https://www.boiseremedycenter.com/blog/the-psychology-behind-my-who-i-am-song

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✍️ Lyrics written by Dr Mester. Protected under U.S. Copyright laws.
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This song is for the ones who give until they break—and then rebuild sharper. A forged soul in motion: empathy with boundaries, loyalty with claws. It’s the sound of a heart that’s been used like an engine, tuned through heartbreak and quiet evolution.

Forged in the push-pull of Type 2 sensitivity and Ox endurance, this track carries the pulse of those who serve, protect, and finally learn to protect themselves too. It’s soul, funk, and reflection rolled into one—baritone warmth, disco light, and the grit of someone who’s done shadow work with a rhythm section.

The groove is kitchen-floor honest: no filters, no glitter, just truth that moves.

What it is:
A grounded soul anthem for the strong-but-tired, the caretakers who found their spine, the calm eye inside their own storm. A dance of boundaries and compassion—Barry White meets inner alchemy.

What it is not:
Not a cry for attention. Not ego in disguise. Not plastic, no  bullshit - “self-love” slogans or radio fluff. This is real growth with a groove.

Who I Am

https://www.boiseremedycenter.com/blog/the-psychology-behind-my-who-i-am-song
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Ki vagyok én --(Enneagram 2 – Ökör szív ötvözet)

Leírás:
Ez a dal azoknak szól, akik addig adtak, míg majdnem elfogytak — aztán újraépítették magukat, élesebben, tisztábban. Egy mozgásban lévő, megkovácsolt lélek: együttérzés határokkal, hűség karmokkal. Ez a szív hangja, amit motor módjára használtak, és amit a fájdalom újrahangolt.

A Type 2 érzékenység és az Ökör kitartás elegyéből született. Ez a dal azoké, akik szolgálnak, védenek, és végül megtanulják magukat is megvédeni. Lélek, funk és önismeret egyben – bariton melegség, diszkófény, és a belső árnyékmunka ritmusa.

A groove olyan, mint az élet a konyhapadlón: szűretlen, őszinte, mozduló igazság.

Mi ez:
Egy földhözragadt soul himnusz a fáradt erőseknek. Azoknak, akik adnak, de már tudják, mikor kell nemet mondani. Egy tánc az egyensúly és az együttérzés között – mintha Barry White a léleksebészeten járt volna.

Mi nem ez:
Nem segélykérés. Nem ego mutatvány. Nem műanyag „önszeretet” szlogen. Ez valódi fejlődés, valódi groove-val.

Ki Vagyok En

"Social Theater Hotline (1-800-LIKEME)" grew out of my article “The Unspoken Rules of Social Performance, 
at:  https://www.boiseremedycenter.com/blog/the-10-minute-theater-why-people-oxst-each-other-upon-meeting Mirroring, and the Games We Play to Be Seen.”

The song turns that idea inside out: a hotline to our collective performance anxiety. It’s about the endless choreography of being “real” in public — and how we mirror each other’s masks until we forget who started the lie. But beneath the satire sits something quieter: we perform because we’re afraid to be truly seen. The first eyes we flinch from aren’t the crowd’s — they’re our own.

It’s self-conscious pop for the terminally self-aware — an anthem for everyone who’s ever edited their truth mid-sentence.

The First 10 Minutes of BS

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For everyone who ever wept to Tupac’s Dear Mama — this is her answer.
A mother’s voice rising from memory and metal bars, reaching for her son through time, through pain, through love that never learned how to quit.

What it is: A raw, soulful confession from a mother to her son, 2Pac — a prayer, a letter, and a heartbeat wrapped in one.” The reply the world never heard. A prayer in rhythm. A confession dressed in grace. A hand pressed to glass that still believes the other side can feel it.

What it is not:
It’s not about blame, not about saving anyone. It’s about SEEING someone ; your child, your mother, when the world already turned away.

For everyone locked away in concrete and silence, there’s still somebody who believes in you. A mother who never stopped. A heart that still knows your name.

(West Coast cinematic soul-hop — emotional, reverent, truthful. Inspired by Tupac Shakur’s “Dear Mama.”)

