Traveler.

There there. The soul purpose of the Shepard is to travel. It doesn't matter what strings the watcher might pull, and it doesn't matter how it's all going to spin. Why?

One word. ' Maktub'.
It is all written.
The hand which wrote, is talking to us.
But in this free will universe, it is up to us to respond to it.
People talk about recognizing omens and moments falling across your path,
and it may seem like another occurrence from the band of illusions.


But really, think about it? Is it?
Is it just another coincidence. Yet, another coincidence?
Of course, smile. You know what i'm talking about.
How could you relate to the coincidences otherwise?
Surely, there must be something between you and me that is saying something more.
It's just a shadow that you're seeing, that he's chasing.
Ah, you get it now.
Talent.

That was Bob Dylan in the 60s, where it all began.
Where the birth of interpretation took place.
It's just a simple time, don't you see.
Where everything is in the form of clarity.
But the condition is only one.
Would you accept that clarity?
Would you smile about it along your day, or think about what comes, it may?
Will it find you or would you find it, in the end it's just waiting for you.
Don't you wait for it to find you, because if you can't find it, it will blind you.
Of course, only when it comes.

@Hysteria, Bangalore, India

Time.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me.
I'm not sleepy, and there ain't no place i'm going to.
The Beatles, were very right. Weren't they.
Without going out of my door, you can know all things around you.
Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream.
This is not dying. This not fading.
Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void.
It is shining, It is SHINING.

So have you? Did you turn it off?
Or did it just come along with you, tell your heart i told you so?
Well if it's the latter, i'll tell you a thing or two.
And then maybe you can ponder upon it.

Remember Jim?
You cannot petition the lord with prayer.
Can he give you sanctuary, you want a place to hide?
Is there a moon in your window, is madness laughing?
Winter is coming, and along with it all the magic in the world.
Innocence and power, wasn't it just all about that.
Power, embraced.
But innocence, where did that go?
After all, we're children inside.
The children of god.
Surely, there must be some power in the infinite, don't you think?
They sang those songs, then.
We live those songs, now.
So how is it still so unclear, as to why you have expectations.
Don't have any. You'll be surprised how things reach you.

Successful hills are here to stay. Everything must be this way.
All that you touch, all that you see. Everything under the sun is in tune.
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
An echo of a distant time, comes willowing across the sand.
Everything is green and submarine.

Dreams, they do teach you don't they?
It's never just a dream, its a voice inside your head telling you its you.
Everything, is within, there is nothing without.
Whatever you seek is right here, don't shut your eyes.
Talk to me, and we will ride majestically through the universe.
There is no alternate universe.
This is the universe of universes.
Time and space.
Energy.
Manifestation.
It's all here.
Shiny eyes, aren't they.
They glimpse and show me minute seconds of what you want.
How you want.
And where you want it.  Clairvoyance.
I believe the only truth, the heart, what resonates. What is right.
And will always be.
Don't judge me, i was born like that.
It's silence, that tells me, more than anything.
I feel good, i do. It's because nothing will ever be the same.
And it's how this world is.
We evolve towards history.
Don't you see.
What once was, will again be.
Only differently.
In the now.

The evolution of mankind is built upon discovering your roots,
and then seeing how far down they go. Which will show how high up will you rise.
And born for excellence, aren't you excited to go where your heart shows?
IT is never wrong, for any. Whatever feeling you feel, don't fight it no?
Just go with it, and feel it to your core. Let it lift you up, shake you inside.
And then, you can ride, the tide.
Confide.
Doesn't it feel good? Of course, it will.
Once you clear the bill?
Once you climb the hill?
Once you touch the throne.
She's moonlight.
He's the morning sun.
Shanti, under the sun, Shakti under the moon.
Music, power, love.

Jimmy, had us all know beforehand.
When the power of love overcomes, the love of power.
The world will know peace.
Don't you want to know what real peace feels like?
No one said it's not going to be a rough road.
But, it depends, you see.
How good are your tires?
How well do you drive?
People in those days had to walk to where they were going, in order to be there.
We are driving, that's the force our generation has been provided with.
It's faster, and also gives you less reaction time, less experience than what walking the road
would give you.

