Week 9 Day 2
Tag Archives: Resonance
Never Fly With Grandfather
Week 9, Day 1
It’s as if I woke up in the backseat of some cockpit. I knew it was a dream but there was still a feeling of awakening. At first glance, Iwoul d have sworn I was in some kind of spaceship. Everything outside the glass was
pitch-black. When I looked at the front seat, things slightly refocused and then I saw the pilot.
He paused for effect. “Given much thought to our previous encounters?”
“You mean communing with my more insane side?”
“Tones. Frequencies above the individual fundamental.”
“Resonance affects all life. You could say we are salmon moving through a vibrational stream.”
Then he shut off the engine. Suddenly, the only sound was the wind as we ripped through the sky. Grandfather pointed out the cockpit towards the wing.
“The wing. The wobble. How it vibrates.”
“You know what a wing looks like side on? The air foil?”
“Take that shape, that air foil and twist it once. You get two wings. Do it again and then you have three. Do it again and again and again and again and you have seven wings strung together.”
“That image of seven wings also approximates the harmonic overtones of a guitar string.”
My dreams were now reaching into my reality and commenting in my sleep state.
“How do you know what I do out there?”
“Subconscious. Dream, remember. I am not real only a phantom plucked deep from your recessive mind. Your memories and fears are my playground.”
“You’re not real?”
“There are cosmic forces at play here. Reality is only the building blocks of sanity.”
“Tell me something I don’t know, Buckethead? This is a dream. Dreams are a mess of confusion. But, like sludge through a grate, bits will get caught and form thoughts later that become monumental.”
We flew on powerless.
“What do I need to know? What are you, it, them, myself trying to say?”
“You led yourself to this point; put together the pieces in a somewhat correct sequence. Let it ride. Don’t plan. Tend to reality like a gardener and watch it grow.”
And with that I was in free fall. No plane, no chute and no Grandfather. As I fell to earth, ideas and concepts seemed to connect in my mind. A few feet from splattering on the desert floor and all became clear. I knew what Grandfather was trying to say.
Week 8, Day 7
My House Is Empty
Week 8 Day 1
Week 4 Day 2 (Evening)
Browsing Wikipedia can be dangerous …
The undertone series is a series of notes that results from inverting the intervals of the overtone series. While the overtone series occurs naturally as a result of wave propagation and sound acoustics, musicologists such as Paul Hindemith consider the undertone series to be purely theoretical.
Hindemith, Paul (1945) . The Craft of Musical Composition. translated by Authur Mendel (revised ed.). New York: Associated Music Publishers. p. 78. “It seems to me repugnant to good sense to assume a force capable of producing such an inversion. … [The undertone series] can never have for music the same significance as the overtone series. … This “undertone series” has no influence on the color of the tone, and lacks the other natural advantages of the overtone series…”
Resonance And Time
Week 1 Day 5
Shake, Rattle and Roll
I have not been sleeping well the past few days. A mélange of dreams I am too uncomfortable to go into in this forum have wrecked my slumber. Revealing my dragon dreams was as far as I think I’ll let you into my psyche. The bottom line – my subconscious has assaulted me with this: resonance, vibration, the moment a string is plucked until it finally comes to rest. This is the theme of my nightmares.
Everything vibrates, my middle aged spread, the baby food I feed my gecko, my guitar as I strum a basic C7 blues. Nothing new here. Nothing I haven’t observed a multitude of times. So why this continuous nightly bombardment?
1013 Hz? The vibrational frequency of an atom. I looked it up. I hate to break it to all the great Yogis of the world, but there is no stillness in the Universe. Evidently, we are a pulsating mass of parts from our elemental building blocks on up. So, again, meaning?
If I fell asleep in front of the Science Channel one night recently, I truly cannot remember. Might I be RAISING MY FREQUENCY CAPABILITY? By no means do I make any claims about anything here, but this idea of vibration and resonance appears to run through far more than the text books of musicology and physics. The idea is out there in incredible diverse strains of thought.
My question, to myself really, is why my dreams harp on this? Also, why now? I’ve been up every hour since mid-night and feel as if my eye-lids hang below my knees. I will ponder this question and get back to you.
Nothing To Say
This medium, not sure why or how to use. That is, to best accomplish the purpose stated in my first post. I had thought I would be very haughty and all science like, rhapsodizing about dimensional time and the resonance of the soul. Attempts at this come out shallow, flawed or just plain crackers.
More productive is this stream of conscious posted thus far. The journey rather than the mechanics. The vibrational frequency of an atom is meaningless without context and my context is tissue thin like the veil separating dimensions.
So, I post what’s on my mind at the time in hope that it suffices.
By the way, I had nothing to say today but a terrible itch to post. Addiction takes many forms.