What are you listening to?

A pilgrim (from the Latin peregrinus) is a traveler (literally one who has come from afar) who is on a journey to a holy place. Typically, this is a physical journey (often on foot) to some place of special significance to the adherent of a particular religious belief system. In the spiritual literature of Christianity, the concept of pilgrim and pilgrimage may refer to the experience of life in the world (considered as a period of exile) or to the inner path of the spiritual aspirant from a state of wretchedness to a state of beatitude.
 
Two Steps From Hell - Star Sky



Here we are
Riding the sky
Painting the night with sun
You and I, mirrors of light
Twin flames of fire
Lit in another time and place
I knew your name
I knew your face
Your love and grace
Past and present now embrace
Worlds collide in inner space
Unstoppable, the songs we play
Burn that page for me
I cannot erase the time of sleep
I cannot be loved, so set me free
I cannot deliver your love
Or caress your soul so
Turn that page for me
I cannot embrace the touch that you give
I cannot find solace in your words
I cannot deliver you your love
Or caress your soul
Age to age
I feel the call
Memory of future dreams
You and I, riding the sky
Keeping the fire bright
From another time and place
I know your name
I know your face
Your touch and grace
All of time cannot erase
What our hearts remember stays
Forever on a song we play
Burn that page for me
I cannot erase the time of sleep
I cannot be loved, so set me free
I cannot deliver your love
Or caress your soul so
Turn that page for me
I cannot embrace the touch that you give
I cannot find solace in your words
I cannot deliver you your love
Or caress your soul


The lyrics of this song can be interpreted in a few ways I think. For instance they can be interpreted in the context of two lovers in the same life, or the fragmented souls of lovers over several lives in the reincarnation cycles with one wanting to hang on to the relationship and the other asking to be let go of. But the way I like to subjectively interpret it is as the voices of the "fall" if the verse part of the song is interpreted as the voice of the ""feminine" creative thought" of the 'One' and the reply to it in the chorus is the voice of Lucifier choosing to become fragmented due to the "repeating syndrome"; these lyrics bring to my mind these passage from the sessions for me. :lol:

July 13, 2002

Ark, Laura, BT, VG
[...]
Q: (L) Well, the next logical question was: where does the so-called "sexual center" get ITS energy?

A: The sexual center is in direct contact with 7th density in its "feminine" creative thought of "Thou, I Love." The "outbreath" of "God" in the relief of constriction. Pulsation. Unstable Gravity Waves.

March 11, 1995

Frank, Laura, Terry, Jan, SV
[...]
Q: (J) Go back to what they said before: "Free will could not be abridged if you had not obliged." (T) We, as the human race, used our free will to switch from STO to STS. (L) So, at some level we have chosen the mess we are in and that is the Super Ancient Legend of the Fallen Angel, Lucifer. That is us. We fell by falling into that door, so to speak, going after the pot of gold, and when we fell through the door, the serpent bit us!

A: But this is a repeating syndrome.

Q: (L) Is it a repeating syndrome just for the human race or is it a repeating syndrome throughout all of creation?

A: It is the latter.

Q: (L) Is this a repeating syndrome throughout all of creation simply because it is the cyclic nature of things? Or is it as the Indians call it, Maya?

A: Either or.
 
Urban Species - Spiritual Love

Now let me start this, if home is where the heart is
With her I feel at home even when we're apart it's
Strange but I can feel her presence beside me
So in a sense one could say that she guides me
Now I'm remembering the first time I saw her
Feeling this vibe, or whatever, let's say aura
But I never would have thought, see I never could have known
Outta one chance glance all this could have grown
And that's the beauty of it you see it grows and it's natural
What can I say in every way we're compatible
Talk is cheap at times we don't speak
Cos we're engrossed in thoughts that are deep
It's like two hearts, two minds, two bodies, two souls
Making one whole, now it's gotta be told
That what we have is more than just physical
Don't be so cynical, we got a spiritual love
Feels so natural
More than physical
Spiritual love
Feels so natural
More than physical
Spiritual love
We got a love I can trust let me tell you 'bout us
Underline the word love and see it ain't about lust
It's spiritual love oh, what a feeling
Impossible to measure it, one can only treasure it
Sort of like a legacy, maybe it's my destiny
Maybe it's a test of me, to bring out the best in me
Who knows, who cares, all I know is that there's
A reason for everything and whatever fate may bring
See I didn't plan this some don't understand this
They try to play the role of thinking that's what a man is
To me she's more than just a fashion accessory
And I'll protect her by any means necessary
Two hearts, two minds, two bodies, two souls
Making one whole, now it's gotta be told
That what we have is more than just physical
Don't be so cynical, we got a spiritual love
Feels so natural
More than physical
Spiritual love
Feels so natural
More than physical
Spiritual love
 
Hawkwind - Master of the Universe ( Space Ritual - Heavy version )

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Juno Reactor - Masters of the Universe
 
Anilah — Warrior (w/ Einar Selvik)


Warrior
Reasoning lets go
and I am propelled into you
My Skin widening...

Reasoning lets go
and I am propelled into you...

Hands and arms grow
and I release what must go.
My skin widening
to feel your angelic arms.

Come close
so that I can melt into you

Come Close…

Reasoning lets go
and I am propelled into you
My skin widening
to your angelic arms
Leaving this weight behind
My spine becomes light

Clean my senses
so that I can hear you
clearly


Reasoning lets go
and I am propelled into you.
Hands and eyes grow
and I release what must go.

My Skin widening...
to feel
your
angelic
arms

Warriors move gracefully...

We lay down our weapons
at your feet
take us with grace
to the other field.

Can we lay down our weapons
and the tired intellect
rise above
and...

Bring me Grace

I know you Can.
 
Jos Slovick - I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger (from 1917) - Official Video


I am a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm travellin' through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there, no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed shall ever sleep
I'm going home to see my mother
And all my loved ones who've gone on
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I am a poor wayfarin' stranger
I'm travellin' through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there, no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
 
Jos Slovick - I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger (from 1917) - Official Video


I am a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm travellin' through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there, no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed shall ever sleep
I'm going home to see my mother
And all my loved ones who've gone on
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I am a poor wayfarin' stranger
I'm travellin' through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there, no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

Better version, or so I feel:

 

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