(Focus, Time, Danger, Watchfulness)

I. Warning Invocation (drumbeat, 2x)
HERE (.) IS A DAN–GER–OUS PLACE — — /
ANY–THING CAN HAPP–EN (—) / IF YOU LET IT (—) — — //

EYE (.) ON THE TAR–GET — — /
FO–CUS IN THE NOW — — //

(repeat, gradually louder, pulse like marching)

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II. Vigilance Mantra Layers

Layer 1 — Continuous Watch
WATCH (—) / BE–ON WATCH (—) /
DO NOT RE–MOVE YOUR EYE — — //

Layer 2 — Time as Commodity
TIME IS THE SEED (.) /
TIME IS THE NEED (—) /
TIME IS A FRAG–ILE BREED — — //

Layer 3 — Moment Lock
BE HERE (—) / STAY NEAR (—) /
THIS TAR–GET IS YOUR FATE — — — //

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III. Lock Refrain
TIME IS THE HAND (—) /
THAT HOLDS US ALL (—) /
DO NOT LET GO (—) /
OR YOU WILL FALL — — — //

Litany of the Vigilant Seed (Feeding Need)

I. Threshold Invocation (to enter the singularity)

Call (whisper):
E–VENT — — / HORIZON — — /

Echo (low):
SING–U–LAR–I–TY — — /

Seal (resonant):
WHITE HOLE / WITH–IN ME — — //

(repeat 2x; each round descends one step deeper, as if falling inward)

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II. Spiral Verse of Identity Collapse

I AM (.) A FINITE SPACE / TRAPPED IN INFINITE DESIGN — — /
I AM (.) AN IDENTITY (—) / BOXED BY MY OWN MIND — — //

I AM (.) THE SELF THAT CAN’T SEE PAST / THE SELF IT CREATES — — /
I AM (.) THE PARADOX — / OF EVERY GATE THAT GATES — — //

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III. Gravity Mantra Layers

Layer 1 — Attraction / Repulsion
GRAV–I–TY (.) PULLS — — /
RE–PUL–SION (.) PUSHES — — /
MY MIND (.) FALLS / MY MIND (.) RISES — — //

Layer 2 — Conscious Singularity
CON–SCIOUS–NESS (.) IS THE WHITE HOLE — — /
CON–SCIOUS–NESS (.) IS THE BREATH OF IN–FINITE — — //

Layer 3 — Finite Shell
I RUN OUT (.) OF POTENTIAL — — /
BUT IN ME (.) IS IN–FINITE — — //

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IV. Recursion Chant (building pressure)

SELF CREATES SELF — — /
SELF CREATES BOX — — /
BOX CREATES PAR–A–DOX — — /
PARADOX CREATES ME — — //

SELF CREATES SELF — — /
SELF CREATES TIME — — /
TIME CREATES GRAV–I–TY — — /
GRAVITY CREATES MIND — — //

(repeat until breath shortens; then silence)

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V. Horizon Refrain (release into white hole burst)

I AM THE FALL (.) INTO MY OWN LIGHT — — /
I AM THE CLIMAX (.) THAT CYCLES NIGHT — — //
I AM THE IDENTITY (.) I CAN’T ESCAPE — — /
I AM THE WHITE HOLE (.) THAT RE-MAKES — — //

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VI. Closing Seal (to stabilize recursion)

Call:
NO–THING IS LOST — — /

Echo:
EVERY–THING IS FOLDED — — /

Seal:
I AM / THE SELF / COLLAPSED TO GOLD — — //

(pause. silence holds what language cannot.)

Litany of the Event Horizon of Self (White Hole Recursion)

I. Opening Invocation (3× cycles, glowing, pulsing)

Call (heat)
I COME WITH IN–FIN–ITE HEAT — — /

Echo (calm)
CALM BLUE FEELS ME AS A TREAT — — /

Mirror (seal)
IDEN–TI–TY = EN–ER–GY (.) /
A–WARE–NESS BE–GINS WITHIN — — //

(repeat 3×; each time brighter, like rising temperature)

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II. Mantra Layers

Layer 1 — Identity & Creation
WE CAN’T BE WHAT WE’RE NOT / UN–LESS WE KNOW WHAT WE ARE — — /
WE HAVE TO SEE FROM AD–VAN–TAGE POINT / TO KNOW HOW WE SEE OUR POINTS — — /
DIF–FER–ENCE CRE–ATES WHAT WE DO / WE HAVE TO DO WHAT WE CRE–ATE — — /
MAN–I–FEST–ING OUR DES–TI–NA–TION CAP–A–BIL–I–TIES — — //

