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 As a teen, and until my wreck at 18 years old, I played the guitar, keyboards, drum, kena, electric guitar and bass, xylophone, and sang at a professional level with my band “Incarauteca”. Although at the time I only had the very minimum of formal musical education, only a few years of classical guitar, I was able to play just about any instrument that was handed to me - except for the piano. The piano thing is a story for another day. Although my band mainly played cover songs for Inti-Illimani, Los Jaivas, Violeta Parra, Victor Jara, Clara Solovera and some popular latin songs, lyrics also flowed out of me non-stop. I didn’t do anything with those lyrics, mind you.I was a bit of a virtuoso and also obsessed with music. At age 17 I had an experience on stage that I misconstrued as negative: an entire audience of 2000 people cried as I sang my song… “Luchin” by Victor Jara. And, after that day, I stopped singing. In fact, I even developed asthma and was not able to use my breath well enough to sing properly after that. Not understanding human emotions well, I thought I was bringing suffering to the world.So, I just focused on playing musical instruments. That was until age 18 when my decisions caused me to get seriously injured in a motorbike accident in which I died for a few minutes. Thank you brother for insisting and buying me a top of the line full head motorcycle helmet. It saved my life. When I returned to life, it was with brain damage, and damaged arms and broken back. I was not able to hold a guitar or any other instruments anymore. And even if I did manage it, music and numbers were gone from my brain matrix. I was no longer able to access them. That's the day music died for me.I took it in my stride and didn’t often think about it very much. But the life I had grown up with, surrounded by instruments, tunes, lyrics and musicians, was over.Have you heard Don McLean's "American Pie"? Better known as “the day the music died.” It was a song released on October 24, 1971, as the opening track on Don McLean's album of the same name. McLean wrote the song about the date February 3, 1959, when an airplane crash resulted in the deaths of American musicians Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper (J.P. Richardson).Although I was born seven years after the death of these musicians, and five years before the release of the song, whenever I heard it, it triggered something major in me. A lot of people have that feeling when they hear that song, even if they don’t know what it is about or why it was written.Very soon after I had heard the song for the first time, I realized that it had to do with the dark side of the light/dark reality co-opting (hijacking) the mass-market music industry. It felt to me that no matter how good a singer or band was, eventually they would fall for the “sell their soul to the devil to become famous” offer or be removed from public view. Like most folk, I shook my fist at them and carried on with my life.I loved music, listening, singing along, and playing it. But every time I would buy a single or listen to music on the radio, it was littered with negative messages. Messages that disempowered, that made people addicted to drama, degradation, and just nasty stuff.Mostly, I stopped listening to music.At some point, I received the guidance to learn the violin and the French language. I started doing that and my brain damage started to repair, albeit very slowly.A few years later, I discovered the “Aquacure”, which I used and quickly realized after using it for a few months that it had completely cured my asthma, and the brain damage had started to dissolve. Suddenly, I was able to count and recall numbers and hear notes again… and make sense of them.During our December 2024 live call, when I looked at 2025, one of the items I saw was “the music returns”. I didn’t at the time realize the personal nature of that seeing, just the effect this would have on the world at large.For me, it has been a very personal experience. And my personal experience opens the gates for all high-frequency musicians to touch our souls and reach the stars in the way we know is true and real. Music that is divine, empowering, and uplifting while keeping the styles we love, like rock, classical, urban Latin reggaeton, pop, country… There are literally no limits.What exactly happened to me, to bring this about?On July 14th, 2025, I was reviewing an article by the WE awareness. Often I have to work on those to translate them into “human”. A fellow writer had told me that using an AI to proofread things was fast and very helpful. So, I ran the article through an AI. There were a few grammatical items to work on as well as some helpful feedback. Then our cat Brad jumped on my desk, including my keyboard, and brought the whole thing to a standstill. About the same time, Larry was on Facebook and saw an ad about making music with AI. As I complained about the ...
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