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The rāga saga is a series that acts as a cultural collectiva of our favourite artists from all over, Each raga is an array of melodic structures with musical motifs, considered in the Indian tradition to have the ability to "colour the mind" and affect the emotions of the audience and this journey (raga) comes from the deep digger @stelzenlaeufermusic

DJ/Saxofonist/Biologist...
"Since my childhood i'm playing the saxophone in several live combos. But one day I also fell in love with electronic music....
I like it smooth, I like it slow, I like it driving and drifting. I love to spread my vibe daytime on music festivals, sharing storytelling dj sets and of course still love jammin the saxophone with soulfoul musicians. Once in a while I combine and make live saxophone Dj sets.
In 2018 Me and my friend lockige Ostsee (@Sattlord) founded the @Faultierdisko(sloth disco). We are a Dj team and we have a radio show in our home town Rostock. With the @Faultierdisko podcast series on Soundcloud we support artists and spread our slothdisco vibe."

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rāga 169 • Stelzenläufer • Groove Turf

Slow Podcast #112
by sαumαître
https://soundcloud.com/saumaitre
https://instagram.com/saumaitre_music/

this shift in our world, many will have to heal
themselves deeply by doing their inner work, releasing
burdens within themselves, and creating enough space
so that their own self-love can breath deeply and
expand into unconditional love.
 
as more expand into this field of greater egolessness,
the world will shift with us and be significantly relieved
of the greed that sits at the center of the imbalance
that we currently experience. our love as a humanity
does not need to be perfectly unconditional to change
the world - every time our collective love grows, it
creates a better future.
 
- yung pueblo

Track List:
1. Santi &amp; Tuğçe – Respira
2. Kutus - La piedra tiene energia
3. MoM &amp; ANuT - Madera (Rapossa Remix)
4. NINZE &amp; OKAXY - Air
5. HVOB - Ghost
6. Sebastian Dali &amp; David Rausch - More
7. Gottlieb Scheppert &amp; Rosa Flauschig - Ghostwood
8. ele &amp; bīsu – Coehlo
9. Ibeyi - Eleggua (Viqtourson Edit)
10. David Rausch - Inside Away
11. Christopher Schwarzwälder ft. Iannis Ritter - Long Night
12. Acud - Fliegepeter (Lukas Endhardt Remix)
13. DAS MAER – Der Baum (Original Mix)
14. Zoe Reijue - Cercling (Iorie &quot;Waiting for Love&quot; Mix)
15. Deep Forest - Sweet Lullaby (Double Touch Remix)
16. Ryuichi Sakamoto - Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence (Double Touch Remix)
17. Landhouse &amp; Raddantze - Olamorph

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sαumαître | Holiday Podcast 0112

(Story continued from witchtapes 118 & 121)

After swimming in the lake all night long, Hekske (the little witch) kissed goodbye to her friend Liana The Anaconda and waded back to the shore, where a family of capybaras was waiting for her.  She found back her immaculately white dress after which the friendly animals showed her the way to a clearing in the lush green forest.  The little witch had the time of her life in the Brazilian forest, which was lush and green and full of diversity.  She observed all the colorful exotic birds, like hummingbirds, macaws and araçaris.  This place was a true Garden Of Eden.  The capybaras told Hekske that a gathering of witches would take place the following night in this clearing.  Soon afterwards, 10 Brazilian witches showed up, each of a different color.  Obviously, in this wonderful country, the diversity was not only limited to the wildlife.  There was even a witch from European descent who had fled the persecutions in Europe of the 17th century.  Another witch was born in West-Africa and there was even an 800 year old witch who belonged to the original native population of the Amazon forest.  But the majority of witches were born in Brazil and they all had a different skin color, ranging from pale white to pitch black and in between a lot of mesmerizing shades of brown.  This diversity also meant that the witches of Brazil were using a great variation of spells and recipes, which gave them great powers.
And – in contrast to the silent and introvert witches from Europe – Brazilian witches are way louder and ebullient.  And they know how to party.  This night was the night of their annual ‘Carnaval’ parade.  First all the witches dressed up in extravagant dresses, for which the macaws voluntary donated some plumes.  Meanwhile, the capybaras started to play the drum while a choir of araçaris started with an impressive vocal performance (these intelligent birds are capable of making a wide variety of sounds).  All this noise drew a lot of attention and soon a crowd of forest animals had gathered in the clearing.  The Carnaval Night is a night of peace and even the jaguars and ocelots participated in the festivities.  As time went on, the drums got louder and louder and all Brazilian witches started to move their hips and started a spontaneous sensual dance.  Also the little witch started to move her body. Obviously, she didn’t have the natural dancing talent of a Brazilian witch, but she was sensing an exuberant energy which she had never felt before.  As the night carried on, the dancing became more and more vigorous and with the colorful plumes of the macaws, this became a dazzling spectacle.  The little witch had never felt so energized as she danced all night long in the company of the 10 Brazilian witches who never seemed to get tired. They danced and danced until sunrise, when the drumming gradually abated and they all greeted the rising sun…    

