beautiful guitarin as usual...great song!!

Just a light hearted ditty.

My last track was all based on a single note so this track is in the opposite direction.

The Truth About The Parallel Universe

When the bow is headed into the wind and the ship has quieted.  When motion has stalled and the sail luffs.  In irons.

In Irons

Well, who then are the goddamn light?
Welcome [ Invisible witch and denizen of the void ]

Blackest Metal From This Psychic Well

It's a very sad day.  We lost our dog. She had a brain tumor and is finally in peace.

For Ginger

Kompositionsauftrag des Erzbistums Paderborn

T Weird, Kompositionsauftrag des Erzbistums Paderborn

noxpox - Canal Frei

DCR - OUR HOUSE - DCOMPOSED

Let's make evil sweat
Let's make darkness hide away
No more fear of things we cannot see
Just live on with all your certainty

No more shame or guilt
Try your best, be proud of it
Tell me, what could possibly go wrong
It would make a lovely scary song.

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Samples (screeches, train and thunder) from joniheinonen, robbertbecker and funwithsound from freesound.

picture: Dutch dusk nearby where I live.
The windmills looked like claws, the bushes could be hiding anything.

No Fear

MISSÄ ON JORIS?

The story of Interval

01 - SA - ORBIS - Mamachor clean x 2
02 - SA - ASE - A Good Start
03 - Sonuscore - The Orchestra Complete _Spitfire Audio - Albion One - 9000 Piece Choir Hold Down
04 - UVI - FALCON - Cinematic Shades - India - Ice Kingdom

Orbis Orchestra

"Reality forever eludes us. Infinity mocks our puny efforts to imprison it in definition and dogma. Our most splendid realizations are only adumbrations of the Light. In his endeavors, man is but a mollusk seeking to encompass the ocean.

Yet man may not cease his struggle to find God. There is a yearning in his soul that will not let him rest, an urge that compels him to attempt the impossible, to attain the unattainable. He lifts feeble hands to grasp the stars and despite a million years of failure and millenniums of disappointment, the soul of man springs heavenward with even greater avidity than when the race was young.

He pursues, even though the flying ideal eternally slips from his embrace. Even though he never clasps the goddess of his dreams, he refuses to believe that she is a phantom. To him she is the only reality. He reaches upward and will not be content until the sword of Orion is in his hands, and glorious Arcturus glearns from his breast.

Man is Parsifal searching for the Sacred Cup; Sir Launfal adventuring for the Holy Grail. Life is a divine adventure, a splendid quest

Language falls. Words are mere cyphers, and who can read the riddle? These words we use, what are they but vain shadows of form and sense? We strive to clothe our highest thought with verbal trappings that our brother may see and understand; and when we would describe a saint he sees a demon; and when we would present a wise man he beholds a fool. "Fie upon you," he cries; "thou, too, art a fool." So wisdom drapes her truth with symbolism, and covers her insight with allegory. Creeds, rituals, poems are parables and symbols. The ignorant take them literally and build for themselves prison houses of words and with bitter speech and bitterer taunt denounce those who will not join them in the dungeon. Before the rapt vision of the seer, dogma and ceremony, legend and trope dissolve and fade, and he sees behind the fact the truth, behind the symbol the Reality.

Through the shadow shines ever the Perfect Light.

Down through the misty vistas of the ages rings a clarion declaration and although the very heavens echo to the reverberations, but few hear and fewer understand: "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God."

Here then is the eternal paradox. The Word is lost yet it is ever with us. The light that illumines the distant horizon shines in our hearts. "Thou wouldist not seek me hadst thou not found me." We travel afar only to find that which we hunger for at home.

And as Victor Hugo says: "The thirst for the Infinite proves infinity."

That which we seek lives in our souls.

It is well. Blessed are the eyes that see, and the ears that hear, and the heart that understands."

-Reynold E. Blight 33° K.T.

The story of Interval

Devin Locke

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