I was in the gym changing room when I took a moment to stop and listen to what was being played through the speakers; it was along the lines of “if you love me, come and get your fill”. Hmmmm… definitely not a love song by my standards, and certainly not what I would want to hear from someone I loved or who loved me. I’ve learned that love can only be something that truly comes from within me first, not from anyone else filling me up: believe me I’ve tried it, and looking outside myself for love simply doesn’t work.
Hearing this song made me stop, and think; what are we really listening to?
As I listened I felt in my body the hardness of the song; it actually hurt my body to hear the music. I could feel it in my chest, and the words became so clear, in the sense they were not loving at all, keeping us in the belief that love is something we find outside ourselves. Even the lyrics were not honoring of women or men at all.
I decided to conduct a little experiment: I chose to observe music for the week, just to feel what is really going on. Music is everywhere, 24 hours a day, non-stop: in the supermarket, clothes store, the gym or in the car whilst getting a lift to work, even the kids put their earphones in when moving from class to class at school. The more I observed and listened, the more I became aware of how music imposes on us and just how harming it can be without us even realising.
Sometimes I could feel like it was trying to hook me in – all the stories, emotions and need, other times it was more the actual tone of the voice or the sound of the instrument that actually hurt my body to hear; my chest would tighten, my head hurt, or I’d actually physically wince at the sound. I found when I listened to my body it spoke to me loud and clear.
Looking back I remember being little and reacting to music that didn’t feel right by hiding behind the couch when a certain person and song came on the TV, or shouting ‘stop’ at the radio in the car, and getting into trouble as my sister whacked on the brakes.
As I grew up I got totally sucked in by music that was being played, as long as it had a story of emotional woe I could relate to that kept me immersed in some sort of drama, for example – being sad, lonely or in the misery of a relationship breaking up, or if it had a good beat I could also dance to, I was totally gone.
But thank goodness, it is not like this anymore.
I have found that there is actually music out there that is clear, without one ounce of emotion or woe, which is made with love. It doesn’t hurt my body to listen to it, nor do I wince or get sucked in – it’s the complete opposite in fact. I feel me, I feel so much expansion, freedom and joy in my body, there’s not one ounce of tension or pain.
It’s music that allows my body the freedom to expand, and it calls me to connect more deeply within myself and all that I am – absolute love, joy, truth and so much more. The difference is it has not been made to self-promote or gain, but made with love for all of humanity to hear: it holds all others equally and allows people to feel the truth of who they really are with no imposition at all.
By Gyl Rae, 37, Scotland