When I don't really feel like writing I just start writing. The old clichés go through my mind. Just do it. Do it now. Don't procrastinate. Losers never win(how did that get in there?)
Anyway, I mostly try to face the unpleasant task after a few minutes of avoiding it. This doesn't always work as a lot of drivel can come out but I try to keep an open mind. If it is important to my lazy brain there might be something in it for my sharp, intuitive, restless, and creative being. So today I'm just plodding along awaiting my muse. I wonder about the word muse. a muse ment. It is a part of it all. If the muse is not amused it will simply not cooperate. After all, there should be something for everyone in my blogs.
I was discussing the sound in my head with a dear friend in December. This high pitched sound has been with me as long as I can remember. When I was a child I used to ask Mama, "what is that high pitched sound?" I used to think the light bulb was humming or something. Since she never heard it and would look at me strangely I didn't mention it to anyone else. Mama looked at me strangely a lot but that is another story for another day.
So I have always had the sound with me as my companion. When I used to have migraine headaches I would try to relax into the sound(go into an Alpha state). If there were no distractions I would go to sleep in the sound and wake with no migraine. At times the sound drove me crazy because I didn't understand it and would wonder why it was always with me. I figured it was some kind of Electra/chemical process and I would occasionally ask others if they too had a sound. No one I asked ever did but I did read in a few places that some people hear this but it is believed to have something to do with the inner channel of the ear. I do have large floppy ears so I thought this was most likely a result of my strange hearing apparatus. When I practiced transcendental meditation for a few months I was given a mantra but it never worked. I simply could not meditate.
Much later I discovered that if I tuned into this sound when I prayed I could feel God's presence more strongly, but again didn't think too much about it.
Then, along in December, comes my friend of untold years and lo and behold, she too has a permanent sound in her head. Upon discussion I learn that as a child she too questioned people and she also got little understanding and strange looks. She told me she has discovered this is an om sound.
I still do not know for sure but it has been humming like crazy since I began writing this piece.
I feel that, among other things it is my muse, my guardian angel, my soul. It is always with me. Sometimes in the background, very quiet, a mere whisper. At other times, like now it is a roar. a celestial song playing loudly in my brain. It is in me, yet I actually hear it. When I tune in and let the sound envelope me there is no fear and no problem. It simply is and it comforts me and drives me and consoles me.
My husband loves to listen to music, I often like the quiet because the music is in my head.
I feel it is an integral part of me and makes me what I am. So much for this post. If you have a similar sound please let me know. There cannot only be two of us in the world!!!.