Inspired Divine Frequency

Today many see the existence of music as purely for entertainment. However, if we were to take a beat and think beyond our immediate history, but rather the history of the world or better yet the universe, we find that music’s origin story is a sacred one. In the Hindu religion that a one syllable word and tone, Aum (Om), resonates at the same 432Hz frequency as the universe and all of nature. And that that sound was present at the dawn of creation. The Greek philosopher and mathematician Pythagoras also believed that creation began with sound. He referred to it as “Musica Universalis”, meaning universal music. The Bible and the Torah both speak of creation being sung into existence in some form or another. The musical scale that we are so familiar with today was essentially created by a Gregorian monk for chanting Psalms. All around the world and across many cultures and their respective mythologies and religions, sound and music are revered as a means for communing with God, Gods, Deities, our planet, spirits, elements, and celestial bodies.

As a creator of music, I have often wondered why some pieces feel divinely inspired while others feel forcibly pulled and coaxed into being. The process is either euphoric or taxing. The taxing work more often than not is upon request with formulaic requirements and deadlines. There is very little to no emotion behind the requests, just a desire to achieve a technically well composed piece of music, lyrics, and vocal performance. Again, it is very formulaic. However, when the work is inspired, it flows. Sometimes it flows like cool crystal-clear water cascading over the rocks of a calm river or a babbling brook. You just sit with it and feel the work comfortably come through.  Other times it roars in like the sea during a hurricane with melodies, harmonies and words crashing into your consciousness while you sleep only calming when you surrender, get out of bed to grab a pen and something to record with, and create what the waves ask of you. Whether the pieces come through serenely or intensely, the finished work always feels like it was meant to be. In my experiences those pieces also tend to connect with more people and in much deeper ways. In other words. the projects that hit for me on a global level came to me of their own free will; no coaxing or stressing or writers block or dead ear to finding the hidden top-line and accompanying vocal arrangements. There was consciousness at play, perhaps all mine, perhaps not. But that’s another discussion involving the concept of having a soul and a higher self. What I want to do here is open the door to the space where we ask the question: Is sound and music at its core divine?

It would take a graduate school level thesis chock full of words like Solfeggio frequencies, Hertz, resonance, cymatics, limbic and endocrine systems, mathematical, etc., plus pages of citations and references, for me to go into all of the science, history, and mythology behind why some people feel that music is divine as well as why many think it is just science. I’m not here to do that, nor am I qualified to do so as I am still seeking answers, forming new questions and learning as I go. I can only convey what I feel and believe on the matter. Based on my personal and professional experiences as a Vocalist and Songwriter, I think that inspired work is truly rooted in the divine. As a creator who has felt compelled to create certain works at times, I see it as being given a task and completing it while being led by the part of ourselves that is tethered to the universe and all around us. Over the years I have come to know that many of my peers have had similar experiences and feel as I do about it. We agree that the connection is why that work tends to cut through the noise and resonate with others in very real and personal ways. It’s more than natural talent and technical skill. As silly as it sounds, it’s your vibe! Literally and figuratively your overall vibe and energy, the frequency you were vibrating on when you created the work.

A simple and proven scientific fact is this; we are all in constant vibration, emitting our own frequencies. According to the National Center for Biotechnology Information (https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/), the overall range of human resonant frequencies is 9-16 Hz. There’s a lot of fancy math that gets more into it. But that’s the average range of a human being’s natural frequency. Knowing that I ask, is it implausible that some of us would be in sync? And more than that; if those of us who are in sync are so because we are in sync with a greater vibration, perhaps the one that sang us into creation? The same vibration found in nature. The frequency of Earth itself is ever present all around us and goes right through us. Granted, we vibrate at considerably lower frequencies than the planet. But the fact that we exist speaks to our vibrational compatibility with our planet. Kind of like playing chords, the notes can be several keys apart and make a sound that works. Vocal harmony is a prime example of this sort of compatibility as well. In this instance I’m saying some of us are synched up and tuned in more acutely than others. For some by design, and others by desire, discipline, and meditation. I’d like to believe one day we all will be.  Keep in mind, I still cry when I see that old Coca-Cola advertisement with the hippies on a mountain in Switzerland singing “I’d like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony…”. I’m a cynical dreamer, but I dream big, and I do hope we can all sync up one day because the lack of harmony in the world seems unrelenting at times. Discord everywhere. See what I did there? Music is so much a part of our lives that linguistically, musical references are embedded into our language to describe the universal themes of peace and chaos.

