Psychedelic Vibration (A Spontaneous Night With Shpongle)

Lately, my experiences have been spontaneously laced with riddle. Last night was exactly that. (3/27/15)
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I’m not entirely familiar with Shpongle, but by the recommendation out of conversation with my homie Jeremy. He makes music himself, which has several different styles incorporated.

The both of us, have collaborated in times passed, and we have recently paired up in the near future (AFLW). I value his taste and interest, as we connect on a similar level, as it concerns sound and the ways in which vibration is understood.

So, when he mentioned to me, that Shpongle was actually performing in MPLS; I found the opportunity worth seizing. I wasn’t exactly doing anything, and I know what experience he had when he witnessed him. Granted, his experience was not just music, it was more of a trip. We both ended up experiencing the similar effects.

Several different tides occurred which made the concert even more eventful. For starters, Jeremy wrote a book out of inspiration from listening to their music which he mailed off to me months ago. We were hoping maybe, I could pass it onto Shpongle himself. On my way out, I ended up carrying the book in my backpack. Although, I was told there was a strict NO BACKPACK Policy. SO I had to unwillingly place the backpack underneath a car, as I was not wanting to go back on the train to bring it back.

To my surprise, I arrived extremely early (About 9:20) because Shpongle was not set to perform until midnight. Overwhelmed by the anxiety of my bag being underneath a car, and the sweat and energy of drunk people besides me. I decided to leave, to only return back closer to his set. That also meant, getting something to eat! Which was a win, as I was extremely hungry!

I ate, and made my way back on the train back to the event. (No backpack with me, as I managed to put the book in my coat)

As soon, as I arrived back to the venue, there was an overwhelming amount of people all seemingly within a trace, responding to the master Shpongle. The music was different from anything I had ever experienced. Usually, I would be against going to an event like this, because it’s Electronica for the most part. A music genre I am extremely critical of in the POP sense. (Maybe if it wasn’t so dominating, and if there was a mix of it on the radio) But Shpongle manages to translate his sound in a unique vibration.

Firstly, everyone there were all invested. Some of them with lights on their hands, dressed with individual gadgets of lights. SO many different kinds of people, and it seemed that all of them came with a purpose. All of them responding to the music in their own way.

On top of that, they were intoxicated, and many of them were smoking. Yet the energy was somehow plural and singular. Plural in that, all of them were consciously speaking the same language. BUT singular in that, all of them spoke the way they understood it.

The bass and sounds were entering into me with a pouring effect. Like I was drinking in all of the sounds. At one point I had to move to an isolated part in the room, because some people were banging their heads on me.HA!

Once, I managed to find an area, I closed my eyes and noticed the unpredictability of the music. Their were very few loops, as I was always surprised when the next stab came along. For about an hour and 20 mins, Shpongle became an instrument. It was a very detailed experience filled with visuals and trance. I think, if I was alone experiencing it, it would be a very abstract experience even more so. With all the people there with me, made it a very collective journey. AND once again, all equipped with different clothing.

I was mesmerized by the vibration, and really glad I managed to make it, even as I felt very alone. Alone, in the sense that I was limited in my expression of the vibration because I was trying to understand it.

I tried to find Shpongle after the show, but security was heavy so I was not able to give him the book, but ALL things in perfect timing!

On my way home, the whole thing took a greater turn for confusion. So many people were drunk – cause it’s the weekend, and people want to have fun with the spirits. While waiting for the train, it arrived about 30 minutes after the show. (So about 2:46AM) I did something I never thought I was capable of doing. FELL ASLEEP ON THE TRAIN!
Granted I was tired, but I did not expect to respond to my sleep by actually falling asleep! I woke up at the airport terminal, and I had to wait about 3 and 1/2 hours before the train came. What made it more an eerie experience was that one of the guys there, tried to attack me. He failed. Yet, he succeed in that he got 8 dollars, after I threw it at him. It amazes me how spirits engage the personality. I really started to feel for him as I noticed his pleas.
I was not harmed, if anything it woke me up. There was ultimately no threat, only an invitation to what’s around me.
I really enjoyed the experience overall, as now I have a better understanding for how that particular sound is understood for me. I’m studying my reactions, and becoming more aware of what psychedelic vibration means.
Just another story, I’ll be able to share! BIG shout out to Jeremy for helping me experience Shpongle! I have a feeling, I’ll be able to carry out the vision more clearly when I check them out live again.
It’s always cool, when multiple colors are able to congregate and minister within an individual yet collective vision.
Psychedelic Vibration is Shpongle.

Suddenly: COOL CONTACT

It’s been COOL CONTACT realizing the powers that come with living in Minnesota. Suddenly, worlds are emerging and the waters are calming. Lately, I’ve been reminded by sound and kept by activity. SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED! I’m seeing at this point, stars and moving constellations.

