The Sound of Heaven
~~Life, like some puzzles, comes together one piece at a time. Sometimes like other puzzles, it forms, a few pieces over time(s).
I had seen His death and gotten His brain, it was just a matter of time that I would want to be there for the beginning of His Life.
In 1969 when I was fourteen, I won an honorable mention in a science fair for a project I called a “Big Ear”…a listening device that was made from a parabolic snow sled and an amplified microphone. I could hear conversations taking place from 500 feet away. While testing the thing I somehow picked up a radio signal: two guys talking on ham radios; not a two-people face to face conversation, but an actual radio transmission. I realized that the sled dish had become a giant antenna. In 2009, forty years later there was a hand-held version of the project called “Spy Ear”, a toy that would be available for kids who wanted to be spies.
I slowly made my way up the hill overlooking the birthplace. I moved towards the structure with the sled on my back, the microphone dangling against the shield. . The small portable amp was heavy for its size due to the battery pack, and I had struggled not to drop it as I piggy-backed it up the Hill.
I picked a spot and placed the parabolic down and pointed it upwards. This time it would be the sound. Not the visuals the Kirilian had given me a few months…years(?)…centuries ago at the crucifixion. No pictures this time.
I wasn’t sure if all the electronics would survive the worm hole, but the Kirilian equipment had made it through, so I figured what the heck.
I felt my body break into a sweat and the moisture just accentuated the cold as a wind blew over the hill and chilled my bones. I looked up at The star and picked up the head phones. What would it be like I wondered…just what would I hear?
When I was eight in 1964, I built my first crystal radio; a diode, earphone and a small coil of wire used as a tuner. I remember the flood of sound that filled the earphones as I listened to my first home built radio. The world of the unseen opened up to me in all its glorious AM and FM transmissions. The diode was eventually replaced by a safety pin, and a copper penny and the coil got more sophisticated as I experimented with multiple windings to pick up more signals. I eventually replaced the earphones with more sensitive headphones so I could hear the subtleties of the sounds.
I placed the phones down by the sled and dug deep into the coat pockets for the radio parts. I placed my hand around the coil and slowly pulled it out. I set it down into the bowl of the sled and then took out the copper penny, safety pin and rusty razor blade. I put the pin's head on the penny and I connected them to the rusty blade by the threads of wire and then set the mike in place. The chrome head faced the shield and I pointed it upwards and set it on a slant. I stood back and looked at it. Perfect. My 8th Grade science Project still had the “Honorable Mention” ribbon hanging from it.
( Hertz would not transmit for another 1900 years, so would I hear anything at all? But then again what I was listening for had nothing to do with radio waves. A wave of doubt hit me; was this going to be a waste of time? Was this a big mistake, a pipe dream based on some very bad guesses? Would I hear anything at all? The doubt faded and something inside me with the feeling of a whoosh, was saying “yes.”)
I looked up at The star again, and then closed my eyes. I placed my hand over my heart and I could feel it beating out of my chest and took a long in- breath. I breathed out slowly and opened my eyes. I knelt down and flipped on the amp switch. The power light came on and I picked up the head-phones, plugged them into the amp’s output and put them over my ears. I pushed the “on” button on the microphone and turned up the volume on the amplifier slowly. At first there was nothing, then a low hum and a hiss “sssssssss” through the headphones.
There were two distinct movements of sound. The first one was His first baby cry. It was a whimper against the silent night but it was distinct; the first sound breathed out by the Word. The birth cry echoed and died and silence returned. But then... an explosion of sound came through my headphones: a symphony of richness: voices, and music came in a rush of multi-sounds; a jumble of audio chaos. But then it settled, and I began to hear sounds that were familiar; Gregorian Chants, the Santus..the one, four and five chord progressions of Praise....
Then I heard choir voices, powerful and strong, deep, rich, and multi-leveled; base, tenors, altos and sopranos singing chords and I detected whispers of Leonard Cohen's "the forth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift" …then harps, violins, strings, trumpets, woodwins and drums...floating…harmonizing around a single familiar theme of praise.
And suddenly I was uplifted…not only in heart and mind but in body too. And with a physical whoosh I am flying ...carried by the Heavenly sounds, drawn like a moth to a flame into the manger. There He is. I hang, floating like an angel suspended by the music. And as I look upon Him, the celestial voices wash over me in an ocean of beautiful, glorious sound, echoing one word of praise: Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah….
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 17.12.2013.