Divine Frequency

Happy Summer Solstice! I had another wildly lucid harmonics dream (the fifth of its kind in as many years) that I was in a circle of light orbited by bands of oscillating colors and pitches. Once again, an intelligence communicated to me from the center of the light through some form of mental telepathy that I was being “harmonically recalibrated” by the tuning fork of the universe so that I would vibrate at the “divine frequency.” As the colors and pitches changed in strobe-like pulses, surges of energy shot up my spine like fireworks, with the oscillations coming faster and faster, increasing in interval and frequency, bending upward in pitch – higher and higher and higher and higher – until the top of my head exploded in some ego shattering celestial orgasm. Suddenly I was many stars and all of space at the same time, simultaneously pulling at and supporting myself.

“We are all of it!” sang the stars.

“I AM,” echoed the vast expanse.

I hung there suspended in a state of awe and bliss as galaxies bloomed before my eyes like time lapse photography. And then, at long last, I felt the sensation of floating downward through light snow, and I became aware of my body again, and of a pulsating whir that brought me back to density. As the whir faded and I wiggled my fingers and toes, I could make out strains of music in the far distant reaches of space time. The sounds of a tinkling piano.

Supernatural Lucid Dreams

Happy Spring Equinox! It’s almost my birthday! Another year goes by, just like that. Amaaazing. At least I like my birthday numbers: 3/25. Nice and odd, just like me, hehe. On a separate note, I feel like I’m anointed with supernatural powers these days, since I’ve written something like 77 new songs in the past six months, and I’ve been having the most unbelievable lucid dreams every night. And I’m not talking about vivid dreams, but fully conscious out of body experiences.

Since you’ve been patrons of my art and admirers of my imagination, I don’t mind sharing some of my experiences with you, since this is where my inspiration comes from. But first I should mention that these are not your typical, run of the mill nighttime musings. Before you wonder, no I do not have any sleep disorders, nor do I have a defect in the part of my brain that regulates sleep and awake. That being said, here is an example of one of my most recent experiences, one I will never forget.

It happened one evening near the end of January when I was laying in bed talking to God. Earlier in the day I had asked to please be given a spiritual experience, like the prophets of old were, and as I lay there in bed that evening, I continued praying that I would be shown the spirit realm. I was still praying when I heard a voice communicate directly to my brain, “Look towards the door.”

I turned my head to the right and watched as my bedroom door silently opened and a small dark personage about three feet tall moved slowly into my room, without any visible stride, as though it was on one of those people conveyor belts at the airport. I immediately recognized that I felt no fear, but wondered momentarily if this was an alien and what was going to happen to me now.

I didn’t move a muscle but continued to look right at this small being as it made its way to the side of my bed. In the dim light of the room, I could see plainly that it did not appear to look like an alien, but like the shadow of a small child. I noted that I could make out no facial features; no eyes, no nose, no mouth.

As the creature stood before me – even as soon as it reached my bedside – through the door came something behind it, like a huge pipe coming down and out of the ceiling, at least two feet in diameter. The pipe followed the path of the small creature until it came to rest immediately above me. As I lay there, intentionally not moving lest I disturb the vision in any way, I began to rise up out of the bed and towards the ceiling. The pipe seemed to be magnetizing me out of my physical body, and completely without fear, I remained still and savored the experience of rising through the room.

Once I passed through the ceiling, I was immediately in some kind of round spinning orb with my brother. It was like a giant hamster ball full of lights, and it tumbled around like a roller coaster. I closed my eyes and saw images of people assembling and various earthly things projected onto my mind and I noticed the absence of any emotional reaction. Then, suddenly, I lost consciousness and the next thing I knew it was morning and I woke up utterly exhausted as though I hadn’t slept at all. I wish I could remember what else happened!

But for the record, I’ve had a whole lot of experiences very much like the one I just described – only minus the part about the little faceless being. That was freaking weird.

