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9 posts · 4 participants · started Dec 5, 2025, 9:45 PM

rhermenParticipant
Dec 5, 2025, 9:45 PM
It would seem that many people find inspiration in music. Even though I’m not a musician, I also have always found inspiration in music. Let me relate three examples:

The first is “Forever Young” by Rod Stewart.

May the good Lord be with you down every road you roam
And may sunshine and happiness surround you when you’re far from home
And my you grow to be proud, dignified and true
And do unto others as you’d have done to you
Be courageous and be brave
And in my heart you’ll always stay

Forever young (forever young)
Forever young (forever young)

May good fortune be with you, may your guiding light be strong
Build a stairway to heaven with a prince or a vagabond
And may you never love in vain
And in my heart you will remain

Forever young (forever young)
Forever young (forever young)
Forever young
Forever young
Yeah!

And when you finally fly away, I’ll be hoping that I served you well
For all the wisdom of a lifetime, no one can ever tell
But whatever road you choose, I’m right behind you win or lose

Forever young (forever young)
Forever young (forever young)
Forever young
Forever young

For-, forever young
Forever young

Songwriters: Bob Dylan. For non-commercial use only.

To my way of thinking, this song represents what might be described as “a letter” from our higher eternal to our “lower” mortal mind.

The second is “Help Is On Its Way” by The Little River Band.

Why are you in so much hurry?
Is it really worth the worry?
Look around, then slow down
What’s it like inside the bubble?
Does your head ever give you trouble?
It’s no sin, trade it in

Hang on, help is on its way
I’ll be there as fast as I can
“Hang on”, a tiny voice did say
From somewhere deep inside the inner man

Are you always in confusion?
Surrounded by illusion?
Sort it out, you’ll make out
Seem to make a good beginning
Someone else ends up winning
Don’t seem fair, don’t you care?

Hang on, help is on its way
I’ll be there as fast as I can
“Hang on”, a tiny voice did say
From somewhere deep inside the inner man

Don’t you forget who’ll take care of you
It don’t matter what you do
Form a duet, let him sing melody
You’ll provide the harmony

Why are you in so much hurry?
Is it really worth the worry?
Look around, then slow down
What’s it like inside the bubble?
Does your head ever give you trouble?
It’s no sin, trade it in

Hang on, help is on its way
I’ll be there as fast as I can
“Hang on”, a tiny voice did say
From somewhere deep inside the inner man

Hang on, help is on its way
I’ll be there as fast as I can
“Hang on”, a tiny voice did say
From somewhere deep inside the inner man

(Aah, aah-aah)
Help is on its way
(Aah, aah-aah)
Help is on its way

Songwriters: Glenn Barrie Shorrock. For non-commercial use only.

To my way of thinking, this song represents what might be described as “a letter” from our thought adjuster to our mortal mind.

The third example is “Let It Be” from The Beatles.

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

And when the broken-hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be

For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be

Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Yeah, there will be an answer, let it be

Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

Let it be, let it be
Let it be, yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine on until tomorrow, let it be

I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

Let it be, let it be
Let it be, yeah, let it be
Oh, there will be an answer, let it be

Let it be, let it be
Let it be, yeah, let it be
There will be an answer, let it be

Let it be, let it be
Let it be, yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

Songwriters: Pierre Delanoe, Gilbert Francois Leopold Becaud, Mann Curtis. For non-commercial use only.

Many years ago, as a participant on the discussion forums on Truthbook, a few members related what inspirational value this song meant to them. It has taken me a long time but I may finally understand: this song represents what might be described as “a letter” from the Creative Daughter Spirit to her mortal children.

Anyone with a mind has an opinion and that opinion is a reflection of that mind.
BradlyParticipant
Dec 7, 2025, 2:22 PM
Great selections. Music is the universal language of the children of time.

“Let It Be”, written by Paul McCartney in 1970, credits to Lennon/McCartney. A favorite of many, including the Beatles! Great album too!

“Forever Young” written in 1974 by Dylan as a lullaby for son Jesse. Performed by Dylan with The Band first. Dylan’s most covered song ever. Timeless.

