Printed in the Summer 2020 issue of Quest magazine.
Citation: Singer, Margery A., "From the First Word" Quest 108:3, pg 9
By Margery A. Singer
This essay was written on my mother’s seventieth birthday in 1984. As she often did, I think she was experiencing a very close conscious connection with eternity on that day. She told me she heard the music of the spheres, saying that it is sweeter than any earthly sound.
My mother always wanted to share her cosmic connection with everyone she met. She very much wanted to be a light in the darkness for others. Her life’s desires were to be a mother and teacher about God’s love. She was the most loving person I have ever known.
—Forest Conley
In the beginning, the first Word—the first vibratory embodiment of thought—was that of the Creator saying, “I Am.” That source of all intelligence, all that is, therewith created the first link in the forever growing chain of action and reaction, one that continues to flow from idea into expression. The Word, and all to follow, were ideas crystallized into patterns, which then became creative catalysts.
The Words of God are endlessly spoken and uncountable: “I am . . . I know . . . I will . . . to create . . . energies . . . forms . . .” The Creator’s own joy in His creation, in the patterning of His knowing, set up vibrations of energy which expressed the impress of the patterned thought, that is, the Word. These waves of energy created further forms and interrelated systems for their expression. Forms function as “words,” demonstrating the ideas involved in their creation.
This dynamic, patterning energy is the music of the spheres; it is that which makes all that fills the Cosmos. Every atom, every flower, tree, and star, has its own song, its uniquely patterned vibrations that have created it and maintain its beingness in space and time.
Yet human consciousness could not maintain its own functioning identity—which is necessarily a limitation—if it could hear more than fragments of the ongoing music of creation. The human mind would break under the strain, unable to either separate or encompass the interrelating patterned harmonies. Any melody we hear can be quickly fragmented and lost when confronted with other melodies whose notes are relatively dissonant, however perfect in themselves.
Now and then we do become aware, however vaguely, of this cosmic music whenever we feel a crescendo of joy or catch a melodic fragment from this universal symphony. When transposed into our consciousness, the music may become love—a song to which our hearts dance in a new rhythm—or an insight whose harmonies revitalize our minds.
We may also be hearing this music of the spheres whenever a phrase communicating something of the meaning and purpose of Creation breaks through into our consciousness. We may then embody our perception by creating a form reflecting its image. Thus inspired, an artist, composer, inventor, humanitarian (who is an artist in the arts of living) embodies those vibrations of universal energy by building an image— physical or mental—of that harmony heard in the mind.
Every form or entity in Creation is made to play a different part in the composition of the whole. Just as a drum cannot play what a horn or violin plays, we all have a built-in range of potential abilities whose exercise requires practice, concentration, choice, and sensitivity.
Performing at the best level of which we are capable is a learned skill—and one we may or may not achieve. But the notations for our own music are there, just beyond the periphery of our daily concerns, although most of it may remain forever out of the reach of our awareness. What we do not learn to play will be played or is being heard elsewhere, and what we do play will be played back again for other ears yet to be. Whether or not our music becomes the heritage of others in another time or remains a song waiting to be sung is our choice—a trust denied or fulfilled.
Margery A. Singer was a lifelong and second-generation Theosophist. Her Poetry Galaxy book sells in the Quest Book Store in Wheaton, Illinois.