They're all the same thing. (No wonder I'm so tempted to spell it "musick" . . .)
I'm listening to a song that does almost nothing for me. Yeah, it's pretty, but it honestly has no great meaning for me. The lyrics are pretty pedestrian - they're about the standard (adolescent and post-adolescent, in some of our cases very, very post-) feeling of "not fitting in." I listen to it because it was performed by good friends of mine. (See the "Dark Lady" post about a month ago for some description of my feelings about listening to recordings by people I know, and who are no longer around.)
But - there's something else here. I know that the song does do something for MLL - that, indeed, it invokes something in him that, by his description, matches what I experience in the presence of the numinous. Now, there are pieces of music, popular and otherwise, that do that for me. This doesn't happen to be one of them. But because it can do that for someone else, someone who I know from prolonged discussion does not experience the numinous easily - for the most part, doesn't experience it at all - the song holds an odd sort of power-in-potential for me. For me, it holds very little charge, and what there is, is from the energy of the performances themselves, not the material - but I know for a fact that it holds a charge for someone else - someone who doesn't get that kind of charge from many things.
And both he and I can get that charge from a particularly elegant solution to a mathematical problem. I suspect this is related to the reasons why magick circles and talismans use so many geometric figures, and perhaps why the walls of the older buildings at Rice have those same geometric/geomantic figures worked into the decorations. (Odd note: the only one of the newer buildings, so far, to have those sorts of symbols on them is the Baker building. I suspect Freemasons, myself.)
I strongly dislike the standard newage shorthand of referring to magickal energies as "vibrations," but really, the term is better than "energies." It's not measurable in Joules, or calories - but it might be possible to measure it in Hertz, at least some of the time. (I still think referring to it as "mana" or, in my more playful moments, "mojo" is more accurate still - it doesn't have bad front-loading like the other two terms do - but that's neither here nor there.) There's often (although not always) a certain buzzing sensation around the third eye chakra when I've successfully raised energy. Moreover, I find it almost effortless to raise energy while singing or dancing, and much harder to do it in still, silent meditation. I remember moments on the horn where I got that same sensation, although it's a little harder to tell the buzzing of raised energy from the buzzing of the trombone section playing forte right behind one's head.
I wonder if anyone's played with sacred geometry and placement of musicians in an orchestra. I know musical performance spaces are one of the classic places to get away with that in the architecture, although quite often what one would expect to be sacred listening spaces - churches, with organs and chirs and all - are acoustically and energetically quite bad. (Then we have the Rothko chapel, which is inteded to be an energy-absorbing space and does it with mana or sound equally well.)
Oh, the usual update. Had DM over yesterday afternoon to watch Sneakers, which he hadn't seen and which I think he enjoyed. Rather wish I could have had AH over to see it as well, but you can't have everything. Also played him some brain-twister music, including but not limited to Big Daddy and some of the Cost Plus world-music covers. Enjoyed watching his brain twist around those. He tried to get the Rubik's hypercube program running on his laptop so I could play with it a bit, but we couldn't get it to work. He's sentenced to wisdom-tooth extraction Wednesday, so is unlikely to be at the Swan, and only slightly more likely to make Movie Night.
Had dinner with the MIL tonight. Her boss seriously pissed her off today - he volunteered her for extra work and then laughed her off when she tried to explain that she couldn't do it because of all the extra work she already has on her plate. Nu.
The Spouse finished another shelf. He mentioned he's probably going to put the next one off until late August, which surprised (and dismayed) me - I think he's unlikely to finish another one at all if he stops, as everything fits now and there isn't a "problem" anymore. Still, not my goal set. We haven't made any visible progress on the other issues, although he seemed okay with my having DM over for the movie, at least. He claims he's working on it, and I guess I have to believe him. Perhaps the phones are helping. I'm not sure. At least things aren't deteriorating any more, and I think we're over the whole curfew thing. I'm not happy, and my not being happy makes him unhappy, but I don't know when he will be willing to actually do something about it, and I've comitted to waiting - at least for a while.