Showing posts with label Van Morrison. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Van Morrison. Show all posts

Sunday, May 04, 2025

Gardens All Misty Wet With Rain


Here is a prompt that I gave to Chat GPT and the result is shown above:
Create an image of a young Van Morrison walking in gardens all misty wet with rain as described in his song "Sweet Things" from his album "Astral Weeks". The image should have a surreal, psychedelic feel with some magic mushrooms underfoot. There should be a mystical, transcendental, other-worldly feel to the image conjuring up an alternative reality to the mundane world in which we live.

Gemini refused to create an image saying that there was something saying controversial in the prompt. For fuck's sake. Anyway the result was OK so I thought that I'd include it in a post. Looking at my astrological chart recently and it seems that any date from the 19th May onwards could be one of those sort of days:

If I am nearing the end of life, as "The Voice" warned me, then I should be making preparations to take Baba's name as I draw my last breath. It may be possible. I should at least be keeping the thought of Baba uppermost in my mind to the best of my ability. I remember the dream I had many years ago now in which the house I was in tumbled off a cliff and I was falling toward the ground below. The house was falling along with me but the house was above me. I knew that if the fall didn't kill me then the weight of the house crashing down upon me certainly would. I fumbled for my wallet because I knew that I had a photo of Baba in it but I was unsuccessful and just managed to call out His name before waking up.

Perhaps I'll be buried in the rubble of the house following an earthquake. It's not likely as the house is very solidly built. In the dream I was lucky enough to have a few seconds in which to gather my thoughts. Looking at my chart, there is an emphasis on Mercury and the third house. Transiting Neptune, Ceres and Saturn are all close to my natal Mercury. Transiting Jupiter is moving close to my natal Uranus on the cusp of the Third House. A traffic accident is a possibility but who can avoid something like that. A neurological accident is another possibility. All this speculation is largely useless and it's not worthwhile trying to second guess Uranus. All I can do is wait and be as prepared as possible to take advantage of whatever split seconds become available to me.

Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Silence Day 2024


It's that time of the year again. This day marks the 99th anniversary of the beginning of Baba's silence. I was awake just before midnight and the moment I awoke I remembered that it was Silence Day. A few minutes later I checked my phone and it was 00:04. It's now 00:36 and I've had breakfast and am ready to start the working day so to speak. 


AVATAR MEHER BABA using the alphabet board to communicate with His followers.

Even though I don't work, there are chores to be completed. Apart from those however, I want to spend the day being more mindful of Baba and appreciative of my great good fortune in having come to know of Him. In 1967, I first saw the name Meher Baba in a book titled "A Search in Secret India" by Paul Brunton. It had been lent to me by my now long lost friend Steve Ross. I first heard the name Meher Baba in 1968, during a talk given at the University of Queensland by Bill Le Page (now deceased).


AVATAR MEHER BABA (left) with Frank Simon Hendrick, Francis Brabazon and Bill Le Page in 1954.

During these two years, Meher Baba was still alive and it was the talk by Bill Le Page that embedded Baba's name in my memory. I was unimpressed by Bill's presentation and quickly forgot all about it. I can still see myself sitting in that largely empty lecture hall, unaware of the profundity of the occasion. I came away with nothing but His name and, thanks to His grace, that proved to be enough. It was not until 1993, at the age of 44, that I finally came to Baba but the seed had been planted that evening in the lecture hall.

If His name hadn't been buried in my subconscious mind, then the book "God Speaks" that I stumbled upon in about 1981 would have meant nothing to me. Seeing the author's name triggered an urge to acquire the book and give it a place on my bookshelf where it remained, largely ignored, for the next twelve years. However, I did very occasionally open it up and start reading it only to quickly abandon the attempt as the words made no sense to me. That all changed in 1993, again through His grace, and in the next seven years I came to know the details of Baba's advent.

So here I am at age 75 observing silence on Silence Day. I'm thinking I'd best not go for my usual morning walk as I may be lured into verbal communication. As usual I'll stay at home and avoid even going out the front door to sweep the fallen leaves away because I always, if I encounter him, say good morning to the guy next door whose task it is to clean the bird and cat cages. In the past, I've even slipped up by saying something to my dog but now that she's gone that won't happen. It's only my wife and granddaughter that I am at risk of talking to but they are quite familiar with this annual event and are understanding of its significance.

