Happy Women's Day!

Recorded & Produced @ Merkaba Studios / Alexandru Cristian
8 march 2021

Photo Credit: Marcelo Monreal

Femeia Cameleon

continues mix of 2nd Goasia album "Dancing With The Blue Spirit" published on Dimensional Records back in 2011.
Feel free to enjoy without pause between tracks ;)
Digital Purchase & Download:
goasia.bandcamp.com/album/from-other-spaces
Buy a CD:
http://www.dimensionalrecords.com/cd-releases/12-goasia-dancing-with-the-blue-spirit-cd-885014074861.html

Dancing With The Blue Spirit (2nd Studio Album)

Slurp 2

Electric Piano New

Mystic Sound Records‘ next episode will be presented by HINKSTEP.

Hinkstep is an experimental downtempo project filled with psychedelic sounds and love for family and nature of Jonas Tegenfeldt – a talented musician and audio engineer born and raised in the northern part of Sweden. After discovering the “other side” of Infected Mushroom’s groundbreaking album Converting Vegetarians, Jonas was hooked on the manifold possibilities of downtempo psychedelia. His boundless experiments in the years that followed eventually gave rise to a refreshingly eclectic style further influenced by the likes of Porcupine Tree and Younger Brother.

Mystic Sound Records
Facebook: https://mystic-sound.com/

Hinkstep
SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/hinkstep

HINKSTEP | Mystic Sound Series #7 | 27/03/2017

@Tzolkin-Project Brothers From Mexico proudly presents their Debut Album Out Now on Ovni Records ! 
https://ovnirecords.bandcamp.com/album/aktun
https://www.facebook.com/TzolkinProjectOvniRecords Like and Support !

TrackList :

1 -  Kìinsaj aka Tzolkin Project - KÍI´N - 155
2 - Tzolkin Project - Paahtal - 165
3 - Tzolkin Project - Wiits - 175
4 - Tzolkin Project - Áaktun - 182
5 - Tzolkin Project - Kukulkaan - 182
6 - Tzolkin Project Feat Angry Luna - Balaam - 190
7 - Tzolkin Project - Yeeb - 195
8 - Tzolkin Project - Nikté-já - 210
9 - Tzolkin Project - Juum - 198

Artwork by Neokontrol https://www.facebook.com/NeoKontrol
Mastering by www.storm-mastering.com

Tzolkin Project - Áaktun

Moments

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (feat. Lil' Chino XXS)

***download on bandcamp for my exclusive Kaleidoscope Tribe (Heavyweight VIP mix) bonus track***

What was Entangled, has been Untangled... 

I'm incredibly excited to present my Entangled Everything remix album 'Untangled Everything'. Featuring the many talents of Nibana, False Identity, Cirqular, InDual, Kaya Project, Chilopod, Bad Tango, Living Light, Kuba, Pangani, Geoglyph & Radioactive Sandwich.

This has been a long time in the works, as I wanted everyone involved to have all the time they needed to create something really special, and I think you'll agree that it shows ...enjoy!

Morison X

Original artwork by Incedigris, remixed by Globular.

Mastering by Colin Bennun at the Stooodio.

download

Globular - Kaleidoscope Tribe (Kuba Remix)

a quick playful collab with MILOV from Italy
prod MILOV
post-prod IIOANA
lyrics IIOANA
mix IIOANA & MILOV
artwork IIOANA
insta @ iioanadoubleye @ milovellere

Lasa-ma in pace

@jakam
@crosspoint-1

Artwork: Ventral Is Golden
https://www.instagram.com/ventralisgolden

The Secret Of Golden Flower Tale by - Damien Knightley and @ventralisgolden

Read more from Damien's project: ''Tales From The ID''

https://www.instagram.com/talesfromtheid
https://contacttalesfromth.wixsite.com/mysite

“The object lets us see within, the word lets us see without. A picture is a sound.”

These words were etched into the lintel upon leaving the Temple. Dry leaves crackled like tiny fires beneath my feet, twigs snapped like answers to unasked questions. 
I was used to this by now. I walked towards the orb, it’s blueish glow cast shadows across the scorched earth in protracted shapes and contours of dehydrated wizards prostrated on the rocks. The sand whipped against my skin, barely covered by this thin shroud. The journey had felt long but all journeys were timeless in the end. 
The orb hovered a few feet above the ground. Within its orbit I could hear the tumbling voices of Holy men washing themselves in mad koan puddles, their voices chewing on space-time with alien eloquence. They tell me not to forget about that non-material engine, that rumbling in the essence of the myriad things residing within.

“If all is mind. Where is no-mind to go out of it?” One voice asked.
“Who has no mind to be asking the question?” Replied another.
“Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō. Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō.” The group mind chanted.

The sound of the Shōdai moved the orb at first like a pan of bubbling rice.

“Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō. Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō.”

The orb unfurled into spiralling strands that would have the holiest of Shinshoku’s in ecstasy whereas Lao Tzu would have said “what?”.

I am panting like a dog. Like a dog. Like a dog. Like a dog. Like a dog. Like a dog. Panting. Stepping over the dog who bares his teeth in search of the moon. 
“Chi, chi, chi!” Down boy. Follow the leader? No chance! I follow my breath instead, under this hot yolky sun mind that drips through the material fabric of my holy being-somewhere.

I take a moment to myself. Keep it cool, once there was nothing. I follow my breath towards the orb, now lilting with spore filled undulations and lotus petal sutras. 
I am not ready to leave. But I know the truth. I know that the trick is to keep the demon in the dark, don’t let him see the game. 

The old taxi driver, in his raspy voice of earthly measure, had taught me in the previous life that “If we conceive of the demon by the temple door, whose faculties are so sharpened that he can follow every molecule in its course, such a demon can invert the first law by extracting energy from the reservoir”.

The orb burst into a spiralling form that swarmed like kami, crystals in the fire enveloped me. The old dog's eyes widened with the moon. The glory of karmic death. 

“Feed the spirit foetus when the body fusion remains. But don’t flatter yourself o rigid disciple. Falter softly. Song smoothly through the measure of your straining soul”  

Finding immortality elsewhere, I turned attention to the fruit bowl. To the emptiness within the bowl. To the fruit it contained. To the seed that contained the tree. To the tree that contained the fruit bowl. In the garden is the mother. In the fibre. In my sock.

METAL WATER WOOD FIRE EARTH METAL WATER WOOD FIRE EARTH

I could stay here, but decide to take my leave and walk towards the orb that spiralled into flower. It won't wait around forever.

The reflective sun reminds me of a holy belly, as it swallows me, the sickly scent of burning honey.

All is light, then all is dark, then all is light again.

Electric Piano New

Anca Bjorklund