Growing up in the One World Family Commune, we kids were raised listening and even contributing to the music of Quazar, our ‘electric chorus’ rock-gospel band, sounding the music of the new age birthing now. I was inspired by this poem that was a rare occurrence of Allen Michael going into the studio to record a track. It was pressed onto vinyl as the B-side to the funky track Money, written and produced by my dad. I was inspired to put this poem to a rap beat at one point and shared it at a family reunion but have since lost the recording. But here are the lyrics and the original track, recorded in the basement of the commune’s ‘Big House’ in the late 1970’s. I hope this inspires you as does me!
Sound by Allen Michael
Sound… sound… is astonishing, because it sounds in space.
Where does it come from and where does it go?
Time an illusion… Sound not related to the time it seems to take…
I hear stars continuously playing their cosmic symphony, and great spaceships adding their drone around Placentia, planet of plenty.
I am Michael. My words go forth to fulfill the things for which they are sent, and do not return to me void.
Sound of spheres sing of light calling us forth to affirm the Truth and to act in It’s eternal celebration.
The sounding word can create joy for all of us, and the words of reaction playing back cause people to excel onward towards the Light to comprehend It.
Sound is shaped into music.
I have run the cycle of it all and have returned to sound… sound… sound… that sounds a warning, yet delivers.
Can you make a sound? Try to make a sound that can go ’round the planet, and from planet to planet, calling forth those who travel on instant, weightless, timeless lightbeams of sound… sound… sound.