On this day I'll play some of what I consider Baba music. For more about these songs, the following links are available:


Special prominence must be given to "Begin the Beguine" by Pete Townshend because this was Baba's favourite song and Pete of course is a long time Baba Lover.

Having had only about five hours slept, I fell asleep again between 03:00 and 06:00. For the first time ever, I had several dreams in which I knew I was observing silence but slipped up in various interactions with dream characters. Interesting. 

Listening to Van the Man, I was captivated by the lyrics to his song "Have I Told You Lately That I Love You". Let's not forget that Jim Reeves wrote a song with the same name (but different melody and lyrics) but here are the lyrics to Van's song:

Have I Told You Lately That I Love You

Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one above you
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away my sadness
Ease my troubles, that's what you do

Now the mornin' sun in all it's glory
Greets the day with hope and comfort, too
You fill my life with laughter
You can make it better
Ease my troubles that's what you do

There's a love that's divine
And it's yours and mine, like the sun
At the end of the day
We should give thanks and pray to the One

And to say, 'Have I told you lately that I love you?'
Have I told ya there's no one above you?
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away my sadness
Ease my troubles, that's what you do

There's a love that's divine
And it's yours and mine
And it shines like the sun
At the end of the day
We should give thanks
And pray to the One
And so

Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one above you?
Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill, fill my heart with gladness
Take away my sadness
(Take away my sadness)
Ease my troubles, that's what you do

Fill my life with gladness
Take away my sadness
(Take away my sadness)
Ease my troubles that's what you do

Fill my life with gladness
And take away my sadness
(Take away my sadness)
Ease my troubles that's what you


This is another excellent devotional song and I'm reminded how the use of the term "The One" is preferable to the use of the term "God" which means so many different things to so many different people. Using this terminology helps overcome the associations, good and bad, that adhere to the latter term. We can thus say that Meher Baba and the Sadgurus are one with The One and from The One arise The Many. 

Tuesday, February 08, 2022

The Ancient of Days


Figure 1: The Ancient of Days
by William Blake (1794)

In my mid-twenties I had a quite large poster of Blake's "The Ancient of Days" that adorned the walls of the various abodes in which I lived during those years. To quote Wikipedia:

Ancient of Days is a name for God in the Book of Daniel. The title "Ancient of Days" has been used as a source of inspiration in art and music, denoting the creator's aspects of eternity combined with perfection. William Blake's watercolour and relief etching entitled The Ancient of Days is one such example. This term appears three times in the Book of Daniel (7:9, 13, 22), and is used in the sense of God being eternal.
I beheld till the thrones were cast down, and the Ancient of Days did sit, whose garment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like the pure wool: his throne was like the fiery flame, and his wheels as burning fire.
Daniel 7:9

In this sense, "The Ancient of Days" is more akin to what Meher Baba termed "The Beyond the Beyond State of God" in his book "God Speaks". However, Christians nowadays clearly associate the phrase with Jesus. In the well-known song "Ancient of Days" by CityAlight this is clearly the case, although Jesus is not mentioned explicitly:

Ancient of Days

CityAlight

Though the nations rage, kingdoms rise and fall

There is still one King reigning over all

So I will not fear for this truth remains

That my God is, the Ancient of Days

None above Him, none before Him

All of time in His hands

For His throne it shall remain and ever stand

All the power, all the glory

I will trust in His name

For my God is, the Ancient of Days

Though the dread of night overwhelms my soul

He is here with me, I am not alone

O His love is sure, and He knows my name

For my God is, the Ancient of Days

None above Him, none before Him

All of time in His hands

For His throne it shall remain and ever stand

All the power, all the glory

I will trust in His name

For my God is, the Ancient of Days

Though I may not see what the future brings

I will watch and wait for the Saviour King

Then my joy complete, standing face to face

In the presence of the Ancient of Days

None above Him, none before Him

All of time in His hands

For His throne it shall remain and ever stand

All the power, all the glory

I will trust in His name

For my God is, the Ancient of Days

For my God is, the Ancient of Days

Source: Musixmatch


Van Morrison also has a song titled "Ancient of Days" from his album "A Sense of Wonder", released way back in 1985. The lyrics are quite different:

Ancient of Days

Van Morrison 

Saw you shining in the sun this morning 

Saw you shining in the moon at night 

Saw you shining in the sun this morning 

Saw vou shining in the moon at night 

Ancient of days, ancient of days, ancient of day a a a ays 

Saw you standing by the winding river 

Saw you standing by the shining stream 

Saw you standing by the winding river 

Saw you standing bv the shining stream 

Ancient of days, ancient of days, ancient of day a a a ays 

Felt you stirring in my heart this morning 

Felt you moving in my heart at night 

Felt you stirring in my heart this morning 

Felt you moving in my heart at night 

Ancient of days, ancient of days, ancient of day a a a ays 

Saw you shining in the sun this morning 

Saw you shining in the starry night 

Saw you shining in the sun this morning 

Saw you shining in the starry night 

Ancient of days, ancient of days, ancient of day a a a ays   


 Meher Baba often referred to himself as "The Ancient One":

"I was Ram, I was Krishna. I was this One, I was that One, and now I am Meher Baba. In this form of flesh and blood I am that same Ancient One who alone is eternally worshiped and ignored, ever remembered and forgotten."

Lord Meher Online Edition 

"I belong to no religion. Every religion belongs to me. My own personal religion is of my being the Ancient Infinite One, and the religion I teach to all is of love for God. This love can be practiced by anyone, high, low, rich, poor; and everyone of every caste and creed can love God. The one God who resides equally in us all is approachable to everyone through love. So I give my blessings that at least some of you will love God as He is to be loved."

Lord Meher Online Edition

"I am the Ancient One. I came as Ram in the world. I was Krishna and Muhammad. And I was the Christ who was crucified."

Lord Meher Online Edition 

"People say that I am the Avatar, but when it is impossible for rishis and munis to understand me, how can they know me? Only the Perfect Masters know me. I am that Ancient One — Zoroaster, Ram, Krishna, Buddha, Jesus, Muhammad. But how will you know that I am the Adi Purush [Supreme Power]? Rare are those who have the fortune to know me. So do one thing. Leave the thought of understanding me altogether. Love me, obey me; that is all. "

Lord Meher Online Edition 

"I am the Ancient One, the one residing in every heart. Undoubtedly, I am the Ancient One. So if you love others, make others happy, serve them even at discomfort to yourself, you would be loving me, the Beloved residing in every individual heart."

Lord Meher Online Edition 

The Van Morrison song would be impossible for me to sing but the CityAlight song is relatively easy to play. Here is the Ultimate Guitar link to the chords. Baba also referred to himself as the Avatar but this term has become somewhat debased by its association with an icon or figure representing a particular person in video games, internet forums, etc. and also the James Cameron movie "Avatar". Therefore the term "The Ancient One" is preferable to both "Avatar" and "God", both of which terms carry a lot of baggage.

That's not to say that "The Ancient One" doesn't have any baggage. It does. For instance, in the Marvel Cinematic Universe:

The Ancient One was the Sorcerer Supreme as well as the leader of the Masters of the Mystic Arts. For centuries, the Ancient One protected Earth from mystical threats, and dedicated herself to helping others in need by educating them in the magical arts to give them new hope.

Thursday, December 16, 2021

Across the Bridge


Figure 1: source

I was listening to Van Morrison's Across The Bridge Where Angels Dwell and was reminded of the widespread, popular images of of the scene where children are on or crossing a bridge while an angel is hovering over them". The image shown in Figure 1 is less common in that it's a photograph rather than a painting. 

The lyrics to the song go:

Across the bridge where angels dwell
Across the bridge where angels
Across the bridge where angels dwell 
 
Children play 
 
Beyond the place where time is still
Beyond the place where time is
Beyond the place where time is still 
 
Night is day 
 
Close your eyes in fields of wonder
Close your eyes and dream
Close your eyes in fields of wonder
Close your eyes and dream 
 
Along the path where heaven lies
Along the path where heaven
Along the path where heaven lies 
 
All is clear 
 
Ahead where home awaits the heart
Ahead where home is waiting
Ahead where home awaits the heart 
 
Peace is near 
 
Close your eyes in fields of wonder
Close your eyes and dream
Close your eyes in fields of wonder
Close your eyes and dream 
 
Across the bridge where angels dwell
Across the bridge where angels
Across the bridge where angels dwell 
 
Children play

Figure 2 shows another image of the scene.


