LIVE NOW: Recent Episodes
Alexandra Tiss
We live spontaneously. We don't attempt anymore. We don't try. We don't pretend. We don't attempt to pretend. We allow whatever comes. There are no mistakes to be made only lessons on discovering what we truly like and dislike getting us closer to who we really are and who we want to be according on how good we feel in any given moment. Ride the wave. LIVE NOW. LIVE ASAP.
i heard consciousness continues in the absence of perception but how you lost me again remains unconventional so your deep sleep will be my awakened as we slowly die on the surface of thingssaints don't feast around monarch butterflies Bitter orange stars will boldly bolster the world is supposed to sometimes hurt pears to airy lemonsi can't forgive the ones who have wronged me maybe reject the unforgiving and after so many dream gambles it feels unknown, unfixable + unsettled after the rare domestication of our egoscontorting the coils of our splattered heart strings the morning of our suicide girlfriends enraptured by orbic light floodings we can finally dream where we are now.
If you drop your mind into your heart eyelids might turn crimson red like that morning I didn't want you to let me goDo we really need 2 cups for 5 flows5 four of wands 100,000 swans backflipped No backrolls payrolls scar ripped scarred tows rummaged lake rows Pathless path Gateless gate Road most travelled For the children of light Children of 999 fate The goal is false The ammunition is transcendence Lackluster lacuna coils coiling themselves over and over againI can't find my way to you But I'll carry you with me White doves entangled under their own wired wings white feathers crimpled withinAnd I thought the black sun already happened Half cripple a quarter blood red nose codeine another quarter spectacular love supreme. 999
Undeliberately delayed. Uncircumcised days over bigoted pilot rebirths. Wars over wards in columns bestowed with tartar teased + succinct Cut short by egoic masters Cut off, cut down, leaf in annual leave, sundown countdown preposterous Real names are not given in spite of private revolutions + truth spasms But is truth really truth when convoluted if the snake sharpens their poison To labour new patriarchal musclesOver white peacock wings disfluttered Disappointment wins again, dysphoric attainment of a theatre of somnambules, Sleepers at blood red Catholic masses in cupid debt No other than high maintenance Supreme boots hanging outside doors Tommy hilfiggers still not figuring out tom Ford prohibition of import + export Empty carts of dream stanzas We wake up again, we lucid live in between worlds, We cannot reach one another We forget to forgive, we forge our life forward We disempower our fathers, lies still preserved over the kitchen counter Our father is not yours No premonitions to encounter, vestibular vernaculars don't work anymore Loud voices for what? Arguments turn out sycamore The parasoul wins, the god stringed wing until we stop bleeding Of one another's l.o.v.e.Love doesn't encounter strangers - Looming.over.visitors'.espionage Just another WORDIf measured with abbreviations - Love as a new dream to dream instead.999.podcasts are to be listened backwards but understood forwards.
Curated eyelids of Shiva None can be looked after Pragrat before Karuna Mahasukha - the 6 faces of Kabuki The ego is a social house Thoughts don't have a thinkerRavaging beauty is being bornAnd maybe when we all have surrendered to the black ⚫️ The Great Meaninglessness of it allThe Great VoidWe might finally create Invincible Immutable Light. 999
white geese white satin beds of river lilies white puffy willows, white embroidered brollies golden men drunk with mad girls' honeymuddy matters on matted mattresses matinées matangis mournful mad hatters sleep is not the cousin of death deep sleep is the zero point of singularity rem sleep is the mirror universe of the awakened the back of my headdoesn't lose itself -and I remember you again we used to be gods exposed like bones on terracotta shards of monsoon glass now god is hiding again and we're clearly confused we're heartbroken expatriated prozac in pink diffused I still think you're an angel only earth can liberate us back to the cherry-picked seraphims + ophanimsthe throne of god is here, although not another stuttered beginning of healing muted mermaids with their eyeballs pinned to the wall 5am forbidden distress this feeling will prosper with fierce gracewe keep looking for meaning we can't find it in truth [and the truth is if you want anything you won't really find it in truth]I is a social institution not a merkaba empirewe don't have to fall for it again we don't even have to wait thoughts are not words when they bend backwards like swordssworn to be seencontrol has turned into a confederation of false mutual friends can it get more underappreciatedtruth announcing - on its way again nothing like under scrutiny like a shit take away on a wet afternoon the time for peace is now so don't hesitate, cut to the absolute truth the only real thingis whatever touches us but the late midnight blues don't scare