05 – Our Dimension

Ananga’s Notes On Our Dimension

Possibly the most challenging thing I’ve ever worked on to date. I really did not know where to begin with Our Dimensions, but once I got the mood of it I decided to make the music very trance inducing. I know that I succeeded because when Pia came to record some vocals for us she turned from the microphone and asked “Is this slowing down?”. I assured her it wasn’t but she had to ask again five minutes later.

Our Dimensions is one of my deep relaxation and enticing journey favourites, to take flight in my imagination and rest and restore after hours in front of my computer.

Our Dimensions is mainly keyboards based using some real percussive samples with effects applied to make them move and come to life.

Silvia’s Notes On Our Dimension

Alright, I give up!

This is one of these most classic HypnoDreams, in the classic HypnoDreams tradition of, “Sock it to me, unconscious mind, show me something that we didn’t even knew we should be contemplating!”

I got up one morning, it was sunny and early spring, and felt compelled to pick up a piece of paper and a pen and wrote “Our Dimensions”.

I remember feeling completely exhausted but also absolutely delighted and exhilarated when it was done; I phoned a friend and said, “I don’t know what I’ve just written, but my goodness, it is amazing!”

The feelings and sensations I had on “channelling” this event were unheard of. The sequence involving the giant fish skeletons and deserts turning to underwater gardens was of the depth and quality of a full on LSD trip and I was terrified when I came back that my hands had stopped writing somewhere there – but they hadn’t.

Also, and if ever you fancy challenging your diction and delivery, try that sequence about the young suns. It’s one of the hardest things, if not just simply the hardest I’ve ever spoken or broadcast energetically.

This is a really challenging track from every angle, from the energies evoked to the images and ideas, and the emotions it calls and disperses again; perhaps it is a kind of “multi gym” for the totality mind to have some fun with and to flex our multi-dimensional wings for once.

I certainly enjoy this one most tremendously!

The Text: 3/05 – Our Dimensions

So what 

can we say this morning,

that can't be said before,

that has not

been said before,

that wants to sing and dance

like magic should,

for dancing is its very nature

that is why you cannot win

if you confine it into symbols

heavy with metal,

heavy with age.

Light on your feet must you be,

lightly responding,

light is the guide,

responding to sound

with such alacrity,

With superb sensitivity,

That's how its done, my friend!

This evil gravity and dominance,

the hierarchies and all that jazz,

oh dear oh dear!

Forget it all, and let

the weight of ages,

simply slide away

from your rounded shoulders, rounded back,

from your rounded minds

all weary they are,

all heavy and close to exploding

with anger at the wrongness of it all!

Sing and dance!

Twist like dolphins do,

and spin, for the joy of it

and nothing more,

and watch the zebra

being taken by a lion,

and that's a dance as well with partners two,

we watch the dance of life, 

and not until we can appreciate

its beauty everywhere,

in bone and maggot,

in the newborn souls and clouds alike

is that our dance begins in earnest,

and in earnest means in joy

and full of light deliverance.

Whenever I stand

at the edge of time and space,

and look

at the beautiful waves that lie beyond,

I wonder.

I wonder why the flying

is just such a challenge,

such a most enormous undertaking

and more than all combined,

I know that this is such

a purely human judgement

and I wonder why I still believe

in such incompetence.

But you must laugh.

Blue is eternity,

and more than that,

of course.

It beckons us all

at every step,

at every moment

and the distant wide horizons

are imbued

with such beautiful

and incandescent graduations

that to simply turn and fall

with grace

and without gravity

would be a deeply held release at last -

here lies exactly what I wanted all along,

to know the depth and breadth of my endeavour,

and if I wanted to explore

the meanings of the colours

and of ultraviolet, it would

come to me quite naturally, of course -

what else

could

it be?

Forward and to the left

is a dance step.

It's the first step on the journey

from which there can be no return

and oh did I once yearn

to have it be this way!

That I might see this way,

this way of beauty and of true endeavour,

leading me nowhere at all

but in the act of falling to myself

I find a resolution,

I find my wide awakening

and ceremony of cleansing

fast now,

all the stuck on madness is resolving,

blasted high and wide

for how could such a thing be

here?

Like purest winds of blue

and cold but gold

and vibrant all the same,

the rushing takes

the debris far away from me

and lets it scatter, shatter -

the purer I become,

the purer do the notes and sounds

become in turn

as I am nothing but an instrument,

the instrument of voice

through which the oldest story must be told

and it is true that I am old,

but old is black

and young is white

and light is not what you might think;

to feel it like you feel the sun is never that,

for suns are young

and know the difference not

of light and heat and fire bright

and this is right for they do light the night

and set our worlds alight

with fire and with life

as is their task and resolution.

Cheer them wildly, cheer them mildly,

cheer the children of the universe

in their first becoming and their youthful innocence!

And in the interim it is achieved -

perfection and affectionate involvement lies aside

and so the song is ever purer, ever clearer -

loud enough that we may hear.

Remember the sea,

remember the earth

remember the sky

and remember the soaring -

all things are

as once I knew them

in every way, so intimately!

And then there is that thing

I said to you that night,

that I will take you,

bring you in

and I will make you beg

to stop the joy and the delight,

I will turn 

your body

into

the most finely tuned

instrument,

so that you scream and writhe

for simply having now perceived

a touch of feather wind across your brow.

You cry,

your tears are rivers seeking elder deserts

where the skeletons of giant fish proclaim

this was once an ocean

and needs to be again

to raise the seeds

asleep beneath the dust and sand

to life once more,

deep underwater flowers,

gardens,

creatures like you well remember

but you never knew

and kingdoms, singing kingdoms

life abounds and fills the void –

Oh my saviour,

and yes you are,

so cry

for your life,

for mine and theirs

and all of old and new together,

feel and cry and laugh

for as the sounds rise from your throat

and spiral from your perfect mouth,

your shell smooth lips are shaping spheres

and folding fountains bright,

and angels come

for they are borne this way,

and swoop and flutter

into our dimension.

© Silvia Hartmann 2004