So what comes may, accept how it is, and how it unfolds, because you never know,
how deep the rabbit hole goes.
But once you're in it, dance. And take the chance.
You might find tears of joy.

Dance, is a form of expression.
Like you become the song, you become the dance.
You're not the dancer.
You're the dance.
The dancer is the one who is playing the music.
You're telling yourself, your world what the dancer has provided.
Your emotions are true, because somehow you relate to the dancer.
You feel what he/she has felt. You live it.
You express it.
Don't hold back, charge your feet, and the universe will greet.
Atmospheric presence, it may surprise you.
How many times, it may try you.
But if you're you, then don't be blue.
It's not about you.
It's what it's all about.
Go ahead, shout.
Stomp. Dance. Celebrate. Create.

A start to a new day brings about a new hay for the horses have been chewing the same old gaze.
What do we find in the purple haze?
Stories of your past, well memory has them last.
You can choose them to haunt your or you can begin a fresh start.

It has to come from the very heart.

Of course, it's your own soul you have got to be smart.
Or you just might take the dart.
But take the fall with every call or destiny you will have to call.
It won't find you if you mean to blind you.
You have to be aware. Not beware.
Sit there and stare, smile and not glare.

Don't let the sorrows of yesterday burn the joys of today and you will free fall.

I think you'll feel what you call relief. That whatever is happening, wasn't it going to happen anyway?
What can you do? It's the way we're made.
That's why they say, i'm only human.
We cane perceive whats to come.
So we chose to be achievers.
We are the dreamers.

With nothing more left to hide. The best we can do is confide.
And bring in the new tide.
The ways of joy.
Yeah they go tingling up your neck don't they.

The deeper connection, after all its there for a reason.
Because together see what a force we may become, when there is no web to be spun!
Shadows of your one soul. It's the only goal.
We do not disregard what's been told.
Again, we have to be bold.
We stand tall.
We never take the fall.
That is the only call.

That is the one true cause, which is why in the end, the crowd will applaud.
Stories have been told, memories never become old.
And our heart.
It's never sold.
And that is how, the alchemist turned lead into gold.

The bond of friendship can never be lost, all the seas together we cross,
and if one of our sailors fall a bit short,
With compassion we try to sort.
But don't let the image of yourself distort, because then you'll forget your own spark.
You're a child of nature, you're a sacred creature. Stand up to your own self, and bow to your glory.
Take the sword, take the shield, and strive forward.

The sorrow and the joy, will never break the boy.
That never from this day, his will they'll take away.

Detachment.
Have you ever wondered about the thought?
We're looking for something that's already found us.
People want to know the truth, people ask what the truth is.
They already know the truth. The truth is everywhere.
Anybody with ears open, and minds only as a token, not a  master can listen.

They feel the truth, they know its there around somewhere.
They just want to be told over and over again,
what they already know so they can actually begin to know.
We begin to understand that there is this feeling inside us that's telling us it's right.
We have to know it with all our might.
They wait for an insight and sometimes fight, sometimes hide.

So did i.

But i'm starting to know' see' feel and be.
What it's like to be free.
The ego can tell its tales to which we may sometimes hail.
But why be frail?
Is it just a game. And when it ends will you disregard your trends.
The path you have to bend?
But what the bending may cost you, you may know. Sometimes it may snow.
It's cold out there.
The sun has a glare.
Where can you hide if the truth you're trying to fight.
Again, insight.

Choose not to be blind. Destiny you will find. Your destiny.
Calling you to walk, not over it, but with it.
Closer to the hearts.
Closer to your own hearts.
Choose to top your own chart.
Make a new start.
Happy Birthday.

Soul.
A meter reading of the purest vibration, it requires only a bit of your concentration.
You give back just a humble vibration and be open to all.
Acceptance should never fall.
You give only a smile, and assurance from the purest nile,
It's not about a thousand miles.
It's about error and trial.
Be good at what you do, what you know how to.
Be blue, but let your music take you through.
You just dance, like you always have.
It's golden, and bright.
Express with all your might.

