Name: Office Bullshit Mantra by Julian Vayne in enter the void
Duration: 10 min 36 s
Description: A sound track, useful for seeing through, or creating, or enabling bullshit.

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Kiyumi- Full Therapy Sessions Set

A sound track, useful for seeing through, or creating, or enabling bullshit.

Office Bullshit Mantra

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AMAPIANO B2B | Summer in Malta 2025 
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Whether you're on the beach, at the club, or just chilling, this mix will transport you to where the sun meets the beat.
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🔥 Mixed by: DJ Lady Nelson & Zanele Phoenix
📍 Summer in Malta
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Summer in Malta 2025 B2B Amapiano mix, @Zanelephoenix & myself

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Need help in purging your negative conditioning?

Mass Hypnosis Party

Although we are all born geniuses, the grind of day-to-day living tends to de-genius us. That's the bad news. The good news is that you have the power to re-genius yourself.

I'm going to give you a ritual you can use to jump-start the process.


The Greek philosopher Plato long ago recognized that in addition to eating, drinking, sleeping, breathing, and loving, every creature has an instinctual need to periodically leap up into the air for no other reason than because it feels so good.

      Please face south, leap up in the air, and say these words: "From the south, I purify, electrify, beautify, and fructify this sacred space."

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When I was a kid I used to love to go out in the middle of a meadow and whirl around in spirals until I got so dizzy I fell down. As I lay on the ground, the earth and sky and sun kept reeling madly, and I was no longer just a pinpoint of awareness lodged inside my body, but rather I was an ecstatically undulating swirl in the kaleidoscopic web of life. I invite you to feel that way right now.

      Spin yourself around until you topple over. And while lying on the ground, face west and say these words: "From the west, I sanctify, unify, clarify, and intensify this sacred space."

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The people I trust the most are those who are always tenderly wrestling and negotiating with their own shadows, making preemptive strikes on their personal share of the world's evil, fighting the good fight to keep from spewing their darkness on those around them. I aspire to be like that, which is why I regularly kick my own ass. Will you try that right now wherever you are?

      Jump off the ground and snap your heels up against your butt. Then face north and say these words: "From the north, I immunize, psychoanalyze, satirize, and exorcise this sacred space."

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In one sense each of us is an intriguing, intricately unique individual, justifiably proud of and in love with our own personal story. In another sense, we are all one body, descended from the same primordial mother and made of identical stuff -- the calcium in all of our bones and the iron in all of our blood originally forged in a red giant star that died billions of years ago.

      Rotating slowly in a clockwise direction, look down at your belly as you imagine that at this moment, everyone in the world is breathing along with you. Then face east and say this: "From the east, I lubricate, pollinate, consecrate, and emancipate this sacred space."


Now it's time to confess the truth about who you really are.

      Gaze upward and stretch your arms out high. Say the following: "I am a genius."

      And say this: "I am a lucky, plucky genius."

      And say this: "I am a lucky, plucky, good-sucking genius."


Thank you for finally confessing the truth. It's about time you admitted that you are a miraculous work of art.

You came into this world as a radiant bundle of exuberant riddles. You slipped into this dimension as a shimmering burst of spiral hallelujahs. You blasted into this realm as a lush explosion of ecstatic gratitude. And it is your birthright to fulfill those promises.

I'm not pandering to your egotism by telling you these things. When I say, "Be yourself," I don't mean you should be the self that wants to win every game and use up every resource and stand alone at the end of time on top of a Mt. Everest-sized pile of pretty garbage.

When I say, "Be yourself," I mean the self that says "Thank you!" to the wild irises and the windy rain and the people who grow your food.

When I say, "Be yourself," I mean the rebel creator who's longing to make the whole universe your home and sanctuary.

When I say, "Be yourself," I mean the dissident bodhisattva who's joyfully struggling to germinate the seeds of divine love that are packed inside every moment.

When I say, "Be yourself," I mean the spiritual freedom fighter who's scrambling and finagling and conspiring to relieve your fellow messiahs from their suffering and shower them with rowdy blessings.


Now let's move on to the next stage of your confession.

      Squat. While patting and massaging the ground or floor in front of you, say this: "I am insane."

      And say this: "I am an insane hurricane."

      And say this: "I am a highly trained, entertainingly insane hurricane."


Thank you for finally confessing the truth, which is that you are constitutionally incapable of adapting nicely to the sour and crippled mass hallucination that is mistakenly called "reality." You are too amazingly, blazingly insane for that.

You are too crazy smart to lust after the stupidest secrets of the game of life. You're too seriously delirious to wander sobbing through the sterile, perfumed labyrinth looking in vain for the most ultra-perfect mirror. Thank the Goddess that you are a fiercely tender throb of sublimely berserk abracadabra.

You will never get crammed in a neat little niche in the middle of the road at the end of a nightmare.

You refuse to allow your soul's bones to get ground down into dust and used to fertilize the killing fields that proudly dot the ice cream empire of monumentally demeaning luxuries.

You're too brilliantly cracked for that.

You're too ingeniously whacked.

You're too ineffably godsmacked.