me anymore hidden fear is the lunar eclipse of a full dream born anew the longer the day, the faster the moon in my darkness I remember my sister's words reoccur to me baby steps for now long lustrious life for centuries to comethis world is dead - unmutable who's fault is it?amino acids as blue bismuth angels flooding, fluttering ruffles angels fluffing up their winking wings angels with no wrongdoings shattered moon bruised by morning snoozing next to someone you'll never love again and I can beat you with words, I'm pear stoned with fruits yellow bones, yellow quinces before the orchard turns red and I'm terrified I lost you for good words turned semantics, words cannot refute they cry like cupids, they cut in like rusted knivesstill no steady truth twin flaming flamingos i'm hoping when we wake up we're going to be okay again. 999
B!tches like me always prosper - Prognosis Of a Prodigy child I'm Proud and well devoted. 999
Love is more primal than thought The ground of being we couldn’t stand on Sleep on aplomb to break through barriers Knowing doesn't need a knower A subject cannot start a verb The eternal now is all the time there is My compassion couldn't kill your growing uglyI tried to save you, you were committed to damnation in verbatimThe bypassing of another illusion The loss of another sacred child interim Our celestial birthright hasn't been fulfilled yet If memory is noise We are in heaven now Mundane is monsoon Claire de lune, bleu arctic moon Home is not an apparatus A mechanism of shame The Transformers in between Don't settle for more meaning Wilderness is the highest form of orderWilderness doesn't want anything It only wants loveWe are deathless with furyThe truth is - We haven't even been born yetThe stage is unfolding The actors are quitting, the green room is floodingThis new act is supreme. 999
(Beyond infirmary and sickness) No_vember So that whenwe finally step out of the boatwe findeverything holds us,and everything confirms our courage, and if you wantedto drown you could,but you don’tbecause finallyafter all this struggleand all these yearsyou simply don’t want to any moreyou’ve simply had enough of drowningand you want to live and youwant to love and you willwalk across any territoryand any darknesshowever fluid and howeverdangerous to take theone hand you knowbelongs in yours.By David Whyte, THE TRUELOVE 999
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.Tell me about despair and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes on.Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,are heading home again.Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting over and over announcing your place in another family of things. Marie Oliver, Wild Geese
Love is more primal than Thought The ground of being is overlooked Sleep on Aplomb to break through barriers Whatever you don't think about is what's watching you.
I don't remember what I did yesterday but I steadily remember soldiers breaking into usscrapping the inside of our bones with red hearted embroidered daggers + minotaur sword stares We don't settle for their destitute demands, we never even blink Shiva always knows its course, she doesn't like to be alone I'm forgetting myself in the mirror, I have to go back every few seconds, pick myself up by my wedding ring Dreamers don't do rem dreaming amymore but I remain The Architect of my Dream.999
But I gotta provide the Prophecy, I'm a Prodigy, Swallow your Pride that Prospers Prominently. I'm Black and I'm proud to be that, dominant that, past Conscious, trash opposites, I'm that Competent, Mockery Lives, the Media is Monotonous, it's best to be sure, I'm ready for War and I'm taking hostages. Hey yo, I guess we have more than the average package, we are MasterPieces and for the master teachers we are Superior, Schools' Curriculum is disappearing, Mass Incarceration seems to be bland, but they can't erase the Crown. When all my Kings in drought, don't worry about no Money, you can keep your cheque America, you must have thought we couldn't count. 999
More Heart Beat Interludes of Love, we are transcending Samsara through disidentification with the body, individual suffering pursues Ascension, private pain points to the ultimate Collective Light. We are popping out of the cocoon, we are coming back Home to ourselves. The new dawn, the new fleur of consciousness.
Cutting any unhealthy cords with the past, meditating our divinity to liberation from ego + wealth, rough beginnings to opulence in the sun, finally. We ARE THE CHOSEN ONES and no-Body can stop us. The promised land. The promised golden sand. Lion's gate 88. 883
Oddball God no. 8How many probabilities do we need To make it happen again? I wouldn't surrender this time If I didn't have to love refrain.999
As we are approaching the event horizon of the supreme ego/consciousness, as we are getting closer to the O point of singularity, mother Earth is pregnant again with the new eye of god, it floats like a butterfly, it will sting like a bee. But don't be afraid, don't hesitate, don't be phased, nonplussed by the illusion. And there is the land of BLISS.
