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Open Focus
06:58
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Open Focus
Infinite black space, void of anything physical. I become the vortex to my future as I enter the nothingness. Nothing is all.
Signaling the chemical. A journey towards the mystical. Unknown, abstract, impersonal. The space of nothing physical – nothing is all. Future-present reality. A journey towards infinity. Emitting more and more energy. Towards unpredictability – nothing is all.
Infinite black space, void of anything physical. I become the vortex to my future as I enter the nothingness. Nothing is all.
Signaling the chemical. A journey towards the mystical. Unknown, abstract, impersonal. The space of nothing physical – nothing is all.
Turning inwards. Gathering strength for self-conquest. I will retreat. Into the labyrinth I go.
It is time to let go of all I have so preciously built...
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Strife
05:22
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Strife
...but first I must overcome incoherence in my centers. Stretched shadows towering over me. How to master them I cannot see. Internal strife. Homeostasis absent.
Disconnected nerve cells. Mesenteric inflammation.
Tremendous amounts of creative energy – omnipresent but inaccessible. Stretched shadows towering over me. I must not leave them be.
May my dreams be rich and lucid. May the alchemist in me awaken.
Strife. Stretched shadows towering over me. I strike them as they hold the key.
Re-engaging nerve cells. Mesenteric consolation. My eternal summer is not so distant anymore.
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Duhkha
05:20
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Duhkha
Like serpents of emaciation seeking to devour their children. The helminths work their way through my corporeal manifestation. I consume and am consumed, then thrown into inferno.
I will plough through and then let go. These shackles must be shattered for all I know. My clouded aura leaves me hollow. I need to tap into the source below.
I have found the origin of the terror’s cyclic nature. A Lorenz attractor is fracturing my flow. The rational mind overridden by spiraling discomposure – more hardship to endure. I will reap what I have sown and shall seek to devour my child.
I have broken through and have let go. Inner shackles shattered – my limbs aglow. My soul yields not until my own bones show. From deep discomfort to even flow.
Clouded gaze, clouded aura. Left behind with my past self. Once again desolate land. Horizon, will you expand?
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Trek
05:26
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Trek
Acceleration, a bow shock to my core. Boiling, swirling adrenaline – the gland erupts again. Nearly mangled by cosmic arrhythmias and event horizons. Boiling, swirling adrenaline - the gland becoming depleted.
Glimpse of light. Here is the light. Overcoming my environment. Here is the light. Overcoming my environment through sheer will power.
Turbulence. Unpredictability. But the end is nigh. Boiling, swirling adrenaline - the gland is close to done.
I am gone. I have done the work. New self born. I am gone.
Here is the light. Overcoming my environment. New self born - new challenge ahead.
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Refocus
04:48
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Refocus
The space behind my breastbone contains a conflict of sorts. Gratitude and compassion at times underexposed by the throbbing. Turning inwards, regathering strength for self-conquest. The cosmic arrhythmias now cardiac, constantly confirming being. This giant cascade of
chemicals needs genuine focused attention.
Turning inwards, regathering strength for self-conquest. A voyage towards the supernatural. The glory of thymus reinforced. Ascending towards the metaphysical. The splendor of wholeness reinstated.
Back to open focus, the work leaves me not exempt. The earlier regeneration deserves another attempt. The colours become miraculous and fill me with content. Turning inwards, regathering strength for self-conquest. Refocus.
Turning inwards, regathering strength for self-conquest. A voyage towards the supernatural. The glory of thymus reinforced. Ascending towards the metaphysical. The splendor of wholeness reinstated.
The wondrous splendor of sheer focus.
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Aperture
01:45
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Aperture
Breath whistling through my mouth. My vocal utterance forms a susurrant spell. “May my dreams be rich and lucid. May the alchemist in me awaken.”
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Eye Of Horus
04:22
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Eye of Horus
In the darkness of the void, an image will expand. A cosmic fractal sign in which I need to delve. The pineal transduces and makes me understand: the crowning of the self is the conquering of self.
It seemed as if I had become worthy of receiving. It felt like assistance, perhaps from a God of transitions? I can see beyond the veil and perceive reality in a non-linear way.
In the darkness of the void, an image will expand. A cosmic fractal sign in which I need to delve. The pineal transduces and makes me understand: the crowning of the self is the conquering of self.
As I layed and watched the result of my efforts, it became clear that my fear first needed to disappear. I can see beyond the veil and perceive reality in a non-linear way. Jubilate conarium.
“If thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light.” Jubilate conarium!
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Countless Kaleidoscopes
05:17
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Countless Kaleidoscopes
As I enter the empty nothingness. Infinite black space – void of anything. Repeat the transformation constantly. To become the vortex to my future.
A downward cascade of chemical derivatives. Radical neurotransmitting befalls me. A stunning vision of self-similarity. In the mind's eye a way to see infinity. Prithee proceed ad infinitum.
Infinite length in a finite space. If that is the case I shall embrace
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The key to the cerebral and spiritual gateway grants me access to the infinite cosmos. A rapid and stunning flow of information. Could this be our century's resurrection? Prithee proceed ad infinitum.
Infinite length in a finite space. If that is the case I shall embrace Mandelbrot. Mandelbrot, of course! The Mandelbrot set.
Magnify. Maximize to all its extent. Magnify. Maximize a grasp of it all. Magnify. This is home.
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Ka
06:13
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Ka
Stand on high in the realm of the quintessence. Connecting all empires of reality. Develop my access to the quantum field. Strengthening my temporary connection.
Abstract flight to the realm of quiescence. Flaming star. Staring in the sun’s reflection. Crescending to psychic immortality. A tear drops – true bliss befalls me.
Contemplating the ever-expanding blistering light. Transmutation – the dawn within myself. Golden lining – the wondrous splendor. I have become capable of inconceivable feats.
Into the light.
Unfolding as an awareness in the unified field, with unequaled concentration soaring in something that was not air, gazing at the boundless. With admiration for all who journey into the unknown – remember all ye that existence is pure joy. Into the light.
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AUTARKH Tilburg, Netherlands
A collective of music adventurers from Tilburg (NL), featuring Michel Nienhuis (guitars & vocals), David Luiten (guitars & vocals), Tijnn Verbruggen (synths & beats) and Desmond Kuijk (bass). autarkh.com/shop
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