Synchronicity

The journey from the end to the beginning - Part I

And so i take you down a road, trodden on,
walked upon, passed by, 
but no one seems to notice the rough raw support it provides,
and has provided for era's together!
Talk about foundation, is it just a word with no meaning?
Most people realize the value of a foundation.
It's the source, the first step.
The point from where everything comes,
and the point where everything will end.
So what is this new evil trend we try,
and send on this roads natural bend?

Men. Power. Ruling. Dominance.
Where do you thing it has got you? how is it, that we, 
being the most supreme intellectuals,
as we are born to be, fall down to the shades of ignorance,
and disregard for humanity itself.
How is it, that we have become the walking dead,
with the vision of degenerating disguise.
I once again bring you upon the ocean.
Earth. Divine mother Earth.
You stand upon it and you dare to conquer it?
With your sly visions and your selfish appetite!
And you dare call it insight?
How can you be so naive and call it victory 
when your own soul's mate you trade?
You try and walk over women with all their aura and golden light, 
try to crush her intricate sense of self,
her veins of universal blood, you try and cut?
Just because you think you can?

Well, i am a man. Our voice, us.
 We are all men, the best of them, aiming to be.
To reach untouched heights, and we are proud to tell you.
Men, lost the battle.
You see, women are the divine creators of this universe we dwell in,
 let alone mother Earth.
And the masculine side,
has let down their values to sink down into lower realms,
the parasitic degenerate nest,
full of hunger, greed and selfish deeds and planting evil seeds.
But what you didn't realize, is that there is sorcery still alive.
The shamans, they thrive.
Tantra, Witchcraft, purely white.
Purely true. The all seeing. Clairvoyance.

Expression. The power that comes from within.
The time has come, now you will see.
We are all one, and life flows on within you and without you.
That, friend. Is what feminine energy is all about. 
Men were made to be of white aura, women of golden.
Now we have moved towards black aura, 
as men from lower dimensional lifestyles,
tried to make their mark on this world.
No more.

Your judgement has arrived. Sentenced to death, yet alive.
Walk dead, you are free. Your powers have been seized.
All you who have sinned, the Russian Roulette begins.
Your games for may, have landed you in the midst of the magic.
White wizardry i call it.
Where nothing goes unseen, and we laugh with joy.
The clean.
It's the soul you've been,
that decides your true seed, so take the bullet.
Put it in your gun. 
But we will decide, if you can fire it straight.
Into your heart, or into your brain.
Now you will be left with only one.
And fear, if it's your heart.
It will show you what you have done.
And for your mind, the journey has just begun. Chaos.

And so the band of illusions play..

Walking on a new path, he discovers the dark.
The unfamiliar surrounding makes him uncomfortable.
How can this surprise you, yet again?
Haven't you still hit the point of realization,
where you understand your own daemon?
And man up to kill it? No, i don't think so :)
Oh, how can you child.
When you still believe it's just another trip, another journey.
Something which will come to end when you can finally close your eyes.
Well, your soul is crying. Can you not hear me shout?
It is just a trip. But the trip called LIFE.

Oh, you're scared of this form are you?
Who is this person? Wasn't he my friend.
Who are these people, what are these strange trends?
And now you're in a million little pieces.
It's not just a dream. It never was just a dream.
It's you and the nature of parasitic sorts along you.
Just another brick in the wall and still you stand tall?
I'll tell you.

You''ll never get up until you embrace the fall.
The wild calls, don't you want to explore it all?
I guess you just want to hide for now, whilst your fields we plow.
Artistic clans are not made by man.
We were sent from above, any insecurity we shall shove.
For the time is now, and all that matters is here.
Ego shows, and so does fear.
Denial and smile don't go together, go pick up your feathers.
Your wings have been fell.
Fly another day. There is no more hay, no landscape.
No way you can escape.
You are now in the grave.
Till you scream and shout, and try and make a new self sprout.
Because time has been lost, that will never come back. Track.

