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Are the mids the music’s heart?

I had this thought when I considered the strong mids that music has and had in times and areas that ‘have heart’. Look at where and when you find music that very much focuses on anything but mids. Powerfull bass, aggessive highs. Electronic music, often. Electronic being more based on machines, logic, technology. All digital. Zero and one.
And I thought how this could match the visual scale of frequencies and thus also relate to the chakra model. The heart is in the middle. Its color is green. Green is the color of that powerful, defining part of nature, the ego-less sun-drinking plant life, and it doesn’t seem to be very popular if I look at trends like car paint colors and such. All kinds of strife to focus on other phenomena, as long as it avoids the heart.
In music, you could say the mids are unspectacular. They even don’t work if you intensify them a lot. They are like the epitome of boredom. But without them, something is missing. Maybe not to the mind, but to the heart. They are not the show-stealer, but the crucial support to make it well-rounded. The slow, deep breath.
You can see how frequency always matches a spiritual state. Powerful bass puts emphasis on the primal, the foundation of life, the power from below, felt with the whole body. Powerful highs are all about the mind, perceived with the ears only, and only if that chakra is healthy.
You could say the heart is the most elusive force. Naturally, since its domain cannot be fathomed by the mind. But the mind can allow it to be, or not to, and that might not be the ideal situation.

I won’t make a refined essay out of this. Use it as food for meditation if you like.

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Rainbows are life writing poetry

The Light … beautiful white light. It contains everything. But it also represents the, as the mind might say, boredom of true enlightenment. Nothing spectacular there. Just serenity. Purity. Spotless.

A rainbow gives us a peek into the inner workings. It enables the mind to perceive all the ingredients in that white light by separating them. It induces bliss and amazement by showing the mind all there is that it normally is not aware of since it is used to seeing it all mashed together, perceiving only the end product.

And when do we get this opportunity?

Not when everything is fine. Naturally.

But when on a rainy day, the Light clashes with the grim setting, does not allow it to have the stage to itself. When a ray of hope breaks through in dark times.

The contrast makes us see.

I consider it of profound meaning in connection to this that psychedelic experiences tend to come with perceptions of the rainbow colors.
They make us aware of the full spectrum; of maybe the light at first, but other things later. Time. Space. Experiences. Possibilities.