Dear Son (A Mother’s Reply to 2Pac)

Link to my blog, where I break down the song:
https://www.boiseremedycenter.com/blog/the-anatomists-song-dissecting-the-10000-year-old-lie

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A roots-rock reggae arrangement (one-drop rhythm, heavy bass, crisp off-beats) that channels the pulse of survival, revolt and the machine of empire.

Marvin Harris's 'Cannibals and Kings' revealed a foundational lie: civilization wasn't built on cooperation, but on a protein monopoly. As kings and priests consolidated power, they propagated a new social order—one where the many were fed a diet of grains and ideologies of "isms", while the few reserved the nutrient-dense, satiating meat for themselves.

This song is the soundtrack to that betrayal. From the first irrigation ditch that choked a river to the "contracts on the street" that replaced physical chains, we trace the evolution of this cannibalistic system. It's in the way love was outsourced to the army, how faith was sold by the priest, and how we now kneel before a surplus we're told is scarce.

This is for everyone who's ever felt the weight of the chain and wondered where it came from. The feast is still going on. The question is, are you at the table, or are you on it?

THIS IS:
•	A sonic indictment of the first class system, built on a stomach-level betrayal.
•	The unwritten history of your last meal, tracing the line from the first granary to the modern contract.
•	A lyrical bloodstain on the marble floors of the palace, exposing the bones it's built on.
•	For everyone who knows the system is cannibalistic and is tired of being told it's a feast.
THIS AIN'T:
•	A vague, poetic lament about "the system." This is surgical.
•	A call for a return to some romanticized "primitive" past. This is about understanding the trap so we can break out of it.
•	Background music for studying. This is a demand to pay attention.
•	Hopecore. This is a warning from the gutters beneath the throne.

The Garden Turned Machine



Link to my blog, where I break down the song:
www.boiseremedycenter.com/blog/the-ana…year-old-lie

(The English version is below with same cover art)

🎙️ Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI.
✍️ Lyrics written by Dr Mester. Protected under U.S. Copyright laws.
⚠️ Not for commercial use.

A roots-rock reggae arrangement (one-drop rhythm, heavy bass, crisp off-beats) that channels the pulse of survival, revolt and the machine of empire.

Marvin Harris's 'Cannibals and Kings' revealed a foundational lie: civilization wasn't built on cooperation, but on a protein monopoly. As kings and priests consolidated power, they propagated a new social order—one where the many were fed a diet of grains and ideologies of "isms", while the few reserved the nutrient-dense, satiating meat for themselves.

This song is the soundtrack to that betrayal. From the first irrigation ditch that choked a river to the "contracts on the street" that replaced physical chains, we trace the evolution of this cannibalistic system. It's in the way love was outsourced to the army, how faith was sold by the priest, and how we now kneel before a surplus we're told is scarce.

This is for everyone who's ever felt the weight of the chain and wondered where it came from. The feast is still going on. The question is, are you at the table, or are you on it?

THIS IS:
• A sonic indictment of the first class system, built on a stomach-level betrayal.
• The unwritten history of your last meal, tracing the line from the first granary to the modern contract.
• A lyrical bloodstain on the marble floors of the palace, exposing the bones it's built on.
• For everyone who knows the system is cannibalistic and is tired of being told it's a feast.
THIS AIN'T:
• A vague, poetic lament about "the system." This is surgical.
• A call for a return to some romanticized "primitive" past. This is about understanding the trap so we can break out of it.
• Background music for studying. This is a demand to pay attention.
• Hopecore. This is a warning from the gutters beneath the throne.


The Garden Turned Machine (ITALIA)

a welcome song for Laura with a skill of fire cupping. please visit her. 