White light, golden insight.

Track every minute from now, 
because little by little, the night comes around.
 And it's dark.
The knife is sharp. But violence? No.
Silence. Yes. Of course you're bound to be silent,
The rest not so surprised,
because the day has come where together we strive.
A child has been left behind.
A child who never grew, to whoever it wants to prove,
has left, there is no more air in the chest.
The path was always blessed,
but why was it never dressed?
In the new moon of the winter, 
when witches and wizards, wolves and vampires, 
dragons and zombies, animals and demons, and renegades survive.
Who will you hide behind?

The magic you will stumble upon.
 There is a new king in town.
Don't you again make him frown. 
Compassion is something which has been taken too much for granted.
The ones you had once taunted now dare you to be flaunted.
We are not the minority anymore.
Come, dare to soar.

Who am i? to say such to you, you question.
Who am i you ask, you laugh like you haven't been seen?
I am the all seeing, the all absorbing, the power,
the sacred energy of the universe.
I am the ocean from which everything has arose. 
Kalyani. The union.
And in the end you will come to seek rest on my soft bed, but dread.
For if you know your darkest truths,
i will make you reap it's fruit.
The fruit of who you truly are.
You will surpass my soft bed,
the holy nest, and you will drop into fire.
My better half.
The water and the flame are bound in sacred union.
The divine flame. 
The burning queen. 
You have heard about woman power.
Now see it, with your own eyes.
You, who are open to suggestibility,
you will not see tranquility.
Of course, i am not the judge, i am the messenger.
With my vision, sight. You can try and fight.
But my mere words are grabbing you by your throat.
You will slowly ingest the fire. Smile.
Its all you can do, because the divine spirit is here.
The balance between masculinity and femininity. 
The day wears our crown,
the night wears the divine mother's frown.
Time to drown.

The journey from the beginning to infinity - Part II

Oh, you have not known the magical power of love.
My eyes have seen you, and in you i have seen faith.
The world is small, and we are omnipresent.
We are the women of clarity and sons of sanity.
The ever absorbing. The muses rapt.
The sensitives will be king.
There's a paradigm shift going on.
Once again, we have arrived to the land of the Anunnaki.
The land of the ancients, live every breath with them.
Share wisdom, share knowledge.
Freedom we have found.
Welcome to the void.

A little girl, with nothing wrong,
and she's all alone! how?
Why?

How can such a beautiful creation of divine presence be alone?
It's because she is also the omnipresent, as we all are.
Seeing, knowing, feeling and being.
Suffering, pain and darkness.
When all you are is shining golden light.
Must be tough, of course.
It's the road less taken.
But we have stumbled upon golden days.
I found you. But then again, you found me.
Your pure silence.
Expresses a million butterflies dancing in the forest,
wrapped up in the comfort of the sun,
with the cool breeze whispering in our ears,
Oh we found, us.

The magic we now see, love.
It is always there.
You just have to Focus, Zoom In, and Enter.
Grab it.
Two eagles soar up the limitless universe,
the sky is only an illusion.
It was never the limit. 
Travelling galaxies, interstellar space. Infinity.
And at the high point, we embrace each other, hold hands, dive.
Across the universe.
Freedom, expression, faith, Shanti:h, Shakti.

Let's be weird together :)

Sunrise.
So a new page opens for us to discover
the pages of the book already written,and we are asked to read and be.
Molded and folded into a world of captivity,
where suffering is creativity as power is run by the hands of a few.
But the game we are about to chew because they only have a mind to play,
we have a heart no one can fray.
So lets raise our vibration and park our trains in their stations,
and screech our horns till the rose is rid of it's thorns.
Half the battle we've already won.

Tidal waves shower upon us like a day already occurred in the moonshine
of the night already passed and brings in the now which may be an extension.
An extension of the past about to occur as the present building a new future,
as we move into the moment.

