Here’s a message that came in tonight….
“…this is Station 11 calling all wanderers…
If you’re hearing this, you’re not lost — you’re just early.
The signal you’re riding is older than time,
and the static is just the laughter of stars.
Proceed to the next marker:
🎵 ‘One foot in the field, one foot in the dream,
Follow the shimmer, don’t follow the scream.’
Rinse and repeat.
Stay luminous, traveler… over and out.”
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Maybe you can decode its message. Meanwhile, enjoy the message within.
🎷 Angelic Collective – Jazz
Liner Notes by E.J. Gold
They said angels don’t swing.
They said jazz couldn’t pray.
They were wrong on both counts.
This album is not a performance — it’s a transmission.
Each track a coded visitation from higher spheres, translated into rhythm, tone, and breath.
These are not just songs. These are signals.
The Tree of Life resonates in modal runs,
in seventh chords played with reverence,
in brushes that barely kiss the skin of the snare.
The trumpet calls like a watcher on the threshold.
The saxophone drapes the soul in veils of Binah.
The bass walks between worlds.
The piano spells secret names in syncopated fire.
This is angelic work — but not the harp-strumming, halo-polishing kind.
This is rough-winged, sweat-soaked jazz communion,
where heavenly beings show up at the club in hush-puppy shoes and shades,
ready to riff on the divine.
For the jazz aficionado —
Each note — a visitation.
Each solo — a descent.
Let the music carry you.
Let it interrupt your ordinary day.
Let it stir the thing in you that remembers eternity in the God State.
Because this is what happens
when the angels pick up instruments
and say…
“Let’s play.”
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Bardo bus alert; here it comes, whizzing around the corner!
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See You At The Top!!!
gorby