Figure 2: source

I've also been playing the song on guitar and getting it sound reasonable enough. Below are the chords to accompany the lyrics.

[Verse 1]

G                         C

Across the bridge where angels dwell

G                         C

Across the bridge where angels

G                         C                    G

Across the bridge where angels dwell children play

  

[Verse 2]

G                        C

Beyond the place where time is still

G                        C

Beyond the place where time is

G                        C                      G

Beyond the place where time is still, night is day

 

[Chorus]

C           D        G         C

Close your eyes in fields of wonder

C           D        G

Close your eyes and dream

C           D        G         C

Close your eyes in fields of wonder

C           D        G

Close your eyes and dream

  

[Verse 3]

G                      C

Along the path where heaven lies

G                      C

Along the path where heaven

G                      C                  G

Along the path where heaven lies all is clear

 

[Verse 4]

G                   C

Ahead where home awaits the heart

G                     C

Ahead where home is waiting

G                   C                        G

Ahead where home awaits the heart, peace is near

  

[Chorus]

C           D        G         C

Close your eyes in fields of wonder

C           D        G

Close your eyes and dream

C           D        G         C

Close your eyes in fields of wonder

C           D        G

Close your eyes and dream

  

[Verse 5]

G                         C

Across the bridge where angels dwell

G                         C

Across the bridge where angels

G                         C                    G

Across the bridge where angels dwell children play 


Figure 3 shows a sculpture of the scene:


Figure 3: source

I discovered today that Jim Reeves has a song titled Across the Bridge with lyrics as follows:

I have lived a life of sin in this world I'm living in

I have done forbidden things I shouldn't do

I asked a beggar along the way if he could tell me where to stay

Where I could find real happiness and love that's true

Across the bridge there's no more sorrow

Across the bridge there's no more pain

The sun will shine across the river

And you'll never be unhappy again

Follow the footsteps of the King 'til you hear the voices ring

They'll be singing out the glory of the land

The river Jordan will be near, the sound of trumpet you will hear

And you'll behold the most precious place ever known to man

Across the bridge there's no more sorrow

Across the bridge there's no more pain

The sun will shine across the river

And you'll never be unhappy again

Across the bridge there's no more sorrow (Across the bridge there's no more sorrow)

Across the bridge there's no more pain (Across the bridge there's no more pain)

The sun will shine across the river

And you'll never be unhappy again...


Jim Reeves was one of the singers whose songs Meher Baba enjoyed listening to. Here are chords to the song. Although I've yet to try playing it on guitar, it doesn't look too difficult.

[Verse 1]

C

I have lived a life of sin

 

In this world I'm living in

       G7                                C

I have done forbidden things I shouldn't do

 C

I ask a beggar along the way

 

If he could tell me where to stay

              G7                                  C

Where I could find real happiness and love that's true

  

[Refrain]

C

Across the bridge there's no more sorrow

                                  G7

Across the bridge there's no more pain

             C     C7         F

The sun will shine across the river

           C        G7      C

And you'll never be unhappy again

 

[Instrumental]

C      G7      C 

 

[Verse 2]

 C

Follow the footsteps of the King

 

Till you hear the voices ring

           G7                           C

They'll be singing out the glory of the Land

 C

The river Jordan will be near

 

The sound of trumpet you will hear

           G7

And you'll behold the most precious place

              C

Ever known to man

  

[Refrain]

 C

Across the bridge there's no more sorrow

                                  G7

Across the bridge there's no more pain

             C     C7         F

The sun will shine across the river

           C        G7      C

And you'll never be unhappy again

  

[Final]

 C

Across the bridge there's no more sorrow

                                  G7

Across the bridge there's no more pain

             C     C7         F

The sun will shine across the river

           C        G7      C

And you'll never be unhappy again 

 

There is a wealth of symbolism associated with bridges:

The bridge is inherently symbolic of communication and union, whether it be between heaven and earth or two distinct realms. For this reason it can be seen as the connection between God and Man. It may be the passage to reality, or merely a symbol for travel and crossing.  Source.