Most of the time when I lucid dream, I hear and feel the wind, or sometimes it’s more like a whirring sensation, right before my body begins vibrating very rapidly. Then I’ll either fall out of my body, like free falling from an airplane, or I’ll rise up and out of my body, into the lucid dreamscape. And I’m conscious and aware the whole time that this is happening. At this point, there’s not yet the experience of falling asleep – although that occasionally happens somewhere in the middle of the lucid dream. During the primary astral transition, however, I go from a fully conscious state of being awake to a fully conscious state of seeing and existing in some kind of hyperdimensional plane.

Sometimes I’ll not only feel the vibrations whirring through my body as the astral separates from the physical, but I’ll also feel someone crawling up onto the bed where I am. The sense of a presence is very real, and it used to scare the living daylights out of me, to the point where I would jump out of bed screaming “help, help!” and the experience would dissipate. But while reading ancient Hebrew scriptures, I realized that the prophets were often fearful when they encountered beings in the spirit realm, so I stopped fearing and let the visions carry me off.

Gosh, I’d be bored if I didn’t have myself to play with!

Unleash Your Creative Superpowers

For those of you who have written to me on the subject of creativity, asking how to get inspired and how to open yourself up as a conduit to channel creative energy, here are a few basic tips that fell out of my hair when I shook it this morning.

Before you get started, think for a moment about where creative ideas come from. You know the little voice inside your head? Everybody has one, and it’s talking to you all the time, but people oftentimes don’t hear theirs because they’ve unintentionally drown it out with a constant onslaught of noise and distractions. So how do you tune in to your inner voice and open yourself up to stream of consciousness creativity? Here’s what works for me.

Simply… SILENCE. Lots of it.

Many of us live in a noisy world, so we have to take initiative to bring about the kind of sacred space necessary for creative channeling work. I live in a secluded wilderness paradise and still have to make lifestyle choices to get the kind of silence I need for creative work. The three biggest factors, for me, in keeping mental distractions at bay and cultivating silence can be summed up like this:

1. No TV
No kidding. Creativity requires lots of quiet time, and that’s why TV is one of the worst things for creativity there is. Of course occasionally watching an artistic film or an inspiring story is one thing, but constantly subjecting your sensory input faculties to inane drivel and nonstop marketing messages is like intentionally downloading viruses onto your hard drive. It’s SPAM for your brain. So if you want to connect with your true self and unleash all that innate creative genius you know is lying dormant in your soul, your first order of business is to clean up your mind and get rid of all that extraneous noise. Bottom line? Turn off the TV and let your imagination recover. Give it up.

2. No Internet
The computer is a great tool for bringing creative ideas into density, but until you have those ideas, it tends to be a major distraction. It’s too easy to get caught up looking at what other people are doing instead of making something out of yourself. Your mind is like a butterfly net. You have to run around in the breeze and open it up to catch something. Clear your mind and take a walk in nature. Don’t think about anything. To the untrained mind, this seems impossible, but if you get into a rhythm with your breathing and walking you’ll enter into a mild hypnotic trance and this is what makes you receptive.

3. No Radio
If you’re trying to write songs and are searching for a way to develop your own unique style, stop listening to other people’s music for a while. Even if you’re not a musician, you’ll find that the silence enables you listen for that voice in your head.

What else?

4. Psychic Space. Sometimes this means ending certain relationships that are psychically draining you. All the silence in the world won’t do you any good if there’s somebody up in your psychic space taxing your mental resources, like an unnecessary program running on your computer and using up your RAM.

Once you’ve got your mind quiet enough to hear a little idea pop out, you’ll want to do something with it. But how? Let’s go ahead and take a look at how creativity often happens for me…