Cluster and chaos may surround and we laugh and love in joy to prove,
non-existence of the existing terminology.
And we dance to our beats and disperse the heat, we don't need the cheats.
Lies have been told, memories torn to pieces and no regard has remained,
of what once was.
So, we gracefully breeze through and once more, we love.
Love like no other.
Truth prevails. Always has. Always will.
The triumph of good, over evil. As it should.

We create new wood. As the earlier trees have dried their own roots dry.
And we've learnt there's no point in crying.
The old days are dying.
And everyone is smiling. Shining.

Ascension connection.
Worthy are the beings of light as we know now.
We have won the fight.
The question remains that will the insults stain, or will our laughter prevail.
There's joy and celebration and we are called towards magic and creation.

The Pleadian Connection as she rises towards ascension.
No more can lies hide and no more will we blindly confide.
Happy birthday, 10 September 2013.
She gives rise to a sacred tide that will wash away all the sacrifice.
The pain will be gone and the devils will frown as they can transcend no more,
into our holy existence.
The European connection has synchronized itself into a weave of cloth and grains.
We give rise to a new garment of design.
The teacher, the healer and the creator. All in one sea.
All part of the ocean.
Of limitlessness. Of time and space.
We expand together, we forge new metal.
The shield and the sword which can only be witnessed. 
Always in action, and always blocking reactions.
Touch it and it will take away a big fraction and blind their hateful attraction.
Melt the game into their own frame.
Seal them in their own shame.

Travel through cosmos, harmonizing dimensions into one sea.
Digital art by Erika Nasticka
https://www.facebook.com/ErikaPsykick?fref=ts

Relationships become holy as we unfold the story of lies becoming clearer,
as nothing hides from the eyes that shine.
Reflection and deflection of your own thoughts into the air,
it carries itself around the majestic land and caresses the holy sand.
We once again become a part of where we come from.
The grassroots level.
Back down to the basics we glide into freedom as this is how it is like to wrestle, 
with no holds barred.
Truth is everywhere. Look at it. Stare.
But don't let go of who you are and you shall go far. 
Magic lies in the forest.

The den.

Back, from the holy land, of course things never go as planned. So why let the gates be manned?
Expect nothing but the best, and be prepared for the worst, clench your thirst.
Let go of the past, and live in the now and you will see how creativity shaped everything there is.
Everything to come into a color filled butterfly and give you flight. Into music.
Happiness, clarity, and vision. The man with a thousand voices talking perfectly loud.

You just have to make a decision and auto pilot in silence out of the unnecessary violence.
The game is over. And a new one is born.
Yes, it is about power and the women stand tall.
Take my call, break my fall.

This world is small and mejestically big at the same time.
So smile. Unwind.
Glide.

 Lots of love and power to the vibes, to NIFT Bengaluru & the inner circle.
You are wonderful, bright and shining women.
Create, go limitless!

Namaste :)
Soul Psykik & United Expansion of Mind
Peace, love and music.https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik
http://www.facebook.com/UnitedExpansionOfMind?fref=ts

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

Woman :The Mother, The Friend, The Lover, The Angel, The Goddess

When she's beautifully awake, look into the shine in her eyes, look for the sun as you see your world is spun.
You've got to really love her, love her with a loving feeling.

It's not the body, its the soul we seek, we teach how to tweak up our senses to feel, feel her grace as she walks on by, see her easy smile, it makes your heart race quite a while.
She's taught you how to see, how to love, how to be. Doesn't it make you happy, you chose to never judge her song, for we know how truly wrong it may be, when the beauty ceases and the tears make creases along the cracks of pain, on her soft gentle veins.

Oh don't you hurt her with analyzing eyes, she's naked to the truth and only your youth may speak. Don't push her into fire, she's already tripped the wire, why make her gaze into the dark, when your love is what lit her grace, it's her enlighting spark.

