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.

https://soundcloud.com/scyther-project
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!!
https://soundcloud.com/scyther-project

What if?

I can tell you all I've seen in a single blur of emotions,

rushing out with adrenaline filled with devotion.

Devotion for the cause my vision realizes,

And of all the daily demise and compromises.

Beyond those lie the shimmer of the shiny white wine,

With clouds forming in the sky, 

with that silver line.

It's hard, much harder than i thought it would be,

but the truth is that you don't just give up.

You don't just let the wind guide, 

you're supposed to become a part of it, sail.

 But when it's not in the direction you want to go,

That's when the whistle you're supposed to blow!

And that's when you can turn your ship.

Gather your strength.

Row, row, row your boat.

Do not let the weight float.

It's the burden that you've carried,

You've had it all along.

Shove it off your ground,

loosen up the surface.

Carry yourself only,

you're the only one you can chase.

It's not a race,

But its not even just one face.

It's a thousand stories,

and this one's yours.

Look behind the scars,

Look beyond the flaws.

There's beauty everywhere,

And anywhere it can be seen.

It's the kind of experience that you've already been.

Do you feel like you're alive?

Do you feel like you're breathing?

Barely?

Do you feel like there's someone inside you teasing?

Do you feel like there's another chance, 

To romance or to entrance?

Do you feel like there's a show coming?

Do you feel the notes of the chords you're strumming?

It's simple nature, 

we're just another creature,

we look up to one another,

involve our hearts with one or the other.

Along with it comes belonging,

a hope to live on,

But there is none that tells us,

if there will be sunlight in the dawn.

With what we carry in us,

comes responsibility and trust,

with what we marry to,

joining a life or two.

It's not easy, nothing is.

Alone or together,

Both have their own bliss.

My question is just one.

What happens when there are none.

Now i can't feel you,

and i can't feel myself.

Then what's next?

Liberation?

From what?

What happens when the cycle shifts?

The weather, the time, the gravity itself?

Anything can be said about it.

Worldly or just to yourself.

What happens when there is shelter,

Yet you learn to live in helter skelter?

Constant deviation from norm,

It's like becoming the storm.

Chaos that is beautiful.

To create it, for it to be dissolved.

Made by us, destroyed by us.

In the name of purpose.

It's a shallow truth,

Yet we've devoted it all our youth.

After all the earth has to spin,

For time and relativity to begin.

Then comes gravity,

And you understand it's weight.

There's nothing to it, yet you're held to this ball.

How would you find floating in space?

Nothing to hold on to?

Nothing to stand upon.

Hours and years of endless information.

Infinite sources.

That's a tricky one.

Because when you say infinite,

It means there is no end.

There is no beginning.

No axis on which something may be spinning.

Then there's paradise.

Call it heaven, call it hell.

Everything happens in the instant.

Manifestation.

There's nothing to delay or enhance it.

You can try it.

Think about a grape.

Turn it into wine.

Now drink it up.

Think of you as you're divine.

Now close your eyes.

Begin to breathe.

Imagine you're a chord.

A strand between two surfaces.

Now cut it.

Let those two be free.

What do you get.

I have an insight.

Did you realize there is no connection anymore.

But the chord didn't vanish.

Now we have two loose ends.

Floating in space.

Infinite.

Starting from nowhere,

Ending into nowhere.

What is it in my words that you stare?

Don't make faces, don't roll your eyes.

This is just a disguise.

I don't mean much,

I just forgot to eat lunch.

Tomorrow is a new day.

Let the assassin jump into the hay.

He needs a place to hide from the guards,

He needs a place to become a shadow visible in the dark,

Yap, yap, yap.

Nothing funny about it.

I know. 

Look outside, it's going to snow.

Oh wait where were you?

Did you forget all you just thought about?

Or maybe you didn't.

Who knows and who would care.

It's just another stare.

Stand naked, bare.

You've got much to lose.

Not.

What is real? how do you define real?

If you're talking about what you can see,

What you can smell,

What you can taste or touch.

Is that real?

The artist who can change the very fabric of reality.

The person who can see the reality change.

One can even sense the reality present.

If there is any.

Together, they are reality.

How do you define it?

See you.

Follow my music!

Share the flair?