Witchtape #124 | Guest Witch : Aleakim
https://soundcloud.com/4leakim

Photo credits : Ondrej Prosicky

Witchtape #124 | Guest Witch : Aleakim

Numeraki // Beate Barfuß - 16.10.2022

In the year 1606, the famous Italian artist Caravaggio produced the painting Supper at Emmaus. This celebrated picture is housed in the capital Milan. Supper at Emmaus 1606 describes the event that unfolded as recorded in the Holy Bible, specifically in the book of Luke 24.

Caravaggio had mellowed during the four or five years intervening between the two versions of the subject, and this Emmaus has become sacramental in effect. Although its format is similar, details have changed: the aged serving woman added, the innkeeper moved to Christ's left, the still life reduced to a meager supper; and the poses and gestures have ceased to be bombastic. The colors, still varied in hue, have become less striking, the light softened, the atmosphere deepened, the fattura loosened and its glossiness dulled - as in The Death of the Virgin. These changes, none very drastic in itself, indicate a transformed conception of the subject.
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Enjoy this great voyage filled with so much love and art, by our magical friend Andara. we appreciate him as a very unique craftsman, His works have moved us for some time now, and we are fortunate to have him as a member of our family. With old wisdom and modern means of expression, Andara's powerful sounds and environments transport you to the very core of life. also enhancing this impression are his presence and comments. If there were a masterpiece in downtempo, this set would be it. Only renown storytellers have advanced to this point. Andara also has his own Soundcloud podcast series called "Temple Of The Down" 
Follow the artist > @dj_andara @user-923400698

MuséeCast 004 by Andara

Musical story to chill, relax, dance, hug, or have dinner with foes, friends, or both.
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Barong and Rangda, fierce foes of old,
In battles fought, their story's told.
But at this sundown, peace they make,
With weapons down, they choose to break.

The sun, a blazing orb of gold,
Illuminates the scene so bold.
Their table set, a feast prepared,
Together, here, they'll break their bread.

No more the clash of teeth and claw,
No more the sounds of battle's roar.
Just calmness now, and peace so rare,
As Barong and Rangda dine with care.

The sky ablaze, with hues so bright,
A masterpiece of nature's might.
And as they eat, they share a thought,
That perhaps, this peace cannot be bought.

So let us raise a glass, my friend,
To this unique, and happy end.
Of foes, who chose to lay aside,
Their differences, and peacefully dine.

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Tracklist:

A Shaman's Flute (Meditation Music) - Ummet Ozcan

Downtempo Rituals - Halka Suroor - K2W0

Yasha- Geju

All That She Wants (Zuma Dionys & Dibidabo edit) - Ace of Base

Marichi (MUTA Remix)- Sadhu Sensi

Requiem of Silence feat. Deniz Özçelik - Majnoon, Deniz Özçelik

Odin (Pandhora Extended Remix) - Zigan Aldi, Pandhora

Owaya - pulli & chomba (original mix Mastered

Mesta- Oceanvs Orientalis, Ilhan Ersahin

Die Goldamsel - Phuexe

Dhabi (Feines Tier) - Sheli & Her Ghost

Twist ( Katabtu Remix )[ MŎNɅDɅ ] - Sydka

Bassara - Delayla [down.]

