Theatrium - A prelude

How do i make him see it? How do i protect her?

https://soundcloud.com/scyther-project/theatrium_djset_26apr_psyco

There's a story behind a story!

It's starts with a complex thread of situations developed from the past,

Turning into the future, and coming together to form the present.

It wouldn't make any sense if it weren't interlinked.

A life that has been lived by so many, many times before, 

It's not, not true anymore.

It's felt within this simple vibration that slowly starts to arise,

and once you're completely acquainted with it's gentle sorrow,

It's starts to fade in, and out over and over again,

It becomes like a riff, a soft wild promise, 

A melody like no other, yet it sounds like every other beautiful piece,

Of music, that you've heard before.

It's a state of music, entranced by beautiful eyes shining in the distance,

yet you never notice how easy it is to lose track of time, 

like a silent harp playing in the background,

It's strings plucked with a stroke of easiness,

releasing ripples into the air,

like water in the sea, 

echoing, causing a chain of events,

so minute that you can't feel, or see it at times,

yet it surpasses like the blowing hurricane,

it's bound to cause.

It's nature and nature has it all.

Graphic arts by Scyther Project

Chaos is a part of the whole,

And without it a whole cannot exist,

yet you can't call it chaos, 

such as you can't tell whats good or bad between the two,

Well so does your perception, 

But you, you can choose to stay silent about it.

Watch it gently tear you apart from the inside,

And the next morning as you awake from the grave,

you calmly lay into, you'd know that the world has changed.

Oh well, It might not have changed but certainly you have.

You have new eyes to see, to sense that you're not the man you were.

You're not the man you were last night.

You're not as available today, as you thought yourself to be.

But keep the thought in mind, 

It's being awake to the day, and to the day to you.

As it comes gushing, in a flux of emotions,

Or gentle puffs, out of your smiling lips.

She sat there, looking up in the night.

The moon was full, bright.

Staring into the twilight,

knowing she's not the woman she was the night before.

She's smiling of course, she's more than her.

She's more than what she felt she ever could be,

And funny saying that it was only yesterday.

What was this night, that a lifetime passed by?

I'm only growing younger.

The essence of experience, flowing like a waterfall.

Her luscious red lips, beating with the fullness of her pulse.

And so she burnt, like the cigarette, on her tasty red lips.

She let down her hair, after a while.

Shallow exchanges at the bar.

She stared into her whisky, as the sunlight poured in,

Gleaming and glowing with the dust seeming like fireflies.

It's only the morning after, and i'm a year younger.

Life isn't so bad, is it?

How do i make her see it? How do i protect him?

^ do you understand now ^

I'd be damned

I'm there just sit in your stance?

and what do i do?

I'm just there to sit in your stance,

watch it all come down to romance,

what is this that you call psychedelic trance?

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

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

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

and space alike watching it all come to life sitting

under a tree eating banana and strawberry

watching your messy hair 

and your gentle smile and then i move myself, 

that was the time, 

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

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

come on outside,

there's a lot to munch

but it always feels like i'm eating brunch

and then the moment starts to occur and the birds

start to flutter and a city of life in thrive

and there's more to see and much much more

to be and your gentle footsteps 

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

the future is still meant to be so just watch these 

lines and these directions come alive,

and follow the rail and electricity 

and light follow it all let your senses be enticed, 

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

whats there to unfold is that there is nothing,

that is not planned, 

and there is everything that is left unmanned

as you walk past the gates in gentle or rush

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

In your own sounds you've invested the trust

and now it's beyond power or lust.

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

flying in your smile, and inquisitive all the time.

It's the only fuel that drives us, 

it's curiosity and its the foretold 

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

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

or i is it you or i is me, 

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

it's nothing but a shrine, 

a value if you must, 

it's the added color to every dish,

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

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

A strong wind, a gentler tide,

it's always greener on the other side.

But on both those sides stand persons 

who look at one another from their own sides, 

and then they understand 

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

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

To make sense of 6 there must be a 12. 

What are these dungeons in which we dwell.

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

Only now do i feel like i'm 104. 

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

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

I've been caught up in the witches battle, 

i've been riding a horse without a saddle.

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

Do you know then how to close the deal.?

It's a state of mind yo.

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.

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GOA- The Source - StarGazer Pt. 2

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

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

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

WATER(center symbol) - GOA 2014

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

Sunset, @ Chronicle, Vagator

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, our own self. The mirror that creates.

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

Art produced in GOA by Malvika Jay

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Flea Market @ Anjuna

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

Time to let those memories stir.

