A Song for Us

There exists a song that describes the frustrations of a lightworker or an awakened human in our illusory world. A song that tells of our longing to go home.

I’ve read several articles that attempt to discover the meaning of the lyrics of this song, and though some of the writers get close to the truth, they just can’t quite understand the full breadth and depth of its message.

It’s understandable how this song would be enigmatic and mysterious to humans that have chosen to remain asleep.

But it’s crystal clear, haunting and deeply emotional to those of us who are awakened.

Find this song, listen to it and be moved.

Pink Floyd “Learning To Fly”

Into the distance a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction that’s holding me fast how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can’t keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue tied and twisted just an earth bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that’s learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Friction lock, set
Mixtures, rich
Propellers, fully forward
Flaps, set, ten degrees
Engine gauges and suction, check

Mixture set to maximum percent, recheck
Flight instruments
Altimeters, check both
(garbled word) – on
Navigation lights, on
Strobes, on
(to tower): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure
(tower): Hello again, this is now 129.4
(to tower): 129.4. It’s to go.
(tower): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.
(to tower): 3-8-Echo
Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. It’s gonna roll this time.
Just hand the power gradually, and it

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There’s no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can’t keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

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