So now you feel fine, your answers have shined.
Truth always prevails, the universal religion has left you trails.
Your soul you must follow, and accomplish this only task.
This coming straight from freedom blast, The Goan sound.
It astounds, doesn't it?
Nothing shall hide from your sight.
As long as intuition is your guide, you have the power to glide.
But remember, intuition comes from the heart, not the mind.
Never be unkind. After all, we're all mankind.
Mistakes are a part, stupidity is not.
Seeing the truth, and knowing the truth and still not comprehending the truth.
Is not a part. Just another dart.

Do not disregard yourself, do not count the trophies on your shelves.
Slay the egoic voice, that comes from doors far away.
They creak and shall go on creaking, but feel your beat, and stomp away.
The strings they try to fray.
If it is fury you want to show, give it your beastly, masterful throw.
Just Be the bow.
The arrow will reach where it has to.

And you will feel the power of purity in your veins.
Purity is you, so you will see what you are.
So rejoice, and smile, and walk those miles.
Your calm breath shall not stain.
You will only gain, from the artist you've named.
Wisdom, Balance, Kindness, Fury, Wrath, Shamanism, Goodness, Celebration.
SMILE.

Soul Psykik, MacroCosm ( 04.08.2013 )

Music, you see.

The state of mind you produce it in, will mark whats inside the song.
The message the feeling will dissolve into the tune and you shall feel free.
Truly, the freedom from all states of mind and sharing what you feel with the world.
What more flavor of productive could you ask for?
You are the one soul and your sound is what your soul says to you.
Your heart, it sounds like this. Experience your own bliss.
It gets better. With every turn you make you evolve, you solve.
The call, the ecstasy, the joy. The pain, the loss, the slippery moss.
Confusions, conclusions, this is evolution.
The story.
It's yours and you're the one who interprets it.
You give the sound a definition of how you have felt it coming out of you.
If you can make someone feel something with the sound, it's because that someone can,
in some way relate and perceive your story as his/her story and together when stories are mixed,
they only give birth to new stories. Stories to be experienced.
History is told to create more history, and the present becomes the future, which is creating the history to occur as the future. Till the new day might take over and bring back the past, which we were in when we began to create history.
I don't know if you understand, but if you do. You're right.
The past, the present, the future. Are all here.
In one single bundle.
The moment. There is only the moment.
In the now.

And we laugh!
We're not the ones to ask how.
We smile easy, our eyes aren't greasy.
We know. This is the grand show.
The one true stage. The cosmos.

Fireworks. Electricity. Blue waves. Red Haze. Tingling. Floating. Quoting.
Rejoicing. Exclaiming. Percussion. Playing. Laughing. Experimenting. Kibbitz. Jamming.
Smooth. Blues. Jazz.Master. Spanish. Macro. Mixolydian. Country. Romance. God.
Loss. Gain. Pain. Want. Need. Love. Emotion. Silence. Stillness. Regard.
Memory. Life. Moments. Soul. Wild. Safe. Protected. Heart. Miss. Wish.
Togetherness. Gratitude. Sharing. Care. Affection. Innocence.
Stupidity. Sing. Think. Smile. Shine. Fearless. Fire. Desire. Achievement.
Goals. Dreams. Power. Drive. Master.Mind. Detachment. Attachment. Utility.
Speed. Accuracy. Vision. Clairvoyance. Crystal. Saline. Smell.
Aura. Cosmos. Energy. Ironic. Spell. Light. White. Bright. Insight.
Fight. Strength. Tough. Maturity. Security. Decision Making.
Management. Conversational. Focused. Headstrong. Dance. Sun.
Empathy. Magic. Sorcery. Healing. Feeling. Talking. Expressing.
Harmony. Balance. Rhythm. Closure. Composure. Enclosure.
Rigidity. Sailor. Sea. Forest. Traveler. Heart. Bond. LIMITLESS.

