Sunday night I attended the Loreena McKennitt concert. I have attended quite a number of concerts in my life, but this time I did something entirely new. I stopped watching the concert and I truly experienced the concert.
For the first ten minutes or so, I was watching the concert. I was taking in the beautiful gowns that Loreena and the cellist were wearing. I was fascinated by the plethora of instruments on the stage. The speed at which the violinist’s fingers flew up and down the fret left me in awe. The soft aura of light from Loreena’s strawberry blonde tresses made me smile.
But I found all of this visual stimulation distracting. So, I did something I have never done before. I closed my eyes and kept them shut.
I then started to breathe in the music.
I know that is an odd sentence, but it is truly what I did. On the in breathe, I brought the ethereal sounds of Loreena’s voice and the vibrant chords from the instruments into my body. On the out breathe, I let the combined sounds swirl in me and around me.
This was pretty cool, so then I decided to use one of my meditation techniques to leave physicality behind and become pure mind. Within seconds (I have a lot of practice at this), there was no packed theatre of people. There was no stage. There was no seat I was sitting in. In fact, there was no physical me. Just my mind.
Okay, now this was super cool. Just my mind and the music. So, I pushed it one step further and invoked the visioning technique I use for my Tarot readings.
At first I just saw the music translated to swirls of colours … no, I was not drugs. Then movies started to play out in my mind.
In one, I was in a field of long grass. I had a gown similar to Loreena’s but shorter. More mid-calf. I was dancing like I have never danced in real life. A combination of ballet and interpretive. I bent and swayed and leaped to the music with incredible grace and sensuality.
In another vision, I was astride a dragon. I held tight to where his wings met his back and we soared in a twilight sky with other dragons. All the movements in time to the music … and no, I was not on any drugs.
My evening continued like that. Sometimes with crystal clear visions, other times swirls of colours, and other times just waves of sensation. … and no, I was not on any drugs.
This was the BEST concert ever. From moving from passive observer to active participant, I gave myself over to truly experience the music.
Wow! I am so doing this again! Totally addictive, but way safer than drugs. *smile*