1. Inspiration/Idea
2. Surrender
3. The Creative Variable
4. Time

INSPIRATION/IDEA: Once I learned to quiet my mental landscape enough to recognize what my inner voice was saying, I could take that initial idea no matter how simple – the inspiration – and play it over and over with the intention of becoming lost in the repetition and letting it take me away. I zone out on it and let my mind go completely blank, and before I know it, things start happening without me forcing them. So even if it’s just a few notes, play your idea repeatedly, like you are chanting a mantra. Be sure to relax, and don’t worry about making mistakes. You don’t have to force yourself to hit the “right notes,” because Inspired Songwriting writes itself, through you, and the notes can change at any time, many times, very much like a seed changes on its way to becoming a fruit bearing vine. Your initial idea is the seed from which your song will grow. But just like a grape seed doesn’t turn into a fruit ladened vine overnight (no matter how good a farmer you are or how good the seed is), crafting an inspired song is a process. Sure, I’ve composed a lot of songs impromptu, but what you don’t hear on my recordings are the first five minutes of me making noise that turns into that song. I just edit that stuff out.

SURRENDER: Once you have the initial idea, or “seed” that Inspiration has planted, you have to Surrender to your creativity. This is the hardest part to explain, but the most essential element of my process, where your subconscious mind overpowers your conscious mind, and the world of dreams and your imagination collide to send rhythm and pitches to your brain. For me, the less I think about what I’m doing, and the more I feel and trust my instincts (read: surrender), the better I play and write. I just try to relax and let the music take over me. For many artists, consciously manipulating their ideas through intellect and discipline is the hardest habit to break, but if you want to become an inspired songwriter, you have to stop fighting for control and allow your creativity to work its magic.

THE CREATIVE VARIABLE: When you allow your creativity to take over, you are opening yourself up to all the possibilities in the infinite flux I’ve come to call the quantum field of pure potentiality: as you play your idea repeatedly, little things can and will start to happen. They can be very subtle (you separate Major sixths into two separate notes, then turn a progression of quarter note diads into a fluttering series of broken eighth note pairs) or not-so subtle (an unintentionally hit note can turn a simple left hand cadence into a more interesting, syncopated progression), but the bottom line is that something will happen to your original idea, if you play it enough times, and it will mutate. This is a result of what I like to call the Creative Variable. So remember: instead of stopping when you hit a “wrong” note, keep playing! Little accidents happen for a reason, and they can change a song for the better. You want to open yourself to all the possibilities.

TIME: Although I compose a ton of songs impromptu, the updated versions that I develop later usually make better songs, structurally and lyrically, than the first-draft “stems.” Although the feeling that comes in that initial moment of inspiration is rarely again recaptured, it’s the trade-off for having a more complete song. If you have a million dollar idea, let it evolve naturally. Sometimes the very best ideas can take a long time to ripen, so don’t force things. Play your idea enough times to allow its natural evolution to take place. Over time, your ideas + the creative variable will make for a great song. And you’ll get better and better, and once you learn to trust the music, songs can and will begin writing themselves without you even thinking of this process. It will happen. Just be patient with yourself, and continue to stimulate your inner artist with walks through nature and creative visualization.

Practicing the Orange Method twice a day (once before songwriting and once before bedtime) helps promote creativity in a huge way, and it also prepares the mind for lucid dreaming. Fun stuff!

Rx: Orange Method
Creative Visualization Technique

To do this exercise, you must first be able to visualize. You must be able to will an image to appear in your mind, and keep it there. A true visualization will be as clear as a dream – you literally see shapes, colors, pictures, etc. on your mental landscape, and you will be controlling them. This takes lots of practice!

What you do is close your eyes and clear your mind of all thoughts. When a thought comes into your mind, just push it away – turn it off. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, slowly and deeply, and begin to build an orange in your mind. You start by making a circle. Notice how round it is. Now give it three dimensions and turn it into a sphere… all this with your imagination, of course. Now give it color – make it orange. And texture – make it dimply, like the skin of an orange. Is there a leaf or a stem? Pull those off and stick your fingernails in the orange and peel the skin off. Does it come off easy? Do you keep it in one single twirly piece or do you pull it off in strips? Peel the orange completely and feel the naked fruit. How does it feel? Pull a wedge from it. Are your fingers juicy? How does it look? How does it smell? Taste it already!! Mmmm! Oh, this orange is delicious!! Proceed to eat every wedge of the orange.

