Drowning in Space

Flash of bright light. Bang, A wailing sound in the air.
Gentle breeze, eerie silence, water dripping on the wooden planks of the floor.
Open door, carelessly creaking. A rocking chair, moving itself back and forth.
An empty cup on the edge of the table.

Ps. I'd like to introduce an upcoming project I started - Have some tunes in the back for you!

You're probably out there wondering what signs are these,
I'm probably a lonely lumberjack in the forests of Montreal.
You've known these words for so long, but they haven't known you for a while now.

Yes, you. Oh love of the birds, gentle music of the trees.
Nature's child. Fantastic, ecstatic love.
There's beauty in your dimly lit eyes. I can see worlds, not just emptiness.
I can finally see, oh, I can finally be.
I do not know where the wind can take me, but I can finally fly.

You know those times of grief and pain,
where your whole world stops to breathe.
You can listen to your second breath taking over,
You can feel it's drowsy influence over your mind.
You know those times, where nothing seems fine,
And you have only yourself to blame.
Oh well, where will you go, when there's no-one left to save you from yourself?
You can't escape the truth. I realize you're afraid, but I can't protect the whole world.
You can't escape the truth.

I've told you this a thousand times, though a thousand times seem shallow.
For what lies beyond this truth, Is the secret of eternal youth.
You just have to cross the threshold.
What are these secrets I'm talking about, you ask?
I'd give you a hint or two if you were right in front of me.
I could run my palm across your face and you'd know.

You'd know that there's nothing that you or I could ask for,
And there's nothing that they could take away from us.
Only one another, and each others shadows which we can't differ.

Which one's mine? Which one's yours?
These two universes have collided. I don't see a route for redemption.
All I see is wailing, all I hear is pain.
Yet, I find this absolutely amusing.
 What is it, where have we reached? ...

Please, come in. Do it like it's in your heart. Sit yourself, Serve yourself.
I know, there's a bit of disorder, and you haven't yet seen the head.
There, is a grand chaos, but i'm going to fix it.

To start with a fresh drop of blood,
I'd say you completely misunderstood me.
You completely drowned into my charm.
And you mistook me.
You intended to give me your heart, but instead you found mine.
And now the whole world feels like it's running without time.

Your gentle eyes, your kindly smile,
I want to know more.
Your soft touch, and your skin so fine,
I wanted to know more.
You wrathful desires, your intimate fire,
I wanted to feel some more.
The breakdown of time, and moving beyond divine,
I feel like there's still hope.

An untimely sorrow, a despair only borrowed,
The lover's cry.
A soul is lost under time and it's dust,
I can't find myself anymore.

I lost myself, I cannot recline,
I don't know where I'm headed.
I surged through water, through wind and fire,
And Earth is nowhere to arrive.

I found some trust,
In the merciless fire of lust,
And now it the peels down the crust.
The ink is fresh, Like a wound in the flesh,
The story has just begun.

I waited a while, for this wheel to be spun.
The world will now become undone.

Aragorn

So begins to unravel, a story of solitary travel,

The point where the object lay stationary, yet unraveled.

the end of an era is the beginning of another,

with words come the power to smother.

Money is the root of all problems caused,

the way we use it the fruit of what lies in our thoughts.

I start with a simple lie, and i see the other children cry.

I ask myself why must i listen to their pain,

It reveals itself now, 

listening is the only comprehensible frame.

For what our eyes see these days.

To understand is not a must, 

or to judge if what happens to them is unjust,

I just sit there and glance,

what seems to you like trance.

So everyday they woke up, 

they went to bed silently.

So every night, their heart shook,

 their heads throbbed violently.

I've tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe, 

And i was not offended, 

for i knew i had to rise above it all.

Or drown, in my own shit.

I know what you must be thinking,

 of course you're just human.

What's the point of a story with no beginning

 and no seeming end,

Don't you see little human,

 you're just perceiving a followed trend?

Why must it make sense,

 what story do i have to tell?

When write i must, 

it's your story or dust?

If it's silver or lead,

 then i'd gladly join the dead,

Because if silver is all you know, 

then you'll never know.

The value of Gold,

 the value of letting it all unfold.

Look around you, 

the sun is bright.

Everyday we work, to gather one or the other, insight.

I mourn to learn, the secrets of the past.

The other day i learnt, 

the spells that i'm now going to cast.

You know it can't exist, 

that's why you call it magic.

And then you someone you know just disappeared, 

and you call it tragic?

What's this industry,

 these people who seem to know.

What's this stage they command us on,

 can they ever understand your flow?

It's sad to learn that there's a long way to go, 

before any one of the soldiers will fall.

For the army is already marching,

 if that's what you call.

The troops are fighting,

 the battle has already begun.

There's someone, somewhere watching,

 you can't even try and run.

