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As much as i love and have loved music, imo and faithfully speaking, i don't deem it likable to say the least in the Sight of the Lord.

Satan invented music during the Era of Prophet Seth (Peace and Prayers be upon him) as a means to lure the two nations that lived separately from each other into mingling with each other (forbiddance of which was one of the few rules of that time) and thus fornication started between the two groups of people.

What is music?

To me, the name itself reeks of satan. Muse. Music = that which comes from a muse.

Why music?

If you have a high faith, you will come to realize that God Being The Creator Per Excellence, He Is The Only One Who Could Have Created something such as a ''sound''.

For example, we all have a voice. But is it our mouths which are the creators of our voices or has the voice been bestowed upon the human being by God Almighty?

God Is The Only One Who Can Create something such as a sound and He Attaches it to what He Wills.

Nothing is worthy of worship besides God

Why?

Because the musical instrument is not able to produce any sound except if God Wills it to. But will you consider such a spiritual thought when it is so blatant in your very eyes that the instrument is the thing generating the sound? Not so obvious, is it, given moreover that nobody can even see God Almighty.

Likewise, the singer is not worthy of worship since his/her voice has been bestowed to him/her by God Almighty. So what right does that person have to being admired and looked up to simply for being a means whereby you can hear beautiful words, tones and emotions, none of which is he/she to be praised for?

It all fits into the truthfulness of the most sacred of all wordings which is

Nothing is worthy of being worshiped except God

Since God Is The Source of it all, good or bad, the bad thing existing so that we seek His Protection against it and not deem ourselves strong or intelligent enough to be able to counter it on our own. God Bless you, sorry for the lengthy post and i know many will not like it, but the truth is the truth and music will be accompanying the antichrist, God Protect us all, Amen
 

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Just one of the countless reasons I'm not a believer. Even if he were real and I had 100 percent proof, I wouldn't worship him. It's evil.

Music>god
 
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Just one of the countless reasons I'm not a believer. Even if he were real and I had 100 percent proof, I wouldn't worship him. It's evil.

Music>god
1. There's no need for proof. Existence and perfect order in the universe itself is proof enough of God's Magnificence and Existence.

2. Your choice not to believe. Actually, what right do you really have not to when you can't even explain how you even came to be?

3. What do you deem evil exactly? The simple fact that i deem music to be forbidden? By all means, do what you want to do, but don't disbelieve in The One Whose Non-Existence you can't prove since you cannot explain your own very existence. If you want to listen to music, you are free to, i never said you had to listen to me. I was only pointing out the reasons for it not being very much appreciated as per Scripture.

4. What reason is there for music really? So some people want to be venerated and get paid for it, right? So they didn't exist in the first place and now they think they are special and so go about writing things which they also want to accompany with music to make it sound good. All the devil really wants to do is for you to turn a blind ear to the very sound of God's Existence.

5. If music was really good, it would have been free of charge.

6. Isn't the sound of nature enough?

7. Is money the thing that's keeping the Earth suspended in space or?

@Lisa You're most welcome!
 
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The Pied Piper of Hamelin

Robert Browning, 1812 - 1889

I

Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
The river Weser, deep and wide,
Washes its wall on the southern side;
A pleasanter spot you never spied;
But, when begins my ditty,
Almost five hundred years ago,
To see the townsfolk suffer so
From vermin, was a pity.

II

Rats!
They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
And bit the babies in the cradles,
And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
And licked the soup from the cooks’ own ladle’s,
Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
Made nests inside men’s Sunday hats,
And even spoiled the women’s chats
By drowning their speaking
With shrieking and squeaking
In fifty different sharps and flats.

III

At last the people in a body
To the town hall came flocking:
"‘Tis clear," cried they, ‘our Mayor’s a noddy;
And as for our Corporation--shocking
To think we buy gowns lined with ermine
For dolts that can’t or won’t determine
What’s best to rid us of our vermin!
You hope, because you’re old and obese,
To find in the furry civic robe ease?
Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking
To find the remedy we’re lacking,
Or, sure as fate, we’ll send you packing!”
At this the Mayor and Corporation
Quaked with a mighty consternation.

