⏳️  Once it seemed the Sands of time fell slowly ,when there was abundance of it and of other things too...🏞

🕥🕙🕤 Then we entered a time where the Uncountable Grains spilt faster as I age , we age, and empires age...🌆

🌐 💥  But now , Pandoras Box has been ripped open, and the sand - tossed to the void brings our souls' journey deep into chaos.🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺☄️

🛸 The Scribes of Avalon fall into a new chapter where the darkness of the void seems forever , the space between us vast ,and as global turmoil Spreads and effects each person, I'm brought back to my original reason for being here... to give a warning and guidance as blunt as possible.📣

🎤On this beat by Wolf Bane , I begin with an easy to understand verse of the basics of this message🚧🛸☄️
🎤 Codex Scrolls brings the supporting data in the second one 💼📖. 
🎤Wolf Bane provides an ominous verse of the story we are going through in the third....
.....it would be wise to listen !   We would be greatfull and pleased that we reached you.  🙌  

Son Of Lamechs Lyrics: 


Atlast, I'm passed a circuit breaker
From a past of massive tasks
n purpose greater than I asked      
Before my perfect maker
Made a craft  that will last 
N Explore the surface Craters 
N waves of noxious gas 
In porous mountain faces
Escapes its Pouring ash 
From fountain blazes 
Of hot molten splash 
That smash golden gates 
And the ones who dash 
To ask  get told to wait 
Coz the first shall be last 
In line hold your place
N watch as time flashes 
Drivin fast in the race 
But watch me fly past 
Cnt keep up the pace 
Youl Slide and crash 
N die a pile a waste
Ur Face became an ass 
While I embrace a fate
N Demons from the past 
N all my past mistakes
Revieling em atlast 
as times mirror breaks
Im Feeling the glass
Smash sheer n Graise 
My skin peel and flap 
Till my skeleton gaze 
Back i scream n gasp 
my Adrenalin raise 
N it all fades to black 
Then red again in rage
So I've made a stash 
developin grenades
I've placed in a cache 
That's ready for brigades
That Machete slash 
They're way in blockades
That r already smashed 
Now the clock face decay
They got our race clash 
Face to face time frays 
As the last days pass 



Time Has Broken

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I. A Signal in the Fog Nebula
At the dead center of a lavender dust cloud—so dense that even photons tripped over themselves—Captain Averi Kincairn floated in her derelict survey skiff. For two unmarked cycles she had listened to static hiss across every band the skiff’s receiver could reach. Then, on the edge of sleep, the static warped. It folded in on itself, became a hush, and finally resolved into a whisper of crackling violet light that shimmered across her cockpit glass like a swarm of fireflies.

The pattern wasn’t random. It traced runes older than any star-chart—glyphs from a pre-crystal civilization scholars called the Silent Makers. Legends claimed the Makers threaded entire galaxies with invisible arches, portals so narrow only light could pass. Averi, orphaned scavenger and reluctant dreamer, had spent her life hunting for proof. So when the violet swarm spiraled into the ancient Maker symbol for “open,” she understood: a Gate was near.

She powered every thruster to maximum and plunged into the fog.

II. Corridor of Shifting Planes
A luminescent corridor burst forth, carved through the nebula like a crystalline knife wound. Facets of unknown mineral lined the passage—each facet reflecting not her skiff, but alternate versions of her life. In one facet she piloted a merchant frigate; in another she grew elder beneath a garden sun; in another she never left the orphanage at all. The corridor was forcing her to confront diverging futures, tempting her to veer off course and disappear into a mirror of “might-have-been.”

Keeping her eyes fixed on a single violet point gleaming ahead, Averi nudged the skiff deeper. Reality around her kinked and refolded. Time slowed to the rhythm of her pulse. Colors she had no names for bled from facet to facet, painting her cockpit with kaleidoscopic tides until she forgot the way starlight normally looked.

Yet the point remained—steady, pulsing like a beacon. When she reached it, the facets snapped shut behind her with a silent shudder, and her skiff burst into open black.

Suspended before her, impossibly vast, hovered a Gate: an eight-spoked wheel forged from woven amethyst arcs, each spoke ablaze with countless tiny fireflies flickering in unison. They moved like neurons firing—but also like dancers trading partners in a silent ballroom—the choreography both mechanical and ecstatic.

Averi throttled back. Every childhood myth about Maker Gates ended with the same warning: They devour the unprepared. She drew a trembling breath.
“Devour or deliver,” she whispered—and keyed the impulse drive.

III. Threshold Burn
The Gate accepted her. The skiff pierced its core and dissolved into pure vector: coordinates divorced from matter, will pressed flat against distance. She became velocity itself. She tasted iron memories, smelled petrichor that had never fallen on any planet she knew—sensed moments stacked like playing cards inside a cosmic deck being rapidly shuffled.

The voice subsided, satisfied.