Namaste :)
United Expansion of Mind ( UEM )

Here's a short story coming up.
Winter is coming.
Composition, Soul Psykik.
Re-mastered.

https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/winter-is-coming

Soft as we can, we have found the way.

What can i really express about this wonderful land of ancient stories,
where we find ourselves always changing,
and blending into traditions of civilizations gone by.

Where can you find such belonging, of bonds and memories, of visions of the past,
projections of the future, the stillness of the present midst all the madness,
all the shouting, all the laughter and all the celebration going on out there.
There is a language in the air.

The unspoken language.

The conveying of transmissions through electric cables,
networking and binding together the intranet.
This reminds me of a tale, told a thousand times.
The truth is behind those who are blind.
Seeking is not a choice, it comes from within.
In new tunes we rejoice.

A path of professionalism we begin.We step into a million shades of our own,
the seeds are now to be harvested, once long ago sown.
I introduce a path, a universal one.
We are not just bound to this country, but to mother EARTH.
Where the guiding force remains this language,
of understanding, compassion, truth and fearlessness.
The perfect moment, is the only moment, grab it or don't contemplate about it.
It is coming, it is always coming. It will come.
Silence.

What you need to drown into, is silence.
Where the shake of every stream of vibration,
tingles through you, silently or violently, it is up to you.
But be bold, as truth will unfold, and on comes a state of trance.
Now begins the one true chance, Enhance.

Winning in the morning light, seems like we've felt the tide,
with nothing more left to hide, We know what to do in order to thrive.
As clear as notions pass, devotions we have at last.
Music is the song of our hearts, the song itself we have become.
Now a new time has begun, a time to stun.
We have our guns in shapes of guitars and consoles of power.
We seek to learn and know how to unlearn,
in our journey be stern, and only the moment may turn,
As we stand still. 

The love-The lie-The love-The lie.

What's in store for tonight's theory, is the motion of our divine story.
what you seek is what you get, you push your minds beyond regret.
You know its the truth, we've chosen to not disregard our youth.
We don't seek for the fruit, we're in the motion of the divine devotion.

This majestic light, which comes out of our might's.
In the music, travelling beyond centuries lies a magical land;
It's gates lay unmanned.
We ought to know, it's the seeds we sow, we're in the flow.
Devotion to? Our hearts.
Whatever comes out.

So what have you sprout?

Do you doubt? Is there any question? Do you want redemption?
So you seek only now? What lies here? Right at this moment..
What's this vibration developing in your mind station,
what comes out of your heart?

Is it a golden spark?
Yes it is. It's white and shines. 
Do not be blind .
Yes its true. Indeed its like glue.
He pulled you out of your dark.
Recognized the golden spark.
Choose to love, choose to never regret.
Play those golden frets.
Explore, shine and be truly divine.
Live to your fullest spark. And also be aware, dare.

Look beyond what you're wanting to find.
You only have to unwind, its true destiny you're going to find.
Closer now, to the divine.

Thrive.

Would you stand there and just smile or do you plan to walk with me, a mile.
In search of the pure Nile, how much have you drank from the vial?
I cease to ponder upon what it is you wonder about.
Answers forming trails, the questions are very frail.
What is it that makes you afraid, your own soul you cannot trade. 

Its a message bonded in flesh and bones,
don't just stop at the golden throne.
Freedom, independence, harmony and expression.
It's time to honor our ancient tradition.
Like dragons we arise, like eagles we thrive,
the shamanic rituals we once again revive.
Like a true nature's child, we were born to be wild.
So take my hand and lets take the leap. 

Don't worry about steep, this is truly free fall.
If you tumble, crawl.
One day you will have the power to stand tall,
and oceans, winds, fire and earth shall resonate with your call.
Like a cheetah they have me prowl.

This world is a stage, we shall not withstand any fouls.
And if at night they put on cloaks,
and in the darkness intend to lurk,
our favorite notion comes into motion, the path of devotion, if you see it holy.
I will catch you. Slay you alive.
For the night is dark and full of terrors for some.

The shine in our eyes will glimmer so fine, the white wizards arise.
We surf over the tides.
Go ahead and be wise, because cunning was last season.
Here we capture messiahs of treason. 

All your games will fail, and truth shall prevail,
Be careful if you must, or we might just turn you into dust, There is no room for lies.
And if your purity, dissolves your insecurities, come child lets fly the skies. 

Tick..  Tock..  Tick..  Tock..

An untimely event occurs to instill surprise.
When it fails to surprise, it is just another event which has occurred.
Maya, this world of illusions. Politics. One face, different masks.
What you see in me is one mask, to my many different faces.
What you are allowed to explore is all the faces.
If you try and explore the mask, it will turn you into stone.

What good is knowing when there is no being left to know.

I speak to you with humble dialect, As i always have and will.
But do not judge to categorize what happens in front of your eyes.
Because who knows when you see from within and when you see from without.
All i can say is everything i am is within.
If you try and penetrate by breaking the crust, the crust will break you. 

If it is that important.
Penetrate the core so i can see your naked soul and you can see mine.

And i shall release the clamp on your throat you keep trying to gulp,
and once again we will converse.
Choose where you walk and you will know when to talk.
But as humans, on this realm.
A freewill universe. The choice is up to us.
So what you shall worship, you shall become.
And once you become, do not cease to worship,
Every cell of your body will tell you to breathe. 

Can't you do just that?

Easy, silent, echoing from distances,
just waiting for the tide you to take you to shore.
Or wash you into the ocean.
Either way, Don't be afraid.
You are still protected here ...

Who am i? I am time.

                                                                                           - Namaste,
                                                                                              Soul Psykik

Khajjal' 2013 - A Mini Art-Music Festival, 26th July, Tryst Music Cafe, Saket, New Delhi, India.

https://www.facebook.com/events/235023116622374/

                       Hello, i'd like to invite you all to my first gig, where i play Psychedelic Trance,

By the name of Soul Psykik, In New Delhi, India.

Tryst Music Cafe, Saket.

I hope to see you all there.

It has acts ranging from Classical Indian, Psychedelic Rock, Blues, Psychedelic Trance.

The Event link is mentioned at the top, And The flyer follows.

Thank you and wish to see you there.

My sounds -
https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/soul-psykik-wicked-beyond-the

http://www.mixcloud.com/soulpsykik/boom-lets-dance/

http://www.mixcloud.com/soulpsykik/stomp-soldiers/

http://www.mixcloud.com/soulpsykik/cest-la-vie-healing-music/

Along with that, we have two stage acts,

Meet the Bands :

https://www.facebook.com/Raagleela

https://www.facebook.com/TheUrbanEarlyMen

Fellow Psychedelic Artists :

https://soundcloud.com/macrocosm-3

https://soundcloud.com/twistedwaveform

And lots of art, by various artists. Be sure to be there!

Namaste!

People ask me, what is khajjal? Is it a word, is it an expression, is it a taunt, is it a shout, is it a call. What is ' khajjal '.

I'll tell you.

It's a feeling.
Like music, is what feelings sound like.
Khajjal, is a statement. It's curiosity. It's restlessness.
It's when your feet tell you to stomp your living heart out,
But your mind is still trying to figure out why you're feeling like this.

Khajjal 2013, And introduction to various tunes, ranging from Classical indian to psychedelic rock, funk to brilliant melodies and vocals.
To electronica, psychedelia. Twisted sounds.
All under one roof, in one night.

The whole point being, to find the hidden meaning.

If you look for a story, you'll find 6 different stories, 6 different dimensions,
forming a single story.
Forming a single dimension.

That dimension, my friends. Is Khajjal' 2013.

See you there, Passes out now.
Grab yours while it lasts.
3 days to go.

26th July, Tryst Music Cafe, Saket.
7pm Onwards.

‪#‎TrystMusicCafe‬ ‪#‎PsychedelicTrance‬ ‪#‎PsychedelicRock‬ ‪#‎Music‬ ‪#‎Art‬‪#‎CelebratingLife‬

Faith.

