At times language got in our way. The information from the knowing field would come a bit garble, maybe two words smashed together.
You know thoufeel that’s what it is. I might hear during a session.
When the thought and the feeling are together, not separated.
“Well, for your info, we don’t say that.”
What do you say?
“We say a thought and a feeling.”
But that’s not what it is, it is one thing, not two.
I racked my brain for a better word. “Maybe you mean intuition.”
No, intuition is a different thing all together. Intuition arrives because you are connected to the surroundings; you are tapped into the oneness. A thoufeel is the use of the heart and the head energy at the same time.
“Okay what do you call it?’
Heshemanashehema, except we don’t say it, we sing it, and your brain can’t possible hear all the sounds within the thing you call a word which to us is a tonal sequence of varying vibration.
“So language limits us?”
In a way, it limits this conversation, but then if you were able to know everything your brain would be unable to process it. Your language keeps you safe in that body and mind, so in that way the word limiting is not right. But language, and I mean spoken word, also separates you, however you have other language that connects.
“Like body language?”
No art, music, touch, dance, and lovemaking. Mostly these can be the language of the soul and are always understood.
Sometimes, art of all forms becomes egocentric and will not stand the test of time. Art from the soul will touch us throughout time, it will speak to the human mind for as long as it exists.
“Like Beethoven? “
Yes, or just drumming, you do not need to be Beethoven to connect with music.
“So we should drum?”
If you want to drum then do it. Remember, rules involve judgment; the point of existence is full experience, if you want to experience your soul-incarnate creative endeavors of all kinds are good for that experience. The creative endeavor expands the experience of the soul, with this expansion the soul can inform the creative endeavor and so the cycle grows and grows.
“So humans are meant to create some kind of art.”
Absolutely, but you are not to judge that art, and the art is not to become a god.
“What do you mean by that?”
You have created false idols of artists, actors and singers. It is a natural outcome of the soul not being able to express itself through personal art, and so you make those that create art—certain kinds of art that you judge ‘good’ at this period of time—gods.
“So that’s wrong?”
Not wrong, it simply limits the souls experience of the oneness by focusing on an individual. It is both hard on you and hard on the individual creating the art.
“So what is your advice?”
Live, laugh, create, write, dance, sing, draw, sculpt, play, drum, stop being so serious.
“Isn’t that a judging statement, stop being so serious?”
No because I don’t consider the act of not being serious necessary to connection or limiting love. You asked for advice, I gave it to you, I will love you just the same no matter your response to that advice.
There is one thing you ought to know we—meaning ‘we’ those vibrations individuated from the oneness to create connection for human souls—we cannot hear words really. We can connect to thoughts, feelings, and song or music. A conversation between two human beings means little to us, but the intention or feeling and thoughts regarding that conversation connects us to you. Remember that girl at camp?
My mind went immediately to the camp I worked at when I was about 15. It was a strange experience, my father had been asked to be on staff at a camp for children that were deaf, blind and/or disabled in some way. Some of them had multiple physical disabilities. I was in charge of the horses and helped the kids ride. I learned a great deal at the camp but one of the most memorable part of that week was the night at the campfire.
We were all sitting around singing and someone was playing guitar. Seemingly out of nowhere, a young girl stood up and made noises for all of us to listen. She was deaf and had down syndrome and could not speak words really, she began swaying and sort of dancing and then she started speaking. It was a chant, or song and speech at the same time, I could feel a story within the words, a story of her life, she pointed and gestured and sang and grunted and we all sat there, mesmerized by her determination to explain her life. Parts of the story held anger, other parts love, other parts frustration; she told us everything without using one recognizable word. When she was finished she sat down and we were all speechless, somehow our language now seemed insufficient, simple, lacking in meaning. She stared at us for a second, awaiting a response, and then we all began clapping, joyously and reverently for her beautiful display of life story.
“So we kind of look like that girl to you, our words meaning nothing but our intentions and feelings behind those words mean everything.”
Yes. This is how you are even hearing me now, this is not a voice, but strength of intentions moving through you and filtering to be interpreted by the mind to be reformed into the language you understand. It is the openness to connection and the lack of fear and judgment that allows this interaction occur.
“Then I am missing a lot.”
You are doing just fine, let it keep flowing, don’t latch on to what it lacks, stay with what it gives, this is the point of language anyway, to give something of ourselves to the other. When it all becomes to much for your mind, sing, just sing.