The Symphony of Being

Today, I uncovered the meaning of a dream that had lingered in my mind—a dream of a contrabass. In that revelation, I understood: I am the bass. Like an instrument in a grand symphony, I exist here on this plane to provide rhythm and depth, often unseen but profoundly integral. The bass arrives late, anchoring the melody, giving it weight and structure. It’s the silent force that carries the rhythm forward, grounding the beauty of the whole.

I followed my breath into infinity and, in doing so, became whole. One with the body. The body—our vessel here in this dense plane—holds the master key. It gives, and it wants to give more. The secret lies in prolonging the experience, in not letting energy dissipate too quickly. To feel, to relax, to accept, and to discover profound pleasure within the body itself. It’s a tantric dance—deeply erotic yet transcendent, where the culmination is not in release but in the sustaining of energy.

This understanding extends beyond intimacy; it’s woven into the fabric of every moment. Any instant can hold this key, this gateway to presence and unity, if we’re willing to feel it fully. Here, in this dense plane, where experience is often described as heavy, I’ve come to realize it’s also about embracing the shadow.

To fail. To allow failure to unfold without resistance, with divine understanding. Even the act of surrendering to failure is transformative. It’s as though the body and the shadow teach us the deeper rhythms of life—to accept and integrate, to grow and transcend.

Until we outgrow ourselves, we are here, learning to hold the key with reverence. This journey is not about rushing to open the door but about being ready when it’s time. This plane is the space where we learn to harmonize, to find the pleasure within presence, to hold the energy, to embrace the shadow, and to feel the fullness of the rhythm of being.This is my melody.

 This is the bassline of my life.