Bridge, as a noun, translates to jembatan in Indonesia while bridge, as a verb, translates to menjembatani. Just as there is the question "why did the chicken cross the road?" with an accompanying answer of "to get to the other side", likewise it could be asked "why was the bridge built?" and the answer might come back "to get to the other side" (of the river, gorge or whatever). In other words a bridge can be quite mundane and yet sometimes quite beautiful. Figure 4 shows a pedestrian (in both senses of the word), simple and (to my mind at least) beautiful bridge.


Figure 4


Of course, both Van Morrison and Jim Reeves are singing about non-physical bridges linking two different planes of consciousness or areas of experience. There are seven planes of consciousness beyond the gross consciousness of the physical realm and, to enter each one and cross the bridge so to speak, the help of a higher consciousness is required. As the seventh plane is the level of God-consciousness, only a Perfect Master or God-realised being can help someone to cross that final bridge and enter the seventh, and ultimate, heaven.

Baba further explained the significance of the number seven:

 


The evolution of creation has seven stages. There are seven planes and seven types of desires. All these sevens should be eradicated once and for all.

However, the number seven is significant. There are seven types of sanskaras, seven types of colors, seven types of flights of imagination and seven types of sounds. The reason all these have seven variations is that in the beginning of creation – with the start of the original whim in the Beyond, Beyond state of God – there was a clash between Matter (Akash) and Energy (Pran), and Energy’s powers were divided into seven forces.

The original sound coming out of the Creation, or Om Point, also turns into seven sounds. This higher music of the mental and subtle planes is indescribably sweet. Even if you listened to it for twenty-four hours without a break, you would not tire of it. It is enrapturing; one absolutely drowns in its melody. But remember that in the mental and subtle sphere, the sweetness of this music’s sounds are only shadows of the Original Sound.

In the gross world, the shadow of this melody is again divided into seven parts; only expert singers can express these tones and octaves. Sound is created by contact between two things. When you speak, your voice passes through seven veils; but you do not notice this because the sound comes so quickly. Your physique, a by-product of your sanskaras, determines whether your voice is sweet or harsh.

Everything is made up of seven: seven sub-divisions of the first subtle plane (the astral), seven stages of evolution, seven planes and seven heavens in involution. 

Source.

Wednesday, August 25, 2021

The One

I was listening to Van Morrison's "Have I Told You Lately That I Love You" where he sings of giving praise to THE ONE. 

There's a love that's divine

And it's yours and it's mine

Like the sun

And at the end of the day

We should give thanks and pray

To THE ONE, to THE ONE

I thought I'd check out anagrams of THE ONE and discovered NO THEE which is most apt. THEE is an archaic form of YOU and so what more eloquent equation that this:

THE ONE = NO THEE

From the perspective of THE ONE, there is indeed NO THEE but our perspective that means NO ME. The mention of ME conjures up the word EGO and recently I came across another eloquent equation that involved this word.


For a mathematician, this makes perfect sense. This talk of Mathematics and ME and THEE puts me in mind of Omar Khayyam and his famous Rubaiyat where he says (in Edward Fitzgerald's translation anyway):

There was a Door to which I found no Key: 
 
There was a Veil through which I could not see:  
 
Some little Talk awhile of Me and Thee 

There seemed — and then no more of Thee and Me.

I found this blog post from July of 2010 that interprets these words very well I thought:

It’s been too many months since we last had a selection from Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat. First, just take a moment to speak these lines aloud. Really feel its rhythm on your tongue, and let its rhyme dance in your ear. I’m not normally a big fan of strictly rhymed verse, especially in translation, but something about Edward FitzGerald’s translations of Omar Khayyam bring a big smile to my face every time I read them. You can taste the sugar in each line.

There was a Door to which I found no Key:

There was a Veil through which I could not see…

The door that has no key and the veil through which one cannot see is the final barrier that separates us from the Divine Beloved. That barrier is dualism itself.

