Winter Bells

I’m hearing bells again today, little tiny bells ringing in my ear. You could say it’s the sound of music but only to me. The bells whisper in melody a tune for all to see. I often wonder why you all can’t see the myriad of motion that is circling me.

Time is a gift you see. The sooner you realize the better you’ll be. Choose your favorite color and that is who you’ll be as you hear the vibrations that are formed and coming straight out of me.

I’ll choose white for that color suits me. Although, let’s just be honest here,

I’m a girl and I just like the way I look in white, however, Pink and Green are the real me. I’ll share more secrets and you will see. Bring your music sheets and sit beside me.

Tell me my dear what color will you be?

They are many to choose from but that won’t be the problem. If you stand still long enough and open your mind they will find you. You know, the lights and sound that make your souls sound sweetly a song no one else can hear. Having this gift of music in your soul means only one thing and this is most important one of all...share it.

There are a list a ways to relax and hear your inner music. You may have to try different techniques to find the right one for you. Try mediating it could be a nice way to start your own rhyme.

Even if it takes a long time that is okay for that is the gift of life can’t you see? As you choose your color your sound will begin and together they will become you. Or the real you will be become them together three parts in one. Music holds you together so don’t misuse it or it will tear you apart.

A celestial swirling motion of light and sound ready to make your first melody. How excited you must be! I am ecstatic for you and honored to see you here. It delights me to think of the rythym in the music that we will make.

The very first move you make will mark your unique sound or vibration that makes a sound. Like a snowflake finally reaching the ground your vibration can be heard for ions now.

Can you see me,said the mouse to the elephant. Where are you and what has become of you? I am here right in front of you can you not see me ? See you I cannot but hear you I can and the sound is like tiny bells ringing in my ears.

I can sense you before I see you and a feeling of joy overcomes me. A deep valley of complete and total Orchestral Sound permeates through me.

It pleases me to see that the bells are ringing again and each of us is doing their part for one another. Together we make celestial music and mark the changes of humanity.

One chord of the right sound could be one that changes history forever. A second chord could mean atmospheric changes. Then even a third and forth and so on and so forth the melody of time slowly humming your favorite tune, her favorite tune, his favorite tune and anyone else who cares to join the Orchestral Sound of time. Our music is heard throughout the galaxies. We are made from it. It’s your unique pattern of light and sound. Your vibration can be felt by others and you may not know it. If this is the case then we are the conductors of our own symphony. Small movements make small sounds and the greater the movements make major historical moments in yes, you guessed it, time.

If your mad someone knows it. So, you know try to forgive.

If your sad someone knows it. So, you know try to be happy.

If your glad someone knows it. So, you know try to do it all day.

Terming the phrase we all have heard at least one time in our lives...be careful what you think. Let’s try something different for a change. Try to make your sound unique by smiling or even saying thank you. I’m sure just the sound of those two things alone could change the world. Let me hear you happy and healthy. Let me hear you smile and say thank you.

I get it, no one else is doing it.... here you go! This one is for you...

Sometimes the craziest things make you see more clearly. It is said that it takes ten times the effort to frown and leaves the deepest marks. A smile however is like tiny bells to someone’s soul. Playing a beautiful rythym that only you, yourself, will know. Maybe you could help your neighbor write his own sheet of melodies like you. Let me hear you loud and clear.

I hope this helps.