I'm going to seize you by the neck,

 and pick you up into the skies,

Said Zeus.

I'm going to tear your tiny legs apart,

 and feed you to the clouds,

They're formed by tears of the people you hurt,

They've been waiting to rain out loud.

I've seen you act, all this way through, 

and now you stand before me.

I can't let you in, unless i see you in three.

If you must ask, 

I need you in three pieces,

 A head, a body and feet if you must.

And then i will cast my shiny little spell,

Oh and be careful, try not to yell.

You will lose everything you ever thought of was pain,

And then i'll touch you, 

and you'll feel like you've been hit by a train.

Why, oh why, would you do this to me?

Am i not beautiful,

 Am i not in three?

I have a soul, a body and mind,

I've the age of small little wild child.

I'm naughty yes, 

the dark spider bit me once,

But i danced and danced,

 till the bread turned to crumbs.

Don't you ever touch me, 

All i feel for you is hatred,

Don't you ever love me, 

You know it's overrated.

And then, He cried.

I know you've been loved,

I know that you've loved before.

But now where i'm going to take you,

Is to temptational shores.

It's made with such grace, 

That the best of men stutter,

It's made of an unforgivable trace,

It makes the best of women start to mutter.

Every other day i'm counting myself as dutiful.

As you sit there, and sip, 

and laugh in disguise,

I'm sitting here and 

counting the million'th time you try.

You can do it all you want, 

but you'll never truly understand,

What am i trying to tell,

 what have i planned?

Oh, and then you'll see, 

What your so called folks say,

It's not your say.

When you know, 

We've been hurt, been down before.

It's too strong a battle to let go,

Right in my basement of dreams, 

those severed heads go.

Oh i forgot, i had to let you know.

They're coming to get you, and you have nowhere to go.

Rest in peace, friend.

See you on the other side.

Snap

I finally discovered what i like.

I finally made it, to the point of realization of what happiness means.

I finally connected to the space where the materialistic and unreal meet.

I finally understood what it feels to stand on the bridge.

It's this feeling that i never understood.

Why do people go to work?

Why do we live in a world which doesn't live.

Why do we feel like we always ask for things that life doesn't give?

It's a true story, everyone has to live out there own glory.

Everyone is the savior in their own story.

To some it's to put food on the table at the end of the day.

For some it's sleeping under the stars, or crashing the in barn hay.

We see mountains, and then we realize how small we are.

We see forests, and then realize how alive the planet is.

We see flowers, and then understand what color really means.

I don't know how or what we should do to live our lives,

When the purpose of life is to give it a purpose.

But you see one's purpose, looks to one as turquoise.

But turquoise to me might be bottle green.

So as to say that every mans blue might have a slight difference in hue,

It's how we perceive and how we're built to be.

I don't blame humanity, if we're called heading towards insanity.

Of course, we're complex creatures, more complex than some.

But to know what we are, is something that can never be done.

As science expands, so does philosophy.

They go hand in hand.

The more one knows, the further the other discovers.

It's like a dark winding road,

And seen by the two headlights of your machine.

You don't know what lies ahead, 

The front of the car is the only thing you can see.

But as your go further, you learn to trust your own wheels.

Because as far as you go, you discover the road ahead.

Of course, something could jump out of the sides,

That would take you a little by surprise.

But hey what's there to life if there isn't risk.

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Why can't you say it simply, because you cannot understand.

Why can you not play the game, as its never planned.

I try and make a difference, but i can't do much beyond what i can comprehend,

I cannot make a decision, without seeing it's loose ends.

When i'm down and broken, everything seems alright,

It's when i'm uplifted, that the worlds drowning out of sight.

Oh when it pains you, i feel like i'm ecstatic.

It's only the moment, you see.

All the colors seem monochromatic.

Benvenuti alla Vita

Well, i'd want to say just a few shades,

here and there where the souls trade.

It's the fantasy of this family,

where we live as if it's not insanity.

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Follow the tunes!

But the truth is you must,

find the gold in the dust.

It wasn't said it'll be easy.

Like a shiny silver dot,

in the middle of a lava pot,

that refuses to melt,

no matter how many tonnes of pain it felt.

It's a molten reality,

where you can't describe what's clarity,

but what remains true is the shade you see,

because the world is made of colors,

for different eyes to see.

But yet you know, they're meant to see differently!

Of course, it's so easy.

Everything is in front of you,

But you can't even tell raindrops from dew.

Well to hell with it all,

Isn't that the final call?

What's in this game that i play with myself,

What's the trophy if there isn't no shelf.

What's there to display if the screen is broken,

What's an arcade game without a token.

It's this.

It's a glimpse of what is,

It's a glimpse of what can be,

It's a glimpse of what you cannot do,

It's a glimpse of green sitting in the blue.

But what do you have to lose,

when you're not the one who has to choose.

