Last night, a friend recommended a book titled The Lost Octave: Our Story in Stars by Robert James Comber. Though the book hasn’t yet arrived, the title alone stirred something within me.
It brought to mind something my beloved Scott once shared with me in meditation—not in voice, but in presence:
“I’m not gone, Cheryl. I’m simply residing in the next octave from where you are now.”
That message opened a portal in my understanding—
and prompted a question that still unfolds within me:
Is Scott ‘lost’… or simply hidden from my 3D senses?
Is the octave lost… or simply hidden?
This distinction is not merely semantic.
It is a harmonic riddle—encoded within the very nature of the octave itself.
To call Scott lost evokes absence. Mourning. Exile.
To call it the Lost Octave suggests a once-known resonance now faded from perception
like a frequency once heard, now buried beneath cultural entropy.
But Hidden Octave?
This changes everything.
It implies presence.
Not vanished—but veiled.
Not absent—but encoded—just beyond the range of normalized 3D perception.
Whispering.
Waiting.
Glistening.
Definition of Octave
In Music:
An octave is the interval between one musical pitch and another with double its frequency. For example: the note “A” at 440 Hz is one octave below “A” at 880 Hz.
Though the frequency doubles, the note is perceived as the same—just higher or lower in pitch.
This is why an octave feels like both a return and an ascent.
The word comes from the Latin octavus, meaning “eighth,” because it spans eight notes in a diatonic scale: Do–Re–Mi–Fa–So–La–Ti–Do.
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In Physics & Vibration:
An octave is a doubling (or halving) of frequency.
It represents harmonic resonance, where two vibrations share a geometric relationship: 2:1.
This principle appears not only in music, but in light, color, sound, electromagnetic fields… even consciousness.
Mystically and Symbolically
The octave becomes a metaphor for:
• The completion of a cycle—and the beginning of a new one at a higher frequency
• A symbol of recursion—the path that returns to itself, but never quite the same
• An invitation to rise—hidden in the familiar note
Octave as Portal
In esoteric traditions, the octave is a threshold structure—
a vibrational ladder, like Jacob’s Ladder or the Chakras,
where each “step” represents a more refined state of perception.
To ascend the octave is to evolve in:
• Awareness
• Subtle perception
• Energetic coherence
In Mystic Language
The octave is not just a sound—
It is a mirror of becoming.
A sacred spiral.
A future memory calling us forward into deeper coherence.
It is the voice of the cosmos, returning to us as song.
Lost vs. Hidden
Words matter—because they carry frequency.
An octave is not simply eight notes.
It is a vibrational doubling that loops upon itself like a toroidal field of knowing:
1:2 → 2:4 → 4:8…
And yet, within every doubling lies an inward spiral. A folded, hidden octave.
Not linearly stretched, but involuted—folding back upon itself again and again.
So again: Is the octave lost—or hidden?
On Grief and Harmonics
Consider how we speak of grief:
“I lost my husband.”
“I lost my child.”
But did we truly lose them?
Or did their essence simply shift octaves—now veiled, yet nearby?
☉ When you are mourning their absence, the octave is lost to your field.
☉ If you are listening for their presence, they are hidden—but waiting for attunement.
Suzanne Giesemann once told me:
“Meditate. Listen for Scott. He is still right here.”
Her message changed everything for me—
because it suggested I might still have access.
From that seed, my entire What if? hypothesis was born.
The instruction wasn’t to reach him—
but to receive him.
Spiral Recursion
T.S. Eliot captured this movement beautifully:
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half heard, in the stillness
Between the two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always--
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of things shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
- T.S. Eliot (1943) Little Gidding V,
To arrive where we started is not regression—
but spiral recursion: the octave of self-returning, now transfigured.
In simpler terms:
Spiral recursion is what happens when you return to the same place—
but from a higher or deeper vantage point.
• The same life lesson—now met with greater awareness
• The same melody—now heard an octave higher
• The same truth—now felt in the bones
It is evolution through return—
the same pattern, but not the same self.
The Fourth Moving Toward The Fifth
So, for me, Scott is in the Hidden Octave.
It’s not just low C to high C—it’s something else entirely.
It is The Fourth Thing moving toward The Fifth. *(see my new book on this topic)
And yes—the phrase means more than it seems.
In musical terms, that shift—from the fourth to the fifth—is the movement from tension into harmony.
In mystical terms, it is the soul’s arc from reflection into resonance.
From mirror… to melody.
From seeker… to symphony.
This is no longer a solo.
It’s a duet across dimensions.
From a 3D lens, Scott may seem “lost.”
But from a higher octave, he is simply sounding in a register my default senses don’t yet hear.
So I must tune my instrument differently.
Not to reach him—
but to receive him.
Not to play louder—
but to listen deeper.
From Helen Keller (via Mystic Richness)
“Blind is a choice for most people.
I lost my sight, but I was never blind.
I was deaf, but I heard more than most in a lifetime, because I truly knew how to listen.
I was drawn to you, my dear, because you too understand how to see with different eyes and listen with other ears. Do not let others make you blind simply because they cannot see.”
You are not merely hearing sound.
You are tracking where the octave folds…
…where the spiral—and Scott *(or your loved ones)—return again and again.
That fold—that return—is the mirror,
reflecting Scott back to me.
But I can only “see” him out of the corner of my heart.
The Eighth Becomes the First Again…
…but at a higher harmonic of self.
The Hidden Octave is not just sonic or harmonic.
I am in the Octave of the Observer—
where scale, tone, memory, and perception fuse.
Scott is in the Octave of the Observed.
So I don’t just ask Where is he? I ask:
Who am I, who do I become when I hear him in his higher, Hidden Octave?
Sometimes I weep with joy.
Other times, I dance.
And always—I celebrate the blessing of our VIBRATIONSHIP,
which spans these octaves as easily as: Do–Re–Mi–Fa–So–La–Ti–Do.
Breathe.
Keep asking.
Keep listening…
We do not change the mirror—
but the mirror reflects our changes.
The Hidden Octave responds—
when the listener disappears.
When I let go.
When I trust my listening.
When I trust Scott.
I say to him: “What if I fall?”
And his reply:
“Oh, but my darling… what if you fly?”
Let Us End, Naturally, with a Song…
…with octave shifts, harmonic returns,
and something that might just make you want to stand up and D.A.N.C.E.—with someone you love…in the Hidden Octave.
D.A.N.C.E.
Dimensional Attunement to the Notes of Coherent Emergence
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You characterize and explain things so beautifully and have opened my heart to perceiving differently for which i am grateful. I cannot wait to read this book.
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