Damien Rice and a Pure Moment
Living the true nature of art..
Dear Reader;
I have recently discovered a joyous place. After decades of service in cellular healing and intuitive guidance, I am experiencing a great remembering: the knowing that the entwinement between art and soul, creativity and spirituality, is being reclaimed.
There was a time when poetry, music, and movement were meant to express and celebrate Spirit, the voice of God/Goddess/Creator. Then, as we lost our connection with earth, water, sky, and fire, when we lived separated from natural order, we also separated our minds from our hearts. We forgot about play, suppressed our healing, and denied our legacy of the mystical.
But it is time to return, to make all art sacred, and all expressions of Source a form of art. To know that when we sing, move, and bring words to life, there is no deeper healing.
The performance of Damien Rice and Cantus Domus of the song, It Takes a Lot to Know a Man, is a pure moment of this remembering. During shows in a Berlin music festival, three individual audience members were lovingly abducted with blindfolds. They were each taken to a high-ceilinged room where the blindfolds were removed, and before these innocent souls stood Damien Rice and a glorious choir, translating a profound theme of relationship from our present world into soaring choral expression.
The first time I saw this video I was mesmerized by the responses of the abductees. How trusting to have agree to be led into the unknown. How confronting to be sat alone in front of these souls pouring their voices out upon you. How moving to be the focus and recipient of the healing gift of music. I have since listened to this video dozens, if not hundreds of times, each time transported, each time a little bit envious, not only of the listeners, but of the musicians who had the chance to give of this gift.
It is my wish to listen to the calling of this envy, to offer such experiences in my own way in the near future, where life becomes healing, and healing becomes art, which becomes all there is.
I would be delighted to hear about experiences of this nature in your life. Was there a moment where you were the recipient of a living expression of great art? Have you ever been the giver of such joy to another?
What are your feelings after watching Damien Rice and Cantus Domus create such beauty?
much love, Adi
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I can just imagine being bathed in that sound. Wow.
Thank you for sharing this. It seems like very little these days is immune from the compulsion for scale, reach, growth. To me this is about the worthiness of the individual and what it means to focus on what is sacred rather than what sells.
I am a hospice volunteer, and I recognize the significance of sitting with someone and devoting my presence to them in that moment… even if we don’t have anything to say to each other or they won’t remember the visit an hour after I leave.
It’s so easy to devalue our gifts because we don’t feel like we have a big enough audience or that they really matter in the grand scheme. Or, vice versa, it can be easy to feel that we don’t deserve to receive gifts like this. But I think when you can set those doubts aside and give (or receive) these gifts purely, it can be one of the most potent forms of living.