To be free of judgment is to be free of self-inflicted suffering. Judgement inevitably brings self-inflicted suffering as we shall see in moment.
The N.O.W. Tone Therapy System helps users temporally (at first) let go of judgment by presenting audible signals that are free of the visual and time cues one normally uses to perceive and judge the world.
N.O.W. uses simple, almost abstract pure sine wave tones and not common musical instrument sounds. So the mind is not apt to apply the normal “like / dislike” judgment that one applies when hearing musical instruments –– one moment preferring the flute, the next moment disliking the trumpet for example.
In the time domain, N.O.W. uses moment to moment randomness in the production of its tone sequences. Thus N.O.W. is largely free of the idiomatic expressions (form types) a listener can use to sort and classify music into pop, classical, jazz, rock, hip hop, rap or country categories.
And because N.O.W. is an audible system, it can be experienced without the need of visual perception. I’m fond of saying N.O.W. appears to be two small speakers, but it really is one, unified, sonic experience. The moment to moment unity of sound created from two apparently separate (to the eye) forms, demonstrates the capability of the user of N.O.W. to experience instantaneous, non-judgmental wholeness.
To summarize the last four paragraphs … N.O.W. tends to reduce judgmental analysis because it does not sound like a musical instrument or a musical composition that can easily be compared to known instruments or music types. Further, N.O.W. shifts focus from visual perception of form (we are prone to see object foreground and not the formless background space which makes the foreground possible) to aural perception of formlessness.
In use, N.O.W. creates two sudden shifts –– one is a shift from the perception of time (past or future) to an timeless awareness of the present moment, and the second, a shift from visual perception of the outer world of form to the inner dimension of space.
The shift from the perception of time to an awareness of the present moment is achieved in part through the New Origin Waveform tone sequences. While these tone sequences do proceed in a moment to moment fashion, they are free of the idiomatic cues and compositional forms that the mind can use to gauge the passing of time.
For example, one type of pop song may use a recognizable structure of verse, chorus, verse, bridge, repeat. The verse, chorus and bridge sections can be further subdivided into musical phrases of 2 or 4 bar duration, and these further subdivided into repeating patterns of whole note, half note and quarter note beats heard, mainly, in the percussion arrangement.
All of these compositional “tricks” set up expectations. They create tension and release. They provide musical rewards to the listener who is always aware of the dimension of time in a song –– what has come before and what will come next.
N.O.W. does not do this. N.O.W. never produces a segmented verse, chorus, bridge structure, nor does it produce subdivisions of these sections. It is nearly impossible to know where one is, temporally speaking, when listening to N.O.W. One is, to a far greater extant than with normal music, simply listening “to the now”.
By creating the opportunity for the listener to suddenly shift their temporal and spatial perceptions, the normal propensity to sit in judgment of the world is eliminated. Remember –– judgment takes time. It takes time to perceive something (a form), to compare this form relative to another form, to break down and analyze the constituent parts of the form and their relationship to the whole, to project forward some consequence of either accepting or rejecting the form, and then finally to arrive at a positive or negative impression of the form –– to arrive at a judgment.
Suffering can be seen to have a direct correlation to the prevalence of judgment or its opposite, acceptance. I’ll give you an example.
This past weekend, my life partner and co-developer of N.O.W. Alene and I had a rare getaway to Boston from our routine life tending to business on Martha’s Vineyard and Cape Cod were we live and work. I lived in Boston and Cambridge for many years, my three daughters grew up in both places and I was excited to revisit some favorite places.
We arrived in Boston on Saturday night just in time for a late dinner as we had enjoyed a leisurely pleasant day on the Vineyard, a ferry boat ride to the mainland and a drive into the neighborhood of Jamaica Plain.
The next morning, Sunday, was an active day of rest. Alene, by nature and preference, is a late night person who regularly works until her 3 am bedtime and rises around 11 am after a full night’s rest.
