Energy in the words

“I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.”

― Arthur RimbaudA Season in Hell/The Drunken Boat

I  was reading Rick Riordon, a teenage thriller, Ptah, the Egyptian god of  creativity is presented in an interesting way, every word that he utters takes form. But when we muse over it, each word we speak has a life of its own, a vibratory signature that creates waves into the expanse of the universe.

In my visual as I write or speak we use vehicles of words to carry meaning, as well as energy from us to the outside, that could be another person or lot of people. It could be any conversation, to anyone or every write word, shabda becomes Brahma this shabda begins to vibrate with its own definite vibration. As does the word next to their points of intersection creating a note, these notes in tandem creating music. Like musical notes our words live in communities of other words and change in relation to the words that surround them.  If we are conscious of the energy behind our words we become capable of making beautiful music in the world. If we are unconscious of the power of words we run the risk of creating a noisy disturbance.

To some the craft of stringing the words come instinctively while the rest of us may have to cultivate it with effort. How many times have we spoken without thinking … just blurting our feelings and thought with utter disregard for the words we choose to express.  Since I have begun to practise conscious speech I realize blocks are dissolving , particularly since I am conscious of my intent in using the word. It was like hurling words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded at all no matter how faintly, I could then send other words to tell, march, to fight to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

For a while I experimented with power of the spoken word that is I made a list of my favourite words and notice the energy they contain. I wrote them down and posted them where I could see them, there were times I tried speaking them aloud in the right diction, and voice pitch I would try to feel the vibration in various aspects of my body and I would be aware of the muscle space that was vibrating.

“Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.”
― Patrick RothfussThe Name of the Wind

 

 

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