Once upon a time in a very nice city of ancient India, there were five blind young men were living together and getting along very well. They could share together many things they acquired materially and mentally. They could shared each other...
Posted on Jan.30.2009 @ 05:09PM EDTbyWoodsman
I have no control of what songs go through my head, which have been exposed to somewhere out in public. Work is a place for radio playing, that have given up the control of turning off what another turned on. But it's like, an exact reproduction over and over in my head, like some unwelcome guest who bugs me, or a bug who is unwelcome. At least they aren't voices, yet... well maybe they are. But again I am learning to allow this, not feel the pain of having to cover it with anything else, but silence. And if I could live in total silence, can't imagine, all the songs would fade in time, like past lives, like fear, sadness, irritation, everything but....
All my life I have been brought up learning to appreciate Music.
My father and brother are musicians. And I too play piano.
Not a day goes by without say an old Beatles CD is playing in the background or piano going.
Quite irritating though I developed a condition where voices and such would annoy me. I've taken a good control over that just recently though gladdy.
I have definitely learned to accept the music pleasures I'm exposed to constantly.
"the path of the hearers" is something I came across in a book once. I'm guessing this path is to make you more intuitively sound and connected. I don't know... I'm more grateful for silence when I get it I think.