I, on the other hand, probably more from the habitual necessity of needing to go to work for others for so many years, am early to bed and early to rise. Our different sleep patterns have worked well for us as we enjoy both private and together time –– and personal private time is important as we live in a tiny cottage here in the woods of West Tisbury,
On Sunday I woke somewhat later than usual, probably around 7:30, wrote my blog entry of the day, stayed away from email and Google News and read non-business material. There was no concern with time. Time seemed infinite. Whenever the day “started” would be fine by me and just perfect. Wherever we would go that day in Boston would be perfect as well. I had absolutely no urgency to do anything or be anywhere at any time. I simply enjoyed the peace of not doing, just being –– and this allowed me to enjoy as well, Alene’s extended morning sleeping time.
It wasn’t until around 2:30 that we finally emerged from the apartment and headed to the Stony Brook T station. No hurry. No agenda. No pressure. Just a peaceful movement into the day.
The day unfolded from one lovely moment to another as we made our way to Mass Ave, looked at the historic Wally’s Cafe jazz club, toured my old home –– the Chickering Piano Factory on Tremont St., missed, by 3 minutes only, seeing the Maparium at the Christian Science center (no upset at this, just “we’ll be back!”), continued to ramble by foot down the Back Bay’s Newbury St. to the public garden for a light repast at the Four Seasons Hotel, then on to the Boston Common to bear witness to a 12 Tribes of Israel gathering, then a shortish walk past the former Kirstein Business Library and onto the Union Oyster House for a 1/2 dozen and a shared brandy cocktail. Refreshed again we walked around the Italian North End enjoying the sights, but particularly the wondrous smells, of that physically tight little neighborhood. A walk back to the Orange line T at the Tufts University station, then a subway ride to Jamaica Plain had us back to the Canary for a light dinner of salad and grilled and sautéd vegetables we finished just before the bar started showing the Sunday night movie at 11 pm.
See? One big long day made up of a succession of moments. Not a single moment of time or space pressure. A loving, peaceful and gracious Sunday.
Monday would be different.
Monday began with me getting up early because I was starting to feel “disconnected” from my work, my email and my assistant who needs my direction and encouragement. The disconnect was compounded by the fact that I had forgotten both my MacBook and iPhone chargers and had very little battery capacity left in each device.
Unlike the previous day, Monday began with me alone having a completely different perception of time (not enough) and space –– we NEED to get to Cambridge, soon, in order to minimize the time we’d later spend stuck in rush hour traffic leaving Boston on the South East Expressway traffic back to Cape Cod to catch a 5 pm ferry to the Vineyard).
On Sunday, there was judgment of time or space, no apparent time and space boundaries or limits. On Monday, I alone brought them back in. I’ll spare you the details, but Monday morning and most of the afternoon was a day darkened by suffering and separation. My impatience and relentless focus on time, space and the “need to do” particular things, in particular places, at particular times, cast a pall on the day.
The external world had not changed. My own perception of time and place had changed. I had used a focus on time (the future) and place (the need to get to Cambridge then back in the opposite direction to Woods Hole on the Cape) to allow judgment to enter. I had made a judgment that we were “running out of time” and that “somewhere else” was better than right where we were at the moment.
During the prior day there was not a single judgmental thought, yet a hundred different things and events were joyously experienced. But during judgment day there was no joy. A day of judgement is a day of self-inflicted suffering.
The pall did not begin to lift until almost four in the afternoon when my judgment finally abated and awareness of the here and now returned. Not until Alene and I silently held hands did the separation created by my own obsessive thoughts of time, space and doing start to heal.
These thoughts about time, place and doing appeared to be so real, so tangible and so compellingly provocative they completely obscured the healing power of the N.O.W. set we had with us –– it never occurred to us to stop thinking and stop talking to end our problems. It didn’t occur to us listen to N.O.W. and let it guide us back to our essential, already-healed selves free from faulty perceptions of time and place, free from the sufferings that follow from judgment.
N.O.W. can be used as a preventive measure to ward off the suffering of judgement by giving the listener practice at just being –– being present outside of the perceived constraints of external time and place. But when the time and place-bound egoic mind takes over and ruins the fun, N.O.W. can point the way back to the peaceful joy of the present moment where judgment has not entered.