Some little Talk awhile of Me and Thee

There seemed

At first there is the dualistic perception of “Me and Thee,” of the separate identities of the lover and Beloved. That sense of separation — separation from God, separation from Source, separation from the True Self — is the fundamental pain of the soul.

Caught in the midst of this dynamic, we feel pain, we struggle, we encounter a terrible emptiness we try to hide from through the dramas of life. But looking back from the perspective of deep realisation, it can be seen as a sort of dialog between the soul and the Eternal. The dramas of life… “Some little Talk awhile of Me an Thee…” But there is only a surface appearance here, a seeming — “There seemed”

— and then no more of Thee and Me.

When we look, when we learn to really see, that’s when an amazing thing happens — suddenly that final veil falls away. The barrier is passed, not through some action or “key,” but through the instantaneous recognition that the barrier does not, in truth, exist at all. We are stunned to discover that there is no separation (only the ego’s pretence of a separation). And then — “no more of Thee and Me,” only Divine Presence within, without, everywhere!

Omar Khayyam was best known in his time as a mathematician and astronomer. His theorems are still studied by mathematicians today. His poetry really only became widely read when Edward FitzGerald collected several quatrains (rubaiyat) that were attributed to Khayyam and translated them into English as the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.

The common view in the West of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam is that it is a collection of sensual love poems. Although some scholars debate this question, many people assert that Omar Khayyam was a Sufi, as well as a poet and mathematician, and that his Rubaiyat can only be truly understood using the language of mystical metaphor.

Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Disillusionment

Had I died in January of 2020, I would have left with a relatively positive view of the world. I could travel wherever the whim took me and on very short notice to most countries because of my Australian passport. Sure, I knew the world was run by a global elite who controlled the banking system and mainstream media but that didn't seem to affect my daily life. Cut to June 30th of 2021 and things are so vastly different.

I don't need to spell out how different. Over the past year and a half, the iron grip of the global elite on NGOs, governments, health services and mainstream media has become glaringly obvious to many, even while the majority remain oblivious. The depopulation agenda, once a seemingly unrealisable fantasy of the psychopathic cabal, is now being realised and people are lining up to participate. What's particularly loathsome are the celebrities and musicians who have actively aided the globalist agenda. At least one of my favourite musicians has had the guts to stand up and speak his mind. That would be Van Morrison. Contrast the Van to Bruce Springsteen and his recent concert for the vaccinated only. The latter is off my listening list for good now. 

Part of the price for spiritual advancement is disillusionment with the "glamour" of the world and if I were to die today, I would be leaving with a sense of profound disillusionment with all the world has to offer. Such an attitude promotes rebirth with an innate disinterest in the world and accelerates progress on the spiritual path. It's also possible to take up residency on the subtle plane and not return to this shit hole ever again. There are 8.4 million occupants and vacancies must come up from time to time as souls move on to the mental plane. Less likely but who knows? For those who remain, the full horror of what is being wreaked on the planet will become clear and a profound distrust of global organisations, politicians and government, health authorities and media outlets will arise. Hopefully some of the more prominent individuals will be called to account.

The emptiness of the technocratic vision will promote a revival of spiritual values but not a return to organised religions. Those religions have failed us by allying themselves with the powers-that-be or, rather, ought-not-to-be. The different faiths have divided humanity instead of uniting it. As the one hundred year period following Baba's death in 1969 draws to a close, a Sadguru will arise who draws attention to the Avatar's most recent advent and a new spirituality will develop around what He left for a despairing humanity.

As I write this, it's the midpoint of the year. What horrors await us, I don't know. Only the psychopaths orchestrating this drama know what the plan is. Bankruptcies, depression, and suicides will continue but the toll on children is inestimable. The current crop of children may be the last as they fall victim to irreparable damage to their reproductive organs. Herded into smart cities, tracked and traced, medicated, irradiated by 5G, brainwashed by the media, gender-confused ... these children would probably not want to reproduce anyway, even if they could.

However, each individual must cope with the horror in his or her own way. Even though I consider myself to be psychologically robust and medication-free, I wake up some days and feel an overwhelming sense of despair. It's like being in a vice and the vice is getting tighter, ever tighter. Where once I might have engaged in spirited debate about the state of the world, now I don't bother. There is nothing to debate. There is only division. Division between those who know what's going on and those who don't. 