Flowers in Mind- Agawe

Soul (Original Mix) - Billy Esteban, Aitor González

Hajna - Abre Los Ojos

Verträumen - Noah Lyas

Insha Allah- Maher Zain

Sabase Pahale (Ilias Katelanos & Plecta Remix) [Univack] - Serious Dancers

Dune Suave - Einmusik

Asura - Elias Doré, Acado

Bifrost (Viking Techno) - Ummet Ozcan

Galatic Roadtripping

Sunset dinner with Barong & Rangda

Here we have an amazing set of very talented @medi-zijn.

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That Escalated Slowly With Zijn

We all know this moment - you are lying in bed with a loved one on a Sunday and the world stands still. 

You put on some music to set the scene for rising temperatures under the sheets…

The beautiful set you put on suddenly brings you out of rhythm, but getting up to skip the track is no longer an option.

We have been scouting for the perfect Sunday morning sets for quite a while already and while "Eigentlich heissen wir Klaus" & "Mattmosphere" have been steady suppliers of them for us, we also developed the idea of asking befriended artists to record one hour of music, to which they like to stay in bed with a loved one. 

It's an intimate ask, but most of them said yes. 

Julia aka @ismetra from our friends at @otawa-rec contacted us a while ago with the idea of making a sensual podcast and hence it was only logical to have her kick off the series, which will from now on be released every two weeks on Sunday morning. 

So grab your special person, get cosy, press play and get ready to let the love birds fly ❤️

Cuddle Cast #1 - Ismētra

DVNIEL (MX): https://soundcloud.com/dvniel-dt
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https://soundcloud.com/yaualirush

Pecci : https://soundcloud.com/pecci-g/sets/electroniquementvotre
source cover: @djshankari ♥️

Many thanks to our guest of the day Mister DVNIEL for this incredible mix, filled with love and exoticism the supreme kiff Musical for us all lovers of this beautiful music 🎵💙🎵

Hola,
Meet me every 2nd Saturday of the month from 20H to 21H for my show Electroniquement'Vôtre 89,8 FM Hossegor (France 40) or on the web: waveradio.fm/emissions/electroniquement-votre/ for a podcast

All you Need is Love ♥️

Pecci 💥

Electroniquement'Vôtre #34(WaveRadio) By Pecci 13-5-23 Guest Mix DVNIEL (MX)

for the lovers of the slow.
for the lovers of surrender.
for the lovers of their moment.
for the lovers of softness.

for the lovers.

Here is an ambient-chill mix I played at UHU sauna...
May it wash through you and carry you into moments of nourishment.

Immer mehr Liebe

slowbloom

Santa Barbara - Why so serious [Leveldva]

It was February and nature was slowly awakening for the spring. Hekske (the little witch) and Falke (the 10-year old witch apprentice) were making their daily inspection round of the forest, when a beech tree drew their attention. It was one of these trees which was being embraced by an ivy creeper. Hekske and Falke tuned in to the trees, which – as always - was a long process and it took over 2,5 hours. Then they got the message. So far, both the beech tree and the ivy enjoyed their close cohabitation, but now the tree was complaining that he was getting kinda suffocated by the creeper. After taking the request, Hekske asked permission from the ivy tree to do some emergency pruning. The creeper was very sorry for the discomfort and agreed to get pruned in order to help her friend. Falke ran to the central clearing and returned with a cheeky grin and with the pruning shears which a ranger had left behind a couple of years ago (actually, the very last ranger who had tried to enter the witch’s forest). The girls chuckled when they remembered how much fun it had been to chase the hapless ranger out of their forest. 
Hekske took the pruning scissors and cautiously started to cut into the beautiful ivy tree. She smiled when she found an empty nest with a perfect shape. This was clearly the nest of the dunnocks who managed to raise 3 chicks last summer. Then the little witch pruned the creeper close to the ground … where she saw something unusual, which she had never noticed before. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was a stone statue. At first it wasn’t clear how this statue looked like, but gradually – after chipping away some more leaves - it became clear that it was a statue of an angel … and strangely it appeared to be glowing softly. The witches had never seen such a thing and got very curious. Falke lovingly caressed the stone statue, and to her surprise it didn’t feel cold at all. On the contrary, it was very pleasant to touch. It felt like a living thing and after a few more caresses the statue started to emit a pulsating light, just like a heartbeat. Hekske and Falke watched this bewildering spectacle with great eyes, and were curious to find out what would happen next …


