Who I Am

C: The music is so indescribably beautiful that I cannot imagine what it would be like without it.

Composer: Never was there a time when the symphony was not and never will there be a time when it will not be.

C: You mean that it is eternal magnificence?

Composer: That is exactly what I mean.

C: Where do I come from?

Composer: I constructed the instruments so they would produce and sustain that unique resonance to express the perfect you forever. Then I called you forth into an eternity of magnificence.

C: Then I did have a beginning at that time?

Composer: No, little one, you existed as you resounded harmoniously in my mind. Then, there was a point at which I changed your form from the resonance within me to approximate the resonance from outside of me.

C: At this time of change were there other notes? Were they also changed in form, so to speak?

Composer: Yes, and I changed all of them at once. Until that time the most magnificent melodies, the most moving harmonies existed inside of me. They were me and I them. I wanted to give them a destiny of their own. I wanted to approximate removing them from myself so that they could grow independently of me. I wanted them to explore, to create on their own. I wanted them to know the joy of discovery and the satisfaction of self-expression. I did not disconnect them as you would imagine but I exist in their uniqueness, and as they express their remarkable originality, I experience it too. So, as the musical notes express the melodies and harmonies that are me, they do it eternally. Then, I may experience the endless variety of harmonies that are us.

C: When you constructed the instruments to externalize us were all instruments constructed to produce perfect notes?

Composer: Yes, little one, but you must understand there are slight variations in the same note when produced from a different instrument. Each instrument is itself unique and a C from a French horn will not resonate exactly like a C from a cello. Both will express a slightly different quality of the note of C, and only together will the entire orchestra produce the perfect C. You, dear one, are the perfect C. All of my notes are perfect and I call you forth into an endless variety of perfect harmony.

C: I did not know there were other notes, how many are there?

Composer: There are many notes, each of them finding perfection through the seemingly endless varieties of instruments that produce their resonance.

C: Why then have I been unaware that there are notes beside myself? I thought I was all of the notes. I thought I was the whole.

Composer: Try dearest, to understand this. You are the whole but at the same time you are not. Without you the whole would not be. Without the whole, you would not be. You are one and the same. You are the music. None of my notes can exist without all of the others; each one is a variation of the creative resonance. Each note depends upon the other for its being. Now picture this if you will. You do not just join the other notes. The notes are not produced independently with each striking the skein of eternity at the same time. Each note enters you so you embody each one. You permeate all that you embody, you transform with your unique resonance all of the other notes which you embrace, and then you release what you have created.

C: Wow, I never thought of it that way. Do all of the other notes do the same thing?

Composer: Yes, dear heart, they do, and it is all done simultaneously, free of the fetters of time and space.

C: Now I see what you meant when you said that we are each part of the whole and we are each not. Now this gets us back to my big dilemma and that is how do I know what I add to the whole? If the whole of magnificence cannot exist except as it comes from me, how can I ever know what I add to it? How do I know how it is transformed by my embodying it?

Composer: Listen, I gave you the capacity to hear, so listen.

C: Listen to what? All that I hear are the most miraculous harmonies, the most exquisite melodies, how do I hear me? Wait, why don’t you stop the music for a moment and let me resonate alone, then I will become aware of my own resonance?

Composer: I will not do that. I have called all resonance into being so the symphony of creation would play forever. I will never stop that.

C: So I have no hope of ever hearing myself?

Composer: Yes you do. I have made you so that you can stop listening. If you wish, you need not listen to all that you embody. This will create the illusion of your resonating alone. Then you will hear yourself. I gave you the gift of this capacity so that you may enhance your appreciation of yourself and ultimately of the whole. Having gained such an appreciation, you will add immeasurably to the endless varieties of your resonance. Thus, the eternal symphony will express my highest dreams for it and we will make music forever.

C: OK, I have done it and you would not believe how incredibly beautiful I sound.

Composer: Yes, I do.

C: Finally I can hear all of the nuances created by the different instruments that together produce me. What a wonder, what a wonderful thing I am. I never knew.

Composer: No, dear heart, as you did not know what you were until you listened to yourself, you will not know who you are until you stop listening to yourself.

C: I don’t understand. What if the instruments stop resonating me? How will I know? What will become of me?

Composer: Understand this, my treasure, when you did not hear yourself, you did not give even a thought to your eternal being. You knew you were beauty and you knew you were forever. Only when you closed out the others from your hearing, when you created this illusion of separateness, did you also create this illusion of mortality. I tell you this, my heart, you are immortal, you are mine, and you will exist forever. Now I will show you.

C: How? What may I do to become immortal again?

Composer: Listen to the others, listen the way you did before, take your attention from yourself.

C: Oh my, the music is so magnificent, the beauty is so indescribable, and it is me. I am the music, I am the symphony, the symphony is me and we are forever, this is truly who I am.

Composer: Yes, little one, you know what you are, and because of that you know who you are. We are magnificent, are we not? We are the music, and we are forever.

May God bless you each in the knowledge of who and what you are. And, in so knowing MAY YOU, HIS PRECIOUS ONES, BE HEALED EVERY BIT THIS DAY.

(Excerpted from Letter To His Beloved by Harvey A. Green)

2 Responses to “Who I Am”

1. Elaine Singer says:

   January 16, 2012 at 6:00 pm

   Dear friend,

   This is as lyrical and wondrous as the introduction to CIM, which I’ve always loved. Such a beautiful way to express the All.
2. Harvey Green says:

   January 16, 2012 at 6:22 pm

   You say the kindest things. Mahalo!!!