Track 02

Receiving The Colours

Ananga’s Notes On Receiving The Colours

Possibly my second favourite track at the time of writing, I’m very happy with this, Pia described it when checking over the master as sounding like a film score – oh the acclaim! Seriously though, I had to EmoTrance that, it’s my dream to do film scores some day. I’m not good with melodies, verses, choruses and bridges – not at all.

Soundscapes are what I love to do, so that comment pleased me greatly.

Of course, it should be said, that the film score feel to the track was assisted greatly by Pia manifesting a full choir for a few bars. Listen carefully to that – it’s all her voice! Track after track of it, all built together into one chorus, and I wasn’t allowed to look as some facial manoeuvres have to be used to do that apparently!

Hans Zimmer hasn’t heard her yet so he’s sticking with Lisa Gerrard, but I know he would be thrilled with what she can do. There are few vocalists who sound that good and are that flexible. Shhh – don’t tell him – I can’t yet offer the kind of fortune he can – remember, there will be HypnoDreams III and without Pia just wouldn’t be the same now would it?

There is some more magic on this particular track. The soundscape is based on a sequence of chords derived from a magical number-letter-chord equivalency and it is known as “Lucian’s Song”.

Silvia’s Notes On Receiving The Colours

This evocation was originally part of a set of seven hypnotic journeys entitled “Web Magic” – a device for webmasters on the Internet to connect fully with this new technology and to gain an intuitive rapport with the World Wide Web, their visitors, the spirit of the web and what they themselves would have to do in order to be able to meet these energetic structures from their end without reservation.

As I was writing the sequences of events, it became clear that there was a need for addressing the basic problems of “receiving” – anything at all!

This receiving pertains to money as well as information, to love as well as support, to admiration as well as to material things, to new learnings as well as to well deserved rewards.

Of course, these problems exist in people because of their limiting self constructs and we all know this, but knowing this does not alleviate the problems at all and if someone cannot allow themselves to receive, you can imagine how very hard life must be, and by needs, remain for such a person.

What happens in this poem is that we side-step the problems of the self construct and shift into a different state of being, become aware of the reality of all the many and varied energies around us, and then become able to be aware that these energies SEEK to interact with us and all that is stopping them are our own old prejudices and outdated thoughts and modes of being.

These many energies bring with themselves knowledge, and renewal, and really basically exactly what we need to start a revival of our true selves from the inside out.

From this changed state of being, when the act of receiving is experienced in this new and different way – and it is an active act, an act of volition, and absolutely not one of just being “an empty vessel” into which all sorts is poured at random! – we learn very important lessons that translate across in the days to come.

I don’t think there is a single one of us who does NOT need to re-learn the lessons of true receiving, from a position of choice, of strength and of intent; not as a pauper would but as an equal who is simply accepting their dues and their rights at last – and I really do have the notion that inordinate treasures and riches lie forgotten and entirely unclaimed in dusty vaults that have our names on it, yours, mine and everyone's, whilst we live an entirely unnecessary life of poverty and struggle.

The colours are just a beginning and of course, a metaphor for all and everything that would bring colour to our lives and brighten them too, re-paint our realities to vibrancy and help us come to life.

When I heard the completed track for the first time, I had a very intense personal experience with it which one could say has changed my life. Of course, I can’t know what any of these evocations will do for you, but should you have something like that, then really all I can say is – wow.

Bring on the sunglasses ‘cause the future’s so bright – and full of colours :-) !

Receiving The Colours

Imagine, if you would,

that you were

to stand outside,

in an open

landscape,

in a space

not quite here, yet not quite there,

familiar

in the deepest sense,

familiar

of old.

In this space, there is in truth

no gravity

and as you

remember this,

you lightly rise

and as you do,

the ground dissolves, no longer being needed now,

and so you float amidst a space so vast

with colours

that are yours alone.

It takes a moment, maybe two,

for you to now adjust and shift

so that you sense the colours,

feel them and begin

to see them too

as you

phase shift

into

their state of being,

as you

phase shift

into

the realm where they would

speak to you

and be entirely real,

and here and now,

familiar to you,

familiar of old.

And there they are to greet you

once again, your friends of old,

your opal whites, your sunrise gold,

your royal reds and blues of finest hues,

your deep majestic purples

and your richest forest greens,

they are the first to be revealed

and they begin to move and swirl,

in spiral patterns all around,

in vortices and finest waves,

the patterns of their dance unfolding

now for you to know

and see

and recognise

as they would move

to come to you,

as you would move

to come to them.

You know full well that these are yours,

yours by all rights,

friends of old, a part of you indeed,

colours old and new,

pure and bright,

some gentle pastels

and they will

be yours

if you could reach them,

or if they could reach

to you,

then all would be

just as it should.

Gently,

lovingly,

the colours reach towards you,

one by one,

each one is calling you

with their sweet sound,

a voice that is their own,

a chorus and a harmony

that you have longed for

for so long,

it hurts to think

for just how long it's been

since last you knew them,

touched them,

have them be with you

and listened

and you sang with them

as one.

With so much more than eyes alone,

you feel and you perceive

the colours streaming now towards you

and in some places,

they really touch you now

and it feels

such a homecoming,

such a total wonderment of having them

be there

and yet in other places,

there is something like a frozen shield,

keeping the colours away from you

and their sound and loving shine

just bounces flatly

and they swirl and mix with other colours

in their desperation

and in your rejection.

But today,

there will be no rejection left.

Today, your hunger for the colours

and your deep remembrance

of just how

it was supposed to be,

how once it was

is more than all the fear

and all the long

accumulated

shields of

disillusion

and of

repercussion

and today,

you give a clear command

that rings out

with the force of fanfare

that the barriers must be dropped,

that the colours loneliness 

must now be made to end,

and that you

once again

are willing to receive.

Willing to receive.

And you are willing to receive,

as hunger, memory and purpose now align

and joyfully, the colours rush

and find their rightful places,

find their rightful charges

and connect and send their message

and their song to you,

and all you are

now resonates

in deepest gratitude

as you receive your dues and once again,

are now aligned

as once it was,

and as it should

and as it will

remain forever.

Dance with the colours,

and swim amidst their voices

and their loving touch,

their beauty and their absolute

conviction

and drink their clarity

for all the time you need

although in truth,

you're always here,

and now the colours

are with you again,

as is their song,

as you remain anew

as once it was,

and as it should,

and as it will

remain forever.

Silvia Hartmann, March 2002