone -- instinctively, she just knew they would not understand. Her observation over the years told her that she was different than most people -- they just did not see the way that she did. Whisper was afraid people would laugh at her and call her crazy. She was only 16 and had carried this secret all alone for what seemed like an eternity. At times it tormented her, very deeply -- but sometimes, yes sometimes, those light beings would come and whisk her away from darkness. 

Darkness lies in wait -- frustrated. This child is protected by the Light. He had his work cut out for him. To steal a sweet, innocent soul from the light would not be easy but, with the proper set of temptations, it could be done. Of this darkness was certain.

She was a lonely, introverted young girl with no one to talk to. Making friends never came easy to Whisper she was always so shy and self-conscious. She only ever had one best friend, Christine, and she had moved away. Being small of stature, she had often been the target of bullies. It’s a good thing she had four siblings who always came to her rescue. “What is this strange thing we call life? Why is it always so difficult?” she would ask herself.

Whisper learned at an early age that putting her thoughts and feelings on paper had an enormously soothing effect  on her.  She often dreamed that she would be a writer one day. She would have precognitive dreams but they would not come all in one piece. Precognition of one single event could take weeks, sometimes months, of dreaming each night -- she was always sure to write each episode in her journal. Whisper kept her journal well hidden. God forbid anyone should read it -- they would certainly come away thinking she was totally bonkers. Was it this hard for everyone growing up, she wondered, or is it just because I am so different? I so wish I could find someone to help me understand this.

Ah, now he sees his chance. He knew what this young soul was thinking. Darkness would make sure that she met the “right” person -- the one who would lead her and her powerful soul to him.

For several months now, Whisper had been dreaming of a dark vortex -- she sensed it getting closer. She was not frightened at this point; there was really not much to be afraid of as she was uncertain of what was unfolding through this series of dreaming. What concerned her though, was that in each dream this vortex was a little bigger -- did that mean it was getting closer? What was it, what did it represent? She had learned to see dreams as unfolding mysteries. Her heart beat a little faster, she knew she was breathing deeper -- but in anticipation rather than fear. Whisper sensed that she had always been surrounded by some unseen protective light which, in turn, allowed her to forgo any notion of fright. 

There would be fright, my child, oh yes, otherwise, what would be the value of this dark existence in which I drift? I exist for evil, I am evil -- you will see. His minions watched him, spellbound in terror and enjoying every dark moment. After all, darkness himself was their master -- they dare do nothing other than worship his heinous existence.

Something was coming -- she was curious. Whisper knew when she dreamt for this long each night, a new and different piece of the picture; it was obvious that it was something that meant to touch her. She came to a point in her dreaming where she made a decision to walk towards it -- perhaps it was an important message that she needed.

The invitation; almost accepted. She has no idea where she is headed. This is good, whispered darkness to himself -- yes, this is good.

Finally, Saturday had arrived. She planned to spend the afternoon at a local coffee shop on Lonsdale and do some work on her laptop while sitting in the warm, comforting sunshine and fresh air. With her iPod on very low (music has always helped her writing), she set to work putting her dreams up to the present, all together in one document. It was quite a task, it had been continuing for so long. Whisper was enjoying the warm breeze moving through her hair and the feel of the sun on her skin. Every now and then, pausing to reflect on her surroundings, she would sit back and take a break from her writing to “people watch”. Being a loner, one of her favourite pass times had become watching people, watching life walk before her, watching the world of humans turn and turn and turn, always in the same detrimental circles. She never could understand why humankind never learned from their past troubles. In her mind, that was just a waste of good learning opportunities. Ah, mortals have been ever thus, she thought. Whisper often wondered why she knew so much more than others about all the things we “cannot see“. It was knowledge quite apart from the everyday learning of most people. There had to be someone else, somewhere, who experienced similar things. She was going to make it her main focus -- find a psychic mentor!

 I have waited so long for this. Now it is time to send my minion to befriend her. Yes, oh yes, I have the power to make mortal my minions for the tasks I find of utmost urgency. I hunger -- it has been far too long. She is still innocent as well -- completely -- what a feast I shall have.

