SOON to move to Bandcamp as an album  - in the meantime, you can also listen in sequence here:  https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields
instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter
voice: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
note by jo: for very real, material reasons, some people describe living entities as "stardust" and "all vibration". in our current, mentally largely dissociated state, it would make as much sense, though, to describe us as "stellar noise". It will take heartfulls of kindness and mindloads of understanding and nuances of acceptance of letting go and so much more to individually evolve into more harmonic states.

it is time, he said, to address the cosmic egg
the liquid consistency of what it holds
and the fact that insects and crusteceans
are clad in terrean space suits of their very own
and human skin can crack and bleed and peel and heal
and their minds are similar to that in more than one respect

it is also time, he put forth in further understanding
that the very nature of awareness, sentience and connection
to the entities we cannot smell or touch in our tuesday state of mind
and our wednesday protocols and even in our sunday suits
and unprotected glowing selves - unless that little voice trails off

and there is nothing left to win or lose or be or presuppose
and see the inside out in four dimensions, to welcome the upside
round and fingers that can shape the world without a tool

or a machine or automated processes and institutions and free
of data that informs the abstract mind but starves the living tentacles
of kindness and a self endowed with all the silence held to listen

that's why you will have to make a bold decision
to overcome your dizzy spinning sputtering state
of fuzzy feeling and self-involved confusion made
and all that fruitless pro- and inhibition
and turn that little voice off in your head
turn that little voice off in your head

(instrumental, including free static noises)

even in the southern realms and climes
the mongrels at the helm and lost in rhymes
tell wicked tales encumbered only by
some long forgotten memory
buried to the burnished hilt
while in a building built by lords and ladies of the cosmic court
while all the scouts appear as tiny lights
of white and red and blue and green
in smokey dreams of sorcery...........

scalar fields pt6 hide and seek

scalar fields pt 8: hide and seek - with stonerjazz

Hega - Tree Of Life - 07 Desert Journey

W-Was that a gunshot?

In the quiet light, time slows. Fragile moments unfold, leaving traces that linger long after the last note fades.

In the Quiet Light

Arco Strings (2025)

Magma Flow

"Saturn in rags" is the fourth track on my album "Music for bananas". At this point this whole project is rather mysterious - even for me.

Music for bananas - Saturn in rags

Any The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy fans around?

Brief conversation with a somewhat upset sentient elevator

wandering mind

Photo by Manoa Angelo on Unsplash
made with bamboo xylophone
rubber mallet
zoom h1
and NCH
started to repair the driveway!
got my first tamper
should be done soon

Asphalt repair and a new tamper

The strings of the night under the moon
A sensitive nightingale touched.
Invisible in time with the surf,
In the bowstring of tight branches.

The night looks with a camel's eye.
It bares the damp foliage.
If only I could finish at once
With this night on the bridge.

On the bridge of the dawn glow
And blazing with hope.
Behind the fire pit from the barn,
Behind the haven of the ignorant.

Let her tulips burn
And not hide in secret places -
Casts of stars, the wound of the universe
In their tender fists.

Let the folds of the night burn,
Where the fireflies have gathered;
The fences of days that have died down;
Wreaths of erased memory.

Let everything that is sweet burn -
I stir up the coals of the night.
All that the heart has tired of -
Ashes to the stars I raise.

And fly after the fireflies
These dark verses.
Up - like night moths,
Weightless and quiet.

Past the dozing archons.
Through the smoking lilac.
Expands the horizons
Beyond the bridge the growing day.

Victor © Sea

Strings of the Night

Some kind of music in my head! ). And I can't do anything about it. 

You can listen to my songs here:
https://youtube.com/@athanasiusis?si=J7rEgyHuvmYzWFrV

Strings of the Night

Victor Sea

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