Although we as humans are, and have always been, in a constant dance with music and sound almost as if it’s a part of us, something is off these days. I may want to sync up with others, you may want to do so as well. But it would seem that we can’t reach one another in quite the same way we used to. Today we live in a world where we are constantly being bombarded by more frequencies than ever before in human history! We are literally unconsciously, subconsciously slogging through a thick soup of transmissions of everything from news… social media…air traffic control…smart house devices … audio and video surveillance…traffic signals…cellular phones… miscellaneous streaming TV and movies, and music transmitting in the air 24/7.  And what’s more than that, we are now codependently tethered by way of the Wi-Fi umbilicus to our many electronic devices as we need them to decipher and consume and engage with all of it at any given time.  How do we still find, hear, and feel that one right frequency in the midst of it all?  For many of us we just do. Which is why now more than ever before, I believe that when you hear something that lifts your spirit or feels healing in some way, in the purest sense it’s because it was created on the right frequency. 

I believe that creators of works that heal, comfort, inspire, express the truest forms of love, passion, and compassion, are divinely assigned to create that music to get through the cluttered broadcast soup for people to connect with it. I also believe that is why there is a movement of those who feel driven to create music that vibes on a higher level to take more control over what we cast out sonically via sound waves into the atmosphere. We know and respect that music’s genesis was sacred. Today it’s easy to forget that as it has become overwhelmingly commercial and monetized to entertain, or even numb people to the harsh bits of reality that we are also bombarded with in that aforementioned soup of transmissions and daily life. However, there are still many of us creators of music who know that somewhere in the mix we must keep some lines open for that which connects us all to “the all” around us so that we don’t lose ourselves. It’s inherent for us to desire synchronicity and connection, it’s a part of our make-up. Much like how the solar system moves as it always has, like a perfectly calibrated and choreographed example of how things should be. Which is why I really appreciate Pythagoras’ Musica Universalis, also referenced as, Harmony of the Spheres. The spheres being all of the bits in our solar system. There is balance, order, and calm in that. There is also sound, and music ascribed to that. 

This piece clearly isn’t about solving the mysteries of music and sound. This isn’t supposed to make anyone feel poorly or intellectually superior about their listening choices or how they create music. I just want you to think on this for a moment. Whether you find this to be mere fodder, or heavy food for thought, I just want people to think. As a creator of music and devotee of words, music, and sound, I rather like the idea of starting a conversation for others that may take them on a journey of thought exploration that they hadn’t considered going on before. If nothing else, I hope you take a moment to ponder a question about the universe in general. As for this moment, no matter if you are a pure science person or a spiritual or religious one, we all know what sound is.

Think of a bell, such a simple instrument and simple sound capable of many tones and decibels. A loud strong bell breaking a still quiet space can startle. A soft gentle bell can awaken or signal something pleasant. It’s so basic, and we all understand it. We also know what music is. The assemblage of sound, musical notes in an order that some compose with no idea of its mathematical relevance just that the collection of notes in a particular order is pleasing to the ear. Yet, that same collection of sound, that music, can alter one’s mood negatively or positively. It can be evocative of memories, sensations, and emotions so deep that one can experience feelings of ecstasy, catharsis or pure bliss!  We know that even when people can’t understand the language of a song lyric that they can understand the feeling imbued into the composition or vocal performance of that same song. And we know that sound was here before we were. Knowing those things is more than enough for me to continue to listen deeply while asking more questions. So, I guess I’m posing a challenge here. I challenge you to take a moment, think of a song that has always moved you in a good way. Sit with it and ask yourself what is it about that song that does it for you? See what you come up with! If you create music, ask yourself the same thing. Except for you, it’s why did you feel that song needed to be brought forth into existence? 

