music is the language of the soul

i tell you i walked into that room and everything felt all wrong. heart beating too fast, muscles too tense, stomach all jumbly, wishing i could squirm out of my own skin. but like goethe knew, you can't run away from yourself. but room 5266 isn't just a room anymore. there is a powerful memory there that i can call up and set everything straight. the final memory before the wheels were set in motion. whether i consciously call it up or not, the same effect will happen. i will channel the music that is in my soul, my soul that i was mercifully able to empty out to get filled up again, and it got filled up by You. You, the Universe, the infinite beauty and knowledge and wisdom of the Universe. If able to stay empty, you are always able to be filled. Breathe out and let the wind blow away everything that is simply taking up space, making you miss out. You are free, you are free, you are free to be.