Being for each Other

It would seem as if once upon a dream in a space nowhere, a spark of conscious awareness ignites within quasi-omni-present condensate.

Co-emerging and converging paths of liberation – spiral journey of extremes.

Discovering, uncovering and recovering memory streams of labirythmic thought exploring nets co-creating, observing-participating, inter-penetrating alliances causal strings knotted densely as synchrocoincidancing entities.

Cellular connection collaborative communication in formations perceived subjectivelly as subjectifiable “object”-substances, thanks to mind that matters.

Through gratitude and passionate compassion, forgiving and forgetting our entrapped “seperrate self” (“ego”) allowing relaxing attention-extension to all subjectively and non-simultaneously apprehended situations .

Mantra: “That which “Eyes” can see is that which is not me.”

Consciouesness, free from chains of habituated habitat-habits becomes clear once again from auto-imposed self-entrapment.

Withinout Love Expanding

Each cell : sElf or Other


Why did you create this music compilation?

Sound bridges apparent gaps between emotion & mathematics, discord & harmony, in-formation & noise, physical & metaphysical, religion & science, & (most importantly) organismic entities.

It can be a refuge from discordant chatter reverberating through streets busied by mechanistic mind-sets. Playing with sound has been shown to involve the integration of processes involving many parts of the brain. Synesthesia is a condition of integration of sensory input stimulation. It’s syntropic synergy synchrocoincidancing timeless spaces unveiling themselves before being when a door through which shines light of love of life opens gates of Heovens in the nowhere or even hwells unless all externalised phenomena (without exception) is subject to subjectification.

* Quasi-neologism “Heovens” He + ovens, Referring to certain states within Yoga practice, i.e., “Heoven doors unlock higher modes of polarity tuning.” (8th circuit activation)

* Quasi-neologism “hwells” hell + well, Referring to states of consciousness where “ego” has managed to infiltrate the awareness system. i.e., “A water well fell into hwell, it’s doing well, hwell sells well.” (2nd circuit psychology)

Seeking-finding meaning in sound non-verbal articulation.

This music compilation originally features an additional track entitled “Nothing Lasts Forever” which was deleted in the hope of recording a “better” take “later on”.”Later on” did not manifest as the project was abandoned temporarely while a struggle with proprietary hardware and software took place. Copyleftschemes through thought. Glimpses oasis awaiting our space, composed co-related vibrating data that gets processed within habitat patterns of chordata.

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Have a wonderfully organic biobot (and beyond) experience.

Namaste & Kind Regards,
Amecylia Music

Dirty software, hardware & Pauli Effect

An incomprehensible occurrence seems