I leave you with this; many moons ago back in college for my Philosophy class term paper, I theorized that God was an author and wrote the story of us in many languages with variations on certain themes so that one day we would all realize we were one. That all our stories were the same, just different languages. Clearly I’m oversimplifying what I wrote back then. I will say this, it was good, and I got an “A” for it! I was very young, and that was many years ago. Today I think I rather prefer the notion that all of creation was composed and sung into existence with mighty intention, and it all flowed into being. Now, our job is to all get on the same note and harmoniously continue to the composition and sing it together. And yes, I really would like to buy the world a Coke!

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Jannae Jordan

I am a Writer and a Songwriter first and foremost, then a Singer and Producer. For me the magic is in the words. Words are powerful things! My song lyrics are always inspired whether I’m a hired gun on deck to find the words to tell someone else’s personal story, or the featured vocalist and lyricist. The work is always personal on some level. Every word, melody and arrangement comes from a profoundly genuine place in my core. I love what I do!

LOOK REY LOOK

Look Rey Look, don’t be greedy
Yah, don’t chase money
Hey, money can ditch you
You know, money comes and goes ǁ

Look O Look, you avoid doll-drums
Yeah, you have good mouth piece
Try get Peace of Mind, try and Try
Hey, lest, you’re smashed ǁ

Thy, Life to run on life tracks
Look Rey Look, you’re engine driver
O See, all bogies your kith and kin
Hey, don’t drive engine like goods ǁ

A lovely image indicates the lovely mind
A lovely mind indicates the lovely feeling
A lovely feeling is for a lovely talk
A lovely talk is the result of a lovely friend ǁ

A nice moment is the result of a good mind wave-length
A lovely thought is the result of a good study
A hard work study indicates the nice behaviour
Behavioural attitudes are the combination of personality-cult ǁ

Look Rey Look, Birth and Death common
Hey, Try become legend, Try and Try
Your deeds show the path
Legends always simple and simple ǁ

Thy, Life to run on life tracks ǁ
Look Rey Look, Birth and Death common ǁ

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Email: mrkndyl@gmail.com +91-9951038802 Hyderabad, India

Rave art is appealing and mind boggling which totally compliments the sound and visuals of rave. Each flyer was an invite to the next rave, with a phone number listed on the back to get more details.

On the night of the event, you would call the voicemail which leads you to a map point where you then get actual directions to the rave itself. In order to locate the next party, you would need to keep collecting more flyers or find out by word of mouth.

Over the years I held on to these flyers, reminiscing on such an incredible time in Rave history. I’m sharing with you some of my favorite Midwest flyers that embody the word ‘electronica’ and what that means to me via rave art.

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To see more in person, the largest Midwest Rave Flyer Exhibit will be displayed @ Q-Studios in Chicago as part of Viva Acid! on October 5-7, 2023 from 5pm-10pm each day with free entrance.

Address: 2328 N. Milwaukee Ave, Floor 3, Chicago, IL 60647

Full event details available at vivaacid.com:

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NOTE: The “Blessings” flyer was created by legendary rave Artist/DJ Phil Free Art (RIP). Learn more about Phil in this 5 Magazine article.

On August 21, when the world prepared to witness the global event of the total solar eclipse, three friends, a brunette musicophile, the skateboarder dude and their retro observer, waited together on a brightly lit petrol station. When an incredulous series of supernatural events began to occur, the stranded telekinetic blonde shows up.

# The Eclipse Talker

— (2, 600 word count)

A skateboard rested on the ground, with a retro portable music player sat on top.

With a yellow mixtape cassette visible inside.

Unplayed.

A nostalgic ode to gated reverb of the 80’s that infiltrated music, films and TV in recent times, especially with Netflix’s #StrangerThings.

The screen glare shuffled between colours like a chameleon, as the musicophile brunette was distracted by her iPhone.

Either she switched between YouTube or Twitter.

Millions around the world came together to stare up at the sky to witness the global event of the first solar eclipse since 99 years in the history of US. Also marked the first such event in the smartphone and social media era in America.

A trending craze on twitter.

Any news on #Trump, was set on the Snooze button, metaphorically speaking, (but that button was indeed an update addition to the #Quartz app).

She wasn’t alone.

Two male friends were present with her.

