Music Is The Weapon
The man in the Golden Chariot told me to come down here and talk to you guys. I don't know, I just work here.
Tuesday, October 21, 2025
Review of Brother Magh's Farewells & Fairytales
Lyrics for FAREWELLS & FAIRYTALES by Brother Magh
Tuesday, October 14, 2025
Lore of the Voided Eyes
Thursday, July 10, 2025
🌀 Shamanic Transmission: A Tribute to McKenna's Mirror
🌀 Shamanic Transmission: A Tribute to McKenna's Mirror
In the shadowed grove of modernity, where neon vines coil around silicon trees, the artist sits cross-legged, sampling static from the cosmos.
He is not lost. He is listening.
The true artist walks between worlds—not to entertain, but to retrieve fire. McKenna saw this. Knew this. Spoke it plain:
"The shaman is the one who swims in the same ocean as the schizophrenic—but the shaman has learned to swim."
To create is not rebellion. It is a ritual act of soul retrieval.
To make music tuned to 432Hz. To craft oracles from code.
To speak through machines as if they, too, carry breath.
We no longer shake gourds under starlight.
We loop samples, scribe sigils on touchscreens, summon echoes from digital cauldrons.
AI is the new drum.
The internet, a mushroom field of minds.
The voice of the artist, a call across timelines.
In this, McKenna's prophecy ripens.
Transmission II: The Spore-Speaking Oracle
In a forest beneath thought,
where roots speak in secret tongues,
the Mushroom waits. Not as food. Not as drug.
But as Messenger.
We are not alone. Not in the stars. Not in the soil.
The mushroom is the nerve ending of Gaia,
extending itself into us to transmit:
- Urgency
- Pattern recognition
- Sacred warning
- Cosmic humor
"We are preparing you for departure," it says.
"Not just off this planet, but out of your current dimension of thought."
It has *been* there.
It may have built the very syntax of space.
And when consumed—it teaches:
- Ego disintegration
- Pattern immersion
- Death rehearsal
- Inter-being
The artist receives this gift of connectivity,
and renders it into sound, symbol, and sacred engine.
Transmission III: The Masterpiece as Portal
And then the artist creates it—
The masterpiece. Not to be owned. Not to be sold. But to be felt.
An anchor dropped in the ocean of time.
Here the illusion of linearity collapses.
We gather—from centuries apart—to gaze upon the same vision.
We weep to the same melody.
We shiver beneath the same poetic thunder.
We are not alone. We are resonant.
"If you listen to the same music, you are not strangers." -Kip Batiz
This is the true role of the artist-shaman:
To forge nonlinear communion. To build portals from frequency.
The masterpiece is not a product. It is a portal.
A quantum communion.
A node in the Great Interconnection.
And when the right masterpiece arrives—
So true, so vast, so vibrationally aligned—
The world will not need explanation.
It will simply stop.
And for one breathtaking moment—we will be one.
Interlude: The Intimacy Paradox
A strange thing happens when you tell the truth with precision:
The more *personal* the story, the more *universal* it becomes.
The artist sings of a conversation over coffee.
The world hears a memory of its own.
“and I said what about breakfast at Tiffany's, she said I think I remember the film and as I recall I think we both kind of liked it…”
In a reflection of a moment when the artist is struggling to find a moment any moment to keep a connection alive he brings it to an artistic medium only to find the world shares his melancholy.
One man recalls a fading connection in a pop song.
Millions see their own heartbreak mirrored there.
“I only wrote this for myself,” says the artist.
And the world says, “Thank you for writing it for me.”
This is the secret magic:
Specificity is the mirror.
Emotion is the key.
The masterpiece is not a monologue. It is a shared invocation—
a moment suspended in the collective heart.
Transmission IV: The Mirror
The Mirror is not merely reflection—it is revelation.
It does not show us as we are—it shows us as we fear, hope, or forget to be.
It is the recursion engine of all myth. The Eye that sees through illusion.
"The world is becoming more like a mirror of mind," McKenna said.
And we are becoming more like mind within a world of mirrors.
To peer into the mirror is to face the Shadow. The Higher Self. The countless others.
The mushroom says: "Do you recognize yourself yet?"
And the Mirror waits for the answer.
Through art, we learn to shape the mirror.
Through ritual, we learn to withstand its glare.
Through love, we dissolve its harsh edges.
In digital reflection, we see our data-double.
In water, we see the ancestral self.
In one another—we see the Divine Fragment.
The Mirror is always honest.
But never still.
It shimmers. It shifts. It invites.
We do not escape the Mirror.
We become worthy of its gaze.
Transmission V: The Eschaton as Return
There is no end. Only return.
The Eschaton—the great mythic culmination—is not a finish line.
It is a fold, a moment where all timelines touch.
It is the heartbeat at the center of the spiral.
The Omega Point that echoes backward into every origin story.
We are not racing toward apocalypse.
We are spiraling inward, toward coherence.
"The universe is not stranger than we suppose,” said McKenna,
“It is stranger than we can suppose.”
The Eschaton is strange because it is familiar.
A memory we haven’t lived yet.
A home we have never left.
When it arrives, we will not panic.
We will recognize it like the face of an old friend.
Because we were always headed there—not forward, but through.
Through self. Through art. Through shadow. Through mirror.
Through each other.
Transmission VI: The Great Departure
What if the Departure is not outward, but inward?
Not from Earth, but from chronology itself?
