We were reading a number of books about consciousness, among them were several by Ken Wilbur: “Boomeritis,” and “A Brief History of Everything,” as well as another book called “What Really Matters.” We also read (after having seen the movie) “What the Bleep Do We Know,” which led us to discover “Ramtha: the White Book.”

We were interested in the various ways that the “consciousness movement” was being described and advocated by so many. In particular, we wanted to write about the “Witness,” or the “Observer” behind our actions. We were fascinated by the notion that the “superficial egoic self” lives out the earthly day-to-day while the “Essential Self” observes—and hopefully guides.

Lyrics

Where I stand there is no courtroom
In fact there is no crime
Yet waiting ready to testify
Is the witness of my life
Eyewitness to my life

Through the years always present
She’s seen every petty crime
Her probing eye can’t be evaded
I’ll be doing time

They can find no prior record
No conclusive evidence, but
Guilty of the charges
I offer no defense

In a long list of misdemeanors
Were they her ideas or mine
Though she is clearly implicated
I will be the one to pay the fine
Doing time, I will pay the fine

There are no other suspects
I have no alibi
No shadowed doubt, no false identity
She’s the witness of my life
Eyewitness to my very life

Even if I plead for mercy
I’ll serve 50 years to life

Credits

From The Way to Love, track released 01 July 2006
Cheryl Martlage – Lyrics and vocals
Emerson Martlage – Music, guitar and vocals