The flow of this song is seamless, it keeps me engaged all the way through.

Donut Make More Sense?

a great collab With Jigs Tripping begium music and Gary Hayward Australia Lyrics and Vocals we met on soundcloud and the rest is history we will have our album out to download end of November enjoy life. Music sent to Australia Gary Hayward Lyrics and vocals recorded at Ramrod studios mixed and mastered by Herman Kovacs

Tranquilised © Copyright Music Jigs Tripping,vocals and lyrics Gary Hayward

Remain by S-T-U-V

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Remain

Remain by S-T-U-V

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**🌧️🙏 "God Make It Rain Down in California" – A Powerful Tribute 🌧️🔥**  

In the wake of the recent fire outbreak, California stands strong, but we know the pain, the loss, and the fight to rebuild. This tribute song, *"God Make It Rain Down in California,"* written by **Alston Sikeley** and produced by **_DjiMAtech**, is more than music—it’s a heartfelt prayer for relief, healing, and restoration.  

🔥 Through every flame, we rise. Through every storm, we grow. And now, we call upon the skies to open, to send the rain we so desperately need. Let this song be a voice for hope, a beacon of strength, and a reminder that even in the darkest times, light will break through.  

🎶 May this message reach far and wide. May the rain fall, not just upon the land, but upon our hearts, washing away despair and bringing new beginnings.  

💙 Drop a 🌧️ in the comments if you’re praying for California. Share this message, spread the love, and let’s stand together. **#GodMakeItRain #CaliforniaStrong #DjiMAtech #AlstonSikeley #HopeThroughTheStorm**

God Make It Rain Down In California By Tribute Song By _DjiMAtech Remix

this music is inspired by the stories of H.P. Lovercraft

The Undefined Force

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I live in Divine way in Divine Light.

Lyrics.

My Divine Day
I drink my morning coffee
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Angali
Om Kleem Varahi
Om Kleem Parvati

I feed the cats and dogs
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Shreem Brzee

I feed the horses
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Namo Narayana

I chop the wood
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Om Om for the Lords the Planets

I make the food
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Gum Ganapataye Namaha 

I create the videos
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Namah Shivaya 

I act
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Hannumate Namaha

I rest
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Saravanabava 

I made this song
to you
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Om Om to the whole God Family 

I live
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Hum Gum Namo

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After a pilgrimage to India in 1958, where he visited ashrams and sought to learn more about nonviolence not simply as a political strategy but as a way of life, King came back to America determined to set aside one day a week for meditation and fasting. In the 1960s, he nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize the outstanding Vietnamese Buddhist teacher Thich Nhat Hanh. King was, at bottom, a Baptist minister, yes, but one whose vision of the social gospel at its best complements the expansive, Mahayana bodhisattva ideal of laboring for the liberation of all sentient beings (“Strangely enough,” he said, “I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. You can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be”). His dream of the “beloved community” is a sangha by another name, for King believed that, “It really boils down to this: that all of life is interrelated. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny.”

Charles Johnson, from "A Sangha by Another Name,"

https://www.stillwatermpc.org/dharma-topics/thich-nhat-hanh-martin-luther-king-jr-and-the-dreams-we-hold-3/



A year later, in 1966, Thich Nhat Hanh met Martin Luther King, Jr., in Chicago. They talked about the war in Vietnam and about community building. In his 2011 retreat in Washington, DC, with Members of Congress, Thich Nhat Hanh said about that meeting:

For us, our ideal, our hope can only be realized if we have a solid, beautiful community. I think from that day on, the “beloved community” began to be discovered as something that could be done in the here and the now, in our own organization. The Southern Christian Leadership Conference should begin to represent that “beloved community.”

Unfortunately, Martin did not have a chance to continue his sangha building, his community building, because he was assassinated not very long after that. For myself, even though I was not allowed to go home, even though I had to stay in exile for almost 40 years, I was able to make friends with many people in Europe and American and Asia, and they have helped me to build a community. I [we] continue the work of Dr. King.

https://www.stillwatermpc.org/dharma-topics/thich-nhat-hanh-martin-luther-king-jr-and-the-dreams-we-hold-3/

"[We] continue the work of Dr. King" -Thich Nhat Hanh

I’m currently writing the rest of the lyrics for this track. This is the main track but only the first verse!

Charms Remix

Swimming Through Me

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

"[We] continue the work of Dr. King" -Thich Nhat Hanh

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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