Recorded in 2015, an ambient, atmpospheric and deeply relaxing piece from Paul landry.
Track: Lost In Clouds
Album: There Are No Roads In The Sky
Artist: Paul Landry - Synthesizers, keyboards
Website www.meditationmusicdownloads.com
YouTube Channel www.youtube.com/channel/UC4oiRhX2…vzHQwmVt0A/videos

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Lost in Clouds by Paul Landry

i dodged a bullet for the sins i committed, i lay my life down just for you.

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Music, Art, Culture, Society, Language, Reading, Books, Authors, and Doers.  That's the Power of Home Depot.  

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Der Freundliche Sultan - live at Garbicz festival 2016 (excerpt)

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Inspirado por las secuencias y sonidos del Techno, IDM, Downtempo y Ambient, Zadok logró crear un nuevo ritmo dentro de la escena electrónica. Experimentando con el BPM a un alto y bajo tiempo envuelve al espectador en un ambiente atípico.
En “Shaitan” exploramos un ambiente lleno de sintetizadores y sonidos envolventes que resuelven en un una explosion penetrante de ritmo solido.

Inspired by the sequences and sounds of Techno, IDM, Downtempo and Ambient, Zadok manages to create a new rhythm inside the electronic scene. Experimenting with fast and slow BPM levels he wraps the audience in an atypical environment.
In “Shaitan” we explore and ambiance filled with engaging sound and synthesizers that resolve in a explosion of penetrating solid rhythm.

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Zadok - Shaitan

First time at @rinse_france before the @infine-music Party.
We had a technical issue during the live recording (one of the USBs crashed midset, RIP) so we decided to re-record the set to show what it should have been  :)

A bit more mental and introspective than usual, Winter effect I suppose.

>> Is consciousness produced by the brain ? ///

Psycho Tropiques @Rinse France for Infiné - 08.02.20

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Artwork: Matias Santa Maria
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Fool fall from the dream Tale by @ventralisgolden

Nobody saw him disembark the Yāna as it descended to earth and sank slowly into the sacred mud. 

As the riverbanks absorbed him, the Fool, disoriented at first, emerged from the algorithmic sleep of a thousand spores containing old worlds. Adjusting to the new environment, his sense of origin dwindled in the twilight of the processors. Long drones of mechanical ohms stretched along the air waves from the same forgotten distance from which he came. His mind knew the drone only as an synthetic mechanism now. It’s vaguity echoing faintly through the fine particles in the vertiginous air, eventually coming to rest upon his lips like a vast hall of molecular libraries. He spoke its name to define the edges of the sound. ’Or’ breathed the Fool. “Or” he breathed again.

His voice moved like a string of vibrating pearls through the imperceptible atmospheric tones surrounding him, producing an agitated thought-form of momentary clarity.
“Or” he said. “Or” he repeated. The pattern emerged once more. He recognised it’s form as Le Charlatan, the old Sorcerer of the Grasslands.
The textural pitch of the mechanical drone increased across the horizon as the image became imbued with clarity. 
The processors heated and the thought-form expanded, bursting into crystal droplets that fell like marbles onto the sparse, trembling leaves of the surrounding vegetation. 
The Fool reached down to examine their spherical nature as they smouldered in the mud. 
He meditated on how he could have possibly arrived in such a world. 

The old knowledge recorded in the one hundred halls of the molecular library were once thought to permit us to glimpse into the heart of strange matters, but now were a useless mental catalogue of all the images of his memory. 
Realising that he no longer knew his name, nor the world in which he grew up to survive in, he recalled the forms of an even earlier age than his own. An age where every bird, branch, leaf and stone spoke their own name. 
He gave himself the sound of ‘Chevolek’, for knowing it’s nature was of the old grasslands, the sound would contain the memory of the subtle streams around which those one hundred scared halls wound.

Although his motivation seemed supernatural at first, it wasn’t impossible. Chevolek gathered the one hundred droplets, each representing one year of his previous dream, and placed them into the sacred mud in spiral formation. 
He knew this pattern contained within it the emergent structure of the Magus, Le Charlatan, the Pan-incarnate panacea of the mechanical mind that now hummed so deeply through his molecules that he could almost taste the nature of the next realm.

As the glassy droplets softened and submerged, new visions of Or sprouted through the mud. There Chevolek stood as Le Charlatan and faced himself. As the humming in the distance equalised, the heat of the processors transferred their source and cooled within his body. 

The spores of previous worlds redeemed the fall of the Fool from his dream.

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