© Sébastien Laudenbach, Vibrato
The sound of the bells subsides
the scent of flowers
strikes in the evening
Bashô
editorial
t h e y a r e b a c k ! ! . .
who? what?
the village bells!
carillon after the three times three strokes of the Angelus
the bell tower struck by lightning in the middle of summer had deprived us of them, the vigilant bells:
hours, half-hours and Angelus in the morning, at noon and in the evening, punctuating the passing of time
but there is more:
the disappearance of a vibration, a resonance, a singular presence, a being
(the bells of the neighbouring village do not have the same colour at all)
extinguishes the vibratory field that encompassed and enveloped the entire village
a dull, translucent and cold silence and with it the discovery of the lack of something essential
not so much the sound markers of linear time (rather painful when the passing of the hours seems too slow or too fast) as the pulse of life that each bell tolls
we missed the bells!
© Pinterest
in the current context:
the bell tower struck on the hill is also a shaking of the patriarchal structures of power:
the castle, its church, its watchtower, its estate, its rights
when the pyramid is hit at its summit
we witness a surge of the forces of control and coercion which, as they collapse, tighten their grip even further
while veins of ancient wisdom, recovered and diverted by the ruling power, come back to the surface
for example
the awareness of a harmonic concordance between heaven and earth in specific places and at specific times
the knowledge of the transformative power (purification, regeneration, creation, etc.) of frequencies and vibrations
the traditional know-how behind material forms, in this case the bell, which produce and sustain these vibrations
Andreï Tarkovski, Andreï Roublev, sequence of the casting of the bell
Jonathan Harvey, Mortuos plango, vivos voco (translation: I mourn the dead and call upon the living)