Whisper thought that the local library up on Lonsdale and 14th would probably have a good psychic research section. She made herself a promise that next Saturday she would spend the whole day there researching and taking notes. If she did not know anyone who could educate her a little, then she must learn how to educate herself about her abilities. She was uncertain if she had any other abilities, like telekinesis or telepathy or any of the other so-called psychic “gifts“. Being a gift is most certainly debatable! Sometimes, yes, most definitely a gift -- but at times, depending upon one’s experience, a curse as well. Like anything else in the mortal world, it is comprised of duality.

His minions were lurking all around her -- smirking and drooling in the hope that they would receive but a small morsel. It is unlikely. She is pure. Darkness does not share purity with his minions.

It had been a busy week packed with homework. Whisper was working on a big science project too, but that did not need to be handed in for two weeks yet. She definitely had time to fit her research in; she would make time no matter what -- it had come to a point where she needed to learn. Things happened all the time around her and she didn’t really understand it. This research was important to her, perhaps it would help her to understand how psychic abilities work, how they can be perfected or maybe even channeled into other areas which could help her to feel more comfortable in what had always felt like her “strange skin”.

Whisper grabbed a bite to eat and some juice, picked up her backpack and headed out to the library just up the street. She was so happy they had rebuilt it. The old building was such a dark and dismal place. It just didn’t hold the right atmosphere for immersing oneself in stories of long ago and far away. How she loved libraries, the smell of the books, the peace and quiet she found here. Nowhere in the world was as sacred to her as a placed filled to the rafters with books, books, glorious books. This was a large building with lots of windows and light pouring in. Comfortable chairs around tables for study, a row of little cubicles along one wall housing computers for all the cyber-geeks (just like me, Whisper thought) who did not have any other access to a computer. Whisper had a full system at home; computer access was not the reason she was here today.  

Having no clue of how or where to start, Whisper went to the information desk. The librarian directed her to the second floor. Whisper took the stairs, the elevators were so slow. She was stunned not only at the size of the section on that “other” world, but the different types of psychic ability. Apportation, (teleporting objects with the mind), Mediums, Pyrokenesis (ability to manipulate matter with thought), Precognition -- just to name a few, and the list went on and on. Wow, thought Whisper, how am I going to get a handle on all of this information!? 

Precognition? -- right up her alley! She found the small section which separated this topic from the others and scanned the books that were there. She noticed among these books one on individuals and organizations who studied psychic phenomena. She took her writing gear out of her backpack and started to list some of the groups she found in the book. Her world was certainly a lonely place sometimes. Perhaps she could get in touch with others who understand what she lives with on a day-today basis -- others like her.

As she looked up to take a break from her reading, to absorb the gorgeous sunshine that was blazing in the library windows, she noticed him on the other side of the room looking at her. OMG! Whisper was so self-conscious and, all of a sudden, did not know quite what to do, so she put her head back into her book and tried to continue reading. It was all in vain though because in a flash she had all of this emotional “stuff” welling up inside her. There was no doubt he was certainly a good looking dude – the thought of which only served to make her feel more uncertain and insecure in her skin. She felt a small twinge of something cold when their eyes connected a few minutes later -- she ignored it -- was this what love at first sight felt like? Hell, sometimes she wasn’t even sure she knew what “love” felt like -- how could she know? Whoa! Whisper thought to herself -- my God, where did all that come from?!!

Ah, the first step -- a link to my darkness has been made. He smiled -- all was well in Hell today.

Well, so much for her afternoon. She decided that she would check the book out and read it at home. There was absolutely no likelihood that she would be able to read anymore here in the library under the gaze of his gorgeous, blue, blue eyes. (Those eyes hold an ice in them the likes of which few mortals ever witness she heard a small voice say.) She ignored that thought too, or perhaps because she was so young just didn’t recognize it -- it was only another perplexing sensation mingled in with a host of others she rarely experienced. Sometimes it was really hard being “just” a teenager. 

As she left the library, she decided it would be really nice to just sit by the fountain and soak up some of the rays. It was hot out today but there was a refreshingly cool breeze. She closed her eyes and lifted her head to the sun -- it just felt so good.