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Photo credits : Mojahata

Witchtape #165 | Guest Witch : Hedera

Hekske (the little witch) and Falke (the 10-year old witch apprentice) finally arrived in Iceland, after a long, windy and icy flight over the North Atlantic Ocean. After touching down near the coast, the witches got a warm welcome by 3 Eldnorns (Icelandic fire witches) who had been waiting for them in the desolate landscape of solidified lava. Hekske and Falke were soaked to the bone and shivering from the cold, so they were absolutely overjoyed when the Eldnorns showed them the way to a hot spring. They all slipped out of their frozen dresses and waded into the hot water. Hekske immediately felt her frozen feet warm up, followed by her undercooled lower legs, then her thighs before dipping her whole body into the hot water. The heat came from all directions and gradually penetrated into the deepest parts of her body and soul. She opened her eyes, and saw that Falke had closed her eyes and had a blissful smile on her face. They stayed in the water for a really long time, until the eldest Eldnorn called them out of the water.
After drying their bodies and long hair, the Icelandic witch gave Hekske & Falke two Eldnorn dresses, which were white and long and with the typically fiery orange patterns at the bottom. Putting on an Eldnorn dress is always a very special ritual and the Flemish witches suddenly felt an unknown yet very pleasant force penetrate her body after donning this dress. 
After this ceremony, the girls took off and followed the Eldnorns in Northeastern direction, where they saw a column of thick black smoke in the distance. After coming closer, they realized there was a large fissure in the earth and lava was spewing out of the deepest depths over the full length of the crack. The girls looked in awe at this fiery spectacle, before the Icelandic witches flew away towards a little lake, where they gently touched down.
In a matter of seconds, the witches were surrounded by a thunder of dragons. Hekske and Falke looked in awe at these beautiful yet fearsome creatures. The Eldnorn witches explained that this used to be the group of Sigríður, the dragon tamer who sadly passed away a couple of years ago, after being a dragon master since the days of Snorri Sturluson, some 800 years ago. Since that day, the dragons had become a bit listless as they missed their mistress. But today, the dragons were in an ebullient mood, especially when Falke started to talk to them in a language which was completely unknown. The dragons looked at the little witch with sparkling eyes, and soon they sat in a circle around Falke, who calmly patted and caressed each and every dragon while whispering sweet words into their ears.
The Eldnorns were dumbfounded when looking at this spectacle. Since the passing of Sigríður, the dragons had never been in such a frisky mood. Apparently, they had found a new mistress. One of the Eldnorns flew away and came back a few minutes later with a black leather dress. She handed it over to Falke while explaining that this was Sigríður’s attire. Falke put on the dress, and to everybody’s amazement, it was a perfect fit (which is quite amazing giving the fact that Sigríður was really tall, while Falke is still pretty tiny). After she put on this dress, the dragons became even more lively and they all hugged and kissed Falke, trying their best not to scorch her by accident. The dragons were so enthusiastic that one of them took Falke on her back before taking off for a fun flight over the nearby volcanoes and glaciers. 
Finally the new dragon tamer had come …

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Photo credits : Ironika (Irina Alexandrovna)

