Lately, I’ve been lost in the hyperspaces of focus, of green will and determination and through the firmness of preparation, eyes have become weathered and grey while wearing the velvet crushing cloaks of diligence and riding an ostensibly fine blade of insanity. 

Yesterday, I rode in my car and the shell of music filled the cabin with silk woven notes, seductively strung melodies and ladened choruses that somehow became strangers under divided attention. And I wept. 

In what seemed like an eternally inept pause, I searched for my partner in the avenues of silence, that haunting sound that has been riding shotgun with me every single day. 

How long has this been going on? 

Have I been in a daze, dreaming of days of rest and peace and bliss and warm kisses under strawberry moons and Life altering eclipses? Or have I unconsciously sprinkled earth over my fire all this time?

I beg to differ now. To difference the reverence of silence. That violent, quiet riot of nothingness. The now need of the instrumental and the instruspiritual, woven into one. The harmonies fused into the acoustics of four chambers and its gorgeous atrium. Filling the open mouths of stadiums with a dictatorial, imbued with the most unrelenting and tenacious piece. 

*sighhh*

You know, it’s been a while since I’ve been kissed. I remember vividly the taste of pressed warmth against my lips. The softness of meat in heaven between breaths.

The heat of next… The reverb of his voice in my mouth or her sigh in the lap of my tongue. 

That yearning for that penetrative gaze to fill the needs between my thighs. The aching of devour in between seconds of whole entire hours. And then… the infidelity of time. And like a kiss…

The dharma of each genre is to infuse the nectar of a note and to cause the spirit to float upon the rivered beds of a song. 

MUSZIK is the spirit that chooses its Medium. 

So we cast spells in swells of emotion with prose and lyric. Allowing the metaphysics to conjure the blessing of its purest form… 

Goddess is so gracious, isn’t she?

This is exclusive exquisitivity and there is so much unrelenting gratitude to be had and with that, may the Universe continue to lay us so Lovingly on the frequency of each and every precious, precious track. 

Asé 

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Frequency.mp3

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Thai Chy is an entrepreneur, mother, poet, shamanic guide, intuitive Life/Sex coach.

A Los Angeles native who has taken her Loving spirit as a Light Worker to cultivate a very successful business in colon hydrotherapy which focuses on the purging of toxins from the body, while generously offering emotional guidance through the cleansing process. Twelve years invested in her business still offered her space to raise two lovely daughters, and invest in charitable endeavors.

As part of her spiritual expansion and extension of healing for her clients, Thai Chy has been trained to serve Anuran Amazonian remedies, guiding men and women to awaken, empower and heal themselves.

A poet and spoken word artist as well, she has colored many different aspects of her Life through the eyes of Poetry. Delving into the public sharing of her gift, she has been a frequent contributor in the Los Angeles spoken word community. Another aspect of her expansive interests, Thai is a participant, advocate and mentor in the sex positive and Kink/BDSM communities as well.

Having participated in these different realms, she is of open mind and spirit that best enables her to understand in a no-judgement-zone environment, to hold space for and nurture those that come to her for guidance to their own personal transformation. The physical, mental, and spiritual growth she has discovered therein has allowed her to reach greater heights and grander clarity in the sharing of all the rest of her gifts.

Frequency.mp3

Thai Chy

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