“Hi,” a voice said beside her. It startled her out of her dream state. She had been in the clouds and came back to earth with a thud. “My name is Matthew,” he said, “Matthew Void, but my good friends call me Shade”. God, he was lovely!! “Whisper,” she said very quietly, “my name that is.” Oh fudge, she felt like everything within her had become electric, and she had no idea what to do with these feelings. “I saw you sitting upstairs doing some reading. Interesting choice of topics, I couldn’t help but notice that you were in the “psychic” phenomena section,” he smiled. Wow, if she stood up she was sure she would fall down. It was hopeless, she knew she was smitten. That smile seemed blinding, like the brightness of a 1,000 watt light bulb!  It was blinding -- she just didn’t realize yet how much of her sight had already been lost.


Time flew by in a rush of images. Whisper seemed to be incredibly busy and her school project was due in just a couple of days. She had been spending so much time with Shade that she didn’t realize how much she had been neglecting her responsibilities. 

Alone in the small room that Shade had rented, he found himself unable to think of anyone or anything but Whisper. Her soul glowed, her heart radiated love -- his heart (surprised to realize Darkness had given him one) felt warm and a semblance of peace resided in it for the first time in eons. How long had he been a minion of Darkness? How long had it been, he asked himself, since he had really felt the blessed warmth of something so simple as sunshine on his face? Was this love? He knew his feelings for this girl seemed to run a little deeper each time he saw her, but he was drawn to her light with an intensity he just could not seem to understand. Is this how it feels to be mortal? Is this the joy, the light, the peace that I so long ago threw away without any thought of consequence? He put his head in his hands and was surprised to find that his cheeks were wet. 

At that moment, Shade realized, he could never betray this beautiful mortal he had come to know. She was responsible for the change he felt; she was the one who shone light on a darkness that had dwelt within him for thousands of years; she was the one who had turned his whole world around.  What would be the consequences of betraying Darkness? he wondered. Shade did not care what the consequences would or even could be. If this feeling really was love -- he would die over and over just to feel it one more time. Just to sit in its glow and be renewed -- to revel in the power of life. He also wondered if maybe, just maybe, this could be the salvation he had longed for over what seemed like an eternity.   

While Shade worked in the light of life, Darkness could neither see, nor hear what direction he had been walking. Darkness is unable to see the “inner” workings of the Light.  Darkness also knew that in order for Shade to be successful, he must walk with this girl in the Light. A small sacrifice for Darkness, considering he would have her for eternity. (Or, so he thought).

They had not seen one another in a couple of weeks. Whisper had told Shade that she needed some time to catch up on deadlines and take care of her commitments. He was cool with that. He would give her a call in two weeks and see if maybe they could meet for a coffee or lunch; or, maybe just a simple picnic in some place where they could talk. He had made up his mind to tell her everything about himself. Where he came from, why he was put in her life, the entire kit-and-caboodle! He still hoped in his heart that by saving this innocent life he could also save himself. Surely, love was created for this; forgiveness. 

When Shade called Whisper she felt almost delirious with joy. She had been so busy that she’d had no time to think about how much she had missed him.

“I would LOVE to go for a picnic -- what a novel idea. You’re such a romantic, Shade.” She smiled thinking wow that felt so good. “How about this coming Saturday?“ Shade asked. “We could go up by the Lynn Headwaters, or maybe just find a spot in the Demo forest by Rice Lake.” “Sounds wonderful, what time?” Whisper asked, trying to camouflage the rush of bliss she felt inside. Knowing how much Whisper loved to sleep in, he said “Is 10 too early for you? I can pick you up then,” he said. “Great, Shade. I can throw together some sandwiches, and I think my parents have a bunch of goodies in the pantry downstairs. They won’t mind if I dip into it to go for a picnic. They’d probably be delighted to think that their 16 year old daughter was such a good girl, going on a picnic.” She laughed.    

The night before their picnic, Whisper noticed something different about the dream she had been receiving;, it seemed like it had come to a complete stop. The dream wasn’t moving forward as it had been in the past nor was it receding. She wondered what was about to happen. Why did it stop? She kept getting the feeling whenever she would go back into this precognitive state that she was missing something important -- something she needed to know.  

