Initiation of The Blind Seer is a spiritual journey of becoming.
Melodic Ambient. 88 BPM.

Initiation of The Blind Seer

2. A Whirwind at Dawn

4. Initiation of The Blind Seer

5. through The Eyes of Andromaha

6. The Ascension of Thearius

7. He Who Prevails

Este set fue grabado el día del solsticio.
Un umbral donde el sol alcanza su punto más alto,
y nos empuja a salir de la cueva…
no para exponernos, sino para revelarnos.

En el cielo, el Sol en Cáncer y la Luna en Capricornio dibujan un eje poderoso:
la intimidad que pide ser habitada,
la sensibilidad que se estructura,
la emoción que encuentra su forma.

Sin buscar entretener, esto nació
como una necesidad interna.
Una respuesta visceral al momento en que la máscara ya no se sostiene.
Cada frecuencia fue canalizada desde un estado de presencia cruda,
donde lo emocional, lo tribal y lo mental se funden en una sola vibración.

No hay personaje, hay pulso.
No hay pose, hay proceso.

Este es un set para danzar con lo que está.
Para honrar el fuego interno sin domesticarlo.
Para sentir, soltar, y volver a empezar…
en carne viva.

Gracias por dejarte atravesar.

🜂
Corazón de Jaguar
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This set was recorded on the day of the solstice.
A threshold where the sun reaches its highest point,
urging us to step out of the cave...
not to expose ourselves, but to reveal ourselves.

In the sky, the Sun in Cancer and the Moon in Capricorn draw a powerful axis:
intimacy asking to be inhabited,
sensitivity seeking structure,
emotion finding its form.

Without aiming to entertain, this was born
from an inner necessity.
A visceral response to a moment where the mask can no longer hold.
Each frequency was channeled from a raw state of presence,
where the emotional, the tribal, and the mental merge into one vibration.

There is no persona — only pulse.
No performance — only process.

This is a set to dance with what is.
To honor the inner fire without taming it.
To feel, release, and begin again…
in raw flesh.

Thank you for allowing yourself to be moved.

🜂
Corazón de Jaguar



Ritual Solsticio de Verano | Edición: Latido sin máscaras - Corazón de Jaguar

Die Bewohner des Waldes

Not merely a song. A field recording from the edge of where names fail.
This is pain rendered in bark. A warning for those who walk both ways uphill.
Verse laid in pitch. Hook caught in the ribcage.
A voice stitched into moss, memory, and time.

Lyrics: 

They told me not to name it
The woods beyond the still.
Where roots grow up, not downward,
And walk both ways uphill.
Take your time between the pines,
Time turns sharp and still.
I was born under a blackbird scream
And baptized in a ditch of "let it be"
So I sang the name at sundown
Come cradle me, O Thick
Terrible dream, terrible scene

The bells don’t ring. The dogs won’t bark.
Just strings and matches hoping for a spark.
And that old man's song went something like:
Don’t follow light. Don’t trust what bites.
Walk the path where thorns still try.

In the Thick, we dance in circles,
With no end and no escape.
Every path a kind of test
Every breath a lung deep ache.
I brought my seed for the trees, I wore my best, best believe.
A suit stitched out of shame.
In the Thick, you never die.
You just forget it gets your name

We carved our love in birch bark
That bled a bitter sap.
Hung wishbones from the branches
Where the sun had turned it's back.
You kissed me like a bee hive.
Said, “Boy, don’t be afraid.”
But the moss grew up my ribcage
And with every sting my voice would fray.

My friends are gone. The well too is pit and pitch.
The old thread mill is a legend now.
Tale of landfill myth.
The land of Nod, gated commune, overgrown with burrs
The blame is on the tip of your tongue.
So many able remain unheard.

In the Thick, we dance in circles,
With no end and no escape.
Every path a kind of test
Every breath a lung deep ache.
I brought my seed for the trees, I wore my best, best believe.
A suit stitched out of shame.
In the Thick, you never die.
You just forget it gets your name.

And in the swell of the swill
The still remembers mine 



The Thick

“I’m not a voice. I’m the eraser.”

A confessional Hauntcore ritual. 
This isn’t a cry for help, it’s the sound of the mask cracking.

This piece lives somewhere between catharsis and collapse.
Written for the ones who never got to say it loud enough.

