The Golden Light shines on me
And shows me who I am
Lay your love upon me
The secret master plan
We are nature's blueprint
The magic in the ground
The power in the air
Creation all around
You are not holden. You’re the
Mother of a Thousand Children
You should be golden, you’re the
Mother of a Thousand Children
The moon is new
It's disappeared from view
We all know that that means
It's Adventure time
Do you really wanna know
In the cosmic glow
Then go with the flow
It's Adventure time
Keep your hands on the wheel
And the car on the road
There's much more than you know
It's Adventure time
We're floating in the land of the gods
We can't see them, but they can help us
We’re dancing in the lap of the gods
We can feel them, they're all around us
I had a mind-blowing idea
As I walked through the land of fear
With a pocket full of teenage jokes
Like a spiritual engineer
Let's surf those right brain waves
Blow the money that we saved
Don't want to stagnate
Leave things to fate
To be crushed by the cogs
Of your past mistakes
Come along on my trip
It's for those who are hip
Got my toolbox oiled
And covered in foil
I'm on the engine plate
So don't be late
I'm not riding shotgun
I'm thirty-sixin’
All the Angels keep on callin’
And the World keeps on turnin’
See today as a Palace of Play
As the barricades keep burning
My heart is like a lead Ball
Since you've been gone
It used to shine out like a star
When I could do no wrong
I need to turn it back to gold
I need to do it now
I’ve got to find an alchemist
Someone to show me how
I search around both high and low
But there is no one there
I need to travel to the past
To carry this repair
The planes are down
The trains have stopped
I’ll need to go within
To land my feet on a Paris street
That once had magic in
Oh Nicolas Flamel
I can see me sitting there
At the feast of friends
All bathed in light
I see the love within
I take a spark from in your heart
And hold it in a ball
Place the love inside my heart
And walk back through the wall
Now words so mean can't bother me
They just don't hurt at all
I've changed my heart from heavy dread
Into a golden hall
With room enough for everyone
And I can now stand tall
And walk through life with gratitude
And my golden ball.
"Department Store of the Soul" delves into the profound concept of reincarnation, presenting it as a journey through an expansive, multi-level department store, open to everyone, where each floor represents a different lifetime. The message at the heart of this exploration is that we are on an eternal quest for growth, learning, and evolution, with each incarnation offering unique lessons and experiences. Just as shoppers visit different departments to find what they need, our souls navigate through lifetimes to gather wisdom, resolve karma, and fulfill our destinies. This metaphorical department store serves as a space where past, present, and future lives intersect, allowing readers to understand the interconnectedness of their journeys across time. Through personal stories, mystical insights, and practical guidance, the book encourages readers to embrace the concept of reincarnation not as a mere philosophical idea but as reality and a powerful tool for personal transformation, urging them to live with purpose, seek spiritual enlightenment, and view their lives as part of a grand, divine tapestry that transcends a single lifetime, but only exists in the moment.
Join me in a narrative that weaves through the fabric of the metaphysical and the tangible, charting a course through the unexplored territories of the soul. This compelling odyssey delves into the lands of the esoteric and the profound, from shamanic journeys that transcend time and space to encounters with the divine that challenge the boundaries of reality. Through the quest for understanding and transformation, we navigate the labyrinth of the spiritual and the psychedelic, seeking answers to life's most elusive questions and uncovering truths that redefine existence. This journey is a beacon for those who dare to venture beyond the grey veil of the mundane, offering insights into the interconnectedness of all things and the infinite potential of the magic human spirit.
In 'The Department Store of the Soul,' the enigmatic world of 'Rock Section' is a story that transcends time and space, woven from mysticism and music in a wild journey of discovery. At its heart, this narrative reveals a secret connection between the author and the spirit of Jim Morrison, exploring a shared destiny that unfolds in the shadow realms of creativity and the supernatural. As the author navigates through shamanic realms and the reality of the music industry, 'Rock Section' becomes more than just a song—it transforms into a symbol of resistance, liberation, and the unyielding power of art. This tale is a testament to the enduring bond between artists across the veil of death and a revelation of a hidden truth that could change the course of history. 'Rock Section' is not merely a chapter in a book; it's a doorway into a saga that challenges the very fabric of reality, inviting readers to question what they know about fame, legacy, and the eternal soul.
Embark on a transformative journey with 'The Department Store of the Soul,' an exploration of the quest for spiritual enlightenment, artistic liberation, and personal growth. A series of shamanic journey encounters with the spirit of Jim Morrison and deep dives into the realms of music and creativity unveil a rich tapestry of mystical experiences and revelations. Set against the backdrop of historical insights and cultural analysis, this book uncovers the secret behind the song 'Rock Section' and invites readers to reflect on their own paths towards freedom and self-discovery. 'The Department Store of the Soul' is not just a narrative; it's a guidebook for anyone seeking to explore the depths of their own mystery, challenge the confines of conventional existence, and step into a life of boundless creativity and spiritual awakening.
