To the End of Confusion and Madness

The night I met Inoxx & The Toxx, the city was drowning in its own reflections.

I was chasing what the department called the “Epic Journey case”: people who didn’t jump, didn’t run, didn’t die — they just stepped out of their lives after looping the same anonymous track on repeat. No body, no note. Just headphones on a pillow and a playlist full of ghosts.

Every scene looked the same. A laptop still warm. A browser paused on the same profile. One track spinning in the history, over and over: instrumental, trip-hop, strings, radio static and a heartbeat that wasn’t quite human. The last victim had renamed it “Nocturne: A Night of Wonders,” like they thought it was a private joke.

The trail pulled me uphill to a mansion that shouldn’t have had lights on at 2 a.m. Inside, the air tasted like old secrets. A grand piano waited by the fireplace. On the lid: three glasses, one half-empty, like someone had drunk their courage and left.

They were already there.

A punk with a green mohawk sat at the piano, leather jacket, Union Jack on the sleeve, fingers resting on the keys. By the window, a woman in a red dress watched the city. Her blue hair caught the glow from outside. Between them stood a tall figure in a velvet suit with an old computer monitor for a head, screen humming softly.

“Rough night, detective?” the monitor crackled. “Doesn’t look much like a Summer in Paris to me. Sit.”

I didn’t remember telling them I was a detective. I sat anyway.

The punk started to play. Slow, smoky chords. The kind of music that makes good decisions feel optional. It curled around my thoughts and dug up things I’d tried to bury. Regrets. Almosts. The people I hadn’t saved.

“That’s the one from the file,” I said. My voice sounded further away than it should have.

“In one version,” the woman murmured. “Out there they give it new names. Someone called it The Bright Side of the Moon once. Someone else named it after a person they should have let go. Some write Beware of the Quiet Girl in the title and pretend it’s not about themselves.”

She finally looked at me. Her eyes were too calm, like someone who’d seen every ending and stopped being surprised by any of them.

“The music doesn’t take them,” she said. “We don’t take them. They come here on their own. We just… give their feelings somewhere to live.”

In the corner, a tape machine turned, big reels spinning in a lazy circle. The labels were handwritten: track titles, dates, initials. I recognized some from the case files. One bartender had told me, “That song, it’s like it knows what you almost did.”

Then I saw it. My own initials. Same careful handwriting. Same date as tonight.

On the monitor, the image shifted. I watched myself open the front door, step into the room, drip on the carpet. Same coat. Same tired eyes. Same bad feeling dragging behind me like a second shadow. Behind that, another version of me. And another. Each one slightly different. A word changed here, a hesitation shaved off there. A dozen takes of the same scene.

“If you’re here,” the screen said, voice dropping into the mix, “it means you pressed play again.”

Time folded in my ears. I tried to stand, but the chords held me in place. I understood, suddenly, why no one left a note. You don’t write a goodbye letter to a song. You just hit play one more time and let it do the talking.

“That’s the real Epic Journey,” the punk said quietly, not looking at me. “Not running away. Finally letting the soundtrack match what’s inside your head.”

Moonlight slid across the room, erasing the corners. For a second, the salon didn’t feel like a place at all, more like the inside of a track: loops, echoes, reverb, tiny details you only hear on the tenth listen.

“That’s how it works here,” the woman in red said. “Nobody goes missing, detective.”

She leaned back into the shadows as the tape clicked and locked into place.

“They just stay in the song.”

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e+ . ..  ..... /I\ ........ /I\ ........ /I\ ...      .  . . .:::/I\
e+ . .. .…../\ ......... /\ ......... /\ ....     .  . . .::://

my world is yours


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At yesterday’s dawn, I saw them with my own eyes, not in the mind or in dreams. Since then, everything has shifted. Seeing clarifies, yet knowing carries its own cost.

