Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

The Abyss - Down in a hole

I bought the collected works of Promethea by Alan Moore, which is like a Qabalah primer, and unfortunately upon delivery it was made clear that book number four was no longer available. This book is apparently only available second hand now and at pretty high prices. So I had to read a downloaded version and ironically this book also handles Daath, the 'false Sephira'.


While trying to cross the abyss they mention "It's like a black hole", meanwhile I was listening to Alice in Chains on a whim. I had never really listened to their albums, so I decided to listen to the album Dirt while reading as I had the amazing song Would in my head before I started reading. When I got to the Black Hole part in the comic the song 'Down in a Hole' was playing. 

Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losing my soul
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

At first I thought the song was called Sickman, which I thought was apt as I am suffering from chronic illness, but it appeared my album mp3 tags were mislabeled. The song Sickman played a track later and had these lyrics:

I can feel the wheel, but I can't steer
When my thoughts become my biggest fear

Daath, the so-called "false sephira" of the Tree of Life, is often described as a paradox. It is not a stable sphere like Chesed or Geburah but a kind of hollow gate: a place of knowledge without wisdom, a point where intellect severs itself from the living current of the Tree. It is the Abyss that divides the supernal triad above from the rest of the Tree.

To fall into Daath is not merely to stumble into error but to become sick in the soul. It is the fever of alienation, the madness of sterile intellect, the despair of being cut off from the flow of life. Qabalists sometimes speak of the Abyss as a place of annihilation. Crossed wrongly, it leads to delusion, madness, or spiritual death.

"Down in a Hole" speaks of isolation and entombment, of being buried away from light. "Sickman" is about corruption and decay, a body or mind turning against itself. Both are Abyss imagery: the hole is Daath as the pit of separation, while the sickness is Daath as pathology of the soul. The mislabeling was not just a tech error but a symbolic echo of what Daath represents, the sickness of false knowledge, the wound of disconnection.


In Promethea, Daath features a black hole, the circle or Pi 3.14... , between Sephira 3 Binah and Sephira 4 Chesed. The sephira that "is not there." It is a cosmic ulcer in the Tree. And yet, as in all myths, the wound is also a gate. The Abyss is terrifying because it exposes the fragility of our meaning-making, but it is also the threshold that must be crossed to move beyond.

The sync between "Sickman" and Daath reminds me that even error, even sickness, has a voice. Mislabeling becomes oracle. The Abyss is not avoided by ignoring it, but by naming it, enduring it, and walking through.


Daath is called Knowledge, and that name itself is a paradox. It is not book learning or accumulated facts, but experiential knowledge, gnosis that floods the soul with direct encounter. Without understanding or wisdom to balance it, this kind of raw knowing can become a trap. In the Tree, Daath sits at the crossing point between the supernal triad (Kether, Chokmah, Binah) and the lower sephirot. It is the "bridge" that is not really a bridge, the throat that does not breathe, the hole that mimics a gate.



In Promethea, Daath is associated with Pi, the infinite number that begins 3.14 and stretches on forever. Pi is the key to the circle. A perfect circle is never fully knowable, it requires an endless calculation. In this sense, Pi stands as the unbridgeable gap between the perfect world above and the imperfect reflections below. The supernal triad rests in the realm of the archetypal, the pure forms. The lower seven sephirot live in the realm of expression, manifestation, and limit.


Daath lies exactly on that line. To approach the Abyss is to try to cross from the finite to the infinite. To mistake Daath for a real sephira is to think you can close the circle perfectly, when in truth the calculation never ends. Pi shows us that the circle always slips beyond full containment. The supernals are the perfect circle; the lower sephirot are the broken or incomplete attempt to mirror it. Daath is the illusion that you can "solve" that gap with knowledge alone.

That is why it is sickness, and why it is also initiation. To encounter Daath is to meet the limit of human knowing. It shows that intellect alone cannot take you across the Abyss. Only when knowledge is surrendered into understanding and wisdom can the circle become whole again.

Sunday, September 7, 2025

Sleep Token - Levitate & The Night Does Not Belong to God

Sleep Token - Levitate

I can lift you up
Your body is mostly blood
Like water, a perfect flood
Engulfing me again, no
And I can tell you won't
Remember my cracking bones
The trauma we can't regrow
Just as you leave again, no
Will you levitate?
Up where the angels inhabit
Will you levitate?
Where I won't reach you
And we imitate
A story of perfect days
A ballad we fabricate
As you forget your words again, no
And is that all you need?
To merely pretend to be
Falling in love with me
Forgetting the agony again, no
Will you levitate?
Up where the angels inhabit
Will you levitate?
Where I won't reach you
Will you levitate?
Up where my love doesn't matter
Will you levitate?
Where I won't reach you
Will you levitate?

Sleep Token - The Night Does Not Belong to God

When you live, by daylight
With angels at your side
In order now, bestowed by
The light of the sunrise
And you remember everything
Only 'til the Sun recedes once again
And the night comes down like heaven
The whites of your eyes
Turns black in the low light
In turning divine
We tangle endlessly
Like lovers entwined
I know for the last time
You will not be mine
So give me the night, the night, the night

Friday, August 15, 2025

Alan Watts Chillstep collection


I really enjoyed listening to this collection of Alan Watts talks blended with chillstep during my commutes, Alan is a perfect companion for both the ride to work and the journey home. The spacious pauses between his words gave the music room to breathe, making it as much a gentle wake-up as it was a soothing wind-down.