Witchtape #166 | Guest Wizz : We Are Eternal

After staying for over a week in the ancestral village of Ishola (Hekske’s lover) on the misty slopes of the Ruwenzori Mountains, the witches kissed goodbye to their friendly hosts and continued their flight southwards, following their inner compass. Hekske (the little witch) and Falke (the 10-year old witch apprentice) flew over a wide variety of breathtaking landscapes, like the Okavango delta and the thundering Victoria Falls (Mosi-oa-Tunya). 
While following the Limpopo River, they saw a breathtaking sunset unfold in the west… it was high time to land and find a safe place to spend the night. The witches saw no humans which meant the place was safe. They landed at the foot of a majestic tree, but didn’t have much time to savor the glorious sunset, as a few hungry lions were stealthily approaching them, observing the witches in their long white dresses from close quarter, preparing for a decisive lethal strike. But while looking at the witches, a feeling of tenderness took hold of the lionesses. Instead of attacking, they walked slowly into the direction of the girls, who started to talk with a soft voice to the queens of the jungle. This drew the attention of even more lions and soon they were all lying at the feet of the witches, and Falke played and frolicked with a bunch of lion cubs - who especially loved to play with the girl’s long blond hair (the hair of a young witch is of an indescribable softness). The leader of the pride welcomed the young witches and ordered the other animals to prepare a soft bed of grass for the exhausted girls. And soon the Flemish witches drifted into a blissful sleep in the middle of a circle of lions, whom had never ever experienced a similarly peaceful presence in the plains. 
After a deep, blissful sleep, the witches woke up just before sunrise. Falke quickly realized that the little fluffy thing she was holding tenderly in her arms, was actually a lion cub and when looking around, she saw a lioness watching the two of them with endearment … clearly the cub’s mom. Slowly it dawned to the girl that she had been sleeping in the middle of a circle of lions … easily the best possible protection in the African plains. Despite being far away from her home forest in North-Western Europe, the little witches felt absolutely at ease. They looked around and saw all these wonderful animals roaming on the plains : zebras, antelopes, giraffes and even a herd of elephants in the distance.
A bateleur eagle had spotted the witches and touched down in front of their feet. The girls understood that the bird wanted to take them somewhere and they kissed goodbye to their friends of the lion pride. The eagle flew straight to a nearby forest, and touched down in a clearing where a group of women were waiting for them. These were local witches, but they looked very different from European witches. They were all wearing colorful long clothes. The witches themselves had all kinds of skin colors, ranging from black, brown to white. When Falke said something in Flemish to Hekske, the local witches smiled and started to talk to them in the local Afrikaans language. Hekske and Falke couldn’t believe their ears … this language sounded just like Flemish, but with a more expressive intonation and some funny expressions. They never expected that witches from this part of the world would speak the same language as them. After the welcome hug, the African witches gave an energetic welcome dance, which they would soon teach to their European guests. This place had such a beautiful energy …

https://soundcloud.com/leepdias

Photo credits : Theodore Mattas

Witchtape #167 | Guest Wizz : LEEP

For the fourth time in two years time, Hekske (the little witch) and Falke (the 10-year old witch apprentice) flew eastwards, all the way to the mighty Dnipro river. It was early April and the temperatures were very mild and pleasant. Then they saw their friend Mriya (Мрія) waving at them in the middle of a flowery meadow. Mriya was 14 years old now, and she had grown a lot since their last visit. To Hekske and Falke’s surprise, Mriya greeted them with 3 kisses on the cheek, and wished them a happy Easter. She proudly showed them her easter basket, which was made from willow branches and covered with a white towel, which was beautifully embroidered in yellow and blue patterns. Mriya explained that this towel was made by her great-grandmother over 100 years ago. She explained that she was expecting visitors from all over Ukraine. Soon afterwards, another witch arrived and they all welcomed her with 3 kisses on her cheek. Her name was Vesna and she came from the woods around Mount Hoverla in the west. She had brought some small bottles with colorful dyes : violet from the bark of an elderberry bush, yellow from the flowers of the woadwaxen, gold from onion skins, etc..
Soon afterwards, another witch arrived from the east. She had flown all the way from the scenic valley of the Oskil river.  A little later, another witch flew in from the north but after that it was a long wait for the witch of the South. Finally, a young witch flew by and gently landed on the fairy meadow. She had come all the way from the Valley of Ghosts. And she was not alone as she was accompanied by a sweet-looking animal. The witches were elated when they realized this was the raccoon which was stolen from this area some 1,5 years ago. The lively animal was very happy to be back home again, and soon the raccoon was frolicking with all the witches, and rolling over from joy.
Now that all witches had arrived, Mriya put some eggs on the table while Vesna opened the bottles with the colorful dyes. The local witches knew exactly what to do, applying hot wax on the eggs before scrathing and dying them in elaborate colorful patterns. Many of these patterns had been passed on from witch to witch for centuries. These decorated eggs were called ‘pysanky’.
Vidma, the witch from the northern plains had another method to decorate the eggs, which she did by coating eggs with bee wax and covering them with beads in vivid colorful patterns. This kind of easter eggs were called ‘biserky’.
Hekske and Falke truly enjoyed the typically Slavic cosy atmosphere of the Easter celebrations. And after nightfall, they lit a bonfire, sang spellbinding age-old witch’s songs and they performed folk dances around the fire until well past midnight. 
This was easily the cosiest Easter Hekske and Falke had ever experienced…

