Hey, we’re energy workers

We’re all energy workers. We’re buzzing with vibrations within that help create a certain swagger about us. Some of us are more perceptive to this human energy than others, and some of us just straight up absorb the energy of others. Those folks may or may not even realize it. There’s a bunch of ways to learn how to manipulate the energies of the world//live within it without it overcrowding you. ---My mind just side tracked to thinking about witches (great energy workers) and how I hate in movies/tv shows they call male identifying witches ‘warlocks’. So annoying. A warlock is a different being altogether— Back to energy. Back to life. Back to reality. Back to the here and now. (Back to Life by Soul II Soul lyrics, some of y’all already knew that though). Songs.

Songs.

Songs.

Music. Music is an incredibly potent energy. This is one of our biggest tools in life and it goes so undervalued. Instruments create sound waves that both physically and metaphysically change the air of the whole room. It’s such a good way to get in touch with your ancestors and other types of spirits. Here, let’s timetravel:

Let’s go meet the Katie of the 90’s--

Music helped me self-identify. Actually, it was my entire identity for so long. Liking bands was who I was. Seeing them live and wearing their gear was me. I used to go into AOL chat rooms, when I was 13, and pretend to be Daniel Johns from Silverchair. I knew so much about him from reading Circus magazine, that most people didn’t even question me. Most of my memories are about music.

I used to battle my JR High best friend about which band was better, Nine Inch Nails or Silverchair (my fav band). He never knew I *actually* liked Nine Inch Nails at the time, the Downward Spiral had just come out, I mean…who DIDN’T like Nine Inch Nails at that time? I had to keep up the front for our war, though. We would write the name of our favorite band all over each other’s stuff. He wrote NIN on every single page of my math notebook! He obviously won. I think that’s the one thing in my whole life I was wildly competitive about. 

My first concert was Korn, Limp Bizkit, and Helmet. I was in 8thgrade and they played at the Lewiston Civic Center. My dad joked that we were going to a potluck dinner. Classic dadreaction. Limp Bizkit didn’t have an album out yet, so their phenomena hadn’t quite started. This tour launched their career, no doubt. I remember them doing that George Michael cover and that being my dad’s favorite part of the show. I also remember Jonathan Davis coming out with his bagpipes in hand, blaring away, and wishing I wore ear plugs. I’m sure I was wearing ADIDAS track pants and probably a Green Day shirt.

I went to a lot of shows in the 8th and 9th grade era. I saw Tool in Lewiston, Ice Cube in MA, Snoop Dogg in Chicago, DEVO in Chicago, and my beloved Silverchair in MA. I definitely criedwhen I saw Silverchair live. I definitely vowed to never wash my hand again when Mark Mothersbaugh used me to steady himself. I definitely remember when Snoop Dogg did a tribute to 2pac. I definitely remember when 2pac was shot. I remember watching all the MTV coverage of the shooting with Kurt Loder. 

The thing is, is that, music isn’t an identity. But, if that’s true, then who the hell am I? I’m the girl that used to air guitar in my living room to Veruca Salt. I’m the girl that made up a choreographed dance to Anti-Christ Superstar. I’m the girl that bought Gangsta’s Paradise CD single because it had an instrumental and rapped my answering machine message along to it. I’m the girl that turned in Misfits lyrics to my creative writing class as poetry. I made my friends mixtapes from the radio and chopped up the sounds into new songs. I’ve seen the Dropkick Murpheys 11 times live. Once I told the singer of Powerman 5000 that he should marry me because then his name would be Spider Webb. I used to cry along to the Bush album Sixteen Candles while trying to fall asleep at night. I used to try to imagine what it would be like to be the only girl in White Zombie. (I’m an energy worker, and--

Music was my everything.

What I didn’t realize, was, music was my first teacher in energy work. **Blaring foghorn**

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Join me, in visualizing the vibration of, let’s say a cello or guitar. Can you see the sounds coming off of them in your mind’s eye? If you’ve ever played a string instrument, hit a drum, or blown into some brass you can probably feel the vibrations as you try to visualize what they might look like if the human eye could see them. I see them as mostly reds and blues. The colors are sort of long brush strokes that blend together every pitch within the grey scale. What do you see?

Making mix tapes was the first way I started working to change the energy in the room. They all had to have their individual feeling. I often liked to make mine a sort of, rollercoaster of emotions, lol. Pump the bpm and then take it down a bit. I worked at various record stores for 8 years of my life and would make a mix before work that depicted the mood I wanted to be in that day (obviously to play while at work). It’s wild to watch how music controls emotions and reactions (you should SEE how people react to a Pharoah Sanders album while shopping lolol), and yet, that’s a concept that’s not new to anyone. Anyone that’s listened to music knows you have different music for different days//occasions. We all get that. Somehow though, when we start talking about human energies and other dimensional energies, people aren’t always here for it. 

Why do you think that is?

Sure, music is easily identifiable. But, even the most basic music listener knows listening to an album on vinyl picks up more sounds then listening to it on cd. So, how can one deny that humans experience energies and different energetic phenomenon more and lesser than others. (without arguing about the technologies I just mentioned). We scientifically know that some things that contain matter right in front of our eyes have more energy then others. Why not transfer this into greater, more fringe ideas? 

I said this in my last article, but the energy we conjure and create makes an imprint. It lingers and lasts like a slushy on the tip of our tongue. We interact with it in the shadows and our ‘lesser’ senses. It’s up to us to create the atmosphere of comfort and joy, like an old Christmas song haha. 

It always comes back to a song.