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Violet Firefly Gateways

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ONE TIME (Prod. Beekool)

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Starwell of the Null Garden
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The field was a sheet of cooled night—black glass stretched to every horizon, unmarked, unscarred, holding a silence that felt designed. Nothing moved. Even the wind kept its thoughts to itself. Above, a single white disk hung in a sky the color of an unblinking eye. It wasn’t a sun in any faithful sense; it didn’t warm, it didn’t arc, it didn’t dim. It merely existed in a way that implied observation.

The traveler arrived with boots that did not echo. They paused to test the place with a breath. Air, metallic and clean, entered and left their lungs as if passing through a narrow instrument. Their coat carried a seam of cyan light along the hem, a habit taken from other worlds where shadows kept score; here, the light cut no more than a suggestion along the glass.

A tremor rose beneath their feet—steady, unhurried, identical from one pulse to the next. The black field flexed like the surface of a held note, then cracked along a hexagon so precise it might have been measured by a patience older than mathematics. Light bled upward through the seam, saturating the hexagon, then the one beside it, then the next, until a column of hexagonal plates rose into the air with the diligence of a plant uncoiling.

It was an elevator without walls, a starwell, and the steps it offered were simple: up.

The traveler set a foot on the first light-plate. The plate accepted the weight, glowed a shade deeper, and ascended. Another plate took its place beneath, then another. The starwell climbed, carrying its passenger into a shaft of perfectly still air where dust never existed and sound had to invent itself. Each hexagon expanded and contracted as if breathing; the traveler matched that rhythm without knowing when the decision had been made.

As they rose, the glass field below revealed patterns like frost. Threads of quartz traced sigils that widened into channels and closed again, searching for a memory of water. Halfway through the ascent, the white disk overhead winked—one crisp shutter of absence—and returned to watching. The starwell reached a height where the horizon curved, then stopped as if listening.

The traveler stepped off. The platform had delivered them to a hovering terrace cut from nothing: a balcony of air with a thin rail of light to keep the idea of falling honest. Far below, the glass field was no longer empty. Pale filaments were pushing through it, quivering as they tested the world. In seconds the filaments thickened into latticed columns—quartz spines veined with faint teal. Plates slid into existence along the columns, opening like gills. The gills pulsed and released motes that drifted upward in spirals.

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The Hidden Call [L’Appel Cache]

piano électrique, piano, guitare, voix, pour une petite ballade folk

en rêvant à la source

nb_114 Instrumental intermission (Get well soon and I hope you stay well)

Between the Worlds

The Awakening

the comedy is over

Irish Breakfast ( free download  mp3 )

What is that bridge to get people back to what connects - hmmmm - I wonder what that could possible be? I don't know - maybe its in this track. 

Matters Of The Heart Lyrics 

This ain’t no love letter
Like any other 
You can take it or leave it 
Many don’t bother 
When we complicate feeling 
Let curiosity spark
The search for meaning 
Reconnection to start
For matters of the heart 
(Matters of the heart)

When I’m stuffed into boxes
That clearly don’t fit me  
And you spook rather easily
At my fearless speak 
Aversion to the versions
Of being what we can be 
Systems wired 
For the head not to see 

Without vision 
Others take full command 
Without free will 
We comply to their demands 
They’re not all wrong
But neither all right, you see  
It’s not really our train ride 
The powerless dream  

This ain’t no love letter
Like any other 
You can take it or leave it 
Many don’t bother 
When we complicate feeling 
Let curiosity spark
The search for meaning 
Reconnection to start

Divided, never conquered 
The spirit lives large 
That connection feeling 
Brings light from the heart  
Divided, never conquered 
The spirit can start
The courage back to feeling 
For matters of the heart
(Matters of the heart)

Don’t trust the fear  
That disconnects the love  
Make it earn your trust 
Fear rarely ever does 

I wanna reach you 
Not to scare you  
Can you dig it my friend?
I wanna discuss  
Our greatness 
So it shines to no end  
I wanna reach you  
To feel deep again 
It’s why we’re here  
The same and different 
So let’s celebrate 
The oneness and uniqueness 
That make us great 
For matters of the heart 
(Matters of the heart)

I have made peace  
With your rejections  
Your fears and doubts  
The choices to deny 
Purpose again right now 
Maybe later, another time 
Maybe for you another life  
Our will is precious  
(That's rIght) 

This ain’t no love letter
Like any other 
You can take it or leave it 
Many don’t bother 
When we complicate feeling 
Let curiosity spark
The search for meaning 
Reconnection to start

Divided, never conquered 
The spirit lives large 
That connection feeling 
Brings light from the heart  
Divided, never conquered 
The spirit can start
The courage back to feeling 
For matters of the heart
(Matters of the heart)

Don’t trust the fear  
That disconnects the love  
Make it earn your trust 
Fear rarely ever does (My friend) 

Don’t trust the fear  
That disconnects the love  
Make it earn your trust 
Fear rarely ever does (My friend) 
For matters of the heart 
(Matters of the heart)

Matters Of The Heart

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