Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Meditation


I went to church last Sunday. Worth the price of admission: a choral meditation by the twelve voice choir. It consisted of the word "Imani" (which I believe means "faith") sung slowly over and over again. It doesn't sound like much, but I cannot describe how beautiful it was. I just sat with my eyes closed and could feel those voices reverberating through me. I found myself repeating "Imani" as walked down the beach this morning, experiencing again the meditative benefits.

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  1. I once participated in a singing meditation with about 60 other people and the voices also reverberated throughout my body and I could really feel the vibration of the chords. It was an amazing feeling.

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  2. You have a very nice blog.

    Wren
    http://z10.invisionfree.com/Journey_Back_in_Time

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  3. Wow, I may have to try that. Sounds wonderful.

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  4. Forgive me for replying to all your old posts, but you have that little app running at the bottom of the page, and I find these neat older post...bras, meditation, etc.

    No one will ever accuse me of being overly religious, I am pretty much a going to hell Lutheran and a new age flake, but I do have my moments where I get knocked on my tush by God. Years ago I helped my father in law repair pipe organs. Easter is a big time in the organ business, everyone wants their organ tuned up for the Easter service.

    It was a dark rainy Holy Thursday, our first tuning job for the day was a huge old Roman Catholic Church that looked like a cathedral. All the lights were off and the only light in the sanctuary was from the dull rainy daylight coming in the many beautiful stained glass window and the numerous candles that RCs always have burning. We entered the church and went up to the choir loft. There were about 40 women sitting in the dark church chanting the Hail Mary, just over and over. This lasted for 20 minutes to a half hour.

    I suddenly slipped into one of my moments, where you suddenly are aware of ultimate truths of the universe and all is right with the world. But of course, stupid me, I have this chatter box brain that can't simply BE, it has to be gabbing continuously. So my chatterbox starts screaming internally "its happening! Its happening!" The moment was immediately blasted away by the internal simpleton that roams in my head. But for a brief-eternal moment I became One with God from the simple albeit beautiful experience of 40 women chanting in a dark church. That ranks up there in the top 10 experiences in my life. I suppose that is a testament to a rather boring life.

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