The skateboarder dude with the Beats Wireless on-ear headphones on, currently absorbed by #Oxenfree—a supernatural teen thriller—on his iPhone, owned that skateboard.

And the observer, who shared a keen interest for the 80’s era and preferred to be more of a practical, how-stuff-works kind of individual, since he first put a set of Lego pieces together as a little child. Observation in order to understand anything, was essential.

The music player had belonged to him.

They were positioned in the centre of a brightly lit petrol station. The night pitch black, with the inclusion of tiny strobes of stars that twinkled in the darkness.

Herself and the skateboarder carried 3D-style eclipse glasses, whereas, their observer friend instead had prepared to witness the eclipse with an eclipse box. The old school way.

Experience a moment when just like the Denverites—Denver Public School students—who had a keen interest in the astronomical phenomenon took a guarded look at the sun in a partial, 88 percent eclipse in 1979. As a scientific classroom project. Saw the eclipse from the vantage point of the playground. Many youngsters made viewing boxes to watch the eclipse by projection.

A specific playlist on Spotify streamed through the Airpods. The brunette’s ears and brain synchronised the rhythm of the music. The cerebellum, mirror neurones stimulated in a trance. But as she read through tweets, the music phase out eventually.

Strangely, once the Spotify app was swiped away, she had been experiencing what can be termed as;

“Musical imagery repetition”

“Involuntary musical imagery”,

Or “**stuck song syndrome**”.

An earworm phenomenon, snippets of a catchy song inexplicably played like a broken record in your brain, even after it was no longer playing.

The brain had a strange way of doing this, either the vocals or the instrumental version of the song hummed in your thoughts.

In the virtual world of Oxenfree, Alex began the game on Edwards Island with her group of friends. Armed with a portable radio which when tuned caused her to communicate with mysterious spectres.

Just as her observer friend turned the dial back and forth in-game, the radio signals sinisterly turned to red with eerie sounds, about to unwittingly open a ghostly rift.

His iPhone switched off abruptly to a black screen.

His brows twitched as he blinked, startled.

Instant assumption, possibly his finger tapped against the on/off button on the side whilst he had been absorbed by the game’s atmospheric nature.

He tapped the button a few times.

The iPhone was unresponsive.

He heard in the distance his brunette friend announce, “My iPhone just switched off?…” Her voice almost faded away.

She tapped at the power button repeatedly, but the iPhone didn’t start up.

Like a power grid wiped out by a power surge.

Just as the following words left his lips and faded away, he spotted the small wheel of his skateboard bend and swell outwards, “Mine too…”

The port that held the cassette pushed outwards, ejected.

The dude’s eyes jumped at the sight of this and then back at the wheel, which didn’t snap off, but just fell away. The portable music player came crashing down. What held the wheel in place, as if, had melted.

The yellow mixtape cassette flew right out.

The brunette turned to the sound of the player fell to the ground. And spotted the skateboarder kneeled to attend to this strange occurrence.

Her brows squeezed as she carefully watched and registered that the wheel of the skateboard had broken off. But she didn’t consider it of great importance and retried to start up her iPhone.

Again, unresponsive.

In the era of smartphones and social media, when your WiFi lost connection, or in this case, your iPhone stopped functioning, the retro portable music player and a mixtape seemed convenient.

The music would keep the party going.

The skateboarder lifted the player off the ground and sat it, as he held the broken wheel in his other hand, inserted the cassette back into the player’s port, and gently pushed the lid back closed.

The observer, who had the eclipse box over his head and peeked through it like it were a telescope, had eventually registered something about the brunette’s iPhone. Before he could react, he heard a crackling sound, his sight began to shrink. As he removed the box from over his head, held it in his hands, he watched as it began to crease and squeeze inwards like a turtle crawling back into its shell.

In the similar way when #Eleven in Stranger Things crushed a Coke can with her telekinetic powers.

He called out to them quickly.

Both the brunette and the skateboarder interrupted, instantly turned towards him, with caution.

Before words, which had materialised in their thoughts and ready to roll off their tongue, dissipated in an instant.

Bulged set of eyes watched with incredulous, and registered the eclipse box crush like paper being squeezed inside a fist.

The brunette removed the wireless Airpods out of her ears slowly.