💀 Concept: Half-performer, half-dissolving echo.
🌒 Themes: dissociation, survival, suicide rumination, trauma and theater.
🕯️Comment if a line hit you.
     Share if you’ve ever been the ghost in your own skin.

Lyrics:

Manic in the worst ways 
Bad man even on my good days 
Less than zero at my most brave 
Pro tip; don't count em, ignore how the pills taste 

I don't feel like me 
This isn't my voice 
I don't feel anything really 
This isn't a choice 

Heartless. Mindless. Soulless
Fake. Noise. Losing poise
Stone filled wholeness
Homeless child, broken boy, soft spoken man, have you noticed?
Its not about the music, not about the art, not even about what I say
Cause just like what put me in that snake pit, their eyes are dice just worried about the take

Not healing. Theater
Not silence. Seizure
I'm not a voice. I'm the eraser
Just pen. Just paper. Familiar mark of razor
Heathen preacher
Demon believer
Evil creature with a steeple sweetener
Dream seeker turned speechless sleeper
Grievous leisure...
seamless cheater

You could never survive this  
Fuck truth is,  I didn't even want to try it 
I stood on stand by so as to make sure others wouldn't miss 
I'm supposed to give a single fuck about how dry the well is
I'm only alive to fake smiles and share two cents for your half off tall tale wish 
Cry me a river then drown in it 
I used to love to swim 
Then I had the same dream about drowning on River street for years 
Now I can't get in 
Nineteen came and went. Still here. Still full of fear. Still hate to drive across a bridge
Never-ending "nah it's fine" while I white knuckle the wheel and wait for weight to give
Do my best when I spiral not to tip and cause a spin

Cause one minute I am fine and the next you used to be my friend
Cause one person at a time makes it easier to bury the dead
Cause I can't cope with a mind that can't see past grim
And I can't fucking survive when most of you won't hear a single thing I've said

Not healing. Theater
Not silence. Seizure
I'm not a voice. I'm the eraser
Just pen. Just paper. Familiar mark of the razor
Heathen preacher
Demon believer
Evil creature with a steeple sweetener
Dream seeker turned speechless sleeper
Grievous leisure...
seamless cheater

But wait there's more 
Hostel of horror 
Come gather, gasp, get to greeting your favorite gore
No admission but you still get to see guts spilled on the floor 
No transmission but you can still just turn it up and ignore 
No ambition but here I am still completely exposed 
No mad villain but you can still see me mask doom like a hero revoked 
No kidding but I'm still a fucking joke 
Still smile in your face, laugh, cope 
Here is something i find both poetic and funny though 
If I say im burnt rubber am I back-pedaling or swerving off the road
Hell tastes like something you can't tell if you remember or maybe you had never known 

If you hear this don't pray for me 
This is neither strength nor bravery
It's my curse, not a calling
This is the bridge crumbling 

Not healing. Theater
Not silence. Seizure
I'm not a voice. I'm the eraser
Just pen. Just paper. Familiar mark of the razor
Heathen preacher
Demon believer
Evil creature with a steeple sweetener
Dream seeker turned speechless sleeper
Grievous leisure...
seamless cheater

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Spectra Noir conjures a world suspended between grief and revelation.

Perfect for late-night introspection, rituals, or cinematic immersion.
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Corazón de Jaguar es el proyecto musical de Nahuel Elía, terapeuta, alquimista del alma y canalizador de frecuencias.
Sus sets son rituales vivos que fusionan psytrance, techno y vibraciones ancestrales, guiando a quienes lo escuchan en un viaje desde la sombra hasta la luz.

Inspirado por los misterios del jaguar, la medicina de los hongos y las memorias de vidas pasadas, su música no se escucha: se atraviesa.

Jaguar Heart is the musical project of Nahuel Elía — therapist, soul alchemist, and channeler of frequencies.
His sets are living rituals that blend psytrance, techno, and ancestral vibrations, guiding listeners on a journey from shadow to light.

Inspired by the mysteries of the jaguar, the medicine of mushrooms, and the memories of past lives,
his music isn’t just heard — it’s experienced.

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This account is to document my journey in creating things I enjoy, one beat at a time.
Mostly PsyTrance, but with some ambient and down tempo.

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