I sincerely wish I could have a brain scan while listening to Shpongle—it feels like altered states of consciousness
It’s so often that I share this thought! Though this is what the point of Art is to me: to inspire other’s through your own perspective. Shpongle though; they are on another level.
I feel like this band and it’s collaborative members are more lifted than most. You can hear it through their music. It’s like together, their spirits are so high within spiritual progression that they are raised to the point of literally combusting into flames under the righteous light of the sun’s enlightenment, and in this state of inspiration, they capture this feeling, all the feelings within the spectrum of everything and reflect this light over us.
I really do mean all feeling within the spectrum of everything when I say it too. In (Divine Moments of Truth), I hear the rumbling song sang by the “Headstones” of “Easter Island” roaring with the might of earth’s deepest tremors. You can’t help it, the vibration of the air around directs you into a storming dance.
(Invisible Man in a Fluorescent Suit): The most sublime goddess of my most divine dreams so perfectly plucks the the strings of my heart’s harp, relinquishing me of all stress and trepidation even though the royal palace around her is burning!
(Botanical Dimensions): Gooooongggggg… Class is in session, the alchemist of my consciousness mixes in elements, stirs, boils out impurity and then (Outer Shpongolia) hits and behold, the genius glory of gold, is, the mind. (Levitation Nation): Paaarrttyyy!
The list goes on! To say the least, the Shpongle state of mind is one genius place to be within. But to say the most?————- Love? Nirvana? Allahu Akbar? Om? Shpongle. It’s the only rhythm of vibrations which can manifest such universal lucidity, because whether your heart forever soars through the perfect enlightenment of the celestial heavens, or your mind further anchors the science of infinity throughout the cosmos; Say it; Shpongle! It is everything!
Nothing lasts throughout these tales of the inexpressible, but then again, nothing is lost. So are you shpongled by these ineffable mysteries from Shpongland? I know I am