Starting as an ending to the enslavement—no, this is the true enslavement, my chains forged from jagged shards of misery, locked away in the marrow of my bones, gnawing relentlessly, devouring from within like parasitic worms that burrow deeper with every breath...
Seeping poisons running like black ink under my pallid skin, crawling through veins that pulse with rot, invading the enamel of my teeth, grinding them to dust as I clench against the invasion...
I stare at you, crimson vial of temptation, and you taste like overripe cherries bursting on my tongue—a choking sweetness laced with thorns, the bitter aftertaste of wilted leaves from numbed fantasies that wilt and die in the light...
Chewable synthetic morphine, a devil's candy 1000 times the potency of heroin's whisper, lulling me into eternal sleep where dreams dissolve into void...
Awake yet severed, speaking in a disconnected tongue twisted by delirium, plucked from the gnarled branches of an opiate goddess's tree...
Indo Plant, she's the forsaken sister of the poppy, my divine tormentor, my unholy wife, cradling me in thorns as she feeds me her venomous milk...
I take you one by one, hour bleeding into hour, but as five agonizing hours crawl past, you infiltrate my body like slow-dripping cyanide, a toxic lover keeping me teetering on life's frayed edge...
Alive just to savor the exquisite agony of what death feels like—numb vibrations humming through hollowed flesh, a symphony of nothingness that echoes in my skull...
The metallic tang on my lips reminds me of blood, coppery and warm, spilling from self-inflicted wounds that never heal...
Hitting me like a insidious virus, trickling at first then rushing in a torrent through my bloodstream, flooding every cell with euphoric decay...
A warm blanket enveloping me, mimicking a mother's long-lost comfort, but twisted into a shroud that smothers...
Held captive by the emotions I couldn't grasp when awake and utterly alone, now amplified in this haze—raw, ripping grief, terror, and ecstasy intertwined, pulling me under into an abyss where escape is a forgotten myth, and the high is just prolonged suicide in disguise.

Falling In Love

Memories Do Not Open 

It Won't Kill Ya, The Chainsmokers (NOA|AON Remix) -

Anjulie presents her amazing tune Where The Love Goes. For this record, she teams up with Oskar Flood, which proves a golden teamup for sure. Together they deliver a pop influenced record that floods with infectious clings, vivacious hihats and the impressive vocals from Anjulie herself. Don’t miss out on this one. Great music right here!

Where The Love Goes

Anjulie featuring Oskar Flood - Where The Love Goes (Preview) [Available 23 June]

Thirty Seconds To Mars - Walk On Water Remix

Decided to put out this remix that i started a few months ago on this great track by @thechainsmokers and s/o to them for providing the acapella for me to finish this beauty! A lil something of whats to come a mix of many elements and different grooves with a lot of cuts and chops aka complextrap. Enjoy <3

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I Like The Way

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Memories...Do Not Open

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WHY & Purpose
To co-create Earth 2.0—a new paradigm of unity, expansion, and conscious evolution. By transcending limitations and awakening collective potential, we pave the way for a thriving, harmonious world.
Tagline: Together, We Elevate Humanity.

THE ORIGIN & MEANING OF UPPER AEON
Upper AEON is more than a brand—it is a calling, a blueprint, and a movement that emerged through divine remembrance. The name "AEON" comes from the Greek aiōn, meaning "eternity" or "age." In ancient traditions, AEONS are emanations of divine intelligence—timeless expressions of consciousness that shape the evolution of reality.
We understand Upper AEON as a realm of pure awareness, love, and harmony—a high-frequency dimension from which we all originate. This realm exists beyond illusion, beyond limitation, and serves as the template for what we now call Earth 2.0.
In contrast, our current reality is often experienced as an illusory domain marked by limitation, fragmentation, and suffering—a flawed imitation of a higher-dimensional existence, lacking the creative power and coherence inherent in the original "Prime Reality." When we forget our true origin, we live inside a program of separation. When we remember, we reclaim our divine creative authority.
Upper AEON is our collective remembering of this higher-dimensional existence. It is a return to source codes—of unity, coherence, and transformation. As we align with these frequencies, we unlock the creative power to regenerate not only ourselves, but also the Earth.
This vision came through us—Pavel AEON and Fairy AEON—during a global pilgrimage of healing, service, and spiritual reawakening with our three children. Together, we remembered our role in transmitting the blueprint of Earth 2.0 to those ready to reclaim their power and rise in unity.
This movement is not about leadership from above. It is a shared uprising. A frequency. A remembering.

It Won't Kill Ya, The Chainsmokers (NOA|AON Remix) -

Pavel Aeon