It happened to me on the night of September 19th, with a song called “Trial by fire”, by one of my favorite rock groups of all times, Journey. It was one of those moments that last barely a few seconds but have a profound meaning, and if you don’t evoke it again shortly, you have lost it. You lose it the same way you lose your dreams when you wake up in the morning and you don’t remember what you were dreaming, what you were thinking, that which seemed to you was born from an inspiration you never reach in the waking state. Curiously, a couple of days earlier, I had seen a documentary (quite disappointing) about lucid dreaming, and just that was being commented: a musician stated that he composed much better in his dreams than in real life. The problem is that later he would find it hard to recall the melody he had created. Well, with hypnosis or meditation is just the same: “inspiration” is short. And if you succeed transmitting something of what you saw or felt in that moment, it is going to be only a fuzzy reflection of what it was.
“Trial by fire” has always been a song that has transmitted me a lot, long before I remembered past lives. The rhythm so unusual, the feeling you perceive in Steve Perry’s trembling voice (possibly the best singer in history), that sort of restrained calm there is in the melody… It always makes me imagine a kneeling man, exhausted, who has never ceased to fight, but still finds himself facing a new trial, or a new test, and just for a second he loses all his energy and longs for everything to end. When you really want to carry on, but it is hard for you to find the strength.