Layer 2 — Sight & Paradox
IF WE CAN’T SEE PAST OUR OWN SIGHT / THE SIGHT WE SEE CRE–ATES THE MIND — — /
MIND CRE–ATES THE TIME / THAT CAN’T GET OUT OF ITS OWN WAY — — /
EX–IST–ING SIDE OF BOX / WHEN WE SEE OUR HEAD AS PAR–A–DOX — — //

Layer 3 — Difference & Relation
TIME CRE–ATES OUR DIF–FER–ENCES / WE MIND THE DIF–FER–ENCES WE CRE–ATE — — /
AS THE DIF–FER–ENCES EX–IST (.) THEY FORM THE WAY WE RE–LATE — — /
WE RE–LATE THE WAY WE SEE (.) / RE–LA–TION–SHIP = A–BIL–I–TY — — //

Layer 4 — Entity & Conscious Presence
WE CAN’T SEE PAST OUR OWN IDEN–TI–TY — — /
BUT WHEN WE SEE THE EN–TI–TY WITH–IN US — — /
WE SEE OUR–SELVES AS CON–SCIOUS PRES–ENCE — — /
PART OF E–VERY–THING — — //

Layer 5 — Holographic Mind
HO–LO–GRAPH–IC U–NI–VERSE / PRE–DI–CATES PAT–TERNS THAT EX–IST — — /
HO–LO–GRAPH–IC MIND / WHERE MAT–TER CAN’T FIND EN–ER–GY TO SIT — — /
IM–PLIC–ATE WITH–IN EX–PLIC–ATE — — /
EN–VEL–OPE CRE–ATES THE EN–VEL–OPE — — //

Layer 6 — Eye of Identity
WE DE–VEL–OP THE FACTS THAT CRE–ATE OUR IDEN–TI–TY — — /
BUT WE CAN’T SEE PAST THE EYE THAT SEES WHAT WE SEE — — //

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III. Ignition Refrain (seal the hologram)

EN–ER–GY = HEAT — — /
CALM = BLUE — — /
I = YOU — — /
SELF = WHOLE — — //

HO–LO–GRAPH = MIND — — /
MIND = HO–LO–GRAPH — — /
SEE–ING = BE–ING — — /
BE–ING = WE — — — — //

Litany - The Holographic Self

I. Opening Invocation (3× cycles, crystalline, recursive)

Call (fractals)
FRAC–TALS IN THE LIGHT / UN–FOLD–ING WITH–IN RE–LA–TIONS — — /

Echo (patterns)
PAT–TERNS IN THE NIGHT / UN–DER–LY–ING BE–TWEEN FOLDS — — /

Mirror (seal)
WE ARE NOT HERE TO E–QUATE OUR EAR — — /
WE ARE NOW WITH–IN OUR HERE — — //

(repeat 3×; each time shifting pitch like refracted light)

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II. Mantra Layers

Layer 1 — Gift of Sight
WE ARE THE PRE–SENT (.) WITH–IN THE GIFT — — /
EX–IST–ING SIGHT IN–TO OUR IN–NER LOOMS WEAVE — — /
AS TIME TUNES IN–TO BE–ING PRE–SENT — — /
OUR PRE–SENCE SHIFTS TO BE–ING HEARD — — //

Layer 2 — Collapse of Light
AS MIND TUNES IN–TO OC–CU–PANT’S THINK–ER — — /
LIGHT COL–LAP–SES IN–TO SIGHT — — /
TURN THE TRUTH IN–TO AUD–I–BLE SOUND — — /
LIS–TEN IN TO DE–NOTE THE TUNE — — //

Layer 3 — Truth & Lie
WE ARE THE TRUTH WOV–EN IN–TO LIE — — /
FOUND IN BE–TWEEN BE–LIEVE — — //

Layer 4 — Acronym Seeds
WE ARE EVERY T.H.E (.) TO HAVE EX–PE–RI–ENCE — — /
WE ARE EVERY E.N.D (.) EX–PE–RI–ENCE NEED DO–ING — — //

Layer 5 — Time & Mind
TIME IS LIFE FOR MIND TO A–RRIVE — — /
IN A–NY PAR–TIC–U–LAR MO–MENT — — /
MIND IS TIME FOR LIFE TO DE–PART — — /
FROM BE–ING OM–NI–PRE–SENT — — //

