Memoir sunday eve dec12.2017

I had a vision of stockhausen. Karlheinz stockhausen the iconic german avant garde composer of the mid to late twentieth century. His son was with him as he lie in his death bed. I obseved his son listen to what i heard was to be karheinz soul. I observed his son suddenly seeming confused as the sound stopped as the man starteed the last phase of life. It was intersting how one person can seem to effect the entire resonant frequency of life as we know it. Earlier tonight it was unheard of. Driving back from warrensberg i listened to an entire block of music without having heard any of the songs. It felt as if some mandela effect from long ago had been corrected.