      Now stand up and make a series of small jumps, rotating a quarter turn in a clockwise direction with each jump. And as you do, say this: "I am a lucky, plucky, good-sucking genius and a highly trained, entertainingly insane hurricane."

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This is a piece from the soundtrack for my book, 
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pronoia-Antidote-Paranoia-Revised-Expanded/dp/1556438184/ref=ed_oe_p"><i>PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia</i></a>.



Re-GeniusYourself

You're the chosen one
Just like everyone else
You're stronger than history 
You're too smart to wander through hell

You're the ocean king
nobody can burn your house down
You're the thunder queen
to whom the spirits bow down

But are you awake yet
Are you awake yet

But are you awake yet
Are you awake yet

Talk to the clouds
Walk on the walls
See the secret plan behind it all

and wake up
wake up 
wake up 
wake up
wake up
wake up
wake up

See through the mirror
Fall in love with the sun
Bring out the best in everyone

and wake up
wake up 
wake up 
wake up
wake up
wake up
wake up

You overthrow tyrants
You fight for the right to be wild
You recycle your shadows
You're longing to save the whole world


But are you awake yet
Are you awake yet

But are you awake yet
Are you awake yet

and wake up
wake up 
wake up 
wake up
wake up
wake up
wake up

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"Are You Awake Yet" is from the soundtrack for my book 
"Pronoia Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings," which is available here:
http://bit.ly/Pronoia
http://bit.ly/PronoiaPowells

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Vocals: Jessica Rice
Music: Rob Brezsny


Are You Awake Yet

An excerpt from a Howard Smith interview with John & Yoko in their rented NYC apartment in 1972. Howard dropped by with his tape recorder to find them listening to a Beatles marathon that was on the radio. He pressed "Record," and they spoke for over an hour.

John & Yoko: On Stage Fright

This mix was created by "The Road To Here" and was removed from Youtube. Please Enjoy while you can and big round of applause to the creator of this mix.

The Taoist Way - Alan Watts Chillstep Mix

the DNA sequence of the Covid-19 virus converted into music. Enjoy.

Covid-19

A series of readings from "The Rose Of Paracelsus: On Secrets & Sacraments" by William Leonard Pickard as read, recorded and mixed by Michael Orlando (with music and sound effects). For more information: http://www.freeleonardpickard.org/ and  https://scalesofjustice.org/2020/07/25/freedom-for-william-leonard-pickard-granted/?fbclid=IwAR0bcnP_t_3vasMXxqWOZKk7q_F2ZyEC1lSng7iujDksZl97FIlqnnKfFrI

Rose of Paracelsus

The Rose Of Paracelsus: On Secrets & Sacraments by William Leonard Pickard (Excerpt: Pages 639)

Lyrics and voice by Lua Valentia.
Music composition and production by Ericson Willians.

Lyrics 
Inanna
Mistress of the Heavens,
The One with the Greatest Heart
Your Divine Power enchants the highest serpent peaks
Your Divine Power reaches beyond the dying stars
O, great Queen of Queens, the greatest amongst the supreme
In your honour once more I write
In your memory I immortalize your accomplishments
In your memory I immortalize your avatars
O, Lady with the holy womb and the finest crown
By your left hand I have been nine times enraged
By your darkest shadow I have nine times emerged
And now I fade to a palace Nana's light cannot touch
No living soul could count the amount of gold
No living-dead could usurp my diamonds tears
Though my lament cannot be heard from afar
You, the one who rules the zenith of the heavens
Are capable of hearing the pure musik of my soul
Nanna is submerging once more
In his arms I am fading in my own blood
Most precious Lady, most powerful one
I came to life to be a living Goddess and warrior
Once more I supplicate
Lift me from my darkness
For my enemy must be dethroned
And must perish for his pathetic sins!
Traitor of his own people
He is unworthy of his title, unworthy of his life
His pettiness and ugliness steal my peace and beauty
And this monstrosity desecrate Pindorama's holy land!
O Inana, my lady enveloped in beauty
O Inana, destroyer of the erring
O Inana, mother of the brave one
Hear my prayers
Make me whole
Bring me back my crown
And make me the victorious one.

Caotes - Inanna

Psychedelic Salon

664 - "Leonard Pickard’s Rose of Paracelsus Chapter 4"

☄    ∞   ∴   ☮   ∞   ☀  अहिंसा परमॊ धर्म ☄    ∞   ∴   ☮ 

Praise Laughter,
From the slightly upturned mouth,
To the painful sideache.
Gasping for breath,
May we hear the cosmic joke
And see the ridiculousness
Of life and the world.
When the tragic overwhelms,
Infect us with your
Preposterous happiness.

"The real revolution is to transform yourself, not society. If you can succeed, then society will follow. The world is fucked up, corrupted by capitalist elites, but we cannot hope to win any war on the material plane. Finding the Truth is the only way." (Baba Rampuri)
                

          अहिंसा परमॊ धर्म 

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          अहिंसा परमॊ धर्म 





་ཤེས་རབ་ཀྱི་ཕ་རོལ་ཏུ་ཕྱིན་པ


¡ ɯǝq ǝs ɐʇ



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[ahiṃsā paramo dharmaḥ]
Ahimsa is the greatest Dharma


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