IV

An hour they sat in council,
At length the Mayor broke silence:
“For a guilder I’d my ermine gown sell,
I wish I were a mile hence!
It’s easy to bid one rack one’s brain--
I’m sure my poor head aches again,
I’ve scratched it so, and all in vain
Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!”
Just as he said this, what should hap
At the chamber door but a gentle tap?
“Bless us,' cried the Mayor, “what’s that?”
(With the Corporation as he sat,
Looking little though wondrous fat;
Nor brighter was his eye, nor moister
Than a too-long-opened oyster,
Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous
For a plate of turtle, green and glutinous)
“Only a scraping of shoes on the mat?
Anything like the sound of a rat
Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!”

V

“Come in!”--the Mayor cried, looking bigger:
And in did come the strangest figure!
His queer long coat from heel to head
Was half of yellow and half of red
And he himself was tall and thin,
With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,
And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin,
No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,
But lips where smiles went out and in--
There was no guessing his kith and kin!
And nobody could enough admire
The tall man and his quaint attire.
Quoth one: “It’s as if my great-grandsire,
Starting up at the Trump of Doom’s tone,
Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!”

VI

He advanced to the council-table:
And, “Please your honors," said he, “I’m able,
By means of a secret charm, to draw
All creatures living beneath the sun,
That creep or swim or fly or run,
After me so as you never saw!
And I chiefly use my charm
On creatures that do people harm,
The mole and toad and newt and viper;
And people call me the Pied Piper.”
(And here they noticed round his neck
A scarf of red and yellow stripe,
To match with his coat of the self-same check;
And at the scarf’s end hung a pipe;
And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying
As if impatient to be playing
Upon this pipe, as low it dangled
Over his vesture so old-fangled.)
“Yet," said he, “poor piper as I am,
In Tartary I freed the Cham,
Last June, from his huge swarm of gnats;
I eased in Asia the Nizam
Of a monstrous brood of vampyre-bats:
And as for what your brain bewilders--
If I can rid your town of rats
Will you give me a thousand guilders?”
“One? Fifty thousand!” was the exclamation
Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.

VII

Into the street the Piper stept,
Smiling first a little smile,
As if he knew what magic slept
In his quiet pipe the while;
Then, like a musical adept,
To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,
And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled,
Like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled;
And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,
You heard as if an army muttered;
And the muttering grew to a grumbling;
And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;
And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.
Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,
Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats,
Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,
Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,
Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,
Families by tens and dozens,
Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives--
Followed the Piper for their lives.
From street to street he piped advancing,
And step for step they followed dancing,
Until they came to the river Weser
Wherein all plunged and perished!
‹Save one who, stout as Julius Caesar,
Swam across and lived to carry
(As the manuscript he cherished)
To Rat-land home his commentary:
Which was, “At the first shrill notes of the pipe,
I heard a sound as of scraping tripe,
And putting apples, wondrous ripe,
Into a cider-press’s gripe:
And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards,
And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards,
And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks,
And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks:
And it seemed as if a voice
(Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery
Is breathed) called out, ‘Oh rats, rejoice!
The world is grown to one vast dry-saltery!
So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon,
Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!'
And just as a bulky sugar-puncheon,
All ready staved, like a great sun shone
Glorious scarce an inch before me,
Just as methought it said ‘Come bore me!'
-- I found the Weser rolling o’er me.”

VIII

You should have heard the Hamelin people
Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple.
Go," cried the Mayor, “and get long poles!
Poke out the nests and block up the holes!
Consult with carpenters and builders
And leave in our town not even a trace
Of the rats!”-- when suddenly, up the face
Of the Piper perked in the market-place,
With a, “First, if you please, my thousand guilders!”

