IAL Funder Letter #4

April 10th, 2016

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Dear Friend,

Is Anybody Listening?

There is something in the stillness

Calling softly to me

Even though I’m all alone

And the sound is like nothing

I’ve ever heard or seen

And it’s calling from the deep unknown

That’s right. It’s a calling. This project is a calling. We’re accepting the call.

Then the mountains move

And the cold wind roars

And the fire fills the sky

But temptation always passes by

Leaving something in the stillness

Calling softly to me

And so, we’re listening.

We believe there is a better way of fixing the problems of the world that we all face going forward, a more spiritual way of healing these issues.

It’s a still small voice

Oh a still small voice

Can ya’ hear it?

A still small voice

Calling to me

 And so I’m listening. And I’ve found that …

There is something in the silence

When I quiet my mind

And the water’s rolling over me

And the hush it is endless

And the song runs free

And the voice is like a melody

And I believe that music is the messenger in the communication of these profound ideas of restoration that every one of us already knows.

And the time shall come

When the choice is made

And the voice deep inside

Will stay with you and be your guide

Through the waters ahead

 Well, that time is now.

 It’s a still small voice

Can you hear it?

We each have the power to heal. We do it every day – in small ways, in big ways. Join us in this healing work.

Can you hear it calling?

Learn More:

Is Anybody Listening

Participate Now:

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/is-anybody-listening/donate-now/

 

Thanks for listening,

Peter Link

Lyrics from It’s A Still Small Voice, Act II, Is Anybody Listening?

The Birth Of A Nation (Of Soccer)

April 8th, 2016

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When I was a kid growin’ up, for an athlete, life was pretty much a 3-sport world — baseball, football and basketball.  St. Louis was my hometown and when I first got to high school I started noticing for the first time that local college, St. Louis University, had a pretty good soccer team. They were nationally recognized in a sport that was never played by anyone that I knew.

Nonetheless, I began to hear more about this international sport as I went out for basketball in the winter of my freshman year and even, to my surprise, found out that St. Louis was recognized as one of the soccer centers of our nation.  It was still very much a minor sport, however.

My high school, Principia, had a soccer team, and it played in the cold of the winter season, but all the best athletes pretty much played basketball.

After my sophomore year playing basketball and aggressively fouling out of nearly every game I played, my coach suggested to me that my rough and tumble nature might just be better for the soccer team.

Thus began my love affair with the sport of soccer.

At first I really wasn’t very good at it. I grew up with a ball in my hand, not on my foot. In my junior year I played little and learned a lot. For my senior year I decided that I would learn to shoot penalty shots since I had sat by and watched us lose far too many games blowing those shots in my junior year. So I would stay out after practice with our goalie for an extra hour each day and just shoot and shoot until I became good at it.

We had a decent team my senior year. I was still not particularly a skilled player, but I had a knack for scoring in close and around the goal probably because of my tireless work shooting penalty shots.

In track I was a pretty decent pole-vaulter and so at the end of my senior year I got an athletic scholarship to the University of Virginia.

There, in my freshman year of college, I got tremendous coaching in both soccer and pole-vaulting and improved my skill set in rapid fashion.

However, I decided that a big university was not for me and enrolled at a small college back in the mid-west called Principia College.

Sadly, Prin College did not have a soccer team.

College soccer season was a fall sport and rivaled football. Principia’s athletic director, Jim Crafton, was a die-hard football coach who lived for the fall football season.

He was not at all interested in supporting a soccer team as well with an enrollment of only 700-800 students.

But also transferring in that year were a couple of my other high school soccer teammates who were excellent players – Bill Foster, our center half and the best player on the H.S. team, and Jon Fisher, our right wing. Along with John Andrews, our right halfback, who was too light for college football and was already enrolled at Principia, we decided to try our luck at starting a student supported soccer club.

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L>R: Jon Fisher, Link, Bill Foster, John Andrews – Founders of Prisoc

We knew we needed a coach, so we 4 sophomores met several times to see if there might be a potential coach and faculty sponsor in the faculty who might work with us. Hardly any of the staff even knew what soccer was at the time, but there was one longtime fine arts teacher of Swiss decent named Dr. Reinhardt Ross who had once played soccer and loved the sport. We asked him if he were interested and he jumped at the chance.