Oh beautiful auras you see, how innocence melts me deep.
In gratitude i've learnt to channel my eyes, to your graceful existence, your gentle entrancing tides.
On my shore you fell, without fear of the hell, produced by lies and illusions aside, you fiercely cried.
To souls alike, to understand the plight, how destinies children have turned blind!

You did not stop breathing, you never gave up your teaching, for castles made of sand fall to the sea eventually. We must fall back into her grace, admitting her holy presence, for her kindness has depth, she never was a part of our race.
We journey into the light, the light becomes our journey, creatures of nature we're beautiful to all, she looks into our eyes and cannot help but fall.
For they shine out the truth, it's time we get past youth.
You've got to really love them women, and you've got to love them with a feeling.

For ladies of love they're all reeling, a serene picture, waiting to rise above the ceiling.
Keep a smile on your soul, and embrace her gold, for revelations she has unfold.

I gave my faith and stomped into the tide, my emotions created electricity, my heart undid my toxicity.
I jumped and cried into the sea, i walked barefeet over stone, thorn and trees.
I shouted to be free, i cried to be me.
I fear not to bleed, for it is my holy deed.
I've bled inside, and already rose the tide,
it was time to fight, not to abandon flight!

You stood by me, and saw me shriek. They all blessed me with all they could teach. I had to flash my truth, i never intended to gain the fruit, i stood in the light, took the quantum leap.

Star child i'm called, in echoes i had them applaud, for i stopped not for once, i could not fail this blessed chance.
In this trance i'd dance, and smile to the onlookers glance.
These vibrations i emitted, have omitted my dark, the tree has now stripped out it's bark.
All i had to prove was that i"m better than you can see, for all i can be is me, whoever that is. And you had to see if i was to be set free.
My skin is fresh, my essence is clean, My heart radiates vibrant green.

She smiles into the sky, and tries to keep up, for destiny has flipped our luck. Meant to be in love and peace, freedom we seek, patient as gods of greece.
Don't be too hard on yourself she says, for only love has filled her gaze.

With her cosmos vibrating sitar, with her electric dancing power, her eyes green making life seem serene, her fingers gently plucking away scenes. Painting canvas over their love and light, thoughts in time, proving their fight, to dare we might and touch their lives, and with these goddesses we dance, we exclaim and jive.
Our connection is love, love of the only kind.
In respect and value do we always thrive.

Oh these women, you've got to love them with a feeling.
For if it's not love, it'll always be rough, and as she's sung, and gently had my head swung, she's been shown the other side, and she's seen the way things are. It's only love, it's only love.

Thank you women, for being who you are to us.
From dawn to dusk, your love is all we embrace,
your true power lies in your oh so gentle grace.

Oh dear mother, bless our race.
Children of love is our only face.

Star-Gazer : Goa - The Source

-- I express deep gratitude to all of you present in the show the past week. To Baba Mangalanand, Ariane Amma, SRM Chennai, NIFT Bengaluru, NIIT Hyderabad, Peter St. Martins, Queen Mother, Nika Saila, Gino Sonica, Micheal,  Edgar, Rohit from Traveller's Ink, Kama, Tim, Punny, Santosh, Sir Valentine, To all my friends from USSR, DUBAI, ISRAEL, EUROPE and everyone present at Hilltop, West End, Ashvem and Shiva Valley and my dear friend Tarren Silva from Goa. Also, to OSOM-Russia and Parvati Records-Goa and to looking forward to Universal Religion! Thank you all for your support, tolerance and light. --
-- RIP Scarlett Keeling, murdered 8 years ago in Goa. May justice fall your way. Our love and support stands with you --

Beauty unfolds in front of our eyes as the shallow tide falls into the sky, scatters into rays of water that's not afraid. We do not seek further judgement, we prowl only on abundance, only the truth shines and acceptance is never far behind. I know once a story, it's told a million times, and every other time it differs only in rhyme.

Into the jungle has this night taken us, creatures of nature stomp their feet, and the artist has taken his lead. The deeds done in favor of destiny, an atmospheric presence revealing ecstasy. A dance of destruction, once been called. The red in us has taken the fall.

We shall not preach what we do not teach, it's time to embrace the feather. For the leather in turn has changed the weather and an aura has escalated beyond. Far stories have now dropped into the pond and losses bear the haters. For what we chose is to embrace the creator.

The Earth, The Sun and The Universe arrive.
In treble, mediums and bass we jive.
We've just witnessed the ' Goa ' state of mind, we just passed through all we were waiting to find.
The land of two suns has come together, and breathe now deeper into a sense of calm, for the memories don't die, they create forever.

Purple, psychedelia, rave you ask?
Wisdom, intuition and intelligence arise from the dark.
The banyan tree has extended it's roots, in Goa we've discovered the fruit.
For it's not us, it's not them, and after all we're only ordinary men!
Geometry has brought us closer, the flower pattern of life expresses composure.

All i have is gratitude and respect, for another stage of life we've just checked.
And it's time for the final peck, open your minds and discard your deck.

Raise your vision, make your decisions.
The eyes shine, it's the only thing that would make you fine.
So look straight, focus through the darkness, for we have given way to our energies to harness.
Its best we now compose some calm, for soon it will be time to leave the farm.

When we go deep, we see the creep, that programming has us absorb.
Break the box and combine your thoughts, you know now, you can be better.
Your vision is intelligent, go ahead and behave like gentlemen, for its only your truth you will find.
Let's go behind, let dreams unwind, and play the stage is again clean, you've seen forty years of your time, you know how dreadful it may get sometimes.

So be the soldier, it's time for closure and its time memories make us bind.

Evolution is simple, no space for confusion, trust your intuition and you shall reach the conclusion.
There is no exclusion, only inclusion.
DANCE to glory, DANCE to madness, for we have to change the frequencies of sadness.
We emit only the highest point, we do not break the universal joint.

Heavens when descend, when darkness ends, when we wave across the curvy bends.
The speed goes faster, it never slows down. We cannot waste, we cannot frown.

Destiny has shown me what i shall find, my love shall stay, we shall always bind.

Thank you for this psychedelic experience GOA, our light spreads like wild over the universe.
Once you look beyond what you cannot tolerate, you find that you have stumbled upon the ocean.
It was just a matter of what you allow, and what you do not.


THE RAVERS MANIFESTO
Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none. Our society of choice is Utopian though we know it will never be.
You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you.
We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography,and time itself. We are The Massive. One Massive.

We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept that we are all the same. We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal.

And somewhere around 35Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits. Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these very realizations that each of was truly born. We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night. Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.

In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us. We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind. We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born. Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels. Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands. Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.

Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the distopian reality of the world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and Respect.

Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence. But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party. You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end. I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.

- Anonymous ( From Goa, with love, Innocence and Power )


                                                               

                                                                                                               

Om Namoh Narayana
I bow to the light in all of you
Respect and Gratitude
New Delhi, India
                                                                                                              - Star Child
                                                                           

Night's In Shining Karma .

We crossed the borders of space and time, and i've seen what distance i've left behind.
It all seems like a brilliant ray of light bodies, arranged with a flaming finishing to make the stars dance right out of you.

You may witness a different sensation beneath your ears right now, but that's because my music is ringing too loud now, And you can feel my beat, you can feel my rhythm.

Karmic resurrection and the washing away of my sins. I've seen what i've done and i've faced all my lies,

The mirror showed the truth behind my eyes, but once it passed my feet were lashed and burned a sacred ritual, right inside my heart it began, the dance has made the decision.

Towards the endless river, to the uncertainty principle.

From the day you took my hand, never want to be apart from you again, you are my counsel and my friend. You're the still small voice in me.
Every time i need to find my way back home, you are the compass of my soul.

