10 September 2007

May 3, 1995

Written by Iris Watts Hirideyo ( Contact the author of this post )
Published on September 10th, 2007 @ 09:37:35 am, using 147 words, 136 views

Jeff Buckley

I never met Jeff. But I did come in contact with him. A distant sort of contact disguised as a close encounter. He grazed my shoulder on his way to the makeshift stage at Tower Records in Westwood. I was getting my period and he had a zit on his upper chest close to the collar bone. He was beautiful beyond anything I’ve ever seen. Delicate like a bird you could spend eternity looking at and listening to. And I did that. I looked at him… and listened to him… for as long as I could.

See my autographed jewel case insert signed by Jeff Buckley in part II of this blog post

Currently shattering window panes with a rendition of…
Jeff Buckley - Last Goodbye/Grace

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Comment from: Mo [Visitor] Email
That's a nice story about a beautiful man.
But you are Jeff, you know?

We are not separate. Especially when we touch. At the deepest level there is no boundary between ourselves and everything else in the world. Everyone's consciousness draws from the same underlying reality.

When you touch an object, it feels solid, as though there is a distinct boundary between it and you. But in the quantum domain, there is no solidity.
Is there solidity when two clouds meet?
No. They meld and separate.

Something similar happens when you touch another object. Your energy fields (and electron clouds) meet, small portions meld, and then you separate. Although you perceive yourself to be separate, you and everyone are constantly sharing portions of energy fields, so all of us at the quantum level, at the level of our minds and our "selves," are truly connected with one another.

Just as the individual wave belongs to the ocean, we are all extensions of the universal energy field with different points of view. You are just a different voice from the same consciousness. Both you and that delicate bird sing the same song. But you sing it in your own uniquely beautiful way.
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