Was hört ihr gerade? Part V

Burial Mix

Massive Attack vs Burial - Paradise Circus



Das Wird ein Burial Abend <3

Burial - Come Down To Us



Transgender, Transgenre, Transcended.
Das Zitat von Lana Wachowski (Mitschöpferin von Matrix) am Ende erzeugt bei mir noch immer eine Gänsehaut.

Demdike Stare - Hashshashin Chant



Hashshashin اساسين = Assassinen

Demdike Stare - Bardo Thodol



Man is like an onion, exactly like an onion; layers and layers of personality; and behind all those layers is hidden the essence. That essence is like emptiness, shunya, void. It is more like non-being than like being, because being has a limitation, a boundary to it. But that innermost core has no boundary to it, it has no limitation, it is just a freedom, a free flow of energy, infinite in its dimensions.

Unless one goes on peeling his layers of personality to the very end, and rediscovers the essence, one remains sickminded. Sickmindedness is being stuck somewhere, frozen somewhere. Sickmindedness is being blocked. It is an impasse – it is exactly how the word sounds: you cannot pass through it. You are blocked. You do not have a freedom to flow and to be, and not to be. ~Osho

Der Mensch kommt erst ins Nirwana wenn er sich von seinen Eigenschaften, seinen Illusionen, Gedankengebäuden und gedanklichen Strukturen getrennt hat. Nicht durch Unterdrückung dieser, sondern durch Bewusstwerdung. Selbsterkenntnis ist nichts anderes als diese Zwiebel mit ihren Schichten zu erkennen. Unter ihren Schichten wartet das Alles im Nichts.

Muslimgauze - Jawani Zindabad



تَكْبِير‎

Ⅎ.∅.R.X.S.⊥ - Ａｗａｋｅ



Diejenigen aber, welche zum Glück der Erkenntnis gelangt, über die Gegensätze erhaben und frei von Selbstsucht sind, diese erschüttert weder Glück noch Unglück irgendwann. ~Mahābhārata

Rim Banna - يا ليل ما أطولك (This never ending night)



O Night, how long you are, You have made me walk barefoot, Scales, how heavy you are, You have bowed my shoulders, My heart is worn away, for your sakes, it is worn away, And our dark hair, O my mother, has turned white, And our fair hair, O my mother, has faded. Don't believe our exile has lengthened, O mother, And that we have forgotten you - The longer our exile is, the more we remember you.

Sehr schönes und wehmütiges Lied aus Palästina.

NinJAH - Watwat [Acid Core]



Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we're the imagination of ourselves... ~Bill Hicks

Undroid - Diomede