44:1.15 (500.6)While you have assembled some beautiful melodies on Urantia, you have not progressed musically nearly so far as many of your neighboring planets in Satania. If Adam and Eve had only survived, then would you have had music in reality; but the gift of harmony, so large in their natures, has been so diluted by strains of unmusical tendencies that only once in a thousand mortal lives is there any great appreciation of harmonics. But be not discouraged; some day a real musician may appear on Urantia, and whole peoples will be enthralled by the magnificent strains of his melodies. One such human being could forever change the course of a whole nation, even the entire civilized world. It is literally true, “melody has power a whole world to transform.” Forever, music will remain the universal language of men, angels, and spirits. Harmony is the speech of Havona.

"Live loyally today—grow—and tomorrow will attend to itself. The quickest way for a tadpole to become a frog is to live loyally each moment as a tadpole."
rhermenParticipant
Dec 7, 2025, 7:05 PM

When dreaming
I’m guided to another world
Time and time again

At sunrise, I fight to stay asleep
‘Cause I don’t want to leave the comfort of this place
‘Cause there’s a hunger, a longing to escape

From the life I live when I’m awake
So let’s go there
Let’s make our escape
Come on, let’s go there
Let’s ask, can we stay

Can you take me higher
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me higher
To a place with golden streets

Although I would like our world to change
It helps me to appreciate
Those nights and those dreams

But my friend
I’d sacrifice all those nights
If I could make the Earth and my dreams the same

The only difference is
To let love replace all our hate

So let’s go there
Let’s make our escape
Come on, let’s go there
Let’s ask, can we stay

Can you take me higher
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me higher
To a place with golden streets

So let’s go there (so let’s go there)
Let’s go there (let’s go there)
Come on, let’s go there (come on let’s go there)
Let’s ask can we stay

Up high, I feel like I’m
Alive for the very first time
Said up high, I’m strong enough
To take these dreams
And make them mine

Said up high, I’m strong enough
To take these dreams
And make them mine

Can you take me higher
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me higher
To a place with golden streets

Can you take me higher
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me higher
To a place with golden streets

Songwriters: Scott A. Stapp, Mark T. Tremonti. For non-commercial use only.

These are the lyrics to the song “Higher” by Creed. For many years I have found it to be inspirational. To my way of thinking it might be described as “a letter” from the ciitzens of Jerusem to the evolving mortal citizens of Urantia.

Anyone with a mind has an opinion and that opinion is a reflection of that mind.
Nigel NunnParticipant
Dec 7, 2025, 7:07 PM
Picture Jesus in his early days, wandering “far, very far…“

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I463F-4QyqE

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
The greatest thing you’ll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return

Eden Ahbez (George Alexander Aberle)
rhermenParticipant
Dec 8, 2025, 3:19 PM

Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I’m dreaming
I can hear them say

Carry on, my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don’t know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about, I’m like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

Carry on, my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
No!

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, none can equal the splendor
Now your life’s no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you

Carry on, my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry (don’t you cry no more)

No more

Songwriters: Kerry Livgren. For non-commercial use only.

These are the lyrics to the song “Carry On Wayward Son” by Kansas. I have long found inspiration in this song for personal reasons.

Anyone with a mind has an opinion and that opinion is a reflection of that mind.
rhermenParticipant
Dec 8, 2025, 8:32 PM
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return.” A splendid example of Occam’s Razor if there ever was one.

44:1.15 (500.6) While you have assembled some beautiful melodies on Urantia, you have not progressed musically nearly so far as many of your neighboring planets in Satania…[] then would you have had music in reality; but the gift of harmony, so large in their natures, has been so diluted by strains of unmusical tendencies that only once in a thousand mortal lives is there any great appreciation of harmonics. But be not discouraged; some day a real musician may appear on Urantia, and whole peoples will be enthralled by the magnificent strains of his melodies. One such human being could forever change the course of a whole nation, even the entire civilized world. It is literally true, “melody has power a whole world to transform.” Forever, music will remain the universal language of men, angels, and spirits. Harmony is the speech of Havona.

In terms of harmony and melody, music is an important example of harmonic resonance we can easily understand from our level of reality. In a much larger sense, harmonic resonance is a basic component of the structure of the entire universe at all levels of reality. But perhaps percussion (rhythm) is this unmusical tendency peculiar to our world.

“If Adam and Eve had only survived” tadpoles wouldn’t need to change into frogs, and frogs wouldn’t need to bump their butt on the ground when they jump, they’d have wings instead!

Anyone with a mind has an opinion and that opinion is a reflection of that mind.
MaraParticipant
Dec 9, 2025, 5:05 PM
As this is the month of December, people around the world are thinking of Christmas. I share the following poem which, while not set to music, stirs my mind, the gateway to my soul.

