Hi, this is the text I’ve included on my Journey to Tarab fruitcast.
The breeze brushing by, wasting your essence in a gong bath. Hash pipe magic carpets are on sale now with a voucher code – genie in a bottle with every order. Beam me up into the great space conductor; connect us to all that is. Neurons and atoms colliding in the vast expanse. Random tracks on this podcast, spirituality on sale; two clicks and your neurons will be toasted, rolling down and around, lost and found. Self-deceiving cacao ceremony lovers: did you see God? No, he barely exist at all. Same with this audio recording of the music that some latin american fellow used to listen. It exists based on if you click Play. There’s nothing more spiritual than a pear, and giving this podcast a click.
We should meet,
somewhere in a crowded place,
we’ll just hear the sounds of busy people,
as we see in each others eyes,
standing still,
noise drops off and fades away,
melting into these beautiful chords,
we’re getting awareness of our existence, aren’t we?
we’re home.
