reply to post by MikeboydUS
Thank you for your information! Sorry it took me a long time to reply. I thank you for also clearing that up for me. I would have kept on going
thinking that black had no waves in it, but now that's not going to happen.
Also, that is just another testament to how powerful sound really is. It is amazing that even animals have learned how to use sound as a weapon.
reply to post by iesus_freak
I'm sorry that I stalled posting back for you too, but metaphysics in a simplified form is kind of the physics of...mystical energies. I sometimes
tend to call metaphysics the physics of magic.
Ok, I don't know if you are going to believe me or not. It might just spark your interest a little bit, but I have unraveled more, more of the puzzle
of music. In my original post I said that there could be realities in music.
Here is a post regarding that. www.abovetopsecret.com...
Now, what's really strange is that I have proof. Proof of that there are realities contained in music. I do not have proof to show you, so it's not
exactly that solid, but my eyes tell you to trust me.
Sometime in the afternoon I was singing one of Radiohead's songs. It was called Wolf At The Door. I had the song stuck in my head so I wanted to sing
it really bad.
Now, before I get to the other part of the story, I want you to know about an artist. His name is Gaston Vinas. He made a lot of pictures for the song
Wolf At The Door, and then put them into a music video/slideshow. Notice the wolf characters, what the look like, and how they act. They act like they
have total power over the humans, and in this story, they do. Humans can do nothing to the antagonist wolves.
Here is an embedded version of this video, complete with music.
Now, consider this. I was walking down the road on the evening on the day I sung the song(I have no health conditions, I was not high, nor was I drunk
or tired, mind you, and I was walking with a friend, a witness, so I did not hallucinate) in my neighborhood. It was about 10:00 so it was dark. I
looked up at a house, at a strangely shaped shadow that was kinda sitting there, and when I looked at it, it immediately disappeared. For a moment I
saw it. It was black, had feet that came down to a point, and had a big tail. I thought to myself "That almost looked like...". I asked my friend if
he saw that, and he said yes. Then, when I looked around the house again, I saw another. It was smaller, and it was hiding between two flower pots,
and just like the other one, it disappeared when you saw it. My friend beheld this too. Then, out in a wooded area where the neighborhood stopped, we
saw another one. This one was sitting on top of a boulder, with it's eyes lit up, much bigger than the other two. That's when we ran for it. I ran
all the way over to my friend's house, which was en route to mine, then I ran home. While I was going home, I felt those things. Following me. I
could hear them behind me. That's when I started to run home.
Those things were straight from the artworks that Gaston Vinas made. I swear on a stack of Bibles and I have a witness. But I have an explanation of
that happening. Earlier in the day, I sung the song A Wolf At The Door. If you read my post I put a link up for, you would know that one of my friends
and I had drawn the same thing from listening to Radiohead, which that tends to make me believe that Radiohead is trying to make a reality by using
their music. But, the reality I drew is not the only one that they use. The song A Wolf At The Door is much different versus the typical Radiohead
song. Therefore having a different feeling, or maybe a different reality. The artist Gaston Vinas, I believe has been able to see into the reality of
A Wolf At The Door, and put that down onto paper in an art form.
This still does not explain my story though. What I have been doing lately is exploring alternate realities (which I will make a post about sometime)
but let's just say that I have been practicing bending reality as we know it and other reality. So, we can assume that I can fade the boundaries of
reality if I concentrated on it. This may have happened when I sung the song earlier that day. The wolves, if you get into their persona, would not
like being caged up, and if they had the most remote of chances to get out, then they would go for it. They leapt out of their old reality, and then
into the new. That's why they were there when I saw them first.
Now I have to admit, they made me pretty scared. They actually somehow got into my house and I could feel them at night. I had determined that I had
accidentally gave them the chance to get out of the reality, and I knew that I would have to put them back in there sooner or later. So, I went ahead
and did that. It was a bit of work, and it took a bit of energy to actually do that, but it happened, and now there are no wolves to be found in my
house, or when I walk around my 'hood.
Fantastic story, I know, but you couldn't tell me it didn't happen.
Another step in the strangeness and the mysticism in the metaphysics of music.