“Long live, the king is gone
Dark nights, an empty dawn
Where now do I belong – without him?“
These lines were running through my head and being sung operatically by a huge crowd and by one man in particular (who had an excellent baritone voice) as I awoke from a dream this morning.
My Aesic practices, my practice of Theurgy, and of Raja Yoga, my Psikonic exercises, all have had a very good effect upon my both my dreams and my overall creativity. My dreams especially have again become quite detailed and numinous.
Anyway, although the dream was actually about a king I couldn’t help but feel that both in the dream and out of it (on waking) that the song was a metaphor for Christ.
This shall make the beginning of a very good choral section for one of the scenes of the libretto I am writing for one of my operas.
By the way I have this particular opera (the one below) by Purcell in my personal music library. I quite like it, especially given it’s age and the time period of its composition.
The vocals and music in my dream were quite different and far darker, stronger, and more melancholy, but still it made me think of it.