A Whiter Shade Of Pale by Procol Harum. I know it very well, I mean, its music and its sounds and atmosphere, but I've never focused on its words. In its energy I felt at home and, therefore, I have never asked for the words.
There is also an Italian cover.
Carlo Massarini also continues to say which singers loved it, from John Lennon to .... I don't remember. One of them said that he always thought this music for his funeral. Well nice choice. It could be an almost new energy funeral ah ah ah.
IHe said that it seems that this text appears for many came down from heaven. almost like a revelation, a blessing, a miracle, something mysterious.
For the divine side, the I Am, this is something natural. Indeed, the so-called visions are so beautiful and detailed that human words are not enough. Trying to best describe the feeling, that image but, if you don't make a direct and personal experience, words are only a part.
And this is one of the "gifts" of openness to the divine side, toward the I Am.
A sound, a word, a gesture can open up another dimension.
Sometimes it may seem weird viewed from the others because I interact with that :-)
I say it because I live like this from... always. I had to understand that all the informations I felt were not mine, especially those "negative." An angry person walked near me and boom! An hard sensation arrived. as may I have changed suddenly my mood? Ehm! because it wasn't mine :-)
So, it's possible to feel the body of pain of a person, of a place, of a house, of a nation.
Or perceiving the other past or future lives or other dimensions.
Seeing people already as lightbodies or in their state of temporary mood. For real to see the aura colors! Ah ah ah it was just that. It's to feel multi-dimensionals or/and awareness.
I take an example about a guy I met some time ago.
When he was with his girlfriend in particular moments of friction, he was gray. I mean, I saw him as a big gray ball. The AND took over on the illusion of 3D reality. The funniest thing was when I was cycling, I saw a gray cloud in a car, at the driver's seat. Ehm it was a little be dangerous, to be sure, because my multi-dimensionality dashed on that image and my mind began to want to understand a little more. In a while, I was banging on the car ah ah ah. Then the hardness of the girl near that image brought me back to the illusion of 3D reality. Well, the gray cloud was he with his partner.
You see how many words I used to describe something that lasted about 2 seconds? This is the AND.
That same guy, when did the work who didn't like, appeared to me like Ben Grimm while he is burying in the ground and stones.
AND he had also his magnificent moments. When he was smiling and did what he liked, how to teach, he appeared as a big very welcoming and warm red-orange ball.
This interaction doesn't happen continualt because my mind would be under stress ... But gradually, to protect my human side, it is increasingly present.
Not to be overwhelmed by all informations, from I was young I started writing, until I decided I had my energetic poems, descriptions of other I Am creativity.
I will also say there is no need of any natural or artificial drugs to get here, to see the energies.
And now I leave you with the song and its text (if you want to have a beautiful sung).
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said: "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see"
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who're leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well've been closed
And so it was…