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Technical Hiccups

Can i interest you with some background music ?
https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/technical-hiccup

Reap with a smile, get to walk another mile

I get to see the destruction while you try and cross it.
I get to see the construction whilst they don't even gloss it.
I get to be the obstruction and don't even doubt it.
I get to play the game without the fame.
I get to see your shame, without the pain.
To me you're all the same, one day train. The next day fail.
The day after call. The next week fall.
The week after you stand tall.

Like nothing happened.
Like something should speak.
Like i should make your senses tweak.
What is it i teach?
I teach how to preach.
If you don't practice your education.
You can't know the next station.
So what good is a train.
When you know there is a plane?

What good is silence.
When all around you is violence?
I'll tell you.
Be silent.
They'll tell you be violent.

I'll tell you be a violin.
You know how it sounds?
It's painful yet wears a crown.
It's a wonderful epiphany.
To be the one you can never be.

To yourself you must question.
What is this inception.
Can you walk your own dreams?
Can you stalk your own being?

Can you satisfy yourself?
Can you prove your right, your wrong.
Can you answer your own demon.
Can you turn your instinctual beam on?

Intuition by day, Instinct by night.
Without a doubt, you can take flight.
Whoever you cross, you can witness their might.
As gentle as a feather,
or as firm as tuscan leather.

We must stay together.
You tell yourself that.
Because inside you is whatever can hide you.
Your child of dreams,
Your world of steam.
Turning into water,
As you watch the world slaughter.
What good is a name.

What happens to the blame?
Why do they point at you.
All you have been is true?
If it's so, you can jump and dance.
You can fall in everlasting romance.
You can see you have them all.
You can see they answer to every call.

Trust is a small word.
Like a sparrow is a small bird.
But the difference it makes?
Is real.
Because the sparrow's joy no one can steal.
It's beauty is whoever see's it.
It's kindness is whoever touches it.
It's throat you may slit.
But then where will you fit?

Is lust a must?
Can you then call it unjust?
It's only a matter of time.
When you look past the rhyme.
You realize it's you,
and then my words you will see through.
And then when you know where you stand,
You'll know what these words have planned.

It's a state of trance.
You can dance away your sins.
But remember, that's where it all begins.
A new road may unfold.
But the path may be warm or cold.
And so you're told,
To not let it get the better of you.

The bitter is drowned,
The horns are found.
They blow a gentle melody.
They remind me of great bark, a yellow tree.
You can see, it's serene.
It's a tree after all.
It's roots fall into the core.
It's like the edge of the shore.
From here there are two ways.

Onto the land,
or into the sea astray.
Wherever you are,
Direct your being.
It's true, it is.
Whatever you're feeling.

Don't waste time,
it's the only currency.
It's what makes the currents see.
Where to go, and where to hide.
What force to put behind the tide.
And finally when the new tracks arrive.
You know you made it,
and then you will thrive.

But that's the question.
Why wait to only survive?

When you know there is no man at the gate?
When you know there is no prison but your own mind.
Can't you free yourself?
Where can you hide?

It's the only thing stopping you from taking pride?
What have you found?
What do you feel now.
Are you spell bound.

If you don't believe,
take a rebound.
Bounce back on the floor,
drown the sorrow you bore.
There's only one way up, and no way down.

Do you understand now?
Get up, wear your crown.
Princess, turn into a queen.
The path is gentle,
like you it's clean.

To Laugh is a must.
To Love is not lust.
Passion is a flame.
Fire, is not a game.
Burning is important,
If you don't believe me record it.

Memorize your feeling,
when adrenaline hits your ceiling.
And run as fast as you can,
because soon there will be a change of plan.
Who makes the change?

Two hands to a clock,
One hand just to mock?
NO,
It's three.
it's the only way it can be.
Driver. Force. Core.
Mind, Body. Soul.
Tick. Tock. Tick.

Don't act like a prick.
Respect the whole lot.
It's better than getting lost.
Re-examine everything you've been told.
Discard anything that insults your soul.

Good, and old.
Gold.
Vintage.
Take the stage.
Stomp your feet.
Or jump on your toes.
As high as your flight goes.
It has to land.
just make sure there's floor.
To have a lot of luggage, you need to store.
Whatever you've caught, is not to just get lost.
These are memories you bore.
And their pain you've tore.
But shed it nonetheless, every time you sink.
It's only a matter of two blinks.

Duty calls,
Fractal patterns and hyper-strength.
Quantum-Quantum-Quantum-Quantum!
Go figure.

With lots of love and light,
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!
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Soul Psykik, 2014