She was. That will all change tomorrow. After the truth of the invisible is revealed -- Shade would no longer be allowed to linger in her beautiful light and warmth. He was told before this short mortal moment in time, that once the goal of Darkness had been achieved with this girl, he would revert to his hunched and labored minion’s body and that Love, he knew, was not a choice he would be free to even consider.


As they sat and watched the sunlight glitter across the glass surface of Rice Lake, Shade wondered where he should start. He was nervous, and there were all kinds of other sensations running around within this mortal body that he did not understand, let alone have the ability to put a name to. It had been so very, very long.

“Whisper,” Shade said so quietly that she could just hear him. “I have a Truth to reveal to you. I trust you, and, I think I have come to love you. I am not who I appear to be but I think that, as dark as things may get, you will understand that what I am about to say is the Truth because of the special, invisible gifts that you hold within you.” 

Whoa - that sounds a little ominous, Whisper thought. Rather than be fearful, she felt intrigued, fear had never held any sway over her, and it was, in the grand scheme of things, pretty useless after all.


“Please, all I ask, is that you not judge me, and that you give me the chance to reveal everything before you respond to what I am about to tell you. Don’t be angry, just know that no matter what you hear, underneath any darkness I may reveal, that you are everything that matters in my life. Had I a choice, and had I known the value of your love, I would never have agreed to any of it.”

Oh, my God, thought Whisper, something tells me this is going to be pretty intense. Still no feelings of fear, but those of intrigue just rocketed into the red zone. She smiled and assured Shade that there was nothing on this planet that could change what she felt for him. He looked at her and she was overwhelmed with the sadness reflected from his eyes. (Apparently, she was an empath as well.) It broke her heart.

After about two hours of tears, emotion and love -- there was silence -- a silence that seemed to span forever. Whisper was stunned and confused. Did she believe this? Most would think this insane and that she should be put away for even considering believing him. 

“Whisper, in your dream Darkness has stopped his progression towards you. Yes, that is the mystery of the darkness -- no mystery at all. Darkness is darkness and comes in many ways. You must turn back to the Light that is glowing behind you -- you are out of its reach. In your journey toward the darkness, you have not thought of the protection you have in the Light. You need to turn around in your dream. Do you understand, Whisper, do you really understand what I am saying?” Shade pleaded. 

“Yes,” Whisper said quietly. “But Shade, will it really be that easy to turn back to the Light now that I am out of its reach?” A foreboding rose up slowly within her. “Yes, it will. He has no power over you in your dreams. It is your place -- he cannot enter without invitation -- that is why the Darkness has come to a stop. He is waiting for you to ask him in.”  

At that moment, Whisper noticed a change in the atmosphere that surrounded them. They both felt a shaking beneath their feet. “Darkness has come for me, Whisper -- remember, I love you, always. Shade began to fade, a haze engulfing him, taking him away from her.

“No, no, no -- Shade, please, no!” Whisper screamed. “Don’t leave me -- Oh, my God.” She fell to her knees feeling that she had just lost a love she would never see again, even if she lived an eternity of lifetimes. No one heard her, he was gone.

That night, as she slept, Darkness stood before her. She remembered what Shade had told her -- she turned her back on Darkness and walked back toward the Light. She felt as though her body weighed a ton, shoulders bent and back bowed, Whisper could feel the Darkness trying to pull her back. She fought on. 

Whisper felt herself falling. The dream was done. She awakened in the arms of her Light Guardians -- Blessed to be alive. What remained was a heart broken and shattered in a million pieces with the loss of a love that had come to be one with her own heart. Something inside her died -- she was too young to feel this way. Why? “God,” Whisper cried, “what is your purpose? I do not understand why a love like this was taken away from me, from us?”

Darkness roared -- the ground convulsed and the pits cracked even further. A new layer was added to Hell. Fire rained down on the drooling, mindless fools he called his minions. What a joke -- he thought. What a joke!!!

I lost them BOTH!! Darkness is never able to control his rage. New tortures materialized -- minions moved from one pit to another. Heinous -- vengeful; someone must pay!!  

I do not think there are any words in the English language that could adequately describe what a temper tantrum in Hell would look and sound like. Let us just suffice it to say -- the devil ALWAYS gets his due. Karma’s a Bitch, he is not immune!


