This is one of my favorite songs I have listened to. So beautiful, that it made me cry many times. I was listening to it when I was having hard time and it made me feel so much love. But also it reminds me of all the labels that we put on ourselves and everything else, all the stories that we tell ourselves everyday and with this song they don’t exist anymore or they hold much power… that all there is love ❤️ Thank you for this beautiful gift 🙏
Then I heard a new sound: a living sound, like the richest, most complex, most beautiful piece of music you've ever heard. Growing in volume as a pure white light descended, it obliterated the monotonous mechanical pounding that, seemingly for eons, had been my only company up until then. The light got closer and closer, spinning around and around and generating those filaments of pure white light that I now saw were tinged, here and there, with hints of gold. Then at the very center of the light, something else appeared. There was a wooshing sound, and in a flash I went through the opening and found myself in a completely new world. The strangest, most beautiful world I'd ever seen. Brilliant, vibrant, ecstatic, stunning . . . I was flying, passing over trees and fields, streams and waterfalls, and here and there, people. There were children, too, laughing and playing. The people sang and danced around in circles, and sometimes I'd see a dog, running and jumping among them, as full of joy as the people were. A beautiful, Incredible dream world . . . Except it wasn't a dream. The word real expresses something abstract, and it's frustratingly ineffective at conveying what I'm trying to describe. Imagine being a kid and going to a movie on a summer day. Maybe the movie was good, and you were entertained as you sat through it. But then the show ended, and you filed out of the theater and back into the deep, vibrant, welcoming warmth of the summer afternoon. And as the air and the sunlight hit you, you wondered why on earth you'd wasted this gorgeous day sitting in a dark theater. Multiply that feeling a thousand times, and you still won't be anywhere close to what I felt like where I was. And then I took a shit in the blink of an eye. Who's poop is this? What is poop? This poop is just a dream. This poop is beautiful. Remember... This poop is wonderful. A poop made of love.
When I first listened to this song. I was surrounded by Love and Light. My Spirit felt so free to soar. I was so grateful to be alive. I remember looking at my nephew beside me and all I wanted to do was Love him unconditionally ❤ Thank you for your voice God of all creation. You are and always will be Love 🥰
I heard this song for the first time a few weeks ago during my first ayawaska journey. I started crying when the woman starts singing.. i think it's so beautiful!!!
Omkara is a woman who sings a lot of other songs at satsangs by Mooji. I suggest you look it up here on RU-vid. If you just type Satsang by Mooji you will definitely see her there ☺️
I just love this song, it speaks directly to my heart. Looking for an English to Sanskrit translation of Remember who you are. If anyone can help, I would appreciate greatly.