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Photo credits : Dobra Kobra

Witchtape #168 | Guest Witch : Enmaniguada

That morning yet another rainstorm lashed over the witch’s forest. Hekske (the little witch) and Falke (the 10-year old witch apprentice) were huddling under their warm moss blanket, and in no hurry to get out of bed. Life of a witch can be very pleasant and rewarding … but just not on rainy and windy mornings like these. It was already early May, but still it was too cold and wet to get into a real spring mood. Falke got impatient and lamented ‘Grrrrr… wish I was on the other side of the world’. Hekske immediately warned her friend that she should be careful with what she says, as she had noticed that Falke’s words can be extremely powerful at times.
Then - from under their moss blanket - the girls noticed that the storm had abruptly calmed down. And strangely, they were suddenly surrounded by the peaceful sound of singing birds … but they didn’t know these bird songs. The 2 witches took a peek at their surroundings and were dumbfounded when they realized that they were on a beach with cliffs in the distance. And when they saw penguins swimming in the sea, the witches realized they must be really far away from home.
Hekske and Falke got up and went for a walk through this mesmerizing landscape, where they soon met 2 local witches, who gave them a warm welcome hug. The eldest witch was white and introduced herself (in Flemish) as Maria Van Aelst and was 382 years of age. The girls were very surprised to meet a Flemish witch on the other side of the globe. Her dark-skinned friend was a very energetic teenager, named Lenah. The local witches guided Hekske and Falke around the island, which consisted of 2 half-islands connected by a sandy land bridge of only a hundred meter wide. The isthmus was a real power spot named ‘umbilical cord’. The witches laid the palm of their hands on the ground and they all could feel the strong pulse of this island.
Hekske and Falke were awestruck by the exotic flora and fauna, which included giant fern trees as well as emus, but also very cute wombats who willingly let themselves be cuddled and kissed by all the witches.
After a long walk, they arrived at the northern shore of the island, where they first saw the sandstone cliffs with spectacular colorful lines and patterns running through them. The Flemish witches had never seen such beautiful stones. In the middle of a circle of stones, the women slipped out of their clothes and Lenah started to apply traditional body paint on their guests, while singing age-old Palawa songs. The body paint was made of natural minerals : ochre clays for red and yellow, and kaolin clay for white. After a couple of hours, all 4 witches were covered in beautiful patterns and colors. All the time, Maria was telling many old stories which she had learned from aboriginal witches. Meanwhile, it was almost sunset time which meant that the next part of the ceremonies would begin. This would be the start of an unforgettable and intense night full of powerful rituals …

Connect with the wizard :
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Photo credits : Marcus Haywood photography

Witchtape #169 | Guest Wizz : Someday Isle

Witches are the guardians of the forests.  We're not evil or dark, just a bit shy.  And even surprisingly sweet and kind... as long as you respect the forest.

Art project of Hekske ('Little Witch' in my native Flemish language).
Founded on the 22nd of January 2017

Avatar and wallpaper by Ironika (Irina Alexandrovna)

Witchtape #124 | Guest Witch : Aleakim

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