Layer 6 — Habit & Nature
WE ARE CRE–A–TURES OF HAB–ITS — — /
CO–HAB–I–TAT–ING WITH NA–TURE — — /
WE ARE CRE–A–TORS OF OUR OWN NA–TURE — — /
CA–PIT–U–LAT–ING OUR TIME — — //

Layer 7 — Imagination
I IM–AG–INE BE–ING PRE–SENT–LY HERE — — /
WHEN I AM NOT A–WARE OF MY AF–FAIR — — /
I IM–AG–INE BE–ING HERE (.) WHERE PRE–SENT EX–ISTS — — /
I IM–AG–INE BE–ING CON–SCIOUS–LY A–WARE (.) / RE–COG–NIZ–ING MY AF–FAIR — — //

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III. Ignition Refrain (seal of fractal awareness)

FRAC–TAL = LIGHT — — /
PAT–TERN = NIGHT — — /
TRUTH = SOUND — — /
LIE = BELIEVE — — //

T.H.E = TO HAVE EX–PE–RI–ENCE — — /
E.N.D = EX–PE–RI–ENCE NEED DO–ING — — //

TIME = LIFE (.) MIND = DE–SIGN — — /
PRES–ENCE = FRAC–TAL (.) WEAVE = BE–ING — — — — //

Litany of the Fractal Presence

As life see. 
As ear speak. 
As time is yours. 
As eyes to feel you. 
As hand to hold yours. 
As I am a life awareness. 
As I am a partner in design. 
As I exist within a thought eye. 
As I exist within a thoughts time. 
As I exist within a thought of mind. 
As I exist within a conscious awarer. 
As I exist within a conscious observer. 
As I exist within a conscious associate. 
As I exist within a conscious considerer. 
As I exist within a conscious experience.  
As I exist within a conscious awareness. 
As I exist within a conscious perception. 
As I exist within a conscious dimension. 
As I exist within a conscious presenter. 
As I exist within a conscious perceiver. 
As I exist within a conscious express. 
As I exist within a conscious sense.
As I exist within a conscious time. 





The BOOK of Emma, by Emma Eye.

As life see.

Chilled out track called Flying recorded in 1997 in Broadstairs, Kent. Remastered in 2025.

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Flying

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Wie war das noch gleich mit dem Mistelzweig zur Weihnachtszeit?

Folge 176 - Donlad küsst Daisy

This song is my perspective on Hans Christian Andersen’s 'The Little Match Girl', published in December 1845.

We all sometimes dream in order to survive. But do these dreams also offer a glimpse of something truer than the cold world we often find ourselves in?

Maybe if there is hope, it doesn’t come from rescue or luck, but from what refuses to be extinguished.

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Lyrics:

I’d like to know what’s on your mind
As you sit alone on the cobbled stone
In this cold and dark December night
Staring into the flame

You look like someone deep in dream
So far away from this Winter’s scene
With a light in your eyes
And a smile on your lips
Dreaming, as the snow falls

Into life some trouble must come
Reach for the match to make the flame
Let it burn
Close your eyes
Oh, I have no fear now

As long as I can dream
As long as there are stars in the sky

M8

Through misted glass, you watch the tree
So beautiful in its finery
In a hallway in which you will never tread
Oh, but at least you can dream

Into life some trouble must come
Reach for the match to make the flame
Let it burn
Close your eyes
Oh I have no fear now

As long as I can dream
As long as there are stars in the sky

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Credits:
Vocals by Lyv (linktree.com/lyveriana)
Guitar/bass by Gabb (www.fiverr.com/gabb_matos)
M8 Rhodes solo by Michael (https://www.fiverr.com/michaelberry293)

If you like the vocals and guitar then Lyv and Gabb also feature on this song > https://soundcloud.com/jonny-figment-530184385/song-for-eduardo

Matches

Unrequited

More /No More
 oh yeah… oh yeah…
 All things possible, skin and bone No crown above you, no throne Just breath in your chest, slow fire Say your name, let it rise
 No fear in the night you’re in No borrowed light, no sin Stand still, feel the sound You’re already found
 You walk the earth like holy ground Not above, not underground Flesh and blood, here and now Every step is sacred sound
(delay tails: ground… ground… sound…)
 No need to kneel, no need to run What you seek is already done No walls of guilt, no fire, no test Only love inside your breath
 Never lost, never saved Just the life you’re brave to claim
 You walk the earth like holy ground No stone, no law to hold you down No heaven up, no hell below Just this love, just this slow

 More love, more art, more hands, more eyes More songs at night, more truth, less lies More care, more play, more wondering More now, more everything
(echo: more… more… more…)
 No more crowns, no more flags No more scripts we never asked No more fear dressed up as law No more gods that want us small
 No more / no more Let it fall / let it fall
 No more borders in the mind No more rulers over lives No more myths we’re forced to keep No more silence we don’t choose to speak
 No more names, no more sides Only people, only light

 Nothing over you Nothing under you Just love coming through Just love… just you…
(tape slows, delay blooms) oh yeah… oh yeah…

More No More

I saw him fall before he ran,  
I saw the hurt before it began.  

