The Name of My Soul

Do souls have names? Sort of. I'll share mine.

This is the name of my soul. E at 329.63 Hz. This is E4 on the piano. No wonder I love the song "Day One" from Interstellar. E4 is the backbone note throughout that entire song, beating like a heartbeat.

The Tibetan singing bowl I felt inspired to get last year contains this note, though if I use a tuner, it is also middle B and C. When I strike the bowl, I get middle B. But I can hear the E4 note when I make it sing. Like all the notes harmonize together to create a harmonic E4-ish sound.

How did I find this out?

When I was 13 on Earth, I had a very intense dream. In the dream, I was following a girl with long black hair and green eyes. She was wearing a white tunic-dress of the sort girls would wear in the 1700s. We were the same age, and we went up to my parents' room. Where there was normally an accent chair, was a desk belonging to my father (not sure which father, Earth or Taygetan). Behind the desk was a trap door set into the floor. The girl opened the door, looked back at me and motioned me to follow. I followed. I came out out of a wall (so I went down and came out sideways) and entered into this magnificent hall. The girl disappeared.

The hall was dimly lit by a soft grayish light and out into infinity were pillars of a soft powder blue color. These pillars all were shaped like trees, complete with roots on the floor and branches up into the ceiling. When I looked up, I couldn't see the ceiling, just a dim shadowy expanse that wasn't defined. But up in the branches of these pillars were leaves made of golden light that were creating all the light in the space. And everywhere, through every fiber of my being, I heard and felt E4 humming.

The space felt incredibly holy. Very sacred. As if I had entered into a realm that only I could go to. A place that was just for me and no one else could ever go there.

I ended up walking out of that hall through a door on the opposite side, and entered into another dream filled with giant glowing blue mushrooms and goblins. Maybe some life as a fairy being. But that was not nearly as important as that hall of pillars.

I remember when I woke up, I said, "It's like it was being hummed by musical bees." And I sat and worked to hum the note just right. That was the impression. That musical bees were humming this perfect E4 note. (Mari, that you said my energy felt like a mass of bees gently hugging you made my jaw drop at the time. Because of this very dream and my interpretation of the sound in that space.)

So, there you have it. That hum you feel when my energy is enveloping you is the name of my soul emanating from my energy. The name is a singular note.

Which is what I am also. When I'm not being a bunch of particles, I am sine waves at 329.63 Hz. Which visually expresses as "powder blue" light.

Pretty neat!

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

--Kyriel