But chosen is what comes to you,

who makes the decision will never come through.

I know,I know.

What's the point of this mind numbing wordplay,

What's the color between the summoning of gray.

What happened to the smoke that went inside?

What happened to the world that crumbled outside?

How can you see destruction of everlasting construction.

But,how can you not?

For something new to stand, 

doesn't something old have to fall?

Is there not enough space, for the blood to not leave a trace.

Well, blood you must shed, for it's the ground you tread.

That you see is more than one choice,

That's where you understand.

You can take more than one.

So many times you have.

Ever heard about parallel realities?

Once you have a thought,

and then a million ways to go about it..

Ever wonder what goes on around it?

The world is metaphysical as we know it,

Well, I know it, you can choose to quit,

But listen to me clear if you must,

Do let your love turn to lust.

Then you'll find passion, and you'll know.

It' can always rain, but rarely does it snow.

Yeah, i speak no sense, 

but hence i must,

for wonder now what's lost in the dust?

That parallel choice, makes a decision for you.

When you think of blue, 

you know there are so many hues,

but when all the colors flash in your eyes,

And you arrive at what you think is you,

You've chosen every other color,

In this moment, it's true.

Somewhere out there,

Maybe in the slightest of vibration,

you've taken the green.

you've taken the Celeste.

you've taken the turquoise.

But you're least interested.

Why would you be,

as humans parallel realities,

we're not meant to see!

But who say's stop yourself from understanding,

what you can never begin to explain,

Why do you have to refrain?

I know why, because you fear the insane.

You fear society and it's pleasures,

You fear to be behind all it's treasures.

Well, what have you?

Some wine, some smiles and laughing at the divine?

Why not, the evening is fine.

Someone out there is dying.

And that someone out there can be you.

Only then you realize, that even snow can be dew.

How? Oh how infuriated i am.

It's water, and forms of it at all.

Temperatures they give it's duty call.

That decides what form it takes,

And it's up to you to understand.

Oh yeah, I'm not sane.

That is the plan.

One day,I'm going to be sitting there,

by the window,

with a broad ray of light filling the dark room,

Staring at the smoke falling as water from my being,

And you'll be looking at me,

Trying to understand what i'm seeing.

And you'll never ask me why.

Because you're the one who think's i'm shy.

Oh i tell you look beyond,

I can take you there.

Where?

It's a clouded, dark evening.

The sun can't see.

It's close to eerie, 

where you think the angels can't be.

And then comes along this lady clad in white,

She asks you if you're tired, 

and if you're also searching for the light.

For the first time, 

you look at her in delight.

it's not a ghost anymore,

it's just out of sight.

you say to her,

"oh! you can see me"

how come?

she says it's the weather,

care to jump?

You ask her where to go from here,

She says non ti preoccupa.

You' raise your eyebrow,

you're not the least occupied.

but the meaning stays clear,

don't you worry child.

And you think to yourself,

how pleasant, how mild?

the moment passes,

the wind against your face lashes,

her hair blows, it strikes your face.

It cuts through your mind,

It's making your blood race.

There's adrenaline in your body,

shivering as you must.

She slowly touches your palm,

What happened to your trust?

There, you're shattered.

and you don't know where you may be.

There she stands, and you cannot flee.

Why?

Because you love to be destroyed.

and you love to born again.

Like a Phoenix from it's ash.

Never knowing how high it's flown,

In it's life before,

Flying higher every time,

unaware of what was,

in everlasting fear of what will be.

She said i have to go,

and you said i cannot do much,

she said you have to stop me,

and you said i cannot budge.

It's your touch that has me numb,

and its your being that has me strung,

Strung to this drug,

this pain inside.

I want to hurt myself,

I want to drown in the tide.

She said you're too young to become the ocean,

You said i'm bound to nothing in devotion.

I'm just me, and i don't see more in water.

She said this way,

Yourself you'll slaughter.

And then crossed this spark, like fire through water,

and your eyes started to burn darker.

What is it! she said? what's wrong with your face?

What do you feel, what's the real deal?

You said I cannot be destroyed,

For i do not exist.

She said,that's not true!

you just told me i could see you!

you smiled!

And you said,

Well, you're just like me.

No different as the ocean and the sea.

Stop playing, you're scaring me!

What is it? What do you see?

I see you, I see me.

It's what i know,

I know nothing of what's to be.

Well, then. It's a lost cause isn't it?

Then something happened,

like a firework in the darkest night.

they disappeared forever.

Out of sight.

Oh,oops.

I forgot to mention,

Her name was light,

his name was eternal.

And they took it far, far away.

Dance In-Session

Well, you know this feeling already. 

You've felt it happen a million times,

and every time, It's brighter.

I'm talking about this beautiful kind of pain.

I never thought pain could be such a happy thing.