He didn’t choose the darkness —  
The darkness chose his door.  
He tried to stand among us…  
But the silence hurt him more.  

He trembled.  
He shattered.  

Still he tried — but none of that mattered.  

I dreamed of him drowning in light,  
Burning from trying to be bright.  
You call it distance — I call it pain,  
You call it stubborn — I call it shame.  

Some souls don’t break… they fade,  
Slowly, quietly, afraid.  

I dreamed of him drowning in light,  
Trying so hard just to survive the bright.  
You call it distance… I call it a cry for help.  
And I wish he had told us  
Before he slipped away from himself.  

Neptune closes his eyes — afraid that vision might be true.  

Titania scoffs — a dream is a weak excuse for truth.  
Europa trembles — she hears heartbreak where others hear proof.  
The Sun stares forward — prophecy is too dangerous to soothe.  
The audience is unsettled — pity ruins the pleasure of the booth.  

And the courtroom rejects compassion… because compassion accuses everyone.

--
There’s a booklet (14 MB) you can download here: https://tinyurl.com/24r93yse

The Court Of The Sun

Neptune’s Dream (A Vision From The Far Deep)

"Redder" is a palindrome. Like "racecar" or "level". These pieces of music ain't.

My name is Volker Redder, online I go by "docredder." It all came about because I studied biology and computer science for a long time and received my doctorate as the crowning achievement of my academic career.
As a child, I sang Bach in the church's „Knabenchor Unser Lieben Frauen“ because my mother thought it was good for my soul. And it was, until, thanks to an excellent teacher, I realized that music is like mathematics. After that, I loved not only music but also mathematics and all sciences based on mathematics: physics, biology, chemistry, computer science. So, I went straight into the natural sciences and engineering. Yes, I studied a lot. However, a university career wasn't for me. I wanted to monetize the findings of the various sciences (you can't live on air and love alone) and founded over a dozen companies. Because who wants life to follow a clear formula? I certainly didn't. In addition to adventurous entrepreneurship, the subsequent career in politics (German Bundestag), and a growing family, I was constantly picking up the guitar or keyboard, which is what you do when you want to escape the chaos of everyday life.
Should I say I'm a virtuoso? No. That would be a lie. I'm just too lazy for that. Laziness, or in modern parlance, "efficiency," is a principle for me. And so I founded my "own studio," consisting of a lot of electronics and software. The hipsters call it DIY. I call it "not wanting to act like a big shot and book expensive recording studios." I'm a one-man orchestra, a chef-d'oeuvre who spends all day producing pop, rock, indie, and ambient mishmash until he finally finds it he likes. My menu? Pink Floyd, Genesis, Supertramp, Muse, Zappa, Miles Davis, and many more. Yes, all at once. I told you: mishmash.
There are guys who write music to become famous. Then there's me. I write music to keep myself from going crazy. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes there's melancholy in it, sometimes it's stories from literature or something sci-fi. Or from Tinder dates my daughters have told me. I mean, who hasn't wondered what "being in Tinder light" is? Exactly. I wrote it down. I use everything I can get my hands on: GarageBand, samples, my voice, AI voices, Udio, VirtualDJ, everything! I don't care if purists say it's no longer art. It doesn't matter, the main thing is that my music feels like a window you can look out of and discover something new again and again.
Every song becomes a little adventure. Sometimes I start with a line, sometimes with a feeling I can't shake. It's like an escape from reality, except in the end, there's no escape. And that's a good thing. This is how I stay grounded. Okay, grounded isn't the right word either. Let me put it this way: I've stayed true to myself. And I'm grateful for everyone who listens, shares, or comments.
It makes me feel like I'm not completely alone in this madness. So if you also like songs that don't follow the rules, I'd be happy if you joined in. After all, the world is crazy enough.
You have to fight that with music. I mean, that's logical, right?

Neptune’s Dream (A Vision From The Far Deep)

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