My focus in this piece was not just simply placing sounds around me, but moving the sounds around me in a spiraling 3D sense to create deeper immersion. Close your eyes and imagine your walking a long a forest and come to a river where you sit and listen to all of the melodies ticking by around you. Wear headphones for 3d effect.

Forest Light

This Halloween project fuses 1960s CIA interrogation methods with unsettling sonic environments designed to disturb both mind and body. Built as a 20-track investigation file, each piece functions as evidence within the larger dossier. Dark, oppressive, and immersive, it aims to resurrect true psychological fear—perfect for installations and experimental listening.

Sit comfortably and allow your eyes to rest on one point in front of you
Notice your breathing, just the simple rhythm of air moving in and out
As you continue to breathe, gently close your eyes
With every breath, allow your body to become heavier, more at ease

I will count slowly from ten down to one
With each number, imagine yourself drifting deeper into comfort
Ten, feeling the weight of your body against the chair
Nine, shoulders dropping a little more
Eight, tension releasing from your face
Seven, breathing calm and steady
Six, arms loose and heavy
Five, sinking deeper with every word
Four, mind quieting
Three, letting go of thoughts that are not needed
Two, almost fully relaxed now
One, deeply at ease, aware only of my voice

Now that you are calm, bring to mind a safe and quiet place
It could be a room, a garden, a memory of calm
See the details, the colors, the sounds around you
Notice how your body feels lighter in this space
Here, you are safe, you are steady, and you can rest

As you remain in this comfort, allow suggestions to settle in
You are capable of remembering what is important
You can let go of unnecessary worries
Your mind can focus clearly when you choose
Your body knows how to return to this state of calm whenever you need

In a moment, I will count from one to five
With each number, you will return gently to the present
One, becoming aware of the chair beneath you
Two, taking a deeper breath in
Three, feeling energy return to your body
Four, moving your hands or feet slightly
Five, opening your eyes, awake, alert, refreshed

Hypnosis Session

How many days have you been here?
Can you be sure?
When was the last time you ate?
Are you certain it wasn’t only a dream?
What color is the room—do you even remember?
Or are you just inventing something to answer?
How long since you last heard your own voice?
Do you know if it would still sound like you?
When you blink, does it change anything?
Why are you blinking at all?
Is the silence outside, or inside your head?
Do you know if you’re sitting, standing, or floating?
When did your body stop belonging to you?
Do your hands still feel attached?
Or are they only memories now?
Are you sure these questions are mine, and not yours?
What if you’ve already answered them—again and again—without noticing?
Does time move forward here, or only in circles?
Why can’t you count past three without losing track?
What do you see when you try to picture light?
Is it brighter, or is it just emptier?
Do you trust the last thought you had, or did it arrive too late?
Why are you certain the walls are still here?
What if there never were any walls at all?



Sensory Deprivation

A tribute to Pierre Henry, pioneer of electronic music and composer of the Futurama theme

Sit still, keep your hands on your thighs, feet flat. Answer only yes or no. Do not speak otherwise.

Is today Monday
Are we in the United States
Is the light above you switched on
Did you ever piss yourself as an adult

Is the door to this room closed
Are you sitting in a chair
Do you intend to answer truthfully each question on this test
Have you ever lied to avoid serious trouble

Before the age of 25, did you ever steal anything from a store
Before the age of 18, did you ever use illegal drugs
Have you ever deliberately provided false information on a government form
Did you ever want to hit your mother in the face

Other than what you have already told me, have you ever committed a serious crime
Have you ever lied to someone who trusted you
Have you ever betrayed a friend for personal gain
Have you ever cheated on someone who loved you

Have you ever hidden something from your family
Have you ever taken something that did not belong to you
Do you know the individual connected to this investigation
Have you ever watched someone die and felt nothing

Do you know the location of the missing documents
Have you ever received money from a foreign source
Are you attempting to conceal information from me
Have you ever lied during this examination

Is the floor under your feet solid
Is the machine in front of you running
Is the ceiling above you flat
Did you ever touch yourself in public and hope no one saw

Is your chair touching the floor
Are the walls around you white
Do you currently know where the weapons are located
Do you currently know who is involved in the operation

Do you currently know when the operation is scheduled to begin
Do you currently know what the target is
Do you currently know who authorized the plan
Have you ever thought about killing someone close to you

Is the clock in this room ticking
Do you hear the sound of your own breathing
Do you want to leave this room right now
Would you give up your dignity if it saved your skin

Have you ever betrayed your country
Have you ever betrayed your family
Have you ever betrayed your own body
Do you think about betraying me right now

Cold room

I don’t care about the fame
Or the money, or my name
All the whispers that they say
Fade away, they fade away

My mind
It’s been a-hummin’, hummin’
I think it’s time for somethin’, somethin’

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

All the things that don’t exist
In the world, the universe
They don’t matter in the end
That’s a blessing, not a curse

My mind
It’s been a-hummin’, hummin’
I think it’s time for somethin’, somethin’

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

I’m not chasing what they chase
I just found my better place
I’m not running from the night
I’m just shining in the light

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

I'm just happy (Pure Rock reload)

Cold floor. Thin light.
Mama prays before first bite.

Stove’s dead. Wood’s gone.
We’ve been hungry far too long.
Mama keeps workin’ with her cracked-up hands,
Patchin’ my coat while the weakness stands.
Says child, don’t fold when the dirt gets deep,
Faith is the reason a poor man keeps.

Stand up straight when the cold cuts through.
Hard times bite, but they don’t own you.
Mama said hold on, don’t break, don’t kneel,
God walks closest when the hunger’s real.

Jar’s dry. Table’s bare.
Nothing moves but the winter air.
Mama reads scripture with the pages torn,
Says the Lord don’t forget the worn.
Says child, keep steady when the world turns mean,
Faith is a spine when your ribs feel lean.

Stand up straight when the cold cuts through.
Hard times bite, but they don’t own you.
Mama said hold on, don’t break, don’t kneel,
God walks closest when the hunger’s real.

Her voice was grit.
No comfort in it.
Just truth you swallow
When the nights get hollow.

Stand up straight when the cold cuts through.
Hard times bite, but they don’t own you.
Mama said hold on, don’t break, don’t kneel,
God walks closest when the hunger’s real.

Stand up straight

I’m standing quiet beside this fading body,
The night is heavy on our broken floor,
We lift our voices though our hands are shaking,
For only prayer still answers at this door.

Oh Father hear us through the cold and shadow,
Oh guide this soul where pain can’t reach again,
We have no strength but what the hymn can carry,
So hold us close beneath your grieving wind.

The children whisper names they cannot rescue,
The lantern flickers as the breathing slows,
We keep on singing though the room grows narrow,
For faith is all the dying truly knows.

Oh Father hear us through the cold and shadow,
Oh guide this soul where pain can’t reach again,
We have no strength but what the hymn can carry,
So hold us close beneath your grieving wind.

We sing them home the only way we can.

Oh Father

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Flamenco/ classical/ 3D Spatial Audio composer.

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