Alan Watts Chillstep collection


B. J. Thomas - Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head


But there's one thing I knowThe blues they send to meet meWon't defeat me, it won't be longTill happiness steps up to greet me

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Devin Townsend Project - Grace (Live) and The Sephira of Chesed on the Tree of Life


HIGH!
ROAD!
WAAAAAAAAARNIIIIIIIIIIING!
GO!
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!

Grace, Chesed, and the Sound of Mercy

This song feels more like an invocation! From the very first choral swell, it opens a space of generosity, of bright uplift, of something bigger than you pouring down like sunlight.

In the language of the Tree of Life, this is pure Chesed. Chesed is the fourth Sephirah — the realm of mercy, benevolence, and magnanimity. Its current is expansive, ruled by Jupiter, the great benefic. Where its opposite Geburah cuts and disciplines, Chesed softens and includes. In Grace, that energy is there in every layered harmony and every repeated affirmation. “By grace, I’m alive” isn’t a desperate plea — it’s a statement of fact, a recognition that life itself is held by something vast and kind.

Sonically, Grace is Jupiter through and through. The arrangements are wide and open, the choir led by Anneke van Giersbergen’s luminous voice lifting the refrain until it feels like a communal hymn. This isn’t the solitude of a monk in prayer — it’s a chorus of voices, a gathering of spirits, all pointing in the same direction. The song blooms rather than drives, opening its arms wider and wider with each pass of the refrain.

There’s a Tarot thread here, too. Jupiter’s Major Arcana is The Wheel of Fortune — the turning of fate toward growth, expansion, and opportunity. On the Tree of Life, that path (Kaph) runs from Chesed to Netzach, from structured mercy into the realm of feeling and celebration. Listening to Grace, you can almost feel that path unfolding: the structure is already in place, and the joy simply pours down into the heart.

In magical practice, Grace can be more than a listening experience — it can be a working. Played during a Jupiter hour or on a Thursday, it can serve as a sonic invocation of mercy and blessing. Stand tall, shoulders open, and let the mantra move through you as if you were vibrating a Divine Name. The music does the rest, washing away constriction and inviting in the spacious generosity of Chesed.

In ritual or in a party setting, Grace works as a unifier. It’s that moment when the room shifts — rival cliques, strangers, and old friends all caught in the same bright current. In a personal working, it’s a way to fill the right pillar of your Tree with living light before you carry it into the rest of your day.

Chesed is the art of giving without shrinking yourself, and Grace is its soundtrack.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Friday, June 17, 2016

Here's a Love Spell, all you have to do is sing along strongly everyday



Hey, Venus
Oh, Venus
Venus, if you will
Please send a little girl for me to thrill
A girl who wants my kisses and my arms
A girl with all the charms of you
Venus, make her fair
A lovely girl with sunlight in her hair
And take the brightest stars up in the skies
And place them in her eyes for me
Venus, goddess of love that you are
Surely the things I ask
Can't be too great a task
Venus, if you do
I promise that I always will be true
I'll give her all the love I have to give
As long as we both shall live
Venus, goddess of love that you are
Surely the things I ask
Can't be too great a task
Venus if you do
I promise that I always will be true
I'll give her all the love I have to give
As long as we both shall live
Hey, Venus
Oh, Venus
Make my wish come true

Thursday, January 8, 2015

The Storm Giants - Bukowski



Our fellow seeker buddy Sureshot has recorded his first studio track and is working on his album, check out the great music here:

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Elbow - My Sad Captains



​Oh, long before
​You and I were born
​Others beat these benches with their empty cups
​To the night and its stars
​To be here and now and who we are

​Another sunrise with my sad captains
​With who I choose to lose my mind
​And if it's all we only pass this way but once
​What a perfect waste of time

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Radiohead - Exit Music



Wake.. from your sleep
The drying of your tears
Today we escape, we escape

Pack.. and get dressed
Before your father hears us
Before all hell breaks loose

Breathe, keep breathing
Don't lose your nerve
Breathe, keep breathing
I can't do this alone

Sing.. us a song
A song to keep us warm
There's such a chill, such a chill

You can laugh
A spineless laugh
We hope your rules and wisdom choke you
Now we are one in everlasting peace

We hope that you choke, that you choke

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Jimmies Chicken Shack - Living with Ghosts


I've learned to embrace my fears
and keep most of my demons down
I'm one in a miriad of ghosts
in myself I have found

No I'm not lost inside of me

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Massive Attack - Angel (thanks Figgs!)





One thing I notice all the time is that most people know real well what is the very next choice they can make to be on that path towards becoming whatever it is we wish to become, but we fall short of the path a breathes distance. I wonder which personality that is?

This topic reminds me of the music video for the song by Massive Attack, Angel. In the video, there's this guy who's in a large parking garage at night, and he has creepers steps behind him who he sees over his shoulder.







He gets scared, pacing faster, but at the same time his fears are confirmed by the fact that more and more creepers join the growing crowd keeping up pace behind him. 

He bolts into an all out sprint and is in an all out panic. 


When he slows to a stop to catch his breathe he notices that they all stop too, and watch. 




Then he notices a subtle sign that hints to his mind that all these dudes are pretty much a mere mirror image of himself. 

He steps forward, they step back. 

You see a twinkle in his eye, like fear washed away in that instant. 

Then he charges toward them, and a its like a crowd of a hundred people, all running away from the one guy!

Please tell me how YOU interpret THAT! :) 

like this: I'd interpret that as our courageous reality tunnel intimidated by our other aspects at first, then finally maturing and realizing its power to move people instead of be moved. 

"Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it... boldness has genius, power, and magic." 
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe