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I gave a live performance the other day at church. I sing in tongues and the device i am holding translates that into words. Its a rather remarkable device since its on fire, its a massive stump, and its also a voice box in my lap as well.
How i practice is i let that device speak, and over time i create sounds with wind passing over a membrane in my throat by pressing air across. It can be varied with a number of techniques. Now my daughter she doesnt really care as much about those sounds, but when the voice bix in my hand speaks she perks right up!!
Now the church i attend is rather large. So large i lose track i am always in it regardless. Thats an unfortunate moment whe. I start thinking a bit to much. I take a deep breath, step back look at trees and realize they dont care. The intellect is a trickster to itself.
Now my church has no walls not religion, not science, or any human thought has ever found any nor will it although most "believe" they have and debate whose walls are correct. Both are very immature.
I am never confined to that the wilderness is unbounded. And i sit outside those walls that we always errect, crawl into and begin to believe, now we really know. That has from the dawn of time till the end of time will be false.
John Muir said"in going out, what i really discovered was that i was really going in".
I undestand for many thats an alien unintelligible statement. In a world of religion in confusion, of science in confusion arguing, taking a deep breath, see what the trees see and ypu may if you pay close attention see the church. And maybe you to will pick up a voice box of wood and speak 3 cords while exercising that bagpipe we call a voice in our throat. All of it will over time harmonize with the one voice, that is for us so hard to hear. Art never ever comes easy.
I gave a live performance the other day at church. I sing in tongues and the device i am holding translates that into words. Its a rather remarkable device since its on fire, its a massive stump, and its also a voice box in my lap as well.
How i practice is i let that device speak, and over time i create sounds with wind passing over a membrane in my throat by pressing air across. It can be varied with a number of techniques. Now my daughter she doesnt really care as much about those sounds, but when the voice bix in my hand speaks she perks right up!!
Now the church i attend is rather large. So large i lose track i am always in it regardless. Thats an unfortunate moment whe. I start thinking a bit to much. I take a deep breath, step back look at trees and realize they dont care. The intellect is a trickster to itself.
Now my church has no walls not religion, not science, or any human thought has ever found any nor will it although most "believe" they have and debate whose walls are correct. Both are very immature.
I am never confined to that the wilderness is unbounded. And i sit outside those walls that we always errect, crawl into and begin to believe, now we really know. That has from the dawn of time till the end of time will be false.
John Muir said"in going out, what i really discovered was that i was really going in".
I undestand for many thats an alien unintelligible statement. In a world of religion in confusion, of science in confusion arguing, taking a deep breath, see what the trees see and ypu may if you pay close attention see the church. And maybe you to will pick up a voice box of wood and speak 3 cords while exercising that bagpipe we call a voice in our throat. All of it will over time harmonize with the one voice, that is for us so hard to hear. Art never ever comes easy.