Repeat this exercise every day, twice a day, immediately before songwriting and immediately before bed. Try not to get too frustrated if you don’t see the images you are trying to visualize at first. Just do your best to imagine them, and they may flicker into your visual field for a moment. The more your practice this technique, the better you will get at creative visualization, and the longer you will be able to hold the images in your visual field. I’ve done this exercise every day for many years and by now I’m really good at it.

That’s it for now. Hope this helps!

Quantum Field of Dreams

i often had visions across the beyond
sometimes at will yet never for long
til the strangest thing happened
(it’s hard to explain)
it’s like there’s a modem attached to my brain:
now I’m downloading songs without having to think
like they’re written in pure biochemical ink
“open your mind, let the thoughts come aboard!”
sings the octopus sucked to my satellite switchboard
…

FACT: We can influence changes in the world around us by simple observation and conscious thought. In other words, when focused properly, our imaginations are capable of co-creating this reality as it unfolds before our eyes. And if we control our imaginations, we can consciously create our realities.

It’s like lucid dreaming… my first real addiction. When I was a kid, I could hardly wait for bedtime, because that was when the fun began. Sleep held my backstage pass to the mysterious interdimensional labyrinth of infinite possibilities. I could pop in and out of interwoven planes of existence doing what kids do best: flying, vanquishing monsters, molding time and space, and experiencing the grandest and most awesome natural wonders of uninhabited planets… including earth, and not just the one you’re living on.

By eight years old I had mastered the art of lucid dreaming in a sleeping state, but I knew there had to be more vistas of manifestation to conquer. Like Waking World Manifestation. At first it was just a hunch since everyone seemed to go out of their way to distinguish the sleeping world of dreams from the “real” world of jobs and taxes and traffic and second opinions. But my instincts told me these two seemingly separate worlds were like the top and bottom halves of a fraction; none was more real than the other, because to look at them independently was to take them out of context. Only I didn’t say it like that at eight. But I believed it to be true.

So the next step seemed obvious: if I can manifest reality on this side of the fraction, I can manifest it on the other side as well. But how? And this is where it seemed complicated. Did the manifestations in my dreams have tangible equivalents on the other side of the fraction bar? Or was all this like a big cosmic playground, a rehearsal stage, if you will, for the evolving god?

I thought about infinity and could come to no conclusion. And then something happened. Something that changed my life forever. I began to remember. I remembered the way I rose up out of my body like a helium balloon and saw myself dead, over and over in lives that flitted by like single processes in a much larger script. I remembered the feeling of freedom that exists outside of matter, when we were perfect musical pitches in the symphony of eternity. I remembered the inexplicable ecstasy of unlocking the very first thought, and the blinding awe of light being born. I remembered the insatiable desire to follow the light, unlocking every hidden door in the fabric of eternity in pursuit of it. I remembered the inexplicable exhilaration of taking form to contain it. I remembered how my sense of self, of Source, diminished as the thoughts we had loosed multiplied exponentially, breaking the light into smaller and smaller fractions, into shattering infinitesimal scintillations, until all that was left of Our Light was the sparkle in your eyes.

Do you feel me?

I remembered the way the earth looked before we got here. I remembered what I was looking for. What I was doing here. Where I was going. And I suddenly knew that we already had created all of this. And we were going to keep creating it over and over again, the same way forever, unless and until we redirected our focus and adjusted our intention. At eight years old, in a split second of absolute peace, I re-discovered god, and met myself for the first time, all over again.

You should try it sometime. Consider the possibilities.

You know, quantum physics is awesome because it’s all about possibilities. And not just possibilities, but infinite possibilities! Once we swallow the concept of infinity (like a mindbending psychedelic that blows our reality open), we realize there is a possibility out there for everything and every combination of things, even the ones we can’t possibly imagine. They all exist simultaneously until we decide what to call into existence with the supernatural power of our imaginations. By imagining something, we toggle the possibility into existence; and by completely believing in the possibility, acting in accordance with that belief, and producing brain waves that create a holographic matrix wherein it exists as fact, we can walk through it, right to the other side where it’s always been that way.