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Before SoundCloud, my home was a platform called Loudly. That space holds my entire history, 111 tracks created over 9 and a half years. During my active years there, I became well known within that community. Many of my most popular tracks reached numbers far beyond what I’ve achieved so far on SoundCloud, some with over six times more likes and plays. Juggernaut 2.0 was one of those moments. It trended at number one for days, became one of my most played and most loved tracks, and it has always been one of my wife’s favorites among everything I’ve created.

I took a hiatus. When I returned, the platform was no longer the same. The energy had faded, the community was quieter. Today, it lives on as a personal archive, a place where I can witness who I was, who I am, and who I am becoming.

I originally started uploading to SoundCloud simply to have another place for my music. Over time, it became clear this is my new home. It feels like a true beginning again.

Last night, I dreamed I was creating music. The track was called Juggernaut III. Juggernaut 2.0 is so old that I don’t even have the project anymore. That tells me this isn’t about recreating the past. I’m going back to my roots. The first track that carried me into the trends back then will be the one I reshape now, from the ground up.

For those who want to explore my earlier tracks and evolution, I’ll leave the link to my previous platform here:

https://www.loudly.com/community/profiles/gzus61611

Juggernaut 3.0 arrives Jan 2026.


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“Paradise is already here, now. It has always been right here, right now under the dream that there was a ‘you’ who was somehow separate from it and who needed to do something to find it.”
-Scott Kiloby

“Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.”
-Jesus Christ

"We almost never think of the present, and if we do think of it, it is only to see what light is throws on our plans for the future. The present is never our end. The past and the present are our means, the future alone our end. Thus we never actually live, but hope to live, and since we are always planning how to be happy, it is inevitable that we should never be so.
-Blaise Pascal


Different eras, same awakening. Paradise is here. The kingdom is within. Life is now. The door is not ahead of you. It is within you. Step into this moment.

also: I prefer to say “present movement” instead of “present moment” because life is never still. Everything, thoughts, feelings, sensations, only happens in the ever-changing this-here-now. “Movement” captures the flow and spontaneity of life more accurately.


https://youtu.be/kz5WcekR3cM?si=3QCQY40I06yd2Sgx


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From the Monad I came, to the Monad I return. 


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“Returning to the source is stillness,
which is the way of nature.
The way of nature is unchanging,
and knowing constancy is insight.
Not knowing constancy leads to disaster.
Knowing constancy, the mind is open.
With an open mind, you will be open-hearted.
Being open-hearted, you will act royally.
Being royal, you will attain the divine.
Being divine, you will be at one with the Tao.
Being at one with the Tao is eternal,
and though the body dies, the Tao will never pass away." - Lao Tzu 



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Birthday: Jun 6 1991
Name: Jesus Emanuel Salib
Married (11+ years)
I live for 3 things: 1) God, 2) My family & loved ones, & 3) Music that carries Healing 
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My Music can be found on Spotify and Apple Music

synthetic pulse // real chaos
error becomes rhythm ⚙️

Sanja(she her) c/o Neurologick Thunder Records
bass player and electronic musician. 
https://soundcloud.com/slewdub23
@denatura23
https://soundcloud.com/nexus-arkestra
@sunbeamspells
@quadsanjana
thank you for listening. Free to download, free to play around with(give credit!)

artworks by Astarte23 

please check out the other recent pages below in the links and the  *long sets* section at taRka 
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The creation of Brain Hop responds to the perception that a lot of current music leans heavily on surface-level entertainment while neglecting intellectual and existential depth. It aims to provide an artistic space where artists explore profound social, political, and existential issues through innovative production and poetic or experimental vocal delivery. Brain Hop can interact with hip-hop, electronic, pop, or experimental traditions, but is defined above all by its focus on ideas and reflection rather than by any single beat pattern or instrumentation.

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Inspired by 60's-70's singer songwriters. Music comes and goes, sometimes it rhymes, sometimes it flows.

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To the End of Confusion and Madness

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