Fear is – And – Music

THE FEAR IS

Fear is the killer of time.

Consume our precious memories.

Crush bright and happy thoughts.

It prevents us from living in the present, in the now.

Control the thoughts and ideas of what we contemplate for our future.

Fear prevents us from moving forward or escaping from what we have done in the past that we may not be proud of or may not want to remember.

Fear prevents us from taking a step forward; a move towards what we could do, when walking through that door would bring beneficial change and enlightenment.

Fear takes away our health: physically, mentally and emotionally.

It clouds our mind and ability to think clearly.

Fear stalks our nights and our dreams. Break our night sleep.

Fear is as destructive and harmful as any disease, it clings to us and can kill us.

When Fear approaches us, acknowledge it, but do not allow it to enter.

If it sneaks in, how is it? no what to do, expel the fear. Pray. Empty your thoughts of anything negative and meditate on what brings you clarity, peace, tranquility, and delight.

Each time you do this, as you learn to do it, it becomes easier and more comforting, and then you can part with him.

When you release it:

THE FEAR IS GONE

–Kathy Pippig

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MUSIC

Music can be a language considered more versatile than the spoken word or the written word.

Regardless of its ethnic or ancestral origin, music is understood by all who listen or create it. Music is universal and does not need translation.

The languages ​​of music are the different genres. Dialects are the different styles and moods within each dialect.

With just seven notes, their respective sharps, flats, and octaves, MUSIC: Paint a pastoral scene. A tumultuous storm. Take a moment of pure joy. Free our mind of worries and move our body to spin and dance, forgetting everything else except the enjoyment of the song.

Music was probably made, played, before man had the gift of speech.

The music imitates the song of a bird. The whisper of a stream. The wind swirls through the tall, rugged mountains and trees that line the riverbank. It sounds like a thundering storm. And whispers like spring flowers floating in the breeze of a new summer to green hills and mossy rocks.

Music is the echo of the beauty of the earth and the pulse of the Creator. Music is eternal. And magic …

–Kathy Pippig