In other words, we have the power to make things happen, to will things into patterns of behavior, and even into existence. We have the power to manifest reality itself! All we have to do is believe.

Sure, we’ve heard it a thousand times before: “If you can imagine it, you can do it.” But have you ever let it sink in? Sure, someone may say, of course I can do anything… if I have enough money, and the right job, and all the right friends, and tons of good luck and perfect timing… and on and on and on.

But those are just excuses people make up because they’re too scared to command their own imaginations. They’re scared of society, of god, of being wrong. Instead of telling their minds what to believe and seeding the quantum field with their belief, they let other people’s thoughts tell them what’s what. Don’t let other people’s fears freak you out. Don’t let your own fears control you.

The TRUTH is that you are the master of your destiny, the captain of a fleet of possibilities. And the best part is that this is not a bunch of psychobabble or fanatical religious mumbo-jumbo; it’s just simply the truth. Even a eight year old can understand it. And if you listen, it’ll tell you that this reality we live in, with all its rules and boundaries and limitations, is just one possible reality. You can check out any time you like. Just find the frequency.

Dreaming is not enough. You have to go a step further and use your imagination to visualize, with intent. Purify yourself. Cast out your fears. Cleanse yourself of your limitations. Forget everything you’ve ever been taught, and believe it will happen, just as you imagined it. That’s how Jesus walked on water. That’s the secret. That’s the mystery of life.

But don’t take my word for it. Figure it out for yourself, and make up your own mind.

“To the dull mind all nature is leaden. To the Illumined mind the whole world burns and sparkles with lights.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Happy Winter Solstice

Happy Winter Solstice!! At last, a real blog! I think this will be a whole lot easier for me to keep up with than the NOTES section of my old website. Plus, people can leave comments – how cool is that? Just like a diary and forum in one! I’ll do my best to keep things up to date, so people can stop sending me those “Oh my gosh, are you still alive? What happened to you?” letters that so warm my heart. Truthfully, I love all the fan mail I get. Seems like there’s never enough time for me to read and respond to everything that comes in, but it really means a lot to me that people care so much. And just to set the record straight, I am very much alive and well. The reason you haven’t heard from me in a while is because I’ve been super focused on my art. I’ve written some of the best music of my life, and I’ve improved my voice so that I can sing as well as I play the piano now! I’ve also built my own portable recording studio so I can record some new work. Yeah! As you will eventually realize, I am an artist – not a fame whore. I do what I do out of passion, not the desperate need for attention that seems to drive so many into the entertainment business. I spend my life hunting down the most evocative experiences possible to spin into song, and that is what my life is all about, capturing a feeling and preserving it like emotional photography in sound. I don’t come up for air often, but when I do, it is always worth the wait. I know you’ve been waiting for the new music, and I’m happy to say it is going to be here soon. I’ve written so many songs… very much looking forward to sharing them. Very soon.

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Back to the Supernatural

After the most recent dream about being “recalibrated to vibrate at the divine frequency” I spent almost a month without any supernatural encounters whatsoever. But then last night something twinkled into my consciousness – a silent, subtle keep it to yourself until you are instructed to share, then you will have your experiences again. I purposed in my heart to do just that, and this morning something happened. I did not share it all day, although I wanted to, and tonight I have been given the go-ahead by that little voice inside to type it here and share it with my mother tomorrow. Here is what happened:

I had just let my cat Greystoke out as I do every morning around 5am, before crawling back into bed for another hour or two. I was snuggling into the pillows when I heard my bedroom door open and the sound of rustling papers, as someone tiptoed across my lyrics strewn bedroom floor. I knew it couldn’t be Greystoke since I had just put him out, so I called out “mom?” but heard no answer back. As the presence moved toward me on the bed, I recognized it was my sister, Mary-Catherine. As she drew near, I began to feel a now-familiar sensation of tingling in my hands. My head began to whir with a kind of electric energy, and I felt my limbs becoming lighter, weightless. I knew I was entering into an astral state.

