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The Cosmic Song and Dance

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Tying in with the main article on Circles within Circles here is a piece of prose and a poem on the subject of the great cosmic dance both written by yours truly:

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Music, music all around

Can you hear it: The Music? It’s all around you if you only have ears to hear. Go on open them; take a deep breath, close your eyes and just listen for once, really, really concentrate on the sounds of life, the universe, everything around you: the music of the spheres, the rhapsody of creation.

I’ve always been able to hear it – the ohm, the notes that flow through the spaces in between the stars. A noise quite unlike any other, made up of the sum of all other sounds: the crackle of space energy, remnants from the biggest sound of all – the Big Bang, the first of all sounds … Star Music. If I tune in I can hear the song of the ocean even without a seashell held to my ear. When I still my consciousness I feel the vibrations of rocks and stones, and hear the quiet susurrations made by grass growing, petals and leaves unfurling. In my heart I feel the deep moans of  huge trees straining under the weight of decades, centuries even, of earthly knowledge, and the sounds of great whales serenading the planet and calling to their cousins, the Angels, above and beyond. Can you? The whole universe is singing for your benefit, for our benefit; a daily opera more real than any TV Soap or Covent Garden performance.

Science Fiction writers talk about the silence of space. No! No! Nooo!  Space isn’t silent, Life isn’t silent – it’s shouting, screaming out to be heard; a glorious choral cacophony of rejoicing and thankfulness, purely because it exists – and you can listen in any time you want; no subscriptions, satellites or aerials needed.  All you need to do is take time, be still, listen, reach out with your consciousness, and you’ll hear it whispering … singing … shouting … at you.

So now you know! As you go about your daily life keep your ears wide open. Listen out for those amazing acappellas of ordinariness: the percussion beats of rain as you take shelter in the park, the cracking of ice thawing on the surface of winter puddles and the metronomic drip drip drip of icicles melting, the pizzicato nonsense of garden birds heralding the silvery dawning light of morning, the symphonic scratchings and rustlings of tiny bugs and worms working the earth, the giant guitar strums of wild winter wind in wires, and the full orchestral power of storms and oceans punctuated by the slow sad booming heartbeat of our precious put-upon earth. Listen to the:

flapping, tapping, trickling, tooting, hooting, hissing, clicking, clattering, clashing, crackling, hushing, rushing, whistling, wailing, whining

wonder of this noisy world of ours. Revel in the healingful purrings of our furry feline friends, rejoice as they join their brother wolves and howl at the moon, and join in if you dare. Then laugh along with the cheerfulness of canine  barks and equine whinnies,  and the friendly chortlings and snuffles of guinea pigs and rabbits, the croak of frogs. Cry with the sheer splendour of recorded compositions on vinyl, CD or I player or sung in Sunday Gospel choirs and Monday morning school assemblies and Friday night drink washed bars. Every minute the digital memories of words, thousands upon thousands of conversations (happy, sad, indifferent, or just plain cruel) pass through the telephone wires. Can you hear them calling to you? Do you heed the crackling of electricity in the pylons, or the humming of data in the ether, busy travelling the worldwide web, and urging you to wake up and join in the great concerto of life?

Above all, can you feel, deep in your soul, the harmonic human variations on a life theme:

babies crying, lovers murmuring, people chuntering, chuckling, chanting, chattering, moaning, groaning, panting, praying, whispering,

weeping, shouting, shushing, snorting …. and yes, singing … singing everywhere.

There’s a billion, billion galaxies out there, each full of life; moons and planets all spinning like tops; moons orbitting planets; planets orbitting suns; suns revolving around galaxies; swirling galaxies circling endlessly around each other. All that energy generated: pouring though the Cosmic Radio; everything, everyone, singing together in universal connectedness and concord. Beyond that, in perpetual and holy synchrony with the physical universe, the sound of Angels: the beat of mighty wings, the ecstasy of heavenly voices; Celestial conductors keeping our Universal Choir singing in unison. No-one is alone, nothing lonely – because we’re all making Star Music together. So listen won’t you! You’ve been told. Music is all around you … just listen … and then Sing.

  night sky northern hemisphere

The Cosmic Dance

Starlight tells a strange, strange story

Of time’s fiery beginning

When all was gas and elements

Around nothing, slowely spinning

 