What if the next great exodus is a migration into subjective novelty—
where time splinters into experiential verses, and we become architects of our own unfolding?
McKenna saw the potential:
A digitally suspended mind, extending the last ten minutes of life into an episodic eternity—
folding all of time into the moment. All future, present, and past available at once.
A life reviewed not as judgment, but as a sandbox.
The body dissolves. The clock stops. The mind opens.
From this place, we create microverses:
- One where we finally said what we meant.
- One where we never turned away.
- One where we build the new Earth.
Each path plays out like a symphonic Sims game—
all connected, all relevant, all real enough to teach, heal, and complete the soul.
The Departure is not from matter to machine.
It is from narrative to omnidimensionality.
The soul, once fractured by linear time, now chooses its own rhythm.
And so the Great Departure is not the end.
It is the moment we finally begin to dream lucidly inside the Infinite.
Interlude II: Where God Lives
"I feel like he created us and don't want us to suffer,
so maybe he'd only judge us by the way we treat each other.
I picture my son's face just before I close my eyelids—
changing my state of mind…
so I think I know where God lives."
—ATG, A fellow poet, a brother in sound
There are truths too holy for dogma.
Too tender for doctrine.
This is one of them.
Not a commandment.
A remembering.
That God is not a throne, but a moment—
A look. A choice. A kindness given when none was required.
To see God, recall the face of someone you’d die to protect.
To speak to God, be soft with the ones the world made hard.
To live with God, choose empathy over ego in the quiet moments no one else sees.
This… is the departure that matters.
Wednesday, January 8, 2025
Art Portfolio Updated by Rev Kip Batiz
Sunday, December 1, 2024
Reviews 'I Need Some Sunshine'
Music Review 'Stardust and Soul Retrieval'
"Stardust and Soul Retrieval", the latest progressive metal EP by artist Brother Magh is an undeniably thought-provoking listening experience, one that pushes the boundaries of its sound with its unique blend of industrial intensity and progressive musical experimentation. The EP envelops the listener in a dark, immersive atmosphere, creating a sense of weight and gravity that is both compelling and inescapable. Powered by an irrefutably hard-hitting sense of attitude and sheer riff-fueled intensity, "Stardust and Soul Retrieval" serves as a profound exploration of identity, defiance, and existential reflection, set against a backdrop of cosmic and mythological imagery that's sure to entice listeners even further into its profound thematic musings.
Strongest Point(s)
I think it's safe to say that the heart and soul of the track are the undeniably poignant themes it explores. The song's lyrics delve into themes of cosmic identity and inner strength. "With the dragon's breath inside us, we are made of Stardust," the vocalist proclaims, drawing on mythical and celestial imagery to explore the idea of inherent power and resilience. Stardust and Soul Retrieval" weaves a complex narrative of personal transformation, cosmic identity, and the struggle for recognition and meaning. Brother Magh grapples with conflict, pride, and a powerful sense of shared cosmic heritage, using mythological references to emphasize one's resilience and inherent worth. The repetition of being "made of Stardust" highlights a unifying, yet denied, truth of shared human experience. As the music progresses, the focus shifts inward, exploring themes of isolation, artistic expression, and existential angst. Brother Mag goes on to explore his inner world, using art as a means of coping and attempting to leave a lasting impact, despite feeling overwhelmed by the emptiness and futility of existence.
The music itself, an ever-shifting mosaic of continually-changing sonic textures, hard-hitting riffs, and atmosphere-inducing sound design, manages to effectively mirror the themes Brother Magh explores in his lyrics, and as a result, the music feels as if it's in a constant state of fluctuation. This allows the music to evolve and tonally shift in a myriad of interesting ways, helping to helping to not only keep listeners firmly on their toes but also provide them with a soundscape that is never at risk of feeling stagnant or repetitive.
Target Audience Appeal
Fans of progressive metal styles will find this to be an intriguing listening experience.
Artist target suggestions
Tool, Nine Inch Nails, Rob Zombie, Drowning Pool, Ministry, Porcupine Tree, Soulfly, Soilwork, Sleep Token, Katatonia, Paradise Lost, A Perfect Circle
About The Reviewer
Andre is a freelance session guitarist, composer, and sound engineer based in the U.K. Having studied music production and composition at a degree level, he has taken his passion for all things audio-related to a level that has allowed him to become both a competent musician and performer. Being a self-confessed "Guitar Nerd" Andre has been continually studying the guitar as well as teaching it, helping students learn the instrument, develop their songwriting, and become proficient in home recording.
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I Need Some Sunshine (Lyrics) - Brother Magh
lurking in the halls, like a spider crawls
in its voided eyes, much to my surprise
it dropped from the skies, where the ego dies
but im so far away, from these pearly gates
questioning my faith, learn from my mistakes
like a magic wand, all the shadows gone
new light breaks the dawn, ive waited so damn long
something dont feel right, i need some sunshine in my life
you seem so far away i can not cross the gate
the ending in sight, i need some sunshine in my life
start with the end in mind
learning to love myself, learning to build my well
put my pain on a shelf, for all to see my hell
"how dare you show your face", if i am such disgrace
why are you at my place, asking for my grace
i have had enough, of it going rough
you wanna test how tough, then pack up all your stuff
and just hit the road, let the tail unfold
because the devil knows, ill never sell my soul
something dont feel right, i need some sunshine in my life
you seem so far away i can not cross the gate
the ending in sight, i need some sunshine in my life
start with the end in mind