IX

A thousand guilders! The Mayor looked blue;
So did the Corporation too.
For council dinners made rare havoc
With Claret, Moselle, Vin-de-Grave, Hock;
And half the money would replenish
Their cellar’s biggest butt with Rhenish.
To pay this sum to a wandering fellow
With a gypsy coat of red and yellow!
“Beside," quoth the Mayor with a knowing wink,
“Our business was done at the river’s brink;
We saw with our eyes the vermin sink,
And what’s dead can’t come to life, I think.
So, friend, we’re not the folks to shrink
From the duty of giving you something for drink,
And a matter of money to put in your poke;
But as for the guilders, what we spoke
Of them, as you very well know, was in joke.
Beside, our losses have made us thrifty.
A thousand guilders! Come, take fifty!

X

The Piper’s face fell, and he cried,
“No trifling! I can’t wait! Beside,
I’ve promised to visit by dinnertime
Bagdad, and accept the prime
Of the Head-Cook’s pottage, all he’s rich in,
For having left, in the Caliph’s kitchen,
Of a nest of scorpions no survivor--
With him I proved no bargain-driver,
With you, don’t think I’ll bate a stiver!
And folks who put me in a passion
May find me pipe to another fashion.”

XI

“How?” cried the Mayor, “d’ye think I brook
Being worse treated than a Cook?
Insulted by a lazy ribald
With idle pipe and vesture piebald?
You threaten us, fellow? Do your worst,
Blow your pipe there till you burst!”

XII

Once more he stept into the street
And to his lips again
Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane;
And ere he blew three notes (such sweet
Soft notes as yet musician’s cunning
Never gave the enraptured air)
There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling
Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling,
Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering,
Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering,
And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering,
Out came the children running.
All the little boys and girls,
With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,
And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,
Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after
The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
 
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XIII

The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood
As if they were changed into blocks of wood,
Unable to move a step or cry,
To the children merrily skipping by--
And could only follow with the eye
That joyous crowd at the Piper’s back.
But how the Mayor was on the rack
And the wretched Council’s bosoms beat,
As the Piper turned from the High Street
To where the Weser rolled its water’s
Right in the way of their sons and daughters!
However he turned from South to West
And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed,
And after him the children pressed;
Great was the joy in every breast.
“He never can cross that mighty top!
He’s forced to let the piping drop
And we shall see our children stop!
When, lo, as they reached the mountain-side,
A wondrous portal opened wide,
As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed;
And the Piper advanced and the children followed,
And when all were in to the very last,
The door in the mountain-side shut fast.
Did I say all? No! One was lame,
And could not dance the whole of the way;
And in after years, if you would blame
His sadness, he was used to say,--
“It’s dull in our town since my playmates left!
I can’t forget that I’m bereft
Of all the pleasant sights they see,
Which the Piper also promised me.
For he led us, he said, to a joyous land,
Joining the town and just at hand,
Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew,
And flowers put forth a fairer hue,
And everything was strange and new;
The sparrows were brighter than peacocks here,
And their dogs outran our fallow deer,
And honey-bees had lost their stings,
And horses were born with eagles’ wings:
And just as I became assured
My lame foot would be speedily cured,
The music stopped and I stood still,
And found myself outside the hill,
Left alone against my will,
To go now limping as before,
And never hear of that country more!

XIV

Alas, alas for Hamelin!
There came into many a burgher’s pate
A text which says that heaven’s gate
Opens to the rich at as easy rate
As the needle’s eye takes a camel in!
The mayor sent East, West, North and South,
To offer the Piper, by word of mouth
Wherever it was men’s lot to find him,
Silver and gold to his heart’s content,
If he’d only return the way he went,
And bring the children behind him.
But when they saw ‘twas a lost endeavor,
And Piper and dancers were gone forever,
They made a decree that lawyers never
Should think their records dated duly
If, after the day of the month and year,
These words did not as well appear:
“And so long after what happened here
On the twenty-second of July,
Thirteen hundred and seventy-six;"
And the better in memory to fix
The place of the children’s last retreat,
They called it the Pied Piper’s Street,
Where any one playing on pipe or tabor
Was sure for the future to lose his labor.
Nor suffered they hostelry or tavern
To shock with mirth a street so solemn,
But opposite the place of the cavern
They wrote the story on a column,
And on the great church-window painted
The same, to make the world acquainted
How their children were stolen away,
And there it stands to this very day.
And I must not omit to say
That, in Transylvania there’s a tribe
Of alien people who ascribe
To the outlandish ways and dress
On which their neighbors lay such stress,
To their fathers and mothers having risen
Out of some subterranean prison
Into which they were trepanned
Long time ago in a mighty band
Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land,
But how or why they don’t understand.

XV

So, Willy, let you and me be wipers
Of scores out with all men--especially pipers!
And, whether they pipe us free, from rats or from mice,
If we’ve promised them ought, let us keep our promise.
 

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Why would you need musical instruments then?

Your voice should be enough if i go by what you say
Because the sounds that come from other instruments are cool. Instruments can be music on their own or be a great support to vocals. It makes music even better.

That's why I'm learning to play instruments, it's therapeutic, it's fun, it's creative, it's positive, it strengthens your brain. The list goes on.
 
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Because the sounds that come from other instruments are cool. Instruments can be music on their own or be a great support to vocals. It makes music even better.

That's why I'm learning to play instruments, it's therapeutic, it's fun, it's creative, it's positive, it strengthens your brain. The list goes on.
They might be except that it's all an illusion in the sense that you cannot let yourself forget that God Is The Creator of all sounds and that the instruments are only mere means. Can you still manage to remember God while listening to music?

I love music too but

Hadhrat Ibn Mas’ud (may God be pleased with him) narrated that God’s Apostle (may God be pleased with him) said: “Verily, singing generates hypocrisy in the heart just as water causes farm-produce to grow”. (Baihaqi)

I don't think it's a coincidence that you're about to learn concerning playing of instruments and that you're on a vigilant site at the same time. It's all about staying vigilant and what good would learning to play an instrument advance you? Would you tell your audience that whatever talent they deem you to have has only been Granted by God Almighty?

I've, like you, been a fan of SOAD and many other artists. What astounds me is why oh why should i have to listen to them actively like on youtube or something when i can clearly play them songs in my head, if God So Wills, and even then why oh why do i still feel guilty about it? How can music strengthen your brain? It's impossible since for one, Only God Can Really Strengthen anything, and two, music is only an assembly of sound waves that you only seem to like. But then again, why do you always want more? I am talking from first-hand experience. You can't ever get enough and surely at some point you become fed up with it and you'll go looking for music that's more original and more creative. I say, listen to your own heart's voice, more satisfactory.
 

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I don't think it's a coincidence that you're about to learn concerning playing of instruments and that you're on a vigilant site at the same time.
I have been learning/listening to music and playing instruments way before I even knew what a conspiracy was.
It's all about staying vigilant and what good would learning to play an instrument advance you?
A lot.
Would you tell your audience that whatever talent they deem you to have has only been Granted by God Almighty?
I could... anyone can become good at an instrument as long as they keep trying/practicing. I do know that God gives people talent, obviously God wills everything.
 

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Thank you for commenting @JoChris .
My view of music is that it can be used for both good and for evil.
We will be held responsible by God for what music we choose to listen to or create.

e.g. listening to music which encourages sin is immoral. Listening to music which praises God is positive.
Listening to instrumental music is neutral and depends on the person. Listening to music in a minor key may create melancholy feelings in a person already prone to depression.If they enjoy dwelling in those feelings (like a pig rolling in mud) that is very unwise and potentially a temptation to sin for that person.

I think Romans chapter 14 can apply to music too. https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+14&version=KJV
 
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