Proof that something can be proof of everything. Are whites the old 'normal'? Is this the era of quarrel, confusion and eternal frustration with futility? Is this the end of the end? Well if it is, I would rather go out with a bang, than a whimper. 999
Insight into the many faces ego takes in this third dimension, how inner alignment is the quickest path to success, womb sensitivity, brief mental health authenticity check up and check in, short Juice Wrld grudge match freestyle, DJ breakdown on stage and a genius Mad Squablz hip-hop piece.
Metaphysics and the quantum physics of human and universal expansion. Desire, knowing, allowing, letting go, acceptance, self-love, the now, ego, identity, death, life, why's and how's of it all.
Playboi Carti favourite tune after 'Molly' followed by why one has to take the logical step further and embrace atheism, a marathon of comedic memes, suicidality tackled again from a different angle and the freshest Buckroll Beat.
How to wake up to the f(act) that the whole world is a stage and how utterly splendid the theatrics of its showmanship is. How to go beyond the gamble of life with its implied egoic identities and a short interview with a North Korean who gives away the country's political + socio-economic show.
Jim Carrey's satirical take on human ego, how to inspire + educate the youth, how to live in the now through quantum physics and Juice Wrld's soothing prescription of freestyle before sleep.
How to reprogram yourself away from your past + start living by creating your own joyfully healthy and freshly new reality. A segment on Jim Carrey's existentialist truth, identity + awakening and more inspiring acts on starting over again.
More nihilism, existentialism + free will in an emotional + social crisis explored with Adam, wrapped up by Alan Watts' short logical dissertation on why life is an optimal game worth playing which might encourage + inspire oneself to unburden themselves and dive deeper.
Esoteric explanation on why humans continue to engage in addictions, passing through famous Doors segment, where I'm at in life at the moment, why it hurts and where do we go from here, a brilliant quantum physics take on the universal non-binary and why we desperately need one another.
A more than sincere conversation with Adam on trauma, the art of living + relating, distress, pain, the suicidal crisis we are facing every day, unbearable emotions, heartbreak, authenticity of oneself in the world, all wrapped up in humour. Epilogue on wealth, time, christianity and the meaning of life + human identity.
Show Me Love fresh beat introduction, the meaning of life tackled once more, what it feels like to walk around with no identity followed by an interview with a borderline personality disorder specialist. Ding Dong.
The logic of religion in communities, how we need imagination more than anything else to live a fulfilling life, I and Adam have a sincerely raw dialogue on how we really feel in the day in a pandemic - fully uncensored, a poem I wrote whilst hitting a suicidal low again, anorexia nervosa explored even closer and correcting cliché inappropriateness in men's behaviour.
What is trauma bonding and why she can't leave, how the pandemic is a well practised social experiment, how to love and live again in a new world, the impact of the intermittent style of relating, the hilarious heteronormative law, you just have to love yourself a little bit more, anorexia at it again and the most epic epilogue ballad ending it on a high note.
We explore the meaning of oneness with all its content + conditions, how to start living again, the before and after work rituals, hometown hero nor, how to love one's daily existence glam and gore, some new black excellence beats and some old comedy.
What is reality, why one doesn't want children, what if you chose recovery for a more blissful future self, the condition of existing in a state of suicidality, how to stop complementing women based on negative conditions, randomised repetitive daily thoughts and the ultimate outlook on life.
I dissect life, ego and self-awareness, how to manifest anything wanted, how to relate + communicate to people with eating disorders, what is method acting and more existentialist ranting.
How to self-soothe to safety, co-morbid addictions, anorexia nervosa explained again, the ethical meaning behind veganism, you are not one person and why should one meditate?
When Anorexia takes over in the day, the power of now in a crisis, depersonalization, sir, what do you do for a living, Maureen jokes and I don't really remember the rest. Just more cheap existentialism and sick Buckroll Beats.
The art of living, breaking down on the train, proof of receipt on WhatsApp, suicidality, the present moment, daily ruminating questions and the universe always loves us.
Exploring some more boundaries, how to reach clarity within, what is - life, identity existentialism, how to really raise children, Buckroll Beats and what is it really all about.
Food beliefs, rituals, anorexia, get rich or die wolf, quick self-love meditation and baddest Meek Mill beats.
Do you beat your heart, more identity exploration, desire/control release + relief, dolphin story and brief truth messages. Beats by Othello Beats on YouTube.
How can one live whilst tainted by an identity crisis, loss, favourite coffee, disidentification, regret and more swag.
We explore, we pray, we - positivity. We just ride the wave. We don't have to try, we don't have to attempt. We don't have to pretend. We just LIVE. NOW. ASAP.