Hold me close, fill my life to overflow. Holy spirit come and show me your way, won't you show me your way?

All my life only you can satisfy me. Let my faith ignite consuming fire. You're the burning desire in my life.

Who are you - the eternal guide, Intuition.

To have seen the power in love and positivism, i showed how getting shoved and still remaining silent wins the game, for violence is nothing but shame.
To my fellow beings, we saw the light, we saw all of us turn so bright.

Light-bodied consciousness, or higher realms of reality, it all seems to end up in one small tally, Totality.
When we next open our eyes, we find new soaring heights. Forever have i changed, towards beauty should i play, for now i'm done rolling the dice, as angels fall high from the sky, there's a loving vibe in the tide.

The shore has found the ocean, the circle has ceased.
Into the jungle, i venture.

And, i'm pleased :)

The Dream-Catcher

How many times do i come across this point, over and over again. I've felt what i've felt and i've said what i've seen. I know what may come our way and i sow nothing, i only pray.

You're the golden shining light, you're the beautiful mist above the silence, you're the gentle fog upon the water, you're the morning rays of warmth. You're the radiant, shining sunflower, you're the soft dew on the leaves. You are the rainbow spanning across the horizon.

You're the gentle arms of the tree, you're the soft whispering through the fruits of pine, you're the thundering lighting bolts, you are the ever flowing river, gently carving your way through my land, you're the sweet raindrops of purity, you're the silence after the storm, you're the raging echo of the mountain, you're the earth's soft feeling surface.

You're the sweet music from the harp, you're the crying soul of the violin, you're the magnificent vibration of the sitar. You're the punishing bass of my adventure, you're the beautiful kingdom i chose to venture. You see through my eyes, and i feel through yours.

May my dreams be your longings and your dreams be my answers and we shall create a new frequency we have never shared before. The circle is long gone, and your gaze is all i remember, But the trance you have put me in, has never chosen to surrender.

An inch away your beauty, from liberation, have i asked you one too many times, i've shown you my truth i've stripped down to a bare nothing, and the answer has been there all the time.

Your gentle smile and your pretty eyes, twinkling away in some distant strand of memory.
I'd live in a memory, i have. For far too long, and it seemed natural. Sometimes joyous, sometimes wonderful.
At times the heat increases and so does desire creep in. And only your sorry, rainbow expressions come into the picture. The tide has drowned, the shore has been washed clean.
With daylight comes priority, goals, ambition and effort. And thoughts behind my head.

All i can make of this radiant awareness is that its never too late to survive. Take one step, a deep breath and down falls the curtain of the night. Darkness, reminiscence and need.

Now where do i have to wander? As looks deceive and expectations are failed by midnight, and drown us in thought?
Drunk in the silence of your bypassed violence, does chaos surrender in your head.
You intoxicant has failed you, and your colors have broken free, its me.

Come what may, i accept to my prayer, i flow in my self-sufficiency. I expect nothing, i accept everything.
I speak now, clearly and clean, My decisions have made me whatever it is i am.

I only state my problems, or deliverance by the works of my hand, and write what i may, my mind shall follow without fear. I am free, to sorrow have i never bowed. I offer you a smile, and my best colors shall follow.

I accept you are different, your difference is that i accept.
As the distant noise and the echoes of countless shadows we cast together dance around, about my opened mind, i may smile maybe whine, as to what or why!

But here i am, writing a confession, i fear not what i lost, for i have passed with flying colors, of whatever you have asked of.
I have no regret, It's just that i remember.

I've seen into your eyes, your gaze, your smile. I praise your soul for you have lit me forever.
If you donot get my sacrifice, i'm sure your memory will suffice. For what you have let go of for me, has been the last blow, the final drop. And there you fell, upon my lap again.

I just want you to breathe, for my air seems to be moving away.
And when it returns, the cold will disappear.

My love YOU, will be near.