Before I got distracted, there was something that I’d been meaning to write about for a long time now.
A topic that I tried to write about it before – about the epiphany I’d had earlier this month regarding ambient noise – and I recalled that it was about being an empath.
As a child, the more sensitive I became – the more emphatic I became – the more that sort of noise calmed me, made me feel safe. Because I was afraid.
I wrote about how I used to crave the comfort of sound – the t.v, music, talking! – but how once I started getting in touch with Them (realizing and following my path) – suddenly I wanted quiet. I needed quiet.
I get irritable with the noise that seems constantly present these days.
I don’t mind so much I suppose by ambient noise being present during the day – such is life, such is the sound of human activity…but
It reminds me…. the familiar sort of noise – the drone of the television especially- that seems calculated to mask, so one can *think* – perhaps even so one cannot get distracted by Them.
I wonder because it’s the exact masking tactics I used throughout my childhood…using repetitive ambient sound as a cover that masks the overwhelming silence.
Maya Angelou’s final words, her last post on Twitter message concerned this very concept:
“Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God.”
Voice of God, indeed.
There was a time when I ran from that quietude, when I ran from myself, and from Them and Their messages.
This is no longer true of me.