*The Sound*


B: All right, I'll say, how are you all this evening of your time, as you
create time to exist?

AUD:  Great.  Fine.  Etc...

B:  Allow us to begin this interaction this evening of your time with the
reminder that we have entitled this week's interaction, "The Sound."  It
will come this time in a way that is a little bit different -- in the form
of what you call a story.  Are you all in the mood for a story?

All right.  Now, a portion of this story will involve a very brief amount
of what you call audience participation.  I will let you know when the
timing is appropriate for that.   All right?   Ah, thank you.

And so, before we begin, snuggle up, or snuggle down; allow yourselves to
become very comfortable, and relax.  And recognize that we will, of course,
be communicating with you on many different levels throughout this
interaction.  But for now, simply enjoy the idea of the sound.

It begins with a being -- no particular place, no particular time -
perhaps, much like one of yourselves, perhaps not.  Similar enough.  And
this being one day heard -- heard a story, a story that said: "There is a
sound that can be found.  And when discovered, can alter the very
existence, the very fabric of space and time."

Well, this excited the being... a lot.  And so the being decided to set out
in search of this special sound, this magical sound, whatever it is.  The
being did not know, but would search anyway.  Because the being was sure
that when the sound happened, the being would know, would recognize it.

So off the being went, thinking, perhaps, first to itself: "Well, let me
see.  Let me think.  Let me feel.  A sound, a sound, a magical sound, where
do you suppose such a sound would come from?"

As the being was walking, he ran into another being, which happened to have
a friend along as well.  And they said: "Well, good day.  Where are you off
to?"   "I'm in search of the sound, the sound, the magical sound, most
profound.  When discovered it will change the course of space and time, and
alter all of the universe."

"Oh, my!  There is such a sound?"  They said.  "I have heard it so."  He
said.  "May we search with you, for that sounds most exciting."

"By all means.  I would enjoy the company."  So now there were three.  You
know how we love threes.  And so the three set off in search of the sound,
the mysterious, mystical, magical sound.  And they discussed among
themselves, as they went:  "Where do you suppose such a sound would be?"

One of them said: "Well, you know, there are many sounds that animals make.
 Do you suppose it might be one of those sounds?"  And so they went into
their forests and their jungles, and listened to all the different sounds
that the different animals might make.

And they spent a lovely day, peering into bushes and under rocks and in
caves.  Climbing tall trees and forging broad streams, lying in the grass,
listening to the small sounds and the large sounds and the sweet sounds.
And some that were a little bit scary, but that's all right,  for they
contained much power.  And they thought: "Well, perhaps in one of those is
the mystical power that unlocks space and time and changes everything."

And they listened and they copied and mimicked all the sounds they heard
that day in the jungle and the forest.  And they got very good at sounding
like animals.  But none of the sounds -- even though it allowed them to
enjoy themselves and enjoy nature -- none of the sounds seemed to strike
that chord.  None of the sounds, to them, carried what they at least
expected or thought the sound ought to be.

And so they discussed once again among themselves: "Where do you suppose
this sound could be?  We have listened to every animal that there is --
both large and small, both fast and slow, in the air and the land and the
water.  We have copied all the sounds they could make; and yet we have not
found that special sound.  What do you suppose it could be?"

They discussed among themselves, sitting in a meadow, and another of them
said: "Well, do you suppose the sound might be in another land?  There are
many different cultures, and different cultures might make different
sounds.  Maybe we ought to travel to far distant lands to discover sounds
we have never heard in our lives."

And so they traveled around their world.  And wherever they went, they were
met with most exotic sounds, fascinating, vibrant, different sounds --
different types of speech that any individual might make. And while they
found it most educational and most fascinating -- and did excel in many
different types of communication -- they still did not find that sound,
that one special, mystical, magical sound.

"Most illusive," they said.  "Most puzzling."  And they returned to their
own land.  And did ponder once again: "Do you suppose there really is no
such sound?  Well, there must be," they said.  "There must be. Why, why,
why would someone have created that idea, if it were not something they
really felt, something they had discovered once upon a time for
themselves."

"The idea in our imaginations must exist.  All we need to do is call it
forth -- somehow, somewhere, somewhen.  That sound:  it must exist.  I know
it is within our hearts; I know it is within our minds.  But where, where,
where may we find it, so that we may experience it with our ears, with our
beings?  Where, where, where is that sound that changes so much?"

The third one said: "Well, do you suppose the sound itself might be in the
things of nature itself, around the very structure of the physical reality?
 There are many different substances in nature; and they all make different
sounds.  Do you suppose it might be one of those?"

And so they scoured the countryside, picking up different kinds of rocks
and banging them together; and scraping against trees and splashing in
water, and of various liquids, and of swishing things around in the air.
And they experimented all the next day long, making every sort of ringing
and clanging and clapping and banging and slapping and smacking sounds that
they could.

And by the end of that day, they were very tired.  And also, to some
degree, a little bit dejected.  "We have explored all the sounds animals
might make; we have visited all the cultures in our world; we have tried
and tested all the substances that nature has to offer.  We have not
discovered that most mystical, magical, elusive sound."

And so they sat down back in their meadow.  And they pondered, and they
pondered, and they pondered.  And none of them could come up with another
suggestion.  And so as they sat -- all at once, all at the same time --
here's where your part comes in -- they all took in a very deep breath...

And all at once, let out this sound: "Aaaahhh".... (the sound of a deep,
satisfying sigh)   "Oh, my!  Oh, my!  Let's do that again! ... Aaaahhh...
"Oh, my!  Oh, my!  Once more to be sure!    Aaaahhh... That's it; that's
it; that's it," they cried.   "The sound we have been searching for, far
and wide.   It is the sound that alters the very perception of things.  It
is the release, the flow of energy.  It is, in that sense, the willingness
to allow wherever you are and whenever to be."

The place, the time, the sound, it is within us, they discovered. It is the
release, the rush.  It is the floating gentility.  It is the trust, the
trust.  That is the sound that changes all things, that alters space and
rewrites time.  Everything in the world -- the very structure of the rocks
-- looks different when you release and be who you are, when and where.

The sigh, the sigh: the sound of the taking of responsibility; the sound of
the acceptance of the time in which you exist.  The sigh, the sound of
being comfortable with who you are,  the sound of relaxing into yourself.

"We have found it; we have found it; we have found it!"  They sang and
sang.  And were filled with much joy.  And they did, from that day forward
-- anytime they felt that they had created a situation that was a little
bit too far, a little bit too slow, a little bit too fast, a little bit too
close -- they did remember the sound that changes everything.

"Aaaaahh!"  And breathed it in; and breathed it through; and breathed it
out again.  And were whole and centered and fresh and alive.  And all it
takes is one little sigh... The beginning.

We thank you for allowing us to share this little tale, little perspective,
little dream.   We thank you for your co-creation in this way.   We do
remind you that this is the season for stories.  And as we have said, next
week of your time, we will share with you -- because of your season -- our
version of a ghost story.

At this timing, in exchange for the gift of the consciousness that you
share with us; in exchange for the willingness to function as
representatives of your society, and allowing me to function as a
representative of the respective societies of the Association of Worlds, I
will ask you now, how may I serve you?