New transmission from Music is Freedom. This is meant to be listened to has one hour long track. I broke it into several tracks for easier digestion. If you can consume the full version.

MiFSongSomethingWeird

MiFSongSomethingWeirdthiswaycomes

MiFSongDancingShoes

MiFSongBlockParty

MiFSongPurEHighFly

MiFSongIntro

PurEHighFly (Purify) Whole Version

In a flash the first seal is manifested into physical reality. In almost the same instant it flickers open. Revealing a splendid glimpse into an unseen world - The night sky is inky black , few stars remain in this quadrant. The engines rumble as the button is pressed. The pilot laughs to herself , having no memory of who , what , or where she is , "Is this a dream...?" "Am I alone?". She lurches back as the force of take off glues her to her seat. "I can make one more jump." She thinks as the view from her cockpit changes from nothingness to a bright flash of breaking the atmosphere. The violence of breaking orbit subsides and now there is only peace. The peace of inky black loneliness.

Drifting for countless moments through the vacuum. Why was she cursed to be in the dead part of the universe? As soon as this thought is thought , the space before her ship rips open in a dazzling display of light. Having no choice she enters the wormhole unsure , yet unafraid of what will be on the other side for nothing is worse than not knowing who you are on a dying star.

Most of her remaining life passes and fades from her physical vessel while traveling the uncountable distances linked by the wormhole. At last the ship bursts out from the hole in space to find itself in a sea of stars. A multitude of planets , shimmering and alive! She looks up , heart racing , in child-like wonderment. "Look at all this life!"

Suddenly and with out warning she is propelled outside of her body at beyond light speed. The sensation of rushing is so intense it feels like it unmakes her , unwinds her core and blasts her through the limitations of space and time. She "flies" in this state through all the planets of this system ; sweeping down and through lush canopies and around high mountains. Twisting with the form of rivers raging and calming cool waters. Beholding with her "eyes" the lives of many animals. Life of all shapes and sizes. Bipedal and tall , millipedes crawling through the dirt. Back and forth evolving , changing , mutating with all forms of life. Never alone , always one.

After what felt like a life time the probe's images stopped flashing. She was released from the trance that was induced by the light beams shining from the device. It made a few more sounds and then disappeared. She collapsed on the floor of her hut. Starving and watching her world die , she always thought there could of been more. Now she knew. It was not God that abandoned her people and her planet it was her people that abandoned god.

The seals vision ended and all that remains is the song. The song of space.

God of Space

2...1....
The device clicked open:
A sharp noise is heard and a pain like a dart is felt then nothing.
My vision returns and gaze upon a scene. A field with a castle.
	In a time long forgotten in a land same as ours there was a king, his family, and the villagers. This kings castle was splendid and towering. The biggest in all the land, made from solid gold. In fact, gold ran an obsession deep into the king. Gold was his throne, gold was his teeth, gold was his dress, and gold were his dreams. To get gold the king would wage war and melt the treasures of his vanquished foes into solid gold bars to be used has he saw fit. His people were strong warriors, hungry and poor to the very last one. The king had no interest in the villagers because food and law were far less exciting than gold and war.
	One morning the king awoke to issue his order for the next battle to find all his villagers dancing. Not working, not eating, not collecting, certainly not paying gold coin has tribute but dancing. The music could be heard sweeping and swelling, crescendoing and modulating, changing tempos and tones but never stopping. The people could be seen switching between the acts of playing the instruments and dancing. Ceasingly alternating between creating the music and swimming on its waves. The king could not let this continue. He had the musicians executed and dancing made illegal. Yet still they danced. The killings continued and the dancing got more furious. The more the king murdered and fought back the louder and deeper the music became. Until one day there was one villager left playing the drums and dancing.
	Still dancing. Dancing in the field of corpses. Dancing while staring at danger. Dancing in the face of the king. The king stood on his tower, knocked his bow and let the arrow sail into the heart of the final warrior. Standing they’re smugly the king laughed at his "victory". He slowly turned around to let his children know the scourge of the dancing insubordinates is over. They can be happy again. But has the king turned around horror filled him from foot to head. A loud noise was heard and the king felt the bolt shaft slam into his throat. He fell to the floor and gurgled. The last thing the king saw was his children’s feet, dancing. He bled out and they danced into the night.
The vision began to wear off like a hallucination. Dizzy and hazy I remembered where I was and about the portal. The box was gone and a new portal was beginning to open. I wondered was that the past or the future. A voice came from the portal and said "Well, that is up to all of you."

God Of Movement

The next portal breathed red. I could smell the power has it engulfed me. I surrendered to it and became words and feeling:
Buried deep,
Down in the deepest
Dark.
It beats ,
Clear has the clearest
Heart.
It needs,
Freedom of the ferocious
Kind.
It feeds,
Unbound yet hidden and never
Named.
It drives,
Survival of the serpent 
Spine.
Set free,
Grown by the greatest
Spark.
It is,
The lust to love that makes
Us all.

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