The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get used to the latter.
EPISODE ONE HUNDRED TWELVE: Deafening Silence…
Have you ever heard of the Orson Welles’ War of the Worlds? If not, stop reading this and go listen to it. It’s on the internet in its entirety.
Done? Here we go…
On October 30th, 1938, Mr. Welles and his group of actors scared the crap out of the country with a teleplay about Martians coming to a real place called Grover’s Corner, New Jersey, and laying waste to all that came to stop them. For its time, it’s a very scary piece of audio. But the scariest moment is when an announcer is describing the carnage he sees before him, there are screams of pain and death when all of the sudden the audio goes dead……….
A deafening silence.
And for radio, it lasted for almost a whole minute before it continued, an unheard of thing, even today.
That moment of silence had all of its listeners holding their breaths. In that moment of silence, their imaginations ran wild wondering what the fu*k was going on.
And they wondered if they were next.
There was no internet, no social media. There wasn’t TV. There were newspapers but they didn’t just appear after something happens. It would take at least a day, at LEAST a day to find out anything with the paper. It was the radio that people turned to for their up to date information.
Of course, it was just a radio play and if you listened to it from the very beginning, you got the idea that that’s all it was, a radio play. But a lot of people had started to listen to another show and decided it wasn’t worth their time and turned it over to the C.B.S. radio network and didn’t catch the beginning and got the scare of their life.
And that long moment of silence…
Sudden moments of silence can be so deafening, it can make your head explode, explode with worry and fear. When you are in touch with a friend with calls, texts, social media comments and then without warning, nothing. You give them a certain amount of time to see if they took a small break. And when they still don’t make themselves present again, we worry and wonder what happened. We reach out and hope they reach back.
Moments of silence can be scary. I hear about kids talk about how their parents wouldn’t tell them how they loved them. They never would tell them how much they want for their kids or tell them how good they are doing. Speaking to your child will not only help bond a relationship with them with trust and love, it will help them become better, more balanced people when they get older. Speaking to your child about things, not just the bad but the good, will make them smarter and more emotionally balanced, a better human being. And this world needs better human beings.
Not all moments of silence are bad or worrisome. Going out for a walk in the woods is an uplifting experience. Getting away for a while from other human voices or telephones or TV’s or whatever is a needed recharging of yourself. Of course, you can go out there to listen to nature or more importantly, those thoughts in your head. The ones that have been needed to be brought forward in your mind, the ones that need your attention. Going out for a walk can keep the distractions away and help you focus on answers to questions.
I once went to a cave tour here in Tennessee. The tour takes you far into the cave system and at the furthest point you can go, they have benches. You sit on the benches and they turn off all of the lights that helped guide your way. It’s the darkest of darks. The saying about not being able to see your hand in front of your face, well, it’s true. You sit in this dark for a few minutes and you hear things that you didn’t hear before. Drips of water, people breathing, your own heart beating. Even in the deafening silence, you can still hear things if you listen.
Anyway, I’ve had my own deafening silences in my life. The day my daughter was born. The moment she comes out and you wait for her to cry. The moment you hear something fall and wait for a scream or a yell of pain. The sound of screeching tires and waiting for the crash of metal and the glass breaking. Or a breath from someone or a pet and waiting for the next, hoping it will come. Most of the time it does. Sometimes it doesn’t.
We all have those deafening silences, some more than others. They can all be learning moments. Maybe not at the moment, maybe later on when you think over it. We learn that’s where a lot of worry lives.
Speaking of that, I hate when a TV show, usually a ‘reality show’ has some sort of part in the show that has a decision or some sort of announcement. They play some sort of worrisome music and make you wait for the answer. I HATE that. Just get one with it. I know it’s a ploy to get people to sit on the edge of there seat for the answer but don’t you think we live with those already. Too much of them.
Deafening silences can be massive, as short as they might be. Worlds can be created and destroyed in the few seconds that that silence happens. Lives can flash in front of people’s lives. When it comes to good things, don’t make people wait and deal with the silence. Let them know as fast as you can. Let them be cheered and relieved. And when the news is bad, again, tell them as fast as you can. Let the grief and then the acceptance, start as soon as possible.
You never know how that deafening silence might affect someone.
The only one that’s really awesome happened a long time ago a day before Halloween by a master of suspense. Let’s keep it to that and really good radio plays. Shall we?
June 8th, 2018
I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.