Along with our coach, Riney Ross, the four of us held tryouts, booked an 8 game season with other neighboring college’s varsity teams and even organized a season. Riney even went out and bought uniforms for us replete with school colors, shirts, pants and socks and our agreed upon name in blue across the back of the gold jerseys – Prisoc (Principia Soccer Club).

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Bill Foster, Bud Kimbrough, Pete Link Bob Smith

We ran a few ads in the school paper, The Pilot, and for our first game actually had about a hundred students come out to the game. We had to play early Saturday mornings because we did not dare schedule a game at the same time as the beloved football team that played each Saturday afternoon.Take-first-article_b-w

In the course of our season, soccer caught on at Principia. For the women on campus, it was a much more understandable game to watch. Also they knew who was playing since our faces weren’t covered up by football helmets.

Coach Crafton was not pleased. Several players on the soccer team were quite good athletes, Bill Foster being one of them, and in another world would have been playing football.

But we won more than 50% of our games that year and generated much respect and fun on campus. Besides, we were youth rebelling against the traditional, and in the 60s that was definitely the thing to do.

When was it not?

Our team was led by the great all-around play of Bill Foster, the fierce determination and never tiring Johnnie Andrews, a bulldog goalie named Alan Orcutt and the ever-graceful Jon Fisher. Bud Kimbrough, right forward, Bob Smith and Maurice Weidman, our two fullbacks and Kim Brady, halfback, also formed a tough defense that kept the games low scoring. I was center forward and high scorer.

We, little Principia College soccer club, actually played Washington University in St. Louis, a school of some 30,000 to a 3-3 tie in one game. We were on the map.

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Our second season went even better. We played a much longer schedule, some pretty tough colleges of far greater size and held our own. We won 66% of our games that year and the school support was tremendous. We’d have 300-400 people at each game at home and a busload at all away games. Even cheerleaders! One Saturday somebody counted the attendance at our game and also at the football game that afternoon and ours was the greater number. Soccer had arrived and the word was that Jim Crafton, the athletic director (the football coach) was not a happy guy.

But Jim Crafton was a most graceful man. Oh he loved his football, and this success of our little club had to be tough for him, but at the end of our junior year he announced that Prisoc would no longer be Prisoc – rather, starting in our senior year, 1965, it would now become Principia’s New Varsity Sport!

Thus soccer was born at Principia College.

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Our senior year let no one down. A new freshman came in, Chip McCarthy, who was really from another generation – a kid who had grown up playing soccer first — much like today’s kids. He had all the skills, great confidence, and he added a terrific scoring threat to our front line. He made a good team even better.

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For me, the most memorable moment that year, and probably the most memorable moment of my athletic lifetime was a game we played away at Eastern Illinois University’s home field. Eastern Illinois, a mid-west soccer powerhouse school of 13,000 vs little ol’ Principia (750) varsity.

I remember it was late in the year, it was freezing cold and we were scared silly to be facing such a team. But our defense held. At the end of the first half the score was 0-0. At the end of the game the score was still 0-0. We had played our hearts out. We were exhausted and our first string had played most of the game with very few substitutions.

The coaches decided instead of a penalty shot shoot out, we would play up to two 5-minute overtimes. At the end of the first overtime the score was still 0-0.

About 2 minutes into the second overtime when we just had nothing left, I suddenly found myself alone in front of their goal with the ball and only their goalie between me and victory. I turned to shoot and their goalie dove for the ball at my foot. But he missed and I was able to get around him and dribble the ball all the way into the goal. I wasn’t going to kick it even though I had a clear shot, because I knew this was the only chance we’d ever have. With no one now in front of me I took the ball right into the netting of the goal and collapsed into the net with the ball. Sudden death. We scored!

We had won the game. My teammates piled all over me trying to extract me from the net as the 5000 EIU supporters left the stadium in shock.

We had beaten the mighty giant. David and Goliath, an’ all that.