Welcome On Board, Laura

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TWIN FLAMES: COSMIC BS DETECTOR
A funkadelic–disco roast built from my article on the twin-flame belief system:
https://www.boiseremedycenter.com/blog/twin-flames-talk

Twin Flame BS Detector

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WHO DARES? The Reckoning Within
Who This Is For:
This is for the ones who feel the fracture. For the man who is tired of being told he's toxic or useless. For the woman who is exhausted from the "strong independent" lie. For those who look at the dating world, the endless blame game, and feel in their gut that we're missing the real point. This is for anyone ready to ask the harder questions, even when the answers demand something from them.
What This Is:
A sonic dissection of the collective spiritual crisis. This track is the funcadelic score to my blog post, Reclaiming Wholeness: https://www.boiseremedycenter.com/blog/the-path-to-collective-healing.
Think of it as the lyrical exhumation of the themes I explore there—the father-shaped void, the war between masculine and feminine energies, and our reduction to mere utilities. It holds your hand through the chaos and, at the bridge, offers the undeniable, common-sense truth we've collectively lost: healing begins within. The outro is a punch to the chest, a final warning and a call to arms.
This piece, Funkfracture, stems from my direct analysis of the modern psyche. It is the sound of a population breaking under the weight of its own disconnection.
What This Is NOT:
•	This is NOT a "relationship hack" or dating advice.
•	This is NOT another track blaming one gender for all our problems.
•	This is NOT a comfortable, easy listen filled with empty platitudes.
•	This is NOT establishment-friendly. It does not water down the message.
This is the conversation we're all avoiding. The final question is the most important one you'll answer today.
Credits:
A Funkfracture manifesto by Dr P. Mester ND. A synthesis of perspectives from Peterson, Hellinger, Müller, and Csernus, channeled through the lens of my work on collective healing.

The Archetypes (A Director's Note):
The characters are not people; they are the warring parts of our collective psyche.
•	SOPHIA: Divine Wisdom. The feminine principle that is exhausted by its own defensive strength, yearning to reconnect with its source.
•	PERSEUS: The Guided Hero. The masculine principle that must use reflection (the mirror) to navigate the maze and face the monster without turning to stone. He represents the potential for re-integration.
•	MARCUS: The Wounded Warrior. The masculine trapped in rigid, defensive skepticism, rejecting the spiritual nourishment required to heal.
•	ISADORA: Gift of the Goddess. The embodied, graceful feminine that has already achieved inner balance and serves as a beacon.
This isn't a story about them. It's a diagnosis of what's missing within us.
On The "Nikita" Reference:
The lyric isn't an attack on a character; it's an indictment of the weaponized narrative.
Shows like Nikita (and the entire Hollywood machinery behind them) don't create "strong women." They create emotionally detached female weapons, portraying a distorted, hyper-violent "independence" that severs the feminine from its true strength—vulnerability, connection, and wisdom.
This is not feminism. This is a false idol designed to make both men and women confused, hostile, and disconnected. It's a psyop sold as entertainment.
When "Nikita chops the heads off heavyweight Navy SEAL dudes," it's not empowerment. It's a lie that makes real healing impossible.

Who Dares_ The Reckoning Within.

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A full-length scat jazz duet, a tribute to the raw, improvisational spirit of the 1950s. This isn't a song with words; the human voice is the instrument—the trumpet, the saxophone, the rhythm section. We often forget that this art form, this vocal improvisation, is a monumental skill, often more demanding than singing lyrics itself. It's pure, unadulterated musical conversation.

This is a shout-out to the hallowed ground that birthed this sound: Birdland. The iconic New York club where the titans of jazz forged the language of modern music. This track is for Charlie "Bird" Parker, Miles Davis, Dizzy Gillespie, Count Basie, the divine Ella Fitzgerald, and the soulful Jimmy Smith on the Hammond B-3.

What this is:
A cinematic journey. A rainy night arrival in a Cadillac. A smoky club. The conversation between two voices and a roaring big band. A story told through bourbon, Havana smoke, and a smoke ring that morphs into a heart. It's a celebration of rhythm, melody, and the joy of swing.

What this is not:
Words. Compromise. Background music. A cliché. Corny.

So, park your Caddy, step inside, and let the rhythm move you.

Skat at Birland's

NOT HERE TO TRADE HOLLOW FOLLOW FOR FOLLOW NOR NEED LIKES OR ANY PROPOSAL, TY!

"Naturopath by profession, rhythm-maker by passion. Exploring the deep connections between ancestral wisdom, nutrition, and sound. Funk-infused truths, anything from  fermented beets to delicious raw beats, and messages that challenge the norm."

Who I Am

Dr Mester Funk

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