A few months later, Whisper was sitting out on the dock at Rice Lake. She was still feeling lost, and as she watched the ripples glinting and dancing across the lake, she thought of Shade. Whisper wondered if she would ever again find such a love. I knew it must be too good to be true, she thought, as the melancholy stirred within her heart.

At that moment, she felt a presence behind her -- she did not need to turn around to know who it was. As Shade sat down on the dock beside her, Whisper was looking at him in a state of awe. Wings unfolded on her heart and she threw her arms around him. She held him tight as she cried. 

“Whisper,” he said quietly in her ear. “I cannot stay.” “Why?  Shade, I can’t lose you again, I will lose myself if you go.” She held on tighter, afraid to let go. 

As he and Whisper looked at one another she noticed that he was encircled by a light that radiated and shimmered in the air around him. “I am not mortal anymore, Whisper, but I am not in the darkness either. It has been explained to me that when one loves another more than the life they live, they have learned the lesson of selflessness. Because of “your” love Whisper, as Spirit I have been given the honour of being your Guardian as you travel through life. You have been my salvation.

So you see, I will not really be gone, I will be walking beside you always. Though you will not be able to see me -- you will feel me in your heart -- and in that my love you shall find your peace. I love you always Whisper, always and forever.

You will see me again, when it is your time. I am your soul-mate. On earth, we are newborn souls, not yet full spirit. When we leave, we are given the gift of not only a new and glowing Spirit body, but a bright and joyous Spirit life as well. I will be here to greet you when you arrive. Goodbye, Whisper -- until then, be blessed and find your road to happiness while you are mortal -- in the well of your heart.”   

Ecce consessus (Behold, the gathering)

Ecce paradisus (Behold, paradise)

Prodi ex cathedra (Go forth from the throne)

Exercitus angelorum (Army of angels)

Seraphim in all their splendor,

I can see them , oh

Seraphim, the burning

wonders of the vision, oh

Aetheria creatura (Ethereal creature)

Gladius veritatis (With the sword of Truth)

Occide diabolum (Kill the prince of darkness)

Virtute Dei (by the power of God)

Seraphim in all their splendor,

I can see them, oh

Seraphim, the burning

wonders of the vision, oh

Stipendia enim peccati mors (for the wages of sin is death)

Seraphim in all their splendor,

I can see them, oh

Seraphim, the burning

wonders of the vision, oh

It is so difficult through the busy hours of each day to find time for reflection and deep thought. For me, it is this deep thought which feeds my ability to write poetry. Most of my best work is written in the night hours. Not so great for sleeping patterns, but wonderful for inspiration. I have often found it fascinating, (an area I need to explore more deeply) why it is, when I am such a creature of cosmic light, that I need the darkness to write well. I think part of it is the solitude of those hours. The ability to think deeply without worry that the phone will ring, or that you will be somehow otherwise disturbed. I find a great sense of comfort and peace in  just wandering the night hours, alone ... being thankful.


Sometimes I wonder how long my life will be. Will I suffer any massive illness, will I be strong enough to overcome? I found my breaking point in life, not so long ago. They say  within each tragedy one will find a silver lining. The silver lining to finding my breaking point, is that now, I know the warning signs. I know when I need to slow down, take better care of me ... refocus, and recharge that positive energy. I have found many ways of doing this ~ the greatest of which is Music. By far, one of the most healing gifts we hold. The ability to create such beauty. I swear, without it, I would wither up and fade away. I like loud music, I like to feel music ~ not many share my view on that one ~ lol.  (My neighbours do not suffer at least ~ I always turn it down after 8).

If you appreciate Celtic music, hang onto your hats ~ this is one of the most hauntingly beautiful songs I have ever heard. Her music is classed as Celtic Christian Rock ... and believe me, this rocks you right off the planet, in a very beautiful way. Ex Cathedra  by a lady who is relatively new on the scene, Leah. Believe me, you will want to turn this up to feel it. I have posted the Latin lyrics with it and the English, AMAZING song. This is dedicated to the Creator's army, gathering from the four corners of the earth.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, one of my first attempts at a supernatural story. Hope you enjoy it.