Sunday, December 15, 2019

In My Life


I was listening to Johnny Cash's version of The Beatles classic "In My Life" and I was struck by the lyrics that I guess I only really listened to closely for the first time. They run like this:
In My Life
The Beatles

There are places I'll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone, and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead, and some are living
In my life, I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more

It's a perfect devotional song to sing for Meher Baba or Muhammed, Jesus Christ, Siddharta Gautama or any other transcendent being that has graced our planet and who has inspired that degree of love in us. In the official lyrics, the words are "In my life, I'll love you more" but I prefer Johnny Cash's "In my life, I love you more" because it centres the feeling in the present rather than the future.

Of course I'll be singing to Baba. The lyrics are befitting for a 70 year old such as myself to sing because by then one may have realised that love for a divine being trumps love for mere mortals:

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new

This is just one of several songs that a suitable for devotional purposes. A long time favourite of mine has been "How Can I Tell You" by Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam). In that song, once the words "honey" and "girl" have been taken out, it is entirely suitable. I also alter the phrase "I need to know you, Need to feel my arms around you, Feel my arms around you" to "I need to know you, Need to feel your arms around me, Feel your arms around me" which seems more appropriate. It should be up to the master to initiate the embrace.



How Can I Tell You
Cat Stevens

How can I tell you
That I love you
I love you
But I can't think of right words to say
I long to tell you
That I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you
But my words just blow away
Just blow away
It always ends up to one thing
And I can't think of right words to say

Wherever I am
I'm always walking with you
I'm always walking with you
But I look and you're not there
Whoever I'm with
I'm always, always talking to you
I'm always talking to you
And I'm sad that you can't hear
Sad that you can't hear
It always ends up to one thing
When I look and you're not there

I need to know you
Need to feel your arms around me
Feel your arms around me
Like a sea around a shore
Each night and day I pray
In hope that I might find you
In hope that I might find you
Because hearts can do no more
Can do no more
It always ends up to one thing
Still I kneel upon the floor

How can I tell you
That I love you
I love you
But I can't think of right words to say
I long to tell you
That I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you
It always ends up to one thing
And I can't think of right words to say
Van Morrison's "Hymns to the Silence" is also very devotional, as are many of his songs:



Here are the lyrics:
Hymns to the Silence
Van Morrison 
 
Oh my dear, oh my dear sweet love
Oh my dear, oh my dear sweet love
When I'm away from you, when I'm away from you
Well I feel, yeah, well I feel so sad and blue
Well I feel, well I feel so sad and blue
Oh my dear, oh my dear, oh my dear sweet love
When I'm away from you, I just have to sing, my hymns
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence 
Oh my dear, oh my dear sweet love it's a long, long journey
Long, long journey, journey back home
Back home to you, feel you by my side
Long journey, journey, journey
Yeah in the midnight, in the midnight, I burn the candle
Burn the candle at both ends, burn the candle at both ends
Burn the candle at both ends, burn the candle at both ends
And I keep on, 'cause I can't sleep at night
Until the daylight comes through
And I just, and I just, have to sing
Sing my hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
My hymns to the silence 
I want to go out in the countryside
Oh sit by the clear, cool, crystal water
Get my spirit, way back to the feeling
Deep in my soul, I want to feel
Oh so close to the One, close to the One
Close to the One, close to the One
And that's why, I keep on singing
My hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence 
Oh my hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Oh hymns to the silence, oh hymns to the silence
Oh hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Oh my dear, my dear sweet love 
Can you feel the silence? can you feel the silence?
Can you feel the silence? can you feel the silence? 
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence.

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Silence Day 2019

Here I am again, trying to observe Silence Day in commemoration of the day that Meher Baba began his lifetime of silence. I've made several posts over the years about this day:



What's disappointing of course is the paucity of such posts since I started this blog in November of 2006. Ideally I should have made a post every year given that silence was the defining characteristic of Baba's life on Earth and why he is sometimes called "The Silent Master". 