No, It's not what you imagine it at questo momento, to be.

It's closer to the sadistic kind of pleasure, true.

But it's more to do with the feeling of being alive again.

Davvero.
I'm talking about dancing to something,
without even trying to.
When you're in the flow,
It's not volunteering anymore.
It becomes a reflex, naturalistic movement.
Your body may feel sore,
But you just don't want to stop.

It's that feeling when music hits you.

A wave of emotions and heat,

Blasting through your body and mind.

Your soul elevated.

Thumping and bouncing up and down on a concrete play ground.

It's the feeling which makes one younger.

Down to your deepest level of innocence.

The feeling of being a child again.

Where you don't try and understand,

You're just trying to let it pass through you.

And at that moment, you're infinite.

Yes, i remember the perks of being a wall flower.

And it's exactly the kind of emotion i'm elaborating.

It's the highest sensation,

when time stops in front of your eyes.

Depends,on your eye though.

What catches it's gaze.

The color of her eyes, the softness of her skin.

The people becoming one wave.

That's when the music wins.

Of course, there is no competition.

There will never be,

and there was never any to begin with.

Ideals and constructions of society,

or of the modern day homo-sapiens, maybe.

But all in all, it's just a wall.

A brick or a prick,

there's a conscience to everything.

Just as there is a gender to a feeling.

Ever felt a feeling in terms of it's masculinity, or femininity?

Ever tried to switch from one to another,

Helping the one understand the other?

It's a standstill, Grammy winning moment, sure.

You do know that inside your own eyes lay a million smiles.

But which one you choose,

or rather which one prevails in the moment,

Is what you're truly about.

But i'd say forget about it,

Because interpretation isn't a must.

Go ahead, if you remember it's essence well enough.

But don't try to explain it.

Perche' ?

Because essence is something aromatic.

It's the smell of something beautiful,

whatever beautiful is to you.

And when you feel it's sensations,

by one of your many senses,

You can perceive how it feels.

To trails of thought and beyond,

If you think about it, there's no difference,

between an ocean or a pond.

The only way you can tell,

Is it's vastness in front of your eyes.

But what happens when you're drowning?

It's the same for a bucket or river,

It's death that makes us shiver.

But fear not if you do,

for all water in color seems blue.

Yet it's not transparent at times,

And then you start to question it as a crime.

So let it pass through you.

It's temperature may attack your heart.

It's sharpness may caress your skin.

It's slippery disguise may entice your soul.

But when it's taken you over,

Your cloth won't have a single fold.

It's all stretched out, 

and you can have what you may.

For the universe to love you,

You don't need to pray.

It is a part of you, and you are a part of it.

Just be yourself,

Whatever it is you be.

And you will begin to see.

The ocean even in the sea.

Ci sentiamo presto!

FOLLOW MY MUSIC!!
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I'd be damned

I'm there just sit in your stance?

and what do i do?

I'm just there to sit in your stance,

watch it all come down to romance,

what is this that you call psychedelic trance?

why are these sounds in my head feeling the need to enhance,

why can i hear everything from a bees haze to the underlying daze

of a bird and a fly and frog if you must from forests,

and space alike watching it all come to life sitting

under a tree eating banana and strawberry

watching your messy hair 

and your gentle smile and then i move myself, 

that was the time, 

but it didn't have it all or i wouldn't bow to fall

 i would take your hand as you take me by your gentle nudge,

come on outside,

there's a lot to munch

but it always feels like i'm eating brunch

and then the moment starts to occur and the birds

start to flutter and a city of life in thrive

and there's more to see and much much more

to be and your gentle footsteps 

did guide you to where you had to be just not in the time, 

the future is still meant to be so just watch these 

lines and these directions come alive,

and follow the rail and electricity 

and light follow it all let your senses be enticed, 

it's a city of bright souls and burning gold and 

whats there to unfold is that there is nothing,

that is not planned, 

and there is everything that is left unmanned

as you walk past the gates in gentle or rush

you see what happens when its all over, the falling dust.

In your own sounds you've invested the trust

and now it's beyond power or lust.

It's the virtue to explore as you walk into open doors,

flying in your smile, and inquisitive all the time.

It's the only fuel that drives us, 

it's curiosity and its the foretold 

and you mess up your minds as you try to make up rhymes

of what i must be to you or what you must think i do,

or i is it you or i is me, 

or what are you trying to see, between the lines,

it's nothing but a shrine, 

a value if you must, 

it's the added color to every dish,

it's that extra pound of ice, that makes the biggest boat sink

but it does happen and when it does, there is a gush.

A strong wind, a gentler tide,

it's always greener on the other side.

But on both those sides stand persons 

who look at one another from their own sides, 

and then they understand 

that's how it's all meant to thrive.

To make sense of 2, there must be a 4. 

To make sense of 6 there must be a 12. 