When i look up into the sky, i look through the clouds, over to those shiny stars.
I see those faces i have in my head, i see them in every star that twinkles.
Glimpses of moments, caught up in my mind, overpowered by emotion and temptation.
I lead myself into the dream of  my reality.
Those memories seem to be cutting deeply, the mourning never seems far away.
I look up to you, to see what's inside of me.
I never realized what i am , or what i was, i only thought of what i will be.


In the process, i forgot my present, time never stops for anyone.
I gave in to desire, i gave in to impulsion, i gave in to my heart.
But what i shouldn't have given up, was the power of my mind.
You should never doubt what your mind tells you to do, heart comes secondary.
You are what you are, and what you do is what you become.


I can never forget the satisfaction it gave me.
The contentment, the happiness.
A feeling of warmth, a feeling of hope.
It was beautiful, i hate to admit.
If you're wondering what it is, you just have to wonder about words.


Words can get you a long way across, but when you come to feeling those words,
they will haunt you for a lifetime.
The pain, isn't the problem, it's really not.
Pain is something i have learnt to deal with, along with every step i take,
every move i make, i feel pain.
Its the thought of losing control, it's the thought of not letting go, it's the thought of
loneliness, it's the thought of hostility, it's the thought of hurting, it's the thought of not having.


I feel you, in everything.
And when i feel you, it's worse.
Abandoning a sinking ship is easy, but it's the captains responsibility,
to go down with his ship.
Into the cold water, into the lonely ocean and away, deep down under,
away from reality, away from the world.


You can escape the dream, but you will never escape the reality.
Look back and wonder much?
Look in front.
Can you even perceive where the road will hit a bump, or just end?


I can't promise what comes next, but i can promise to be there when it comes.
To be there with who?
To be there with you.
In your head, in your soul.
Because when there's an end, there's always a story untold.


If you can dare to make a story unfold,
have the courage, continue to be bold.
If you stumble, if you fall,
it will hold you, just listen to my call.
.....................................................................................................................................


What i feel, is what is said by this song.
The vibrations, are tremendous.



" Do you really want to know,
tell me, tell me.
can you feel me letting go, slowly?
i'm scared to, fall into you.


But i want to,
feel you, touch you, know you.
And i want to,
so i let you set me free,
into sweet misery, sweet misery.


There's a hunger, do you know
feed me, feed me.
It's getting harder not to show,
free me.
i'm scared to, fall into you.


Why you always try to see, through me? "

- Tiesto - Sweet Misery.

The burning nerve ending magic trick.

It's you, it's the burning nerve ending magic trick. It's YOU.

Open this link in a new tab ^^ dim the lights, just listen to the song, it's not much.
Just a feeling. Take every song as it comes, every song is meant for someone to feel something at some point of time.

As my friend always says, Music is for everyone.


It's you, it's the burning nerve ending magic trick.
The creepy guy wailing behind you, you turn around but you wont see him.
He's here, there , everywhere. Popping sounds from everywhere.
It's you, it's the burning nerve ending magic trick.
It's like a sound of a car crashing towards you, its YOU.

The other guys screaming, he's angry.
He's fucking furious.
It's you, it's burning, nerve ending magic trick.
It's the demon coming.
It's YOU.

He's crying, out tears of laughter.
He's swirling on the floor laughing.
He can't control it anymore, he's losing contact.
It's you.

He's trying to swim on the floor, he's laughing.
He's angry. It's you.
He just want's to clap and scream out, he's losing it.

He's numb, he's trembling, he's shrieking, He's Shouting.
He's really angry.
It's you.
It's the burning, nerve ending magic trick.

This song really creeps me out.
But don't stop at that.


Every song, may it be like this one.
It's just a recording, there are no sounds. Nothing.

But the beauty of an artist is that, that they can make you hear, their feelings, through their work.
Hearing feelings, in sound. Love at first sound. That's music.

I only chose this as an example, because it really does make you feel.
Something isn't right.

It's you.