My daily habit is to note the number of days I've been alive and to make some comment on this number in my mathematical blog. I've been doing this diligently for many years in marked contrast to the number of posts I've made about Baba. This is to be expected given that, like most humans, I am mesmerised by my own existence. However, today I thought it appropriate to look at how many days old Baba was when he began his silence. It turns out he was 11458 days old (see Figure 1).

Figure 1: WolframAlpha calculation

The number 11458 = 2 * 17 * 337 but I'll leave off there as I don't want to get too distracted by the mathematics. However, looking at Baba's diurnal age when certain key events occurred in his life would be an interesting exercise. Meanwhile, Figure 2 shows this number in a decorative font:

Figure 2: taken from this site

I came across a site that allows one to create an OBAMA HOPE inspired photo and I used that to produce a photo of Baba. See Figure 3:

Figure 3: produced at
http://obamapostermaker.com/

The challenge on Silence Day of course is to keep silent and right from the start I was tested. Getting up before the sun, I took my dog for a walk and came across a pet rabbit on the road that I immediately started making a succession of "tsk, tsk" sounds toward in order to lure it closer so that I could pet it. It hopped away but I immediately realised my error. It didn't constitute a vocalisation but it was a sound so it served to remind me to be on my guard. The other danger is reflex vocalisation such as occurs when somebody gives you something and you automatically say "thanks".

As the day wore on, I got to thinking about how Baba's silence might be reflected in his natal chart which I've shown in Figure 4 with some features highlighted. The key planet to consider of course will be Mercury, the planet of communication, and this planet is prominently aspected in his chart. It is a semi-sextile aspect to Venus, sextile to Jupiter, sesquiquadrate to the Moon and quincunx Saturn. The aspect to the retrograde Saturn is especially close and reflects the limitations and discipline involved in not speaking. Mercury is in the middle of the second house (representing the body and its capacities) and Saturn is in the ninth house (representing his "philosophy" and mode of instruction). Venus and Jupiter lend support so that the handicap of not speaking in nonetheless perceived as harmonious, expressive and even eloquent.

Figure 4: Baba's chart with annotations

Impressive as this is, the chart shown together with the transits on the day he began his silence is extraordinary and this is shown in Figure 5. I've not even added any annotations because the situation is shown so clearly. An amazing conjunction of transiting Mercury, Venus and Mars on the seventh house cusp is exactly square the natal Moon with transiting Saturn sitting atop it. The natal Sun and natal Mars are closely involved as well. The actual mid-point between natal Jupiter and natal Saturn in 9°24' of Leo. On July 11th 1925, transiting Mercury, Venus and Mars all met at this point (give or take a few minutes of arc). This was a transient but remarkable conjunction.

Figure 5: transits to the natal chart
on the day Baba's began his silence

The stars most certainly did align on that day as well they should when the Master of the Universe begins the Silence that was to define this most recent advent of the Avatar.

I played Van Morrison's "Hymns to the Silence" and once again was impressed by the lyrics:


Hymns to the Silence

Oh my dear, oh my dear sweet love
Oh my dear, oh my dear sweet love
When I'm away from you, when I'm away from you
Well I feel, yeah, well I feel so sad and blue
Well I feel, well I feel so sad and blue
Oh my dear, oh my dear, oh my dear sweet love
When I'm away from you, I just have to sing, my hymns
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
 
Oh my dear, oh my dear sweet love it's a long, long journey
Long, long journey, journey back home
Back home to you, feel you by my side
Long journey, journey, journey
Yeah in the midnight, in the midnight, I burn the candle
Burn the candle at both ends, burn the candle at both ends
Burn the candle at both ends, burn the candle at both ends
And I keep on, 'cause I can't sleep at night
Until the daylight comes through
And I just, and I just, have to sing
Sing my hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
My hymns to the silence
 
I want to go out in the countryside
Oh sit by the clear, cool, crystal water
Get my spirit, way back to the feeling
Deep in my soul, I want to feel
Oh so close to the One, close to the One
Close to the One, close to the One
And that's why, I keep on singing
My hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Oh my hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Oh hymns to the silence, oh hymns to the silence
Oh hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Oh my dear, my dear sweet love
Can you feel the silence? can you feel the silence?
Can you feel the silence? can you feel the silence?
 
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence.