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We are spiritual beings having a human experience. – Teilhard de Chardin

The Music of Ireland

Gorse Field © Stefanie Neumann - All Rights Reserved.

You could have an Ireland without the very foundation rock that is the isle itself.
You could have one without the azure sky and the sea that splashes against it on all sides.
You could have one without the trees, the gorse and the sheep,
but you couldn’t have one without the music.

It is possible to have it without the English, without the catholic church,
the sea weed, the rye, the roads and the strife,
but you could not have one without the music.

So bring me the sound of the isles, the soul of the people.
And bring me the embrace and the smile of the people, their kindness and joy.
And bring me a pint, and a hearth with fire and the sound of musical instruments old and new,
And bring me the music of Ireland, the voice of Ireland.
And I’ll know Ireland again, like I did before I was born.

2015 July, 13 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , | 3 Comments

Your Sixth Sense

Steffi Rose © Stefanie Neumann - All Rights Reserved

YOUR SIXTH SENSE

The five senses – sight, smell, hearing, touch and taste – are our wonderful connections to the third dimension. They are amazing. Even more amazing is the way they work in concert with each other to provide us with a perspective of who we are in our world.  Even more amazing is how the loss of one or more of the senses is compensated for by the others, like when someone loses their sight, they begin to notice sounds like never before. The senses are our software interface to the physical (hardware) world. Our physical self needs this information to interact with the physical world.

For me, the sixth sense is not being able to hear something others cannot (clairaudience), or see something others do not (clairvoyance) or smell or taste of feel something no one else does (clair-whatever) – no, for me the sixth sense is our connection to things in the form of an awakening, a realization of who we are. We are not physical – we are spirit. We are not a physical body, we’re just temporarily using one each day. At night, we remember ourselves without the body for a while. Then, as we return to the body, we begin again to experience ourselves as physical. We call that awake, which is amusing, because by any definition, it is definitely not awake.

Being awake is experiencing yourself as a being of love. And this can only be done by allowing one’s attention to be in the heart. How do you do that? You just did it! You read the words and you wondered what does that mean, what’s that like? And then you were there.

What was that moment like? Wonder? Fullness? Release? Connection? Curiosity? Free breathing? Calm? How does it feel without the questioning? Wonder. Fullness. Release. Connection. Curiosity. Free breathing. Calm. Or like this: I am wonder. I am fullness. I am release. I am connection. I am curiosity. I am free breathing. I am calm.

Our purpose on Earth is very simple – experience ourselves as physical beings while remembering we are not physical beings.

For me, music makes instant this feeling, and simplifies what seems complicated.

I love what the students of music call Western Art music. And for some reason, I most consistently find good connection with German Western Art music. So below I’ve posted a lovely version of “Wiegenlied”, D. 498, op. 98 No. 2 by Franz Schubert, here performed by Gundula Janowitz and Irwin Gage. Here are the words in German and English (the English translation is more literal than poetic).

When I heard this piece for the first time (an instrumental version) I was moved to tears. My wife, Steffi, heard it and came into the room. She sang the first verse to me and then explained that the rest of the words tell a story of a mother whose young child has died. The mother sings this song to him. (see – crying again ..).

The heart opens, and we know ourselves as pure love.

“Wiegenlied”, D. 498, op. 98 No. 2 by Franz Schubert

Sleep, sleep, dear, sweet boy,

Rocking gently under mother’s hand;

Softly, peacefully, gentle comforts

float with you in your swaddling clothes.

 

Sleep, sleep in the sweet grave,

still protected by your mother’s arms;

all desires, all possessions

she holds lovingly, glowing warm with love.

 

Sleep, sleep in the downy bosom,

the sounds of love still grow around you;

a lily, a rose,

after sleep they will reward you.

 

—–

 

Schlafe, schlafe, holder süßer Knabe,

Leise wiegt dich deiner Mutter Hand;

Sanfte Ruhe, milde Labe

Bringt dir schwebend dieses Wiegenband.

 

Schlafe, schlafe in dem süßen Grabe,

Noch beschützt dich deiner Mutter Arm,

Alle Wünsche, alle Habe

Faßt sie liebend, alleliebe warm.

 

Schlafe, schlafe in der Flaumen Schoße,

Noch umtönt dich lauter Liebeston,

Eine Lilie, eine Rose,

Nach dem Schlafe werd’ sie dir zum Lohn.

2014 November, 7 Posted by | Self-Love | , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

The Hand We Are Dealt

Clarinet pic © 2013 Stefanie Neumann

I have always been envious of musical talent in others.  In my early teens as I was trying to think my way into a career path, I found myself facing the fact that my own talents were merely moderate and my musical mind too blunt to allow for a successful career.  Encouragement from teachers or friends felt good.  I was not convinced.

I was torn between believing that only a great desire on my part could fuel a musical career – a desire I did not possess – or believing that only sufficient talent would open door after door and that process would always compel me to continue, all the while supporting my happiness and success.

I believed that those that I deemed successful had great talent and great opportunity.  These successful ones had great teachers, supportive family, friends, teachers and protégés.  I believed their life was happy because they enjoyed demonstrating their talents and abilities and found that they were always the standout, the best of the best – each opportunity to perform providing yet another triumph to feed their egos and their good fortunes.

Deciding that only hard work and practice could compensate for any shortfall in talent, I worked hard practicing the clarinets (all of them) and relished my experience as an ensemble player in various student groups (bands, clarinet choirs, wind ensembles, orchestras and pick up groups).

Still, all the while it felt like my star could not rise very far.  I struggled with the idea of what I considered the ideal – playing professionally in a top quality organization – and perhaps only being a very average student player who teaches children in public schools.  The latter did not feel important enough to me.  This depressed me.

Since that time, I have done more reading about the lives of some very talented, very famous musicians.  And I have done lots of homework metaphysically practicing with tools that help with the release of negative patterns and tools that support the allowance of self-love.  It has been a slow and sad wake up call.  It has felt like “Yeah, I know.  I knew that.”

A great talent coupled with a strong desire to share one’s gifts guarantees nothing.  The income, respect or fame that is experienced may be great or small or somewhere in between.

As this obvious fact slowly soaked in through my preconceived, egoistic belief system I have had to be stern with myself to learn one of the lessons in life that I believe I am here to learn: the life being lived that I perceive in others is what it is and it is not a demonstration of anything to do with
me.

I believe now that ambition, something I possess in very a low quantity, is not a key ingredient to success.  Neither is desire, talent or luck.  It is really more of a personality trait.  It is neither good nor bad.

I have learned that what a life looks like from the outside is ultimately meaningless to the person living it.  Instead it is the feeling each person has in their heart as they live their life each day that is the true nature of our experience.

Being honest with ourselves, honoring ourselves and choosing a life path that resonates as fully as possible with our own personal truth is the foundation for finding joy.

I now know it is okay to believe that the experience of being in the world is very personal.  We cannot observe others’ behavior as a way to figure out how we should be.  We cannot covet what we believe to be an ideal life that another has.  Such observations of the overt are helpful as we navigate our way through the world (literally and figuratively) but they help not at all with allowing our heart’s desires to come through.

I breathe a deep breath of release.  The connection of heart and life is nothing to do with what we call talent.  It is nothing to do with money, friends, family or luck.  We are all equipped to function fully in living a life that awakens our personal truth, our personal connection to our life here on Earth.

What does that end up looking like one might ask?  Feel within yourself for that experience.  Love yourself.  Allow your heart to resonate and feel acceptance, clarity, happiness.  You had these feelings before you had a body and you can experience them with a body as well.  This is truly the hand you were dealt.  Your fullness and flawlessness has always been who you are.

2014 March, 21 Posted by | Self-Love | , , , , , , , | 4 Comments