Some efforts are paisley, while others are at the gaze of suspense. I’m looking right into the future. It’s exciting, because of familiar faces.
She’s returned and with a host of divinity. It’s a bright sense of realization. Almost, like feet meeting sand again. It’s rich. A deep sense of multitude.
Music has always been a force in my life, but what pulls me the most about it, living here – is that I hear it more accurately. It’s seems to be more precise. More approximate. It’s literally in the veins of this city. I’ve stumbled on sudden contact in such great ways.

I am learning to process, and damn. It’s so exciting. Things become clear and strings are being responded with joy.

I can start several places, but I’m all the instruments playing at one time. Pianos, guitars, bongs, horns, and voices.

What can I say? I’m Jamming!
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Pale Structures

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Today was such a spectacular and invigorating day!  It brought an adherence to Focus. All along I’ve been knowing what is expected of me. The act of responsibility is pleaded by self reliance. I’m feeling sharper and more on the edge. The paradox of a plan is that it can get in the way of the defining moment. We are expected to program, and meet requirements which is accurate to manifestation. The paradox is not lethal, it all remains engaged to fulfillment. No matter what road is taken. I’m glad I’ve awaken from the slumber, and that I am apart of an everlasting embrace. Several different things occurred today that aligned me into higher realms. As always, songs remain in my life to testify of a present action. ‘Higher Realms’ by my best friend and brother Jeremy is that testament of inspiration.

And all the music used to flow so easy, 
But now I am feeling the resistance inside me 
My eyes are open and I’m slowly gettin’ higher 
As a voice inside me whispers and tells me just to 

Move on, 
As the night goes on and on and on 
We find true love 
Two hearts beat on and on as one 
As one 

All the times that I’ve been deceiving myself, 
Just to convince me that I’m somebody else 
Have made me different from the core that is inside me 
From the soul that I can feel with me now 

I’m reconnecting all the broken parts of my mind 
And I’m integrating for what’s it’s worth 
I think I’m on my way into higher dimensions 
While my mind is going through a rebirth…”

(Divine Transcendence – Higher Realms : jeremygarnermusic.bandcamp.com )

These are pale structures, finite of true definition. The great news is that there will be a rebirth.

Access Within Local Community!

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What really inspired me about this picture is how community building at our finger tips. I saw it in a local magazine. Even the cartoon figures; as they build the letters. In your local communities you have access to resources that can help you.

Recently I got a library card and the exhilaration that came with this card excites me.

Books, DVDs, CDs, etc. We have these tools at our access with no fee.

Free Entertainment to explore. Bored? Go to the library for access to hidden and public dimensions. So much to see!

It blows me away to know all of the different points of study in America.

I think of those without the privilege to study and how we’ve been given enough to share. Sharing knowledge and passing along books shouldn’t be a pass time.

Education is important. Self building through your local community.

John Horse & Osceola

What is the likelihood you have heard of John Horse, and the Black Seminoles? The first rebels to beat American Slavery? Chances are very low, because it seems U.S History is always separated into Native American History, and Black Slavery History, but what happen with The Black Seminoles, and Native Americans is quite a beautiful one. Through the warrior Osceola and John Horse, Revolution was redeemed.  A mixed society in the Everglades (Currently Florida) emerged. Inhabited predominately by runaway slaves and the Seminoles. It was in fact, the FIRST legally free Black sanctioned town was in The Everglades. They achieved this freedom with the promise of the Spanish Crown. They offered freedom, if they would defend the land for the crown, the Spanish. Honor and respect to John Horse and Osceola. Check out his website for more information. :)
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NOT everyone stayed with the oppression of the White Slave Masters. Of course they were met with resistance, because the structure of white supremacy was built to really chain anyone who isn’t white. 1818, under James Monroe’s Administration, General Andrew Jackson invaded Florida, (Unauthorized of course) and he claimed it for the United States. Killed anyone who disagreed, and ultimately seized the lands that were had Black Seminoles.

In 1838 – They agreed to stop fighting the leaders in exchange for moving into what was then Indian Territory (currently Oklahoma) and for legal recognition of their freedom. It was granted to them but only until for a decade. 1848, a document declared, they never had the freedom. There was never a written declaration for freedom.
Seminole Leader, Osceola and John Horse paved an incredible way for those who waited freedom. Studying them, has deeply opened my eyes to rich systemic practice that we see today. It’s not the same, but the evolution and ways in which it adapted is quite the punishment nonetheless. Yet we have reminders in history, looking back at those who have unlocked passages of freedom. We can be our own freedom writers.