Listen…

There’s something mind-bogglingly awesome on your television.

It’s in between the channels – no picture, just sound.

A noise.

And not just any noise. One hundredth of the fizz-crackle-hiss-buzz sound your blind grey screen’s emitting is something goose-bump-inducingly extraordinary.

Ineffable.

Miraculous.

The sound of creation.

Yes, your delicate, human, evolved-from-apes’ ears could – really could – be hearing the Big Bang’s audible aftermath. Reaching far-flung human beings on Earth more than 13 billion years after it happened.

Now that is cosmic. Awe inspiring. Mind-blowing.

I learn this on a great day out.

Sunday dawns fair-ish. Rain promises. Clouds hover in solitary white pufflets, then big grey bullies arrive, frightening them off.

We decide to skip the 11.30 ‘religious for a year’ appointment with Mass.

Today we’ll be investigating a different kind of mystery.

The universe.

And space.

And time.

On an average day I try hard not to think about these things. My head reaches a certain point and knows, just knows, it cannot cope. It melts my cerebral hard drive.

‘But – where is everything?’ I wail. ‘Where?’

Oh little human, so bounded by the real, the here. The everywhere and nowhere. The now and then.

I cannot comprehend a universe that isn’t SOMEWHERE.

Which, I suppose, means I have to believe in a God. Because that’s the only way I can explain it. There’s more to life than what we know – or can ever know.

But I digress.

Back to Jodrell Bank. The name’s been in my consciousness since my family first had a television. A special late night treat for a little girl – The Sky at Night. Entranced by Patrick Moore and his eyebrows, enthused by the passion of a polymath for things beyond our ken.

IMG_2055A majestic, mysterious piece of music by Sibelius begins and ends the programme and has done for more than 50 years. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lt4z2ntBVg

For me it’s the music of profound humility, acknowledging the immensity of the night sky, the stars, moons, planets – and the galaxies.

So it’s a pilgrimage, really, that we’re making, to this great, white, cathedral of a telescope.

You can’t see anything through it – it’s a radio telescope. You can’t climb onto its dish or up its ladders. It’s surrounded by fecund fields, sheep grazing, daisies blooming.

With a groan the motor starts, chugging like a passing slow train. The great wheels grind and turn, moving the massive structure round at a speed you can barely detect.

Rapt, I watch as the immense white dish tips, moving almost imperceptibly until it’s facing a different way – and you know, it’s listening.

Listening to the universe.

Listening to the past.

As it was in the beginning, is now and . . .

Ever shall be?

World without end?

A-men.

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4 Responses to Listen…

  1. Audrey Chin says:

    Thank you for that Husk. It was a great way to start the morning … Listening to/for the music of the spheres.
    I haven’t downloaded your book yet, but it’s definitely on my to-read list which I’m determinedly going through.

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    • I’m glad – I felt so inspired by that visit I genuinely wanted to share it. And don’t worry, I won’t start chivvying you about my book, read it when you can and I just hope you enjoy it!

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  2. EllaDee says:

    The radio telescope would be awesome to see. For me, it is the thought that that there are stars, planets which I can see, and that which I can’t beyond, atoms & molecules, macrocosms, microcosms, and planes other than the one we exist within. And I know it must be, because I am part of it all 🙂

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    • It was wonderful, just the thought that I have heard the beginning of things… wow. I am just fazed by the immensity of it all… (yes, even the little things as you say like atoms).

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