Once it had been crushed, they stood with temporary paralysis. Their skin was cold and numb, but they felt nothing. Their mind had been diverted away, towards the crushed eclipse box. Curiosity, trepidation and disbelief flashed in their wide and alerted eyes.

Out of involuntary curiosity, the brunette raised her eclipse glasses and saw that the lens of them had melted away.

She managed to speak as she formed one word after the next.

“What is going on here?…”

She turned first towards the skateboarder and then towards the observer, their eyes twinkled in bafflement also as they stood speechless.

Her head steered as she set her eyes on the crushed eclipse box.

Abruptly, they were interrupted as their hearts jumped with a pang just as the cassette in the player, began to play.

The lights of fluorescence that kept the petrol station well lit, changed to a purple colour light tinge just as the cassette stopped playing.

They instantly registered this, and had now, grown extremely cautious.

The Lego Star Wars Millennium Falcon which they had put together for days leading up to this day and hours of the afternoon had completed it whilst waiting for the eclipse to make an appearance, took flight silently.

Began to levitate.

The observer with the crushed eclipse box had noticed this from the corner of his eye and slowly turned towards it.

He snapped his fingers and caught their attention.

The brunette and the skateboarder witnessed the Legos Falcon afloat in the air.

And then stared with incredulous eyes as each Lego piece drifted away, space apart, disassembled by invisible ghost fingers.

Unfolded.

In such a surreal way.

Suspended in thin air like strobes of stars in microgravity.

Only for a few seconds and then the pieces came crashing down onto the ground, all at once.

Lost levitation.

As if recalibrated with Earth’s gravitational field.

The skateboarder’s Beats headphones flew right off his head with such force it seemed like a tornado wind had slapped them off.

He caught them by involuntary reflex.

Before they could react in accordance, his skateboard, still missing a wheel, began to roll gently in front of them like a helium balloon floating away. They watched as it reached the feet of an eerily startling young female—who wore an olive green jacket and possibly a face mask with blonde hair—who’s back had been facing towards them as she stood at a standing distance in front of them.

She seemed either absent-minded or just unaware of the skateboard that stopped nearby her as if possessed by an invisible force.

Possible signs of poltergeist activity.

Their sights shuffled between each other like deciding a convenient playlist to match your current mood. In this case, how to comprehend this unexpected situation.

Such eerie occurrences.

And her sudden appearance.

The recollection of what had occurred moments before them had dissipated away like clouds of smoke.

Their focus turned to the existence of the telekinetic blonde, seemed her attention had been distracted whilst she stared at the sky.

Her head raised up like a receiving antenna.

But the skateboarder seemed hesitant to walk over and grab his skateboard off the ground, especially, in her questionable proximity.

Something about her left him feeling unsettled.

The brunette’s eyes flashed with uncertainty, her sight softly rolled towards him.

Scrutinising him.

She sensed his hesitation in an instant.

Especially at the sight of the telekinetic blonde.

But both her and him were interrupted as they caught from the corner of their eyes, the observer who’s eclipse box had been crushed, reach down to the ground.

They turned towards him with caution.

He grabbed a single Lego piece of his pulled apart millennium falcon, rose to his feet, held it between his thumb and index finger. Possibly studying how this could have been possible.

Then out of the ordinary, pulled his hand back like the Lego piece was a bow and then threw it at the telekinetic blonde like an arrow.

The piece tapped against her back.

And fell to the ground.

The brunette’s eyes grew to a bulge, with incredulous.

The skateboarder threw a hesitant but hostile stare at him.

She remained unresponsive, like their iPhone.

Cautious footsteps dragged them towards her as if she were a magnet. As they drew closer towards her the skateboard which was in their path, levitated off the ground vertically, in the similar way when you flipped one side of the skateboard to catch the board by the nose.

Incredulously, the skateboarder reached out his hand and grabbed the nose.

Only until he grabbed the nose that he felt it’s weight, something had supernaturally, released it into his hand.

When the 3 of them returned their attention to the telekinetic blonde, unexpectedly she turned towards them. Sensed, their presence close by like an alerted predator in a forest.

They paused, flinching.

Her face had been cloaked by a Hilary Clinton face mask, which would have been quite convenient had it been Hallowe’en. In the wake of the Trump election that even stirred a paranoid nightmare in the opening season American Horror Story #Cult, and Trump face masks became strangely, quite popular.

She seemed a supporter of the former presidential candidate.

But their stomach churned when reminded of the movie #ThePurge when disguised intruders went on brutal killing sprees. All crime was ignored for a 12-hour time period. Legalised for one night.

What if she was one of them?…

The way in which she turned towards them also conjured up the image of John Carpenter’s masked killer Michael Myers. And Leatherface, attacked Erin and Pepper wearing Kemper’s face, in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre remake.  

Her hands were evidently, empty of any kind of weapon.

Seconds later, the Hillary mask just flew off her head like a magician pulling out a rabbit from his hat and fell to the ground.

Strands of her actual blonde hair afloat as if in microgravity, and then slowly just like the Lego pieces, recalibrated with Earth’s gravitational field.

She wore a pollution mask over her nose and mouth.

But her eyes reminded closed like some psychic searching for souls to channel.

Eerily, her eyelids twitched rapidly.

Her lips sealed.

She continued to remain unresponsive.

They watched as her hazel eyes snapped wide open and underwent metamorphosis to replicate, mimicking the solar eclipse.

The white and the pupils had dissipated to black.

The iris to white rings.

She was communicating, through a mute language.

As this happened, involuntarily their head turned towards the dark sky. A glow of incredible white light formed before their eyes. It enlarged, and beamed to form a dazzling total eclipse as two tiny strobes of light materialised on the right and left of this glow. Suspended in the air like a set of solar planets. When the larger glow began to shrink, the two tiny strobes began to fade and dissipated away.

The sight of which was ethereally so powerful and hypnotic that it seemed they had been put under a spell, without a thought of their eclipse glasses or the eclipse box, both of which had been damaged beyond use.

A spine-tingling, goosebump-inducing experience of the total eclipse was felt.

Once the eclipse had dissipated, the 3 of them had registered the telekinetic blonde’s eyes had turned to milky white and cloudy.

Before they could comprehend how this was possible, a beam of the white-purple light flood from both her eyes and tore directly at them. Vigorously. Over their faces like headlights, passing directly into their eyes.

The kind of moment you’re supposed to jump out into your seat whilst watching a horror movie, with the right sound effects.

The brunette’s brows arched as she raised her palm in front of her face, fingers spaced out as she took cover from it, but the vibrative burst of light tore through her fingers, uninvitedly inevitable.

Her iPhone fell out of her hand, the screen shattered like the drop tests uploaded on YouTube after every new iPhone released.

The skateboarder stood eyes widened as if in a state of incoming hypnosis.

Motionless.

His skateboard fell to the ground, followed by his on-ear headphones.

The sounds of the iPhone, skateboard and on-ear headphones fell mute.

His ability to shut his eyelids seemed to have been lost, as the light bleed through, uncontrollably. His stood eyes were absorbing, sucking it in like it were a nutrient.

The observer’s widened eyes trembled, his mouth fell apart with dread as the intimidating light flashed at him also.

His body shook uncontrollably.

His scream hung waiting in the cave of his throat, as he was forced to experience this frightening light.

And yet this blaze of light was infinite, overwhelming.

All this, if it were a scene from an 80’s horror movie would be intensified to heart-pounding slow motion effect. Especially the kind in a Stephen King or John Carpenter movie. The kind of vibrative blaze of light that tore through as Blake grabbed hold of the golden cross held by Father Malone in John Carpenter’s #TheFog.

Blinded, as the petrol station had seemed to have disappeared from their sights.

Their eyes saw nothing except this light.

Like it was some kind of a supernatural purging.

Their pupils dissipated as if erased away. Leaving their eyes milky white.

As the blaze of light grew violently wild, the telekinetic blonde began experiencing a dribble of nosebleed. And then, her physical self, her body turned to black smoke particles and dissipated into thin air like evaporation as if she were a ghost.

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Earthling of Earth / Gaia / Terra / Sol III, within the interstellar of The Galaxy / The Milky Way — Aamir

The advent of mobile phones has undeniably revolutionized the way we communicate and interact with the world. These miniature devices, compact enough to fit in the palm of our hands, have transformed into powerful tools that have permeated almost every aspect of our daily lives. From staying connected with loved ones to managing our work schedules and accessing the vast realms of information on the internet, mobile phones have become an indispensable part of our existence.

One of the most significant advantages of mobile phones is their ability to bridge geographical barriers and connect people from all corners of the globe. With just a few taps on the screen, we can instantly communicate with family, friends, and colleagues regardless of where they are. The ease and convenience of making voice and video calls, sending text messages, and even participating in virtual meetings have brought people closer together, fostering stronger relationships and enhancing collaboration on both personal and professional levels.

Beyond their communication capabilities, mobile phones have become multi-functional devices that cater to numerous needs. With the evolution of smart phones, we can now access a plethora of applications and services that simplify our day-to-day activities. From organizing schedules and managing finances to ordering meals and booking transportation, mobile phones have streamlined our tasks and made our lives more efficient. Additionally, they have become powerful multimedia platforms, allowing us to capture high-quality photos and videos, listen to music, watch movies, and enjoy immersive gaming experiences.

Moreover, mobile phones have not only transformed the way we consume information but also created new avenues for entertainment and self-expression. Social media platforms have become integral parts of our lives, enabling us to share our thoughts, ideas, and experiences with a global audience. The ease of access to news, articles, and educational content has cultivated a continuous learning mindset and empowered individuals to stay informed and engaged.

While mobile phones offer numerous benefits, it is essential to acknowledge the importance of responsible usage. Excessive reliance on these devices can lead to addiction, detachment from the physical world, and privacy concerns. Striking a balance between utilizing the advantages they offer and maintaining a healthy lifestyle is crucial to maximize their benefits without succumbing to their pitfalls.

In conclusion, mobile phones have revolutionized the way we communicate, work, entertain ourselves, and access information. With their ever-evolving capabilities, they continue to shape our lives and drive the progress of our interconnected world. However, it is essential to utilize these devices responsibly, recognizing their immense potential while being mindful of the potential drawbacks they may entail.

Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

A beautiful conversation is going on between father and son.  The son asked the father, "Did you have such modern technology in your time?"

"It was not as much as I see it now," said the father.

The curious boy asks again, "How did people survive without technology then?"

"At that time, farmers plowed the fields or ploughed, doctors gave first aid and letters were sent by post." 

The son said, "Haven't these all gone away with the passage of time?"

"They have gone away, but it has benefited people a lot. Earlier, you had to stand in line and send a letter by post, but now you can send it to anyone through the internet. Thanks to the use of tractors in agriculture.  The work is speeding up. Also, we are getting high yielding crops. The doctor is giving us treatments for of all the difficult diseases now easily with the new devices for diagnosing diseases."

The son asked the father again, "Well, can this modern technology never harm people?"  

"There will be no fault, because technology is only driven by human beings. The inventors have developed technology with a lot of effort and hard work. There may come a time when there will be no more technology to be invented. The youth will not work hard. So I will tell our next generation about these things. They need to be informed in advance."

"Yes, Dad, I understand, we have to use technology properly at all times."

LOVE IS OUR SONG

Love as we know it is our song 
The music fills our souls with life 
It flows with each breath in perfect pitch 
You come alive with each new verse 
For me you gave up your solo 
You sacrificed it for us as a single note 
Your title became mine and mine yours 
Burning in love forever is our anthem 
Our memories are as many as the stars 
We spend many nights in unison 
Our love will be forever heard 
Like a symphony that plays through the ages 
And I hear it each time I look in your eyes.

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Kristy Ann Raines is an American poet and author born in Oakland, California, USA. Kristy has five books which will soon be published. One anthology with a prominent poet from India,  Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai, will launch sometime in October 2023 called, “I Cross my Heart from East to West.” She has also written two fantasy books entitled, “Rings, Things and Butterfly Wings” and “Princess and The Lion”, a collection of poems in English,” Walking Without You”, a collection in French, “Little Rose Poetry”, and one in Arabic called, “Jasmine and Roses", to be released in the future. Kristy has received many literary awards for her unique style of writing.