We communicated telepathically, my sister and I, as the tingling wave of electricity and accompanying lightness spread over my entire being. I asked Mary if she was okay. She said she was. I told her I knew she was in a dark place, and she emoted back in soothing tones, “only a little while longer.” I asked her what happened to her, why was she doing this stuff to herself? My mind flung questions at her but the bedroom seemed to melt away as the vision carried us off together…

We are at grandma Bettie and grandpa Chuck’s house. It is dark. I hold a package of small light bulbs that I peel open, pulling a single bulb from beneath the snug plastic covering. I plug it into an electrical socket in the middle bedroom and the room lights up. There is no one in the room and I get the feeling that the house is empty. I move down the hallway and past the kitchen to a place where there is no carpet, just red square tiles that feel cold and smooth on my bare toes. The thick scent of hibiscus hangs in the warm night air.

“Why are we here?” I ask, looking down at the remainder of the package of light bulbs in my hands.

I feel Mary’s presence beside me. “We’re going somewhere,” her consciousness replies.

Suddenly we’re standing outside a fast food restaurant like a Burger King or Jack in the Box. It’s morning time, and she’s going in to order breakfast. There’s a sense of acknowledgment that the food is not good for her, but this is somewhere in the past and she is going to show me something.

A mother and her baby sit at a small two-person table against one of the glass windowed walls, near a corner where a TV is mounted. Mary climbs up on one of the chairs to turn off/up/down (?) the television set and slips ungracefully on her way down. The woman gasps. Mary has almost knocked her baby down.

I look at the baby, who is very small and looks only 6 or 7 months old, and see that the mother has perched her precariously on the edge of the little table, sitting up by herself with no high chair or anything to hold her up. Mary seems un-phased, but just so she isn’t embarrassed I say, “What does she expect, leaving the baby on the edge of the table like that?”

This is not about the baby, Mary tells me. She leads me out of the restaurant and I see an area with a picnic table and yellow grass and I get the feeling that dad used to go here. Wait, Mary used to go here. It started in high school. Are we in Eagle Point then? Shady Cove? I’m trying to put a name to the location, but I get the sense that the impression Mary’s showing me is of a spiritual place not a physical one.

She leads me to a giant tree and we enter into it. There is a room inside, filled with old toys – some are even valuable antiques. There are frozen moments in time suspended in the air like flat rectangles of projected holograms. They show high school. People are making fun of her. There are bad thoughts. Sexual perversions.

I become aware of the whirring of a vacuum cleaner and the sound of grinding coffee beans. I get up and walk into the kitchen where I tell my mother that I dreamed about Mary. She exclaims, “look what I just found,” and shows me a video camera with a home movie in it. She plays the movie and it appears to be of a high school presentation. Someone is playing the piano and it sounds very good. I realize it is Mary. Suddenly she hits a wrong note and she just stops.

“She hit a wrong note,” says mom.

Then something started happening. Violent shaking, like an earthquake. We tumble over and over.

“What just happened?” I ask. “It felt like a car crash.”

Suddenly mom and the kitchen melt away and I’m standing in a science laboratory where there are three semi-identical science experiments in various states of incarnation. Each experiment was contained in a glass case with a metal rod at the center. Upon each metal rod was a lump of strange material – like flesh colored clay – formed into a ball. Round about each metal rod and lump of clay swirled billions of brilliant, glittering tiny phosphorescent stars. I cannot begin to describe the brilliance of these stars!

The lump of material in one of the experiments had already formed a beautiful face. The other lumps had not yet begun to take on form, but in all three experiments the stars were swirling around and around. The power of God was at work. Changes were happening at the subatomic level. Chemical reactions. Creation.

Instantly I was flooded with the understanding that these were the souls of the three children – Christine, Mary, Charles. I was the one whose face had begun to take form, although I was not yet complete. While the other two experiments appeared as only lumps of clay on metal rods, the twinkling spirals of tiny glinting green and purple stars swirled around them with a profoundly magical energy. By this force, under natural laws, their creation had been set in motion. Though a cosmic mystery, they were in the process of taking shape.