What are these dungeons in which we dwell.

What are these places, where i've visited before.

Only now do i feel like i'm 104. 

But that's not the point, look at me, i'm just young, 

I've been curious and i've been stung, 

I've been caught up in the witches battle, 

i've been riding a horse without a saddle.

Think, if what you feel is that what you think, you feel.

Do you know then how to close the deal.?

It's a state of mind yo.

One Step Closer

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I'd like to tell you i know more now,

I'd like to tell you i see further than before now.

But you ask me how?

You ask me when will you see?

It's all in my head?

That's the only thing you think i dread.

That's the only way you see me shine.

That's the only way you feel i'm divine.

But i tell you, not now.

It's not the question of how.

How, or why or when,

When did this melody begin?

So i take you back,

A couple of years untold.

A piece of worthless dime.

It's scratched like it was never gold.

What's in a name, what's in the bag?

What's the hall of fame, when is the momentary lapse?

I asked you what you see, when you see me.

You told me you find you, and then you can be me.

But that's not right, why can't i gather insight?

Or how can you, when you're not you.

But you're trying to be you,

Like different shades of blue.

When you see the darkness, 

you shine your light.

When you feel the darkness,

you find your soul and might.

It empowers your soul, 

your blood bursts red,

your power flows in waves,

in a flux of threads.

They entangle the atmosphere,

they hang over walls,

they drown any reason, 

any shimmer or calls.

Shiny eyes, them shiny white eyes.

How does it feel like,

When you learn it's a disguise.

How do you know even, 

what's about to rise?

It's simple.

I feel it,

Before you see it.

I can be it.

I can guess your chit.

What can you call me?

A liar, a deception.

Well, every great idea was born through conception.

And when it takes shape, 

as it gently takes form.

Like a razor sharp knife,

or the thunder before the storm.

Dissolving all pain, 

and circling the dust,

carrying it all around. 

Breaking your only crust.

It rips through your face,

cuts through your skin.

Then the true you evolves,

coming out of your sin.

What you find is the face,

where people find no trace.

What's the identity, 

or the task,

And what's left to last?

People, people, people.

Walking everywhere, eyes about.

Gently looking, or staring without a doubt.

Where have these new roots sprout?

What can you call, when you can't shout?

I tell you now, try and find no reason.

Just go with season,

it goes by fast.

It's cold now,

But it's colder when it's dark.

When you see the morning sun shine,

Bow down and take a blessing from the divine.

Closer we are now, to where we are going.

What is this piercing new breeze that's gently flowing?

What is this simple wind of sorrow,

why does it not feel like it's hollow.

You begin to see, what it's like to be free.

There is free will, there is freedom.

That's what it's called.

It's the same thing.

What you do with it, is up to you.

Can you try and change the color, the hue?

Or tweak up the contrast, make the dark ones blast.

Splatter over the page, 

patterns twirling like a maze,

like a spider gently walks into its web,

knowing there's a dear friend, waiting in the end.

Crawling up, it's claws inside, looking at lunch.

Whats there to hide?

The eyes shine, its screaming out.

But the mouth is shut, it can't even pout.

In gentle delight, the lunch is made.

There is never a rule, that the queen forbade.

It's choice, and matters that rule us all.

It's our power to try and take the fall.

Or run.

why don't you.

Run like hell.

Climb up the hill, till your knees swell.

But once at the peak, do look down.

Take a ski board, and plunge without a frown.

If you don't go forward, that silence will dissolve you,

But you can float inward, then nothing can grab you.

There are memories, they come rushing to stab you.

Take it, over and over again take it.

Till the knife is sharp no more,

Till nothing is left to cut no more.

Till the surface is ripped apart, and torn to bits.

What will you find then, what will take those hits?

I try to tell you, don't compare.

I try to tell you, try yourself, dare.

What's with that stare?

Work it out, can't you smile first?

What's water if it doesn't quench thirst?

I want to cease, i want to stop.

I want to turn blind, to all those shops.

I want to make my bread,

And sew with my own thread.

After all,

It's the best a man can get.

Va bene?

Namaste!

Soul Psykik

Sat Namm

The truth is, what i'm searching for is everywhere. 
Yet, it is nowhere.














You see, its a choice of lifestyle.
Simple things that make a difference.
Yet, they don't ever matter. Never will.

 What you see is what you get.
Yet you'll be a man filled with regret.
Happiness is such, that temporary it's a must.

You see their pain, and it becomes yours.
This is what i call the irony of our age.
This is why, the whole world is a stage.
When you know beyond what you can grasp.

You finally collapse.
Your imagination is beyond imaginary.
That's why they call you a visionary.


But a visionary,

has a vision that's scary.
You see, it doesn't exist.

Yet you see, it does.
It's all about what your eyes can't see.
It's all about what they can never be.
It's a choice of lifestyle.