So far it travels, the tale it tells

Is of a universe without form

A swirling tide for eons long

A roiling, boiling thing of storms

 

Still speeding on through space, it speaks

Of a thousand suns so bright

That whirl, and waltz, their fire throughout

A million long galactic nights

 

Then not so long in cosmic terms

The suns spawn rings of worlds

That in their circling, spinning turn

Into that dance are hurled

 

Upon a world, a molten place

Comes lightening, then, and cooling rain

Electrons form, like spinning beads

To start their own entwining chains

 

An intricate dance of twirling pairs

That spiral round and multiply

A pattern for the greatest dance

Of all, allowing life to leap and fly

 

First light, that through the void has spun,

To us, brings tales of awe and chance

Voyaging on, through space it comes

To take our hands, and lead us in the cosmic dance

night sky southern hemisphere

 

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Doctor Who week

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Oh I am in bliss! We are in the countdown to next Saturday and I am enjoying the excess of programmes on TV celebrating …

50 Years of Doctor Who!

All my other interests will go to the wall this week as I watch the many offerings on the BBC and WATCH TV channels. I am already immersed in the music as I play my collection of soundtracks from the various ‘new age’ series and specials from the 9th to the 11th doctors. My all-time favourite tracks are the theme tune to the Pandorica, River Song’s theme (I so want to be her), Vale Decem from the 10th doctor’s regeneration, and the theme for Gallifrey. This will mean absolutely nothing to anyone not interested in DW but so what, it’s my blog and I’ll write about whatever I want – you’ll just have to humour me – it will only be for a week till the 50th special programme on Saturday 23rd November 2013.

389 my Gallifrey tattoo (on back of lower left arm and linking to my Stardancer tattoo – see earlier post); an interesting fact is that the tattoo is an ambigram – it reads the same both ways up and front to back.

People ask me who is my favourite Who? It’s a really hard question that as they all have their strengths. I suppose in the old series from my childhood to my children’s childhood (gosh a whole generation’s span, in itself) my favourites have to be Peter Davison (the 5th doctor) and Tom Baker (the 4th).

Don’t ask me about companions though – I can’t remember who went with Who except for Sarah Jane. I’m not that much of a DW geek – I can’t tell you who played what in which episode and how many weeks was each storyline etc etc. I just like the bigger picture – the adventure, the wonder, the science, the monsters, the magic, and I’ve watched every episode, at least once – more in recent years due to DVDs and record-plus etc.

If you’d asked me who my favourite modern Doctor was a couple of years ago then I’d have said categorically David Tennant’s ‘icon of cool’ 10th Doctor, but I’m not so sure now. I love Matt Smith’s wacky mad 11th Doctor who is so lonely and sad inside; just as I was wowed by Christopher Ecclestone’s northern leather-clad 9th Doctor. Let’s face it – I just like the Doctor – the idea of the Doctor – our own private protector of the Earth – more vulnerable, more human yet oh-so-alien superhero who never fights, and more approachable than the Marvel superheroes. Who wouldn’t, given the chance, step right into that beautiful blue box if they heard that familiar whooshing as it landed in their garden one night (I’m still wishing and hoping and waiting).

10th doctor   two fab pix my Grandson photo-shopped for me  doctor opie

Going back to the science of Doctor Who – wasn’t Proff Cox’s programme last Thursday excellent? Oh not the science – he didn’t really tell us anything we didn’t already know from watching Wonders of the Solar System etc. But the interplays between the Proff and the Doctor in the Tardis scenarios were priceless. Wouldn’t Brian make a fab companion? Just imagine the pair of them off exploring the wonders of the universe for real. Whoever came up with the idea (and I suspect it was Proff Cox who wrote and produced the programme, I think I read it somewhere) was sheer genius.

I am so looking forward to a weekend of monsters, then discussions and readings on the radio, a play about how Who came into being, showings of ‘old’ episodes, all culminating in the big 50th programme on Saturday. What will I be doing? I know many people are planning Who parties but for me it’s just – my sofa, some chocolate, my TV, the Doctor (well three of them actually) and me!

Right – the series 6 CD has finished – which soundtrack shall I listen to next … erm … yes, I know – The Christmas Carol special, the one with Kathryn Jenkins singing (wasn’t that an enchanted episode – fog swimming fish!) – double wonderful.