A Childhood Odyssey: From the Tropics to the Unknown
In "A Childhood Odyssey," I embark on a narrative journey that traces the contours of an unconventional upbringing, a tapestry woven from the vibrant threads of diverse cultures, lands, and experiences. Born into the transient life of an army camp, my earliest memories are punctuated by the presence of a pet rat named Mickey, a harbinger of the unconventional life ahead. This chapter unfolds as a voyage from the familiar confines of an army existence to the mystical shores of Guernsey and then, dramatically, to the sun-drenched landscapes of Jamaica. This land seemed to teeter on the very edge of the world.
With its pulsating rhythms and lush vistas, Jamaica became the backdrop of my formative years, a place where American comics and books painted a vivid picture of a world beyond, fueling my imagination with tales of heroism and adventure. It was here, amidst the laughter and the music, the beaches and the vibrant street life, that I began to craft my identity, albeit under the mistaken belief that I was American, a misconception born from the stories that filled my days and nights.
Life in Jamaica was an idyllic blend of adventure and the stark realities of nature's law. My companions were a loyal dog named Lucky and a cat whose fate at the hands of a mongoose taught me the harsh lessons of life and death. It was a childhood marked by the freedom of endless summers, the thrill of art competitions won, and the simple joys of Sunday school stickers. Yet, it was also a time shadowed by the ominous presence of the Duppy Man, a spectral figure that haunted the lanes of my paradise.
The soundtrack of my Jamaican odyssey was "My Boy Lollipop," a melody that followed me across the island, a bittersweet refrain that underscored my days. But as is the nature of all idylls, the shadows lengthened, and paradise began to fray at the edges. Discovery of a severed hand, the injustice faced by my loyal dog, and the looming independence day signalled the end of an era. My family's departure was marked by a poignant encounter that hinted at the tumultuous changes awaiting the island and its people.
Our return to England was a journey from the familiar into the unknown, from the warmth of the Caribbean sun to the cold embrace of snow in Reading. It was a transition marked by loss—not just of a beloved pet and a way of life but of innocence. Yet, amidst the upheaval, we carried with us more than just physical reminders of our time in Jamaica; we bore the weight of a curse, a shadow that lingered long after our departure, a testament to the profound impact of our time in a land that had become part of our very souls.
"A Childhood Odyssey" is more than a recounting of events; it reflects the nature of home, identity, and the indelible mark of childhood experiences. It is a chapter that explores the complexity of memory, the pain of loss, and the enduring power of the human spirit to adapt, survive, and, ultimately, find a way back to the light.
"Baby, You've Got a Blockage": A Journey Through the Shadow
In the labyrinthine corridors of our existence, where our shadow intertwines with our light, lies the enigmatic chapter, "Baby, You've Got a Blockage". This is a voyage into the heart of darkness that resides within us all, a darkness that whispers tales of limitations, of unfulfilled dreams, and of paths untrodden due to the invisible chains that bind our spirit. Delve deep into the essence of what it means to encounter a blockage, a barrier erected not by our world but of our mind, a construct as real as the air we breathe yet as elusive as the wind.
"Baby, You've Got a Blockage," she said, words that echoed in the hidden caverns of my soul, kicking up the dust of complacency and the debris of self-doubt. These words, a mirror reflecting the myriad faces of my own negations, became the catalyst for a journey inward, a quest not for just for gold but of understanding the alchemy of the self. This chapter is a confession, a revelation, and perhaps, a redemption of sorts. It's an exploration of the negative mindset that had become my unwitting companion, a shadow cast long by the brilliance of punk rock's anarchic light, which, unknown to me, harbored gold beneath its dark veneer.
In the aftermath of punk rock's 'Year Zero', amidst the ruins of rebellion and the ashes of disillusionment, there I stood, a seeker, naked at the crossroads of existence, pondering the riddle of success and the enigma of failure. Was the secret to unlocking the treasures of the self, hidden in plain sight, or was it buried deep within, guarded by dragons of doubt in the fortress of fear? This chapter is a pilgrimage through the desert of despair and the ocean of oblivion, in search of the oasis of clarity.
Here, I confront the ghosts of Marxism, phantoms of political radicalism that sought to reduce the complexity of human existence to a never-ending debate and a pre-determined ideology. Yet, amidst this cacophony of convictions, I found myself adrift, a nomad in search of a mythic homeland that existed somewhere in me, beyond the boundaries of race, nationality, or creed. My journey was not outwards to a place on the map but inwards to a space within the heart, where true belonging lies.
This chapter is an odyssey through the weird and the wonderful, the inexplicable events that punctuated my life, like stars in the night sky, guiding me yet eluding my grasp. I learned to tread softly in the realm of magic, to guard the sacred from the profane, for the 'Magic Land' was not a destination but a state of being, a living dream, ensconced within the fortress of my mind, shielded from the siege of normality.
"Baby, You've Got a Blockage" is a testament to the power of introspection, a narrative that weaves through the fabric of the self, unraveling the threads of doubt and fear, to reveal the tapestry of potential that lies unseen within. It is a declaration of war against the internal adversaries that besiege us, and a hymn of victory for the battles fought and won in the silent chambers of the soul. Join me on this journey, for it is not just my story, but the story of every person that has ever dared to dream, to question, and to seek the gold that lies within.
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