Star of the Nativity

Winter had set in.
Wind blew in from the steppe
and the child was cold in a dark den
on the slope of a hill.

He was kept warm by an ox’s breath.
Other beasts also
stood in the cave.
Above the manger floated a warm haze.

After shaking bits of straw and millet
from their thick furs,
herdsmen gazed sleepily
into the midnight distance from a cliff.

Far off lay a snowfield and churchyard,
fences and headstones,
a plank in a snowdrift,
and a sky full of stars above the graves.

Nearby, unknown until that night,
more timid than a candle
in a watchman’s window,
a star glimmered on the road to Bethlehem.

It flared up like a dry hayrick, apart
from God and heaven,
like an arson’s gleam,
like a farm and threshing-floor in flames.

The new star hung like a blazing stack
of hay and straw
at the heart of a world
unsettled by its very presence.

The blaze glowed red above the world,
signifying something,
and three stargazers
raced toward the call of unprecedented fires.

Behind them, camels bore lavish gifts,
and donkeys in harnesses, each more stunted
than the next, trod slowly down the mountain.

And all that was yet to come rose up
in a strange vision of future times:
all the dreams and thoughts of centuries,
all worlds, all galleries and museums,
all antics of fairies, all sorcerers’ spells,
all Christmas trees and childhood fancies,
all garlands and flickers of lighted candles,
all the splendor of bright-colored tinsel…
(the wind blew ever fiercer from the steppe)
…and all the apples, the shining ornaments.

Part of a pond lay hidden by alders,
but part could clearly be seen from the cliff
through rooks’ high nests and crowns of trees.
The herdsmen distinctly saw how donkeys
and camels were passing along the water.

“Let’s go with the others to witness this miracle,”
they said, wrapping themselves in their sheepskins.

Shuffling through snow had made them hot.
Across the meadow, like sheets of isinglass,
sets of bare tracks led behind a shack.
By blazing starlight, sheepdogs growled
at the tracks, as they would at flared-up embers.

That frosty night was like a fairy tale:
someone new would always materialize
on a windswept ridge and join their ranks.
The tired dogs, glancing around in fear,
huddled together and waited for the worst.

Along the same road, through the same place,
angels walked in the thick of the crowd.
Their unearthliness had made them invisible,
yet every step they took left a footprint.

Hordes of travelers gathered at the rock face.
Day was breaking. Cedar trunks emerged.

“And who are you?” Mary asked.

“We are the herdsmen’s tribe and heaven’s envoys.
We have come to exalt you with our praise.”

“You cannot all come in.
Some must wait here.”

Amid the early morning haze, gray as ash,
shepherds and camel-drivers stamped about,
those on foot cursed those on horseback,
and, at the hand-dug watering trough,
camels bellowed and donkeys kicked each other.

Day was breaking. The dawn swept the last
of the stars from the sky like cinders.
And among the innumerable crowd, only
the magi did Mary let into the cave.

He slept, radiant in his oaken manger
like a moonbeam in a tree trunk’s hollow.
His sheepskin blanket had been exchanged
for donkeys’ lips and oxen’s nostrils.

The magi stood in the barn-like shadows,
whispering yet barely conversing in words.
Somebody reached out a hand in the dark
to move one of them to the left of the manger,
and he glanced at the door: the star, he noticed,
like one more guest, was watching the Virgin.

Boris Pasternak

As Translated by Jamie Olson
rhermenParticipant
Dec 14, 2025, 9:51 AM
The power of faith is probably the most inspirational thing there is.

Anyone with a mind has an opinion and that opinion is a reflection of that mind.
rhermenParticipant
Mar 19, 2026, 5:39 PM

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us, only sky
Imagine all the people, living for today (ah)
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people, living life in peace (yoo-hoo)
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people, sharing all the world (yoo-hoo)
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

Songwriters: John Winston Lennon. For non-commercial use only.

These are the lyrics to the song “Imagine” by John Lennon. In my opinion, this is one of the most inspiring but misunderstood songs ever recorded. The Urantia Book clearly tells us the human race has always been divided against itself. This song is John’s way of telling us how we might seek unity.

Anyone with a mind has an opinion and that opinion is a reflection of that mind.

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Music

Star of the Nativity

Boris Pasternak

As Translated by Jamie Olson