Om Choir Experiences - Aurelio

2009-2010

Dream: A few days after the first Om choir which Narad facilitated at his return for this Winter season 20009/10

I had a dream which expanded on the set up and energy of the weekly OM Choir in Savitri Bhavan.

In it a very charged atmosphere was felt; in spite that the hall was packed full it was very concentrated and silent.

I looked around and saw that there were people everywhere, even outside, in the amphitheater, the courtyard ,the garden... all ready in anticipation of the next sound wave to start and descend. And suddenly it felt like there was no building anymore, the walls became somehow penetrable, of a different matter, there were no distances, the people on the very fringe of the large gathering were as close as the ones in the inside of the circle, ....and there was a common participation in a specific vibration which was present everywhere in the space.

On the way home: It had happened before, that on the motorbike ride home from the Om Choir there was a heightened awareness in the listening. The wind gathering in the ears while driving was singing in many overtones according to the speed and turn of the head.

On the way home of this season's third choir evening the experience was that strong that I wanted to actually immediately sit down on my return and write it to Narad. It so happened that early next morning there was a phone call which reminded me to do so.

The specific Om Choir had been rather subtle, more quite, not as expressive as at other times. There was a sensibility and subtleness in the tone and intricate beauty in the small. Sitting on the motorbike, driving north along the Matrimandir garden boundaries there it was again, in a more cosmic or should I say natural, tone, carried through the wind, reflecting many of the nuances of the collective singing, exact passages, strains of these momentary melodies, of the same mood and atmosphere ......through the wind in the ears, spreading through the whole being, filling it with joy and gratitude, bathing in the resonance of the echoes of these tones, which seemed in these aural reflections like miniature architectures of loving sound......