Inside My World of Music…
I’m going to share a little bit of my most intimate world with you. A few years ago, I learned about automatic writing or “psychography,” and realized that I’ve been channeling through my written word for as long as I can remember. I just never realized it was a ‘thing.’ And yes, this post is about love, but I need to put it into context first.
On September 6, 2001, I wrote a song called “Burning Sky.” For those of you who were in NYC when the Twin Towers came down, you know why that was prophetic. The air was thick with smoke, an orange haze hung in the sky. The streets were empty, plastic bags flying on gusts of wind. The city was eerily silent. Every human with a soul was in shock or mourning. And for some reason, I had snapped this photo shortly before that paradigm shift.
I was working on the Upper East Side the day the towers came down, and after they closed the subways and bridges, I had to walk home all the way to Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I wound up barefoot because I had been in a suit and heels that day. Half way across the Williamsburg Bridge, I stopped to turn around and look at the destruction behind me. The sky was on fire.
The Original Williamsburg, Brooklyn
‘Willyburg’ was my first hood in New York City. I lived there way before all of the hipsters flooded the scene with their trust funds and squeezed the artists out. That was before our home lost its soul. Bedford Avenue was only like 5 blocks long. The Russian and Puerto Rican gangs were still duking it out at night. Shattered glass on the streets was normal. Nobody bothered me in my tights with hair in a bun on my way to ballet class.
I lived in a matchbox house built by a stained glass artist from Siberia. Walter’s basement, where his wife let us do laundry, was also his workshop and was filled with metal and colored glass fragments. And yes, sometimes rats died in the walls. But we were happy and free.
Black Betty was at the end of the block. That was the most badass place ever. They had an amazing Moroccan menu on the restaurant side, and live bands on the bar side all the time. That place would pack up to the gills and we would dance through the night. And I only had a few meters to drag myself home to at the end of the night. Those were some of the best days of my life. Before I stepped off of my own path, off of my own soul’s purpose.
After 9-11, I made a series of choices that would trap me in the 3D world for almost the next twenty years. But I believe that I couldn’t possibly know what I needed to fight for until I experienced what it was not. I wouldn’t trade those years for anything because I was allowed to bring four of the most amazing human beings I have ever known from my body out into the world. I suppose some gifts come at a price. Sometimes those are the ones we cherish the most.
Finishing Songs Undone
So, it was in the summer of 2001, up on the rooftop terrace of that matchbox house, that I wrote my first love song, “The One,” even though I was single at the time. I didn’t have anyone in mind when I wrote it. I had just bought myself my first guitar and was trying to write a little etude. I didn’t know who the song was for when I wrote it, but twenty years later it is all becoming clear to me. Those of us living beyond the 3D world already know that time is not linear. I suppose the messages from my past feel more at home today than they did back then.
That’s why I’ve decided to go back to the beginning to reconnect with my unfinished dreams. I guess the time for me is finally here. When the time is right, things return from the past and just fit. That’s what we learn as we shift into 5D, right? Just to let things flow and to enjoy the miracle of constant synchronicity. Surrender is the most beautiful thing I have ever known.
Eclipses always take something away in order to bring something new. When you lose everything, the compensation comes in abundantly – if you are willing to embrace the change. I am thankful for the isolation and destruction that the universe forced upon me during 2019, for it led me back to myself. And I’m glad to be back. Persephone made it out of the underworld and the flowers are blooming everywhere again.
I have written books full of songs that turned out to be prophetic later, and I will share them all in due time, possibly even with some stories about their origin. But in honor of this beautiful Venus in Pisces, spiritual love is upon us. This is a love that rises to the 5th dimension and is not burdened by the base instincts of the ego, attachment or control. It is within our grasp if we can open our hearts to feel it. Well, that’s what my music tells me anyway. For now, I need to sift through these old recordings to see if any of them are salvageable, or better yet, I’ll record them again for you! ❤