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Looking back, we were always a bit ragtag, but we were a team. We believed in ourselves and it didn’t matter that we were from a small school; we were a group of dedicated players with a cause far beyond the game itself. We were out to prove that soccer was a great game to be valued as an American sport.

Today, of course, it is. More kids across America probably play soccer than any other sport growing up.

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We were a small part of the beginning of this. Not just at Principia, but in America.

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IAL Funder Letter #3

April 6th, 2016

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Dear Friend,

So far in my first two letters I’ve asked two questions: “What is the evening all about?” and “Why are we doing this?”

Here’s a third: Who can solve the issues we face in the world ahead?

And here’s how “Is Anybody Listening? will answer it.

Well here we are

Now at last together

Here we are

Soldiers seekers healers are we

What brings us to this mountain top?

What questions lie upon your tongues?

Tell me all about it

What questions lie upon your tongues?

 

Who will heal the world?

Who will save the children?

Who will cleanse the waters of the earth?

Who will heal the world?

Who will stir the ashes?

Who will bring the barren land to birth?

 

Who will rescue the fallen man?

Mend the broken hearted

Build the families

Give back the dignity

That’s now been taken away?

 

Who will heal the world?

Who will bridge the waters?

Who will break the barriers between man?

 

Now you know the answer lies with God

But the task he gives to me

 

So send me up to the mountain top

Send me into the valley below

Send me out into the wilderness

Here I am send me

Here am I   send me

Here I am

 

Who will heal the world?

Who will end the famine?

Who is there to multiply the loaves?

 

Now you know the power lies with God

But the hour belongs to you

 

So send me up to the mountain top

Send me into the valley below

Send me out into the wilderness

Here I am send me

Here am I send me

Here I am

 

Send me into the prison yards

Send me into the heart of danger

Send me out into the battleground

Here I am send me

Here am I send me

Here I am

 

Send me into the broken homes

Send me out into the asphalt jungles

Send me deep into the troubled sea

Here I am send me

Here am I send me

Here I am

 

Send me into intensive care

Send me where the people are dying

There my brothers will be set free

Here I am send me

Here am I send me

Here I am send me

            Lyrics from “Who Will Heal The World”, Act II, Is Anybody Listening?

Won’t you join us in this great adventure? Have you thought about what you can do to make a better world for yourself, your kids, all of mankind?

Here’s how you can participate:

 Donate Now:

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/is-anybody-listening/donate-now/

Visit the web page:

Is Anybody Listening

 

Thanks for listening,

Peter Link

 

IAL Funder Letter #2

March 30th, 2016

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Dear Friend,

Once again I ask, “Is Anybody Listening?”

If you are, read on.

So now to the question, “Why are we doing this? To what purpose?”

We are doing this to enlighten. We can all change the world by bringing awareness first, and then healing. And music is the medium of communication. Music, a language of Spirit, is a most wondrous medium.

“Next to the Word of God, the noble art of music is the greatest treasure in the world.” ~Martin Luther

Is music powerful enough to move mankind to a spiritual basis? If it is not, what language is? For music is a universal language.

Using music as the great communicator is powerful, but not enough. One must also have content. One must also have the answers to the problems. Those answers, we believe, are found not in material solutions, but spiritual.

Love is the answer.

Let’s look at terrorism as an example.

Evil cannot be solved through material means. Unfortunately, that’s the way the world tries to solve the issues we all face. But as we look around us, we see pretty clearly that that’s not working.

Well, there’s simply a better way to go about this.

Love is the answer.

And if you lose your faith in man

And find your life in disarray

And question how it all began

And why you went astray

And looking back you wonder

If you had only worked from love

And left regrets to yesterday

And let love find the way

 

Where would you be today?

In a quiet space

In a holy place

If you only had worked from love

And let love find the way

 

Then heart to heart and eye to eye

The bond between becomes restored

And all is well in one accord

When you let love find the way

Lyrics from 1st Act Closer, Is Anybody Listening?

 

Only by becoming more conscious of our spirituality will we triumph over the world’s evils. This is what must be learned and demonstrated by all mankind.

How do we convince them (and ourselves) of this? In the same way we teach children — by setting a great example and communicating the truths of existence in a clear and loving way.