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

Vantara Vichitra Label Party @ Monkey Valley, 17th Feb

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



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

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

Portal Mechanism, 19 Feb, Soul Psykik

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

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

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

Art produced in GOA by Malvika Jay

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

Sunset @ Fisherman's Shore, Chapora

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

My Reach, Is GLOBAL.


My Tower,  SECURE.


My Cause, Is NOBLE.


My POWER IS PURE.

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

Soul Psykik, 2014

Checkmate

Ps. You can play this for an audio introduction to this piece of writing.
      I told you, Winter is here.
https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/fog

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

When you find yourself upon times of heartache,
when you find yourself upon times of loneliness,
When you find yourself upon times of loss,
when you find yourself upon times of darkness.
Know, that you too arose from the dark.

Chess, it's more like life after all.
In a game of black and white, it's decided which one becomes the light.
The black is after all the darkest shade of white.
There are pawns, and plays. There are games for may.
The queen moves, the horse moves, the bishop takes the calls.
The king takes the fall, or the king takes it all.
In the end, it's the king's last bend, which will decide what comes into life.

But i tell you know, and you must listen.
Because with my truth, i've seen your eyes glisten.
It's no more a game, it's no more insane.
We've all felt the sorrow and the pain.
Choose now we must, what turns into light and what fades into dust.
It's your truth to carry, and your truth alone.
What paths you chose, where lies your sacred rose.

It's going to be long, before the fog dies out,
And within the fog, will dissolve your shouts.
Clarity is knowing, and i will lay it out.
I will show you what's going on, believe me without a doubt.
What new wings we've sprout, and what demons survive,
They will be our own, and we shall strive with hope,
We shall watch our world thrive.

The goddess and Sacred Geometry

Whilst we stand still.Oh yes, we stand still.
Just sit by the sill. And let it spill.
I once mentioned, there is a new king in town.
Don't make him frown.
Humble is our true color, don't diverge.
You'll lose your crown.

And once it falls, i'll be there.
To me you can call.
I'll be the one who makes you stand tall.
Together we stand, divided we fall.
The date is due, i now enchant my sacred hues.

And so it begins, the grand new season of the shows yet to manifest,
and we carefully sail through the future to determine what present may arise,
from the past that we witness as every moment fades and becomes grey from blue.
Step into the morning sun and find by afternoon the mist will come,
and hazy once again may be the air, but your light is present and,
you can guide the way and cast a spell on the ongoing trend.

Here's a short story for you.

I begin to narrate how deep entangled in fate this destiny pursues a universal theory.

N : Ego is what makes you. Without a stand you ought to fall.

Without a fall you ought to lose. Without losing you are never to learn.

Without learning you are to never know,

what magic ones ego is because it is active at ones will.

It's sometimes better to give in the hard way.

Move after you are vindicated.

K: Ego is an illusion. You can just move into the moment,

let a false self of yours take over so that you can let it do the hard work,

and in turn work wonders. You are learning.

But don't forget to dissolve it, before it dissolves you.

N: Everything has a purpose for its existence. 

K: Detachment. Involves detachment from ego as well. 

It's not you. It was you.

N: Detachment is a variation of an ego.

It persists with the illusion of a non-existent emotion.

That of an anti-human. A human is bound to care.

K: That's the point. You can just be human.

Or be your godself. Like you were created to be.

All absorbing, all empowering.

N: Cats ruled the world once. Then all the rulers became dogs.

Because dogs cannot be ruled, they can only be tamed.

K: If they can be tamed, i already rule them don't i?

The arrival of desire towards any thought or action,

indicates a strong energy, in synergy.

Synchronized with the emergence of passion unwinding a chain of events,

that shall change everything.

It's the power of true soul, friendship in its rawest form.

And it shall create tidal waves which smash upon the enemies door,

with the glorious om riff playing and it shall barge into the general weapon.

Of unkindness and ignorance that spans across the air and plunges,

towards its magnificent white shield, and shall bounce back.

Like the most basic of reflections.

Repulsion of the unkind.

Whoever you may claim to be, whoever you are.

I am whatever flavor your medicine tastes like.

Let's dive.

P: Just be people, my lovelies. And you will all be at peace.

We're perched at the highest branch going headstrong into the analysis of motion,

and we discover we just have to be who we are and the universe and gravity,

will shift accordingly and create a thunderous storm across time,

and surprise those who don't like being surprised.

Love is ancient and magical and the more we move towards freedom,

the more we reach out, towards love.

From anywhere, from everywhere.

Nothing is wrong when we are graceful with our thoughts.

Where the sun meets the water and the sky meets the sea, that's where i'll be.

Namaste