{"id":334,"date":"2024-11-04T10:22:40","date_gmt":"2024-11-04T10:22:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mylisteningheart.org\/?post_type=episode_posts&p=334"},"modified":"2024-11-04T10:27:37","modified_gmt":"2024-11-04T10:27:37","slug":"episode-1-recurring-dream","status":"publish","type":"episode_posts","link":"https:\/\/mylisteningheart.org\/?episode_posts=episode-1-recurring-dream","title":{"rendered":"Episode 1: Recurring Dream"},"content":{"rendered":"

Recurring Dream\u00a0<\/em><\/h4>\n

This dream occurred several times before I turned fifty.\u00a0 It was exactly the same each time, and I experienced the same sensations in my body on waking.<\/p>\n

Powerful sensations, which I could not ignore and which contributed to a chain of life-transforming, affirming actions and events.\u00a0 This dream, which insisted I take notice,\u00a0 represents the essence of this part of my memoirs.\u00a0 Possibly its origins are rooted well before I approached fifty.\u00a0 But the dream itself is pivotal.<\/p>\n

I enter a barn-type structure: large, wooden.\u00a0 \u2018Grange\u2019 in French, the spaces inside these structures, voluminous and dark, are quiet and usually provide storage for anything and everything.\u00a0 I am excited;\u00a0 almost overwhelmed with a sense of anticipation at what I may find when my eyes become accustomed to the surroundings.\u00a0 It<\/em>\u2019s like going into a brocante and knowing that somewhere, underneath all the apparent junk, there is something amazing waiting to be found.<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

As my eyes move over the stacked and stored contents, I recognise what they have in common. \u00a0They are <\/em>\u2018keyboards\u2019,<\/em> and each contains a series of keys.\u00a0 The series range from one to eight octaves like a full size piano keyboard.\u00a0 I am surprised to see that they are all made of different materials\u00a0 <\/em>\u2013 every conceivable material.\u00a0 And I sit down at each to play them, one by one.<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

I \u2018play<\/em>\u2018 a porcelain piano, which has two or three octaves.\u00a0 It is like white china, and has a floral design round the edges, with borders in dark and light pinks and greens. \u00a0It looks as though it is from another time, another century.\u00a0 I recall the touch of these cold notes\/keys, as they move under my fingers emitting sounds so pure and etheric they sound\u00a0 like far-off tinkling bell tones from another dimension.<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

There is also a \u2018<\/em>piano<\/em>\u2019 made from bamboo, the notes or keys of its octave flat and grainy like bamboo.\u00a0 Light and dark, like a kind of xylophone.\u00a0 And there is one made of metal… keyboard made with different metals -copper, zinc\u2019.<\/em><\/p>\n

More than that I cannot recall.<\/p>\n

But I do have a clear memory of how each beautiful tone sounded.\u00a0 I can remember how they felt to my touch and how they rang out into the darkness when I played.\u00a0 I played, and could play, every object in that space, listening to the most exquisite music I had ever heard.\u00a0 With delight and an inner knowing of how to move across their keys, my fingers \u2018knew\u2019 how to elicit these celestial tones.\u00a0 It was like nothing I had ever heard on this plane.<\/p>\n

And then there was the sensation in my body on waking!\u00a0 It was vibrating.\u00a0 All the cells in my body seemed to be in resonance and charged with an indescribable energy.\u00a0 I could feel the energy pulsing through my hands and into my fingers.\u00a0 But the overwhelming feeling, which had flooded my entire being, was one of joy coupled with a deep knowing that I could access that astounding music in the unseen realms if I go within.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Another powerful message from my Soul- a dream which could not be ignored.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":335,"template":"","categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-334","episode_posts","type-episode_posts","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-part-2-music-and-my-soul"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mylisteningheart.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/episode_posts\/334","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mylisteningheart.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/episode_posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mylisteningheart.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/episode_posts"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mylisteningheart.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/335"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mylisteningheart.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=334"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mylisteningheart.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=334"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mylisteningheart.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=334"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}