Love is the message. Music is the messenger.

Thanks for listening,

Peter Link

PS – Interested in supporting this project?

 Donate Now:

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/is-anybody-listening/donate-now/

Visit the web page:

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IAL Funder Letter #1

March 26th, 2016

 

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Dear Friend,

We’re close.  We’re almost there.

I am writing to bring you news of the progress and great growth of our exciting project.

As you probably already know, our company, Watchfire Music, along with the Sheen Center for Thought and Culture in New York City, is now producing a new project called

“Is Anybody Listening? – Concert Theater and Webcast”

It is an evening of inspirational music designed to bring awareness and healing to many of the world issues we all face.

The pilot production, performed by some of NYC’s top talent, opens this July at the Sheen Center in Manhattan and runs through the summer. The show is designed as a live concert piece that will also be filmed for use in shorter segments and webcast all summer to a world-wide audience.

Here is a further insight into the project.

In my over 40 years working as a composer, music producer and stage director in the entertainment business I can’t remember being so excited as I am now.

What is the evening all about?

It’s about the Scarcity of Water, the Dilemmas of Racism, the Dignity of Women, the Struggles with Aging … and it’s about Love – and its potential to heal these problems and more.  And it’s all communicated through the power of music and song.

It’s a new and groundbreaking idea.  It melds the power of Internet technology with live theater and music in a way that’s really never been done before.  So this summer we’ll be developing this idea in a pilot production and webcasting it to the world with the confidence that “Seeing is believing.

We’re writing to you as potential “early believers.” Our RocketHub funding campaign brought us to this point and provided monies for casting, staffing, music preparation and start up costs. We’re now poised, cast and ready to go into rehearsal after five years of careful experimentation and preparation.  Now, we turn to you — our friends, families and followers — for your financial support.  As an “early believer,” you will give light to this project.”

Want to learn more?

Follow these links:

Donor Levels

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/IAL_Donor_Levels.pdf

Visit the web page:

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/is-anybody-listening/

Listen and Watch:

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/is-anybody-listening/listen-and-watch/

Imagine Your Own Customized Concert Webcasts

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/is-anybody-listening/listen-and-watch/#just-imagine

Donate Now:

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/is-anybody-listening/donate-now/

Thank you for joining us and being part of this inspiring journey!

With love and appreciation to each of you,

Peter Link

Casting In New York

March 24th, 2016

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For over thirty years I taught the Auditioning course at The Neighborhood Playhouse School Of The Theater here in NYC. At last count I have sat through over 20,000 auditions during my lifetime in show biz. That’s a lot of awkward moments and a few incredible ones.

Auditioning is an art of its own and very few people ever really get it down. First of all it comes replete with nerves. Normally when an entertainer finishes their moment it is met with applause. That’s the culture. But in an audition, when one is finished, it is only natural to be met with a number of critical eyes and at best, silence.

Even the very talented are very fortunate to be “accepted” one out of ten tries. Failure to get the job is the norm for even the best of talents. It’s a tough world.Casting Call 2

Sitting on the other side of the table, as I have done so for over 40 years, has been exciting, tough, boring, awkward and sometimes even painful, and I could regale you for hours with story after story of fascinating moments of human failure and success.

As much as I’ve done it, it never ceases to stimulate the old juices in me to yet again go down that road. Last week was no exception.

On Thursday I saw over 40 singers audition for 4 roles in Is Anybody Listening – Concert Theater and Webcast at the Sheen Center rehearsal rooms in NYC. This was not an open call where anybody could come in if they were patient enough to wait in line all day, but rather a call through a casting director who scheduled top talent through their New York agents..

Still, each singer had only 5-minutes time allotted them to come in, do their thing and knock us out.

Once again I was amazed at the energy of these special creatures – the Broadway kids, the recording artists, the studio singers, the church singers. They sang their 32 bars of an up tempo tune and (in some cases) another 32 bars of a ballad and we had a few words and then they were gone – back out into the streets, and on with their lives.

