Tue, 15 Jan 2008 19:02:43 GMT

I'm going to try to explain this as best I can and it's a hard abstract concept, so bear with me.

I saw a series a few years ago that was talking about beauty and what is beauty and it started going into the Golden Ratio and how it correlated with the Fibonacci Series. And basically what it boils down to is that mathematically there is a ratio for what is considered "beauty." I think the ratio is like 1:1.62. What that means is that, for example, every 1 inch tall you go, you want to go 1.62 inches over. So for example, take the number 3 and multiply it times 1.62, you get 4.86. That's why photographs are generally cropped in a 3x5 or 4x6 because it's get the closest to the Golden Ratio. This is something that they have shown to occur in nature itself. Things tend to grow in odd numbers..groups of 3 or 5 or whatever. Seriously, next time you pick a flower or look at a plant. Look at the number of leaves or petals. They're probably odd--which is why a 4 leaf clover is such an anomaly. But anyway... They started talking about how these calculations could actually be put to music. So they took (i think it was) St. Paul's Cathedral in London and basically played music that correlated to how it looked. In other words they played how it looked. I hope that makes sense. Are you with me so far? Okay.

So after I watched that program, I thought to myself, that I must have a sound. That as a human being, I must have a noise or music that is me. If a building does, than I must. Not even using my outer measurements as a person, but if you take the shape of my DNA or my soul, that is singular to me, it must have a sound. The thought struck me as wonderful and I've just kinda kept it with me ever since.

This brings me to my name. There's a correlation, I swear. A week ago or something I mentioned on my private blog how much I hated my name. People call me lots of different things. I'm known by lots of different names depending on who you're talking to. So some people made suggestions of names for me and none of them really fit. So I sat down and thought about it for a while and came to the conclusion that the reason I can't think of a name for myself is because i don't see *me* as a name. I thought to myself "I'm a vibration that I feel emanates dark blue and it makes *this* sound." But like I can't tell you what that sound is. It's not like "Oh it's an F sharp." My human self cannot make that sound. No one can. It's the sound that my soul vibrates at, and I feel that everyone has this. Not just me.

So this is where it ties in with the whole beauty, DNA, having a particular sound thing.

I have a word that has been put upon me and that's a name. But really none of them fit me. Am I going to walk around being called "The person formerly known as...." uh no. Just go by whatever you call me.

It's semantics really. When someone labels something you have an idea of what it is and what it's not. If I say "tree" you may conjure up an Elm, Oak, Weeping Willow, whatever. But people have a general idea of "tree" and they know that when they're looking at a lamp, it's not a tree, because "tree" means *this thing.* And not only does it label that thing *tree* it labels everything *not tree.*

Well for me *my name* doesn't mean *this thing*, *me*. And what it is, I cannot pronounce. To pronounce it I would have to cut out your tongue....Sorry, Simpson's reference there. LOL

So...anyway, my point being in this whole rant is that I don't have a name. I have a tonal vibration that I feel emanates the color indigo and a sound. It has no name and I don't know how to give it voice or a sound.

And since I think everyone has this quality, it makes sense to me when people say "that person gives off a bad vibe." On a tonal, vibrational level, you feel a discordance with that person. Some people there's a harmony and other's there's a discordance. Just something to think about next time you come across someone that gives off a bad vibe. It's kinda like hearing a bad note played in a symphony and you go "ewww yuck dude. that doesn't sound good."

Does anyone understand me out there? I hope I made some sense. Anyone else have this experience?

I swear, I'm not stoned. I think this shit all the time.

Spiritual Fodder...what's your thoughts?