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WHAT IS NOT THERE...THAT'S THERE. She saw music written upon the air. "I see..?" I said. Not really...seeing. "Oh like birds perched on telegraph wires becoming a musical score in themselves?" She shook her head as if trying to clear it of my words not understanding her. "No! Not as obvious as that!" she snapped. I stood corrected. She raised her finger like a batton. "But with...mordents and accents clefs. hold and thrills!" I tried to help her along with her explanation. "Like notation you mean key signatures and such!" "I see them in 3-D and in colour!" I could only smile unable to keep up with her. "I have only to pluck them out of the air set them singing within my being.!" I looked at the sky it did not sing to me. It spoke only of clouds becoming other than they were of weather that was to be. She hummed the sky softly to her self. I wish I could hear with her eyes.
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
WHAT IS NOT THERE...THAT'S THERE.
WHAT IS NOT THERE...THAT'S THERE. She saw music written upon the air. "I see..?" I said. Not really...seeing. "Oh like birds perched on telegraph wires becoming a musical score in themselves?" She shook her head as if trying to clear it of my words not understanding her. "No! Not as obvious as that!" she snapped. I stood corrected. She raised her finger like a batton. "But with...mordents and accents clefs. hold and thrills!" I tried to help her along with her explanation. "Like notation you mean key signatures and such!" "I see them in 3-D and in colour!" I could only smile unable to keep up with her. "I have only to pluck them out of the air set them singing within my being.!" I looked at the sky it did not sing to me. It spoke only of clouds becoming other than they were of weather that was to be. She hummed the sky softly to her self. I wish I could hear with her eyes.
"An hallucination is a strictly sensational form of consciousness , as good and true a sensation, as if there were a real object there. The object happens to be not there, that is all." Ceri only attained this ability when she survived the motorbike accident that killed her boyfriend. When she awoke a week later this"seeing music" was as natural as breathing to her. Principals of Psychology William James
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
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