We called back the cream of the crop, about 15 of them, the following day and spent about 15 minutes with each working with them and finding out more about their vocal instrument, their acting ability within a song, their true sense of pitch, their innate sense of rhythm, their stage personalities, their charisma, their dedication, their ability to handle the curve ball, their ability to take direction, their vocal range, and probably most important, their ability to focus under fire and their grace at being a joy to work with.

audition-1024x768-300x225A lot to gather in 15 minutes, but hey, I’ve been doing this for 40 years, so repetition teaches one to watch for certain things very carefully in order to make the right judgment in the end.

My overall rule is this: The audition is a microcosm of the entire experience you will have with the talent. So if they’re 10 minutes late to the audition, you’ll end up firing them in rehearsal for being late all the time. If they’re a little bit pitchy in the audition, you’ll end up firing them at some point for singing off key. If they treat the pianist improperly because they’re nervous, they’ll make enemies in the cast. And if their nerves affect them a lot in the audition, then how good will they really be opening night when everything really counts in front of the NY critics?

Another thing I often do during callbacks is to, in some way in the course of the experience, throw them a curve. They say in baseball, “You’ll never make it to the majors if you can’t hit the curve ball.” The same holds true for show biz. Everyone is always trying to be on his or her best behavior in an audition. It’s only natural to want to put your best foot forward. But I want to find out how you’re going to act three weeks into rehearsal when everyone’s struggling to learn the lyrics, remember the choreography, sing the right part and absorb the daily changes constantly thrown at them.

So I throw a few curveballs – just to see how they might handle the unexpected.

In the end, after the last note has been sung and the holding room has cleared, we, the staff, sit around the table, spread their pictures out on the table before us and talk each person down with all our thoughts about how good they were, how graceful they were, and essentially if they were the right type for our show. There’s always someone who just knocks our socks off, but just doesn’t fit the type. These, for me, are the toughest to turn down because, well … I just love talent! When that person can really bring it, I don’t have to even think. The chills that run up and down my spine when they’re singing tell the tale. So after they do so well and prove themselves so solidly, it’s really tough to turn them down just because they might not “look” the part.

On those two days of casting, seeing 60-100 performances, we were very fortunate to have at least 20 chill moments. NYC is always full of exceptional talent. The streets just ooze with it. And I must say that those two days were better than a Broadway show! The talent is just amazing.

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Richard Rodgers, Irving Berlin & Oscar Hammerstein Casting

In the end we hired two. We’re still considering one of the others but waiting to decide based on a whole slew of things.

But the two we hired brought tears to my eyes and hope to my heart. The tears were tears of joy at the talent that poured from them. And I just keep thinking, “Wow! I get to work with them! I get to have them in my show.”

Now if we can just raise the rest of the money …

But that’s another story.

Healing The Digital World — Part 2

March 9th, 2016

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Just last week, the day before an extremely important session that I had been preparing for weeks, while working, I went to instantiate (to apply or add) an additional virtual instrument to a song that I would be showing the next day to the producer of my new show. Not only would the computer not add the track, but also it told me that I was not even authorized to use the software that would create the instrument of choice.

This had never happened to me. I had worked with this particular software for many years, had authorized (registered) it long ago when I bought it and had upgraded it religiously through the years.

I went to another track whose instrument also came from the same company, an instrument that had been playing just fine only a moment ago, and it would suddenly not play either. I went to its source and was also told again that now I was not authorized to use this instrument either.

So I tried to re-authorize the software with the company, but there were no codes that should have been supplied by the company on line to start the process. On top of it all, it was Saturday and there was no one in tech services at the company. In fact, the company was closed for the weekend and my show and tell was Sunday, the next day.

And on top of that, as I began checking through the four major new songs that I was to play for the producer the next day, I found that a total of 35 instruments, all coming from the same company, would not play and were no longer authorized.

I was sunk. Yes, “sunk.” Panicked, doubtful and confused. And then of course ‘lack of time’ stepped in and made things worse.

I was heartbroken. I had been looking forward to getting this producer on board and excited about my work for weeks and now I would have to cancel.

Then, as I began to work through each of the songs I began to hear other problems as well. It actually seemed as if things were getting worse with each playing of a song.

I went to my back-up hard drive and things weren’t as bad there with the four songs, but as I played through them I could tell that they too were beginning to break down and fall apart.

