Singing Our Own Songs

Singing Our Own Songs

Every now and then when we’re all sitting around the Mead Hall’s great hearth in the evening, I get a bit lost in nebulous thoughts. It’s the act of staring into the flickering flames that does it, so don’t believe anyone who tells you that it’s anything to do with the contents of the considerably large mead horn that’s being passed around!

Anyway, here’s something I was pondering recently.

Have you ever noticed that there are some people you instantly feel drawn to, and some that rub you up the wrong way before they’ve even said a word? I like to think it’s because we all have our own frequencies, our own songs if you like, and the way we unconsciously synchronise with people is a result of the melodious harmonies (or the teeth-jarring dis-harmonies) we create with them.

We might not be able to hear these songs on a conscious level, but they’re there. We’re all musical souls; even if we can’t carry an audible tune, the one we produce subconsciously is a constant aria of our life and experiences and feelings. It defines who we are, and gives others a clue as to our state of mind.

For example, if we’re angry about something, others will generally stay away from us. Of course, that may just be because we’ve just thrown a toaster through a window or booted a cat. But perhaps it could also because our song has become a little… menacing.

However, if we’re feeling happy and at ease with the world and the people around us, our song echoes that and the company we keep becomes a lot more relaxed and cheery as a result. Think about the last time you went out when you weren’t really up to it and had to force yourself – I’m willing to bet that within a little while of being with happy, contented friends you were feeling better yourself, right? The harmonious songs of others work wonders for your state of mind.

Things like depression, stress, and lack of sleep can change our songs too. In these cases, people that we were harmonising quite happily with before can suddenly seem irritating, because we’ve gone off-key with them. We might not want to see them or talk to them, and until we get our vibe back they will feel like strangers, akin to the sound of fingernails dragging down a chalk board. Brrr.

This happens the opposite way too; a person we harmonised with previously may change their song for whatever reason so that the tuneful little melody we’re used to becomes an off-kilter caterwaul. We may become confused, or be compelled to fix it to return it back to its harmonious state, but the worst thing we can do is to unconsciously change our own song in the attempt. We may again experience the harmony we loved but only temporarily, and by changing ourselves we feel… wrong, perhaps out-of-balance, prone to upset and emotion because it’s not how we’re meant to sound, how we know we should sound. Effectively, we’re jarring ourselves, and eventually we have to learn just to let it go and return to the comfort of our own song. It can be sad, but sometimes it’s the only way.

But look at it like this; if our song is a happy one, people will be drawn to it. They will pick it up and recreate it in their own songs, creating ever-increasing harmonies between themselves, a wave of happiness extending far beyond our initial encounters. That’s got to be worth something, right?

Even the Earth itself has a song, emitting a frequency as it rotates, a musical note at 7.83Hz. To quote the TV series ‘Touch’:

“This frequency alters slightly, for reasons as yet uncertain. Some postulate solar flares as the cause, or electrical disturbance in the atmosphere, but maybe there’s a simpler explanation. Maybe the sound of the planet is influenced by the 7 billion souls whirring around it, each producing their own music, adding their own harmony.”

I couldn’t have put that better myself, and I love the thought of us all being part of one great, beautiful song that echoes around our planet, and that the Earth echoes in return.

Makes you feel part of something good, doesn’t it?

By | 2016-10-14T09:55:16+00:00 February 15th, 2016|Wyrd|0 Comments

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