At the end of November 2007, I was invited to a Poetry and Prose reading in Ft. Collins to read an essay I wrote which won an honorable mention in the Spiritual/Inspirational category of the 76th Annual Writer’s Digest Writing Competition. I also read the first chapter of my book, and a woman in attendance told her friend about my journey. Well, winds up the friend also had a spiritual awakening with the music of a well-known classic rock musician. We recently got together to discuss our experiences, and the similarities of our journeys are amazing.
This woman, who I’ll call P., went away on vacation four years ago, and wound up attending three concerts of this classic rocker. She wasn’t familiar with his music beforehand, but during the first concert, she was blown away by what she heard. Drawn back for more music, something amazing took place during the third concert. P. stood in the audience, and suddenly left her body. She said she remembers being towards the top of the ceiling, looking down at everyone. A radiant feeling of joy, bliss, and cosmic oneness enveloped her. As she was leaving the concert, her husband remarked that P. looked different, and she was. She had a spiritual awakening which shook her to her core.
P.’s life drastically changed after this night, and like me, she felt compelled to write about her experience. P. wrote a book, which is in the process of being edited, and she hopes to publish it in the near future.
I’ve written about spiritual awakenings before, but this was the first encounter with someone else who has had a profound life-altering experience with rock music. We were both kinda freaked out by the parallels of our journey. How does such a phenomena take place? I don’t know. Something appears to get triggered in the brain, almost like an alarm clock going off, and suddenly, we’re catapulted into a life path we never dreamed possible.
For me, it is such a relief to know another person has a mission to help people understand the spiritual impact of rock music. I’ve felt like a freakazoid for quite some time. But now, there are at least two of us freakazoids out there. Yahoo! Maybe we should start a club.
P. felt we were a part of something very big, and I’ve sensed it too. We hope one day, everyone can taste the supernova of bliss and enlightenment that we spontaneously experienced with rock music. Perhaps our books will help spark a spiritual awareness in more people. I certainly hope so. Then there will be lots more freakazoids in the world, touting the healing power of rock music. And membership in our club will explode.
This woman, who I’ll call P., went away on vacation four years ago, and wound up attending three concerts of this classic rocker. She wasn’t familiar with his music beforehand, but during the first concert, she was blown away by what she heard. Drawn back for more music, something amazing took place during the third concert. P. stood in the audience, and suddenly left her body. She said she remembers being towards the top of the ceiling, looking down at everyone. A radiant feeling of joy, bliss, and cosmic oneness enveloped her. As she was leaving the concert, her husband remarked that P. looked different, and she was. She had a spiritual awakening which shook her to her core.
P.’s life drastically changed after this night, and like me, she felt compelled to write about her experience. P. wrote a book, which is in the process of being edited, and she hopes to publish it in the near future.
I’ve written about spiritual awakenings before, but this was the first encounter with someone else who has had a profound life-altering experience with rock music. We were both kinda freaked out by the parallels of our journey. How does such a phenomena take place? I don’t know. Something appears to get triggered in the brain, almost like an alarm clock going off, and suddenly, we’re catapulted into a life path we never dreamed possible.
For me, it is such a relief to know another person has a mission to help people understand the spiritual impact of rock music. I’ve felt like a freakazoid for quite some time. But now, there are at least two of us freakazoids out there. Yahoo! Maybe we should start a club.
P. felt we were a part of something very big, and I’ve sensed it too. We hope one day, everyone can taste the supernova of bliss and enlightenment that we spontaneously experienced with rock music. Perhaps our books will help spark a spiritual awareness in more people. I certainly hope so. Then there will be lots more freakazoids in the world, touting the healing power of rock music. And membership in our club will explode.