Namaste

“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of
energy, frequency and vibration" Nikola Tesla

Sometimes you need THE LOUDNESS OF OTHERS

 

Bamboo Water Fountain Healing

For everyone out there struggling with depression or "cabin fever" due to the pandemic: to sit in meditation, quietude, listening to music, is extremely important; but sometimes the voices in our heads are too loud and unrelenting and as soothing as this is, it won't help you. At those times only the loudness of the ones who have been back from hell will set you on a straight path. 

I am not being paid by these people; I recommend because their content is phenomenal. Hundreds of interviews with people like you | Music Kpop | this Bamboo Water Fountain will not heal you until you understand IN YOUR BONES that you are not unique; you are not alone, tons of people have had the same thoughts as you and they made it to the other side. All their stories are here. 

Granted, a few of them annoyed the hell out of me: snake oil salesman.. but we are talking about 4 people amid almost A THOUSAND interviews.

IMPACT THEORY

WOMEN OF IMPACT

INSIDE QUEST
| i wish to the stars that they add the tab for this on the site itself. Amen! |

HEALTH THEORY

The Bilyeu's

There you have it MUSIC KPOP.... the help you asked for. Everyone else, please share!

10 favorite films

 

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Robert Bresson

Ingmar Bergman

Vittorio De Sica

Federico Fellini

Yasujiro Ozu

Federico Fellini

Ingmar Bergman

Ingmar Bergman

Andrei Tarkovsky

Andrei Tarkovsky

Self Authoring

 

Villa-Lobos - Bachianas Brasileiras Nº 2 - IV. Tocata | O Trenzinho do Caipira |

 

 Orquestra Sinfônica Brasileira (2015)

A Great Rendition...

 

Willie Nelson sings Hallelujah & The Scientist

Rio de Janeiro - The Working Bees

The city of Rio is awakening,
And it awakens at the suburbs first,
From its edges to within:
Where the working bees live
before they leave to serve;
serve the ones fast asleep.

The sleeping ones,
Sleep tight,
Because in sleep
you mimic and conquer death.

At the noble areas within Rio
one can see the lights
sparkling from the slums
and the ones rising to face living.

I met a man from a noble area
that smoke cigars at 7am
and between puffs told me to wise up:
In Brazil, he told me, there is no art anymore;
it is the law of the jungle
and to make movies here, Gringo, you have to pay.

My native country grew up
and fell in love with the dollar
and in the New Rio-
which is how they named the bus station-
you pay "an arm and a leg" to wash your hands.

I met in Rio
a group of hippies, and adventurers,
and signed them up to make a film
because there are always dreamers around:
searching for meaning, searching for something more
something that stretches farther than the limits of a city,
the color of your skin, of your sexual preferences,
farther than Rio, bigger than a country-a film is-
and its earthbound limits.

A film is a Parasite that festers.

For the man puffing his cigar
nothing is bigger than his Rio
nothing is bigger than the dollar
and the parcel of land he resides
and even the car one drives symbolizes his importance.

I met men like this everywhere:
France, Spain, London
and the United States of America,
where the dollar is made,
where now everyone is also asleep.
Because it is late,
it is always too late for men with cigars...

While they sleep through the night
I covertly plot a film
because sleeping is so goddamn tiresome.