Here or there, everything is the same.
Of course, the atmosphere is different.
But the story stays the same,
Through the money and the fame.

The places may change,
but as humans we refrain.
We can be much more,
we can swim from shore to shore.

Tears, i need.
Tears, indeed.

But none come out,
Until there is no more doubt.

Wings we have sprout.
But fly, we cannot.

Soar we can, that's the simple plan.
But how far are you willing to go.

After all,
materialism is all there is to show.

There's an option,
Go slow.

But when you do, you become the flow.
And when eyes and ears you can be,
What happens to your own?
Where do they go.
In a carnival of rust,

You're just a ghost in the dust.
Not a part of the plane.
Yet, a dart in the game.

You see, and they feel.

You hear, and they pain.
And then it ripples,
with immense power.
And then the fury upon you showers.
Where will you go.
When there's no one left to save you from yourself.



The truth is my identity.

The truth is all i am.
Whoever has to find me, will find me.
Whoever has to confide in me.

Whoever has to bind with me.
I remain transparent.
It's apparent.
It's all there is.

I am all there is.
I love you all.
I shall never fall.


Just, pick up my call.
Because when the time comes,
You will hear a million hums.

Of hearts that you've broken.
And ties that you've severed.



May the peace find you.
May the light find you.

May love surround you.
Thank you Max, Manuella, Sara, Jasbhagat, Ajja, Naima, Parvati Records and all the other beautiful beings!

Grazie mille Blackmoon 2014, Italy                                                                                                                                             - Soul Psykik

GOA- The Source - StarGazer Pt. 2

Note: This post is in continuance to my post from Mahashivaratri, Goa 2013 -
http://tongue-tied-obsessive-dreams.blogspot.in/2013/03/star-gazer-goa-source.html

And so it seems that a divine time has cast it's magick spell upon us.
The GoanMantra is in the air.

Tranquility(top symbol), Sun/Moon/Horizon(Right)- Goa2013

WATER(center symbol) - GOA 2014

 We have traveled centuries beyond to finally reach this place of eternal bliss.
A time in place and history where nothing more has been foretold
or what happens tomorrow cannot be perceived by anyone,
 before tomorrow is actually today.

Sunset, @ Chronicle, Vagator

And so it's a first time for all of us.
There's this happiness in the air, a sense of belonging and freedom
 and not only to the places we were once comfortable in and called them home,
 but to anywhere and everywhere, and the whole arena seems to be our home.

Welcoming and friendly, there's atmospheric delight and grand insight.
It's a first time for all of us.

The source, from where everything arises and goes back to,
 has transcended into a massive black hole.
A black hole being something where there is nothing,
hence being the something where there is everything.
A place where nothing exists to give rise to everything that exists.

Anything that you can see, and imagine is yours to touch, feel and be.
It's truly the essence of who we are and what we do that defines us and where we go.
What we do with this life is it's only meaning.
Whatever meaning we want to give it.

Fear not amongst darkness and intimidation,
 as they are just illusions, of things which cannot exist without us.
As without us, there would be nothing to fear from.

Yes, our own self. The mirror that creates.

You see the fear in front of you?
 That's reflected by your own being and it's you.

Art produced in GOA by Malvika Jay

It is you and you are a part of it.
Enter the mud filled pit.

Enter the dark hole, and let the journey unfold.
After all were all born in darkness
to be able to live in the light,
but to live in the light your own
daemons you have to fight.

Once they perish, 
these moments you may cherish.
Of course, i love the dark.
It's where the brightest of stars are born.

Darkness is chaos, and you have to have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.

So dive into the chaos, become one with it.
Melt with it, and submerge yourself in your horror.


There will come a time when there is none left to submerge with,
and all your light and insight will converge.
Into one massive beam of white bright light.
Light so powerful, that even the blind may see it, or at least. Feel it.
They'll know we have everything to show, and nothing to hide.

We have become the ocean and it's powerful tides.
Into the wild desert we ride.
To look back is to look into fear,
Switch your gear, into infinity you may steer.
You are the captain, and you're the ship.
Your choices make you sink, your choices make you blink.
Your choices make you sail, your choices make you frail.
Your choices will make you fly, your choices will get you high.
And then you can try,and try to be divine.
Look for the omens, look for the sacred signs,
and closer you may be, for your destiny to unwind.

Flea Market @ Anjuna

You look for the sea and you find the sun,
you look for the horizon and you find none.
And then you complain, what life this is?
It's only what life ever is.
It gives you what you are,  it shows you whether you've come far.
Far from your pain, or far from your games, Or far from where you were.

Time to let those memories stir.

Time, is a natural healer.
They say patience is the worthiest trait of all.
It gives you that feeling of sitting down in silence,
with your vision focused and gently fixed with eyes at the horizon.
Which seek nothing, but knowing.
Knowing what comes, knowing what stands.
Knowing how to swim by any shark that opens it's jaws for prey.

Vantara Vichitra Label Party @ Monkey Valley, 17th Feb

You can surpass it of course.
You just have to be that underdog fish who sensed the shark,
before it arrives with it's gaping teeth, ready to shred.
But then again, it demands patience.
Not to loose yourself, against the fear or it's power.
Like everything else,
You can't just dive into the water knowing not how to swim.
And not expect to almost drown, at least twice.



But the third time you're drowning,
You'll already have known what's your last spot to survive,
and choose to give that last willing boost,
That spurt of pure and sheer power in you.
To cut through the waves, and fly out.
Through the water and into the sky.

And then you can shout out.
'I'm alive! '.
I'm a human being, darn it!

Portal Mechanism, 19 Feb, Soul Psykik

I am light 
I am infinite 
I am the channel 
I am expanding 
I am psychedelic 
I am vibration 
I am timeless 
I am unity 
I am activating 
I am resonate 
I am galactic 
I am radiant 
I am defined 
I am electric 
I am lunar 

I am magnetic 
I am planetary 
I am balanced 
I am organized 
I am connected 
I am inspired 
I am in harmony 
I am integrity 
I am perfect 
I am manifestation 
I am dissolving 
I am releasing 
I am liberated 
I am dedicated 
I am universalized 
I am enduring 
I am transcending mantra 
I am being 
I am communicating 
I am spirit 
I am breathing 
I am cosmic 
I am essence 
I am power 
I am action 
I am dreaming 
I am abundance 
I am intuition 
I am GOD 
I am extreme 
I am internal and external 
I am eye am flowering 
I am clocking 
I am aware 
I am life force 
I am surviving 
I am DMT 
I am spiraling 
I am art 
I am accomplishing 
I am healing 
I am beauty 
I am elegance 

I am pure 
I am flowing 
I am love 
I am chakras 
I am coinciding 
I am playing 
I am magic 
I am illusive 
I am free will 
I am wise 
I am exploring 
I am space and time 
I am waking life 
I am vivid 
I am enchanting 
I am timelessness 
I am incomplete infinite design 
I am alien 
I am human 
I am receptive 
I am vision 
I am energy 
I am mindful 
I am questioning 
I am answering 
I am intelligent 
I am fearless 
I am evolving 
I am eye I am opening my 3rd eye to the unseen vision 
I am translating 
I am synchronicity 
I am reflecting 
I am endlessness 
I am order and chaos 

Art produced in GOA by Malvika Jay

I am the Tao 
I am crystallized 
I am self generation 
I am affirming 
I am enlightened 
I am life 
I am tone 
I am color 
I am electronic 
I am lunar I am solar 
I am opposite I am polar language 
I am radial 
I am particles of plasma 
I am endurance 
I am cosmic 
I am releasing 
I am liberated 
I am perfect 
I am pulsing 
I am realizing 
I am the 1 because the 1 are all 
I am form 
I am in the infinite nothing that becomes the everything 
I am symbolic 
I am relative 
I am the divine spirit that harmonizes with the laws 
I am projecting the digital loom 
I am the tool of experiencing desire 
I am and finding ecstasy in process 
I am We, we are YOU
- Galactic Mantra ( Liquid Soul )

Sunset @ Fisherman's Shore, Chapora

Namaste, Love and Light from GOA
(The place where everything comes from and the place where everything goes back to)
The Source. Always expanding, ever contracting.
Love to all my friends all across the globe.

My Reach, Is GLOBAL.


My Tower,  SECURE.


My Cause, Is NOBLE.


My POWER IS PURE.

Danke schön
In attesa di un anno di istruzione superiore in Italia, in Europa!
Verità prevalga

Soul Psykik, 2014

Trance-formation

I don't know how to say this or what to start with but i do know what to end with. 

Welcome, to the altered states.

Digital Representation by http://thedesignmeaculpa.tumblr.com/

It's the beginning of the beginning and the end of the end but it seems like just another bend. 

The road goes on, and so does the travel. 

Its how destiny unravels as the world sinks through holes,

and the gentle surface of nature twirls, and we find ourselves lost in space.

A time hole of sorts. 
Where at will and power arise ,thrills like meteor showers.

We are wired into a time of technology and development,
 and advancement of thought.

For centuries the medieval have fought,
 but here comes and era of 200 screaming beats,

blasted through the floor, bombarded through the streets.

Memories they last, and when the present collapses,

comes an endless bubble of unforeseen trouble, 

as we anticipate how to run, and how the story comes undone.

But that's the thing about the moment, we can cry and wail and torment.

There is nothing like the flow, there is nothing like being judged.

There is nothing like having your life in front of you smudged.

Your center of gravity is all that keeps you from insanity.

Don't have to refrain from profanity.

Don't be that guy.

I called you once, i called you twice.

I did not think about you after the thrice.

I just kept you with me so you can be,

and here you are just the same flower.

Brighter in my soul, my heart weaving your gold.

What is it oh love, what is it above.

From where arose the spice, what brings your skin to a boil?

Does it have to spill turmoil.

I roll from ground to ground, only to find these flashes surround.

I have this journey without an end, I am the path, however much you bend.

You have to walk on me, and i am your vehicle.

So where will you live, once you perish my name.

What will you train, once you've lost your own brain.

It's a matter of words, and words are all i have.

Word's are all we have, words are what make us laugh.

Smile, its simple. 

It has to be, once you know how not to flee.

Once you know what it means to pain.

Once you know what it means to gain.

Once you know what it means to feel.

Once you know what it means to see.

Music. It's us, it's everywhere.

I'm everywhere, you are everywhere.

Wherever you stare for too long you find,

How deep these memories, have you bind.

What art you make, what books you create.

What norms you hate, what armor you make.

You are your captain, you are your ship.

You are your flight. 

Just spread your wings.

And thus you'll find.

You taste everything just fine.

The colors you eat, your eyes will teach.

What you see is what you saw, what you see is what the universe saw.

It goes up, it goes down,

With perfect weight, it balances around.

When the other side is humble as my tide is,

it will dissolve into the ocean.

When the motion is upset, The situation will demand regret,

and once we enter the void,

It's only my floyd.

My echoing silence, wave forms twisted via violins.

Music to my ears, from emotions to tears, we feel it all.

But we never take its fall.

Watch, don't stare. Observe but don't glare. 

Or what's the point, you see what you want.

Whether its a victory glance, or a miscalculated taunt.

Either way, it's the same checker board.

The king checks his mate, the cards exclaim fold.

It will rain like never before, water will prevail as the age arises,

And the rivers will gush, they're over excited.

To find this way, is what i'm built for.

To rest in any hay, with a child like heart.

As innocent we are, we try not to lose our spark.

It's a mellow world out there, colors sometimes collide.

But that's the good thing about colors.

They're all just art.

Small colors to a big story. The macro-scopic picture.

But just like any hologram, the color is the macroscopic picture itself.

As without a world of it's own blue, how can it ever be navy hue?

Or touch the sky and absorb it's calm, or apply its sensuous turquoise charm.

I've told you once and i tell you again.

Don't try it, let it try you.

Don't fry it, let it fry you.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

If only you pondered upon my words a little longer ...

Whilst entering this sacred space, 

do not lurk for a scent or trace.

My beautiful thoughts will reconcile

 your beautiful mind.

You wouldn't recognize the place you'll find. 

All in all you are meant to be divine,

 so look more around you.

There is a lot of time.

Don't lose your world,

 it's that which you stand upon.

To be the universe.

You're already there, already a part of it.

Your fingers already know what to play,

And how to play fair, it's the technological nightmare.

In the night comes power, and with power comes clarity.

In the day comes silence, in silence comes strength.

What's the ongoing trend?

I admire your lack of judgement in your endeavors,

but don't lose your soul whilst your try and be clever.

If the rest of the planet were to absorb these waves,

wonder how many other strings they'd fray.

How many lives they'd save and how mammy wives they'd make.

Agni, Fire.

The amount cast upon revives itself tri-fold. It burns the spark itself.

Why would you try fire against fire? It would only multiply in failure to comply,

and render its very existence into the most revengeful color you haven't known.

Because what comes from within will never be part of the sin.

Purity

Is when your eyes are smiling and your mind is silent.

Your bodily vehicle parked.

Don't just be the spark. Be the fuel, light yourself on fire.

Seek those who fan your flames (rumi).

Abandon your only game, it is your name.

If you are one, you are none.

When you are all, you can never fall.

Try to realize it's all within yourself, no one else can make you see.

And to say that really only we're all once and life goes on within you and without you.

Innocence, when you find 'it'. You find 'you'.

But will it ever find you?

Depends on your innocent blue days. 
Where there is no hay, no games to play.

Look down upon, or frown upon.

Or enter the town and parade your crown.

Only time can tell, where your knowing may dwell.

It's the spur of the moment. Its where all the magic lies.

Come, join me.

He once exclaimed! 

" Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god, wandering. Wandering, hopeless nights. Out here in the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we are stoned, immaculate. "

Back in those days where everything was simpler and more confused.

It's a funny thing about music. 

You can hear it, but you see it.

You can't tell that you're sinking but you can feel it.

You feel it, but then you want to be it.

When you be it, you know what it is.

It is you, you have become it.

Happy 2014.

All the love and light to you.

May you 'be'.

Joy, is the word of the year.

https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/the-year-of-tranceformation

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