Sometimes, without us even consciously realizing it, we place things into our lives that will serve as emotional support tools for later.
Kinda like that Mickey Mouse Clubhouse thing?
The mousekatools will help us later.
I talk about hidden Easter Eggs sometimes. Little scavenger hunt pieces of information that the universe hides in places.
I tend to get my messages through synchronicities that come in the form of number sequences (specifically repeating numbers), spirit animal messages or song lyrics.
The crazy part about that is that I can fall entirely in love with a song, and that same song will not have a fraction of the significance the first 500 times I hear it, and then, all of a sudden – the lyrics have context to a situation I’m in. And maybe (this is my theory, anyway), maybe those lyrics indicate to you that you’re on the right path.
Kyle introduced me to a band called Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers a long long time ago and our entire group of friends was very obsessed with this band. The first time we met up and did an in-person trip together when we did long distance in the beginning of our relationship, was to follow them around on a series of concerts – two in Virginia, one in New Jersey and one in NYC. Suffice it to say that in this entirely other lifetime it was a blast and gave me even more love for their music.
But when they came out with their album No More Beautiful World, that’s when I really fell in love with the masterful lyricist that is Roger Clyne. I’ve been listening to this album all day for some reason. I love Goon Squad, Hello New Day, Lemons, Noisy Head and Andale.
It was Andale that really caught my interest. Perhaps because in my most significant past lifetime I was a warrior. No surprise, right? Hah.
Here are the Lyrics:
Hoist your black flag, your raven’s wing
You’re brimmin’ poetry, spill it and sing it
Your sword is sharp, sugar, pull it and swing it now
Ándale!
You can wear that gag if that’s your choice
But your thoughts want wings, now give ’em a voice
Making your peace means making some noise now
Ándale!
Every crooked man, every crooked mile
Every crooked back of the rank and file
Same flood force
Same blood course
Same muddy source
As the crooked waters of the crooked Nile
And we come to plunder the day
We give all our takings away
Pulling off the veil the grass is pushing through the clay
Ándale!
There in the wake of our daily grind
Beware the black ship creeping up from behind
Let’s have a nice trip ’cause you know she’s gonna find us
Ándale!
Something there is doesn’t love a wall
Heavy thing, that cannonball
Choose to rise, don’t wait for the fall
Ándale!
For every rusty bell that rings
For calloused hands and tattered wings
The butcher, baker, candlestick maker
Of thee I sing…
Ándale!
What caught me in this song back then (I think I had just graduated college or was about to. For those of you that don’t know I was an English Literature major) wasn’t the meaning or my perceived meaning of the lyrics, it was the reference to one of my favorite Robert Frost poems, which is Mending Wall.
I wrote about this poem in a Livejournal (ha, yes I used Livejournal) entry where I was unpacking and trying to better understand my emotional walls and blocks and refusal to open my heart WAAAAY back.
The portion of the poem that resounded with me was this:
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall.
That wants it down.
I don’t remember what the ACTUAL meaning of the poem is supposed to be, in fact, I got some meh grades in college in interpreting poetry because I always wanted to give it my own meaning.
So I’ll tell you mine:
I took that poem to mean that I should expand. That I couldn’t possibly need to wall everyone out of my heart, just because there had been moments in that past that I had been hurt in relationships. It was the moment I agreed to open my heart fully.
The poem appearing in the song lyrics was an Easter egg.
And when I had Roger sign my Stetson hat at a concert in Tampa when No More Beautiful World came out, I asked him about the song lyric – and told him I appreciated the reference. And he said to me, “You need to check out the poetry of Pablo Neruda” and he wrote the name on my cowboy hat. I still have it. (This was 12 years ago at minimum)
As it happens, the poems and quotes from the poems of Pablo Neruda have been popping up in my Pinterest and Instagram feed. More Eggs to uncover.
But even just in re-listening to Andale in this moment, I find another message to get on it – to move forward with my mission and great purpose in this life:
You can wear that gag if that’s your choice
But your thoughts want wings, now give ’em a voice
Making your peace means making some noise now
Ándale!
I cannot be caged up.
I just can’t.
My words, my self, my soul need to sing. Well, write.
I have to shine. And in order to do that I must be free. And I must live and I must love and I must do everything to grow into the self that I’m becoming.
There are so many other examples and instances when the lyrics of a song played randomly have resounded very powerfully with me.
In the world of spirituality, we sometimes leave ourselves little tools.
Sometimes you hide your own Easter Eggs.
And there are guides on the way that help provide the shell.
Music is magic.
But ultimately, YOU are magic.
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