Now I was in jeopardy of losing the entire songs – all my work over the course of the last several months.

As the problems progressed rapidly, I began to wonder if I had a virus.

The word “virus” stopped me in my tracks. It was the height of my fear and yet it was the word that got me to stop and take a mental stand against disease.

I knew that if I were able to pray for the healing of my body, that since my body and my computer was made of the same stuff, (matter) then why would I not be able to heal my computer and its mental problems as well.

I worked to see and understand that all physical problem manifestations were mental and so I worked on realizing that I didn’t need to heal a computer, some steel parts, some software or digital numbers, etc., but rather I needed to heal the thoughts that resulted in these seeming problems.

So I went to work on the subjects of time, of panic, of stress, of confusion and of divine order.

What that prayer did for me first was to calm me down and put a much higher intelligence in control instead of a fear based consciousness. I took a break and calmed down my rushing thoughts. I reorganized the hours left before my meeting. Saturday evening I went back into the studio and calmly figured out several workarounds that would enable me to play the music for the producer.

The prayer that I worked with was that what I was doing was a right idea that would only benefit all of mankind. That there was nothing in the concept or the way in which I was going about the creation of this concept that was false or ego based or in any way might hurt others. I worked to see the project as a grand and noble idea and that could only result in positive and inspirational communication.

Focusing on this more grand idea calmed my thought and for the first time in many hours I was able to think “straight.” Solutions began to pour through my thought and I calmly implemented them into the rest of the evening so that by the end of the evening, I felt ready for the meeting and was joyously anticipating the sharing of my work. My “workarounds” would get me through the coming session.

After church on Sunday morning I met my producer and together we had a 5-hour meeting in my studio of show and tell and solid work without a single technical interruption or glitch.

By the time I put him on the train at the end of the afternoon, I felt nothing but gratitude for the way the day had turned out. Driving home from the train station I was giddy with gratitude for the way things had gone – especially in the wake of the last 24 hours.

When I got home, I expressed this gratitude deeply (another form of prayer) to Julia, my wife. She too had been working mentally for the right atmosphere for the day. I went downstairs to my studio to shut the room down for the day still filled with the spirit of positive completion, but already preparing my thought to start fixing things first thing Monday.

I knew I had my work cut out for me because I really did not know what had gone wrong in the first place to cause all the trouble or how to go about fixing it.

The suggestion came to me to clean the mental atmosphere of my studio once more before I shut things down. I’ll have to admit that there was still the fear that I was not up to the solving of all the problems that I had to work around. They, in my mind, still existed and remained to be fixed, but I knew that at least on Monday, I might be able to reach tech services at the company and get some help.

Though I had only slept several hours the previous night I then put in 5 more hours of calm and clear cleaning of computer, hard drives, software and song set-ups in a concentrated and organized fashion. The work was focused and governed by intelligence. I was surprised by my energies after so long a day.

I did not address the particular problems per se because never did the authorization warnings come up. Never did I have a single problem from the day before that had befuddled me. All the problems that had caused me to fear had disappeared. I simply did what I call “spring cleaning” to my equipment and software.

By the time I went to bed that Sunday evening everything had be totally restored and all errors reduced to their native nothingness. In fact I grew to understand that the problems had been healed before I began my work that evening.

So did I heal my computer? Yes and no. What I healed was the mental atmosphere around it. The healing of that atmosphere resulted in a digital representation of that atmosphere – simply a studio that worked the way it had always been intended to work.

It was the calming of thought that was the essence of this healing. I marvel at the demonstration and joy at its efficacy.

On Monday, a day that I had anticipated as a brutal and frustrating day only 24 hours ago, I spent 15 glorious minutes running a series of perfect tests on my system. All things back to normal. I then went on with the rest of my life – calmly, gratefully and on schedule.

I have to say that I have no idea what went wrong and also that I do not have any idea what I did physically to “fix” the particular and various problems that occurred on Saturday. With a change of my thought, they had just disappeared.

I don’t see this as a miracle, though others might. I see this as the natural result of a change of consciousness. Essentially I had emptied my consciousness of fear-based thought and refilled it with calm intelligence. The result was that the divine order was restored and that manifested in a more perfect order throughout all things.

Therein lies the healing.

Healing The Digital World – Part 1

March 3rd, 2016

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Many of us fear computers – as well as their counterparts in the digital world. I am a very computer savvy kinda guy. I work with two different monster computers all day and evening long, every day – one in my office and another super computer in my recording studio. I’m good at it. I’ve been doing it for over 30 years.

I bought my first computer back in the early Eighties, a 128 KB “Thin Mac” that then, in the next generation, became the “Fat Mac” and had a rousing 512 KB of memory. :o)

I’ve been buying new Macs ever since.

And yet, it’s true. Sometimes even I am afraid of my computer.

Why?

Fear of the great unknown.

No matter how smart you are, there’s always something you don’t know. And it’s that ‘unknown’ that we fear.

Can I figure this out? Can I learn this new app? Is this new whamzatter way above my head? I have no one to turn to for help. I don’t know how I’ll ever do this by myself!

Sound familiar?

Technology befuddles us all, yet many of us have to deal with it every day. Its plusses are amazing, marvelous, very cool; and its minuses are frustrating and sometimes downright scary.

What we forget, when we are afraid, is that all this digital stuff — computers, software, digital appliances, the Internet — all that scary stuff … came originally from Mind. And since Mind was and is the inventor and originator of the digital world, then it is Mind that is the ultimate governor of the digital world.

So let’s start at the beginning. What is Mind? Some say Mind is God! Some say Mind is intelligence. Some, Mind is the creative source of all things. Some, higher conscious thought. I tend to agree with all the “Somes.”

One thing for sure: All great ideas start in Mind.

When we become afraid, we lose consciousness of this simple fact. We get lost in the fear, we panic, we doubt, we mistrust our own intelligence and lose track in its source in the confusion that is perpetrated by fear.

False Evidence Appearing Real

And so we come up with a lot of false evidence in our fears that even further confuse the issues.

Often “time”, or the lack thereof, then steps in to even further confuse consciousness and then, of course, we’re really sunk. Sunk. Interesting word here. “Sunk.” Not elevated, but sunk down into the mire of panic, doubt and confusion.

Most of know that the digital world is nothing more than a series of numbers placed in rows – actually just a series of zeros and ones (offs and ons) that symbolize or stand for ideas which somehow manifest, simply by their order, tools that are meant to help us in life.

Somehow we human beings came up with this idea and invented the digital world. The technology has gotten so far over our heads that only a rare few really know how it all works.

But then most of us don’t know how our cars really work, or our televisions or our electricity … or our bodies. The truth is we just trust that they do work and go on about our lives hoping they don’t break down. We do simple maintenance to keep things going smoothly, but that’s about all.

I run my own highly technical recording studio on my own. I built it, designed it, wired it and maintain it on my own because when something malfunctions, I have to fix it. I’ve learned to handle all these jobs myself because when something does go wrong, I don’t want to have to call in a technician and wait for him or her to get here and then pay them $150 an hour to get the job done.

Also, because I run my own studio now as an exclusively private studio, I’m the only one who works in it and so it is very seldom that something breaks or goes wrong because I respect it like no others ever would.

I pray for my studio. If you think that’s weird, so be it, but why not? I pray for divine order. I pray that intelligence governs the space, that all those little zeros and ones stay in their divine order and perform the ideas that they were originally meant to represent. There are billions of the numbers that go to work the moment I hit the switches that turn on my studio. If one of those billions of numbers gets misplaced, then things begin to dissolve into trouble. That concept alone is scary, so I pray to know that God’s intelligence that created the idea in the first place maintains its order and functionality.

I’m not going to trust the hardware. I’m going to trust and have faith in the intelligence. That is the creator. And the hardware, the software and all the machines simply reflect the stability of this higher intelligence, this higher Mind.

So I pray for my studio just as you might pray for your family or your state of mind or your body.

But inevitably, as so often happens in life on Planet Earth, trouble seems to raise its silly grin and try to challenge us. This happened to me just last weekend.

Stick around for the happy ending coming up in Healing The Digital World — Part 2



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