The Truest love

Vibration and harmony

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Many believe that a successful life is one that is always busy. While others swear the most successful life is one that involves doing as little as possible. Who’s right and who’s wrong? Are we born to be overachievers, or underachievers, or maybe even, just neutral?

I happen to believe it doesn’t matter as long as we are in harmony. As long as we vibrate like a tuning fork, we fulfill all obligations to any expectations that may arise at any time.

How does that come about? Well, writers learn to let the words fall where they will as they tumble out of the mind like dice rolling across a craps table. Do we influence the words? Are they given to us? Or, when it comes down to it… is it all just dumb luck?

Over the years, I’ve come to realize that none of it matters. The lonely beat of a writer is through the shadows and light of vibration and harmony. Understand that you vibrate from the center out, then… let your attention follow that oscillation inside yourself for a moment; feel around, and you’ll see what I mean.

When you get there, the first thing you’ll become aware of is the backbeat of your heart, keeping time like a bass drum. It’s not loud; it’s more implied than that, but it’s you letting your mind glide along to the sound of a cymbal gently caressed by a couple of soft brushes.

If you want to get rid of the stress that builds up during the pure act of living life, you’ve got to relax and listen to yourself. Then you’ll hear the tinkling piano moving up and down on top of the bass note of your heart as an invitation.

Time twists into a pretzel as you find yourself standing under the glow of a street lamp outside a jazz club. Then, you’re suddenly listening intently to the electromagnetic hum of a saxophone blowing a long, lazy lament as your nerves push energy out to your extremities.

Crowds of people move around you in snake-like motions as snippets of words fade in and out of comprehension, and you imagine yourself opening your eyes to find you are at a sidewalk café, listening to the meditations of gypsy guitars.

You’re lost in your own world, the one that beats in your mind, giving birth to ideas, scenarios, and idioms that fall like raindrops from the sky, hissing as they turn to steam on stone in the heat of the day.

Accepting yourself is the first step in the story you’re writing because, however you look at it, it’s always the story of our own lives. You tell what you feel, and you feel what you tell; you get super involved with yourself on an internal level, almost falling in love like a teenager.

Then you figure it out: it’s the thought and the heartbeat that create the vibration you’re looking for. It’s the beat and the offbeat, the feeling and the emotion, the spiritual and the physical, weaving themselves together on the loom of time.

The jazz of vibration — and the harmony of passion — are life. Isn’t that amazing out-of-nowhere stuff? All you were doing was sitting here, waiting for these words to drift by, and they did it in such a way that you were impressed enough to make a note of them.

Vibration becomes harmony, harmony becomes passion, passion becomes friction, and friction becomes a pain in the ass, and before you know where you are, you’re right back where you started again.

So, it’s time to do something else, and that something else is to let everything inside yourself know that you are truly happy with your sojourn into imagination. So next, you go down into your heart where the love comes from and start mixing it up in there.

When we enter into a place we’ve hardly ever spent any time before, especially our own heart, the forces there all gather around, they want to look at us, and touch us, our chin, our nose, our lips, our neck.

It’s an emotional place, and it’s very easy to say thanks here because you get the idea that a word spreads universally outward. The big blood pump pounds it out down here 24/7/365 for a lifetime, every single moment — and moments are what love and life are made of.

The reason you are going into the heart is simple: the heart is the home of your subconscious mind, and just like any proud parent in the physical realm, the subconscious lets it be known that you’ve visited by blessing you with abundance.

Creativity is a wizard, a wizard you find when you bring together all your faculties by interacting with them. Any way you want to figure it out, everything moves toward the life force; it is the ultimate destination, and it is what we are here for; we are life, and we create life.

After everything’s said and done, what are we talking about? Are we searching for a secret? Do we already know the answer? Or… have we been fooling ourselves all along?

It truly doesn’t matter; we all create our own reality with our thoughts.

The stories we concoct begin showing up in our imaginations; we fall in love with some while being horrified by others. So, you adopt the ones you like and throw away the others, making sure to trash them so they know not to reappear.

Trust me; this is the moment when your subconscious knows you’re serious. If you’re looking for a good story to publish, get inside yourself and fly through your own galaxies, dive deeply into your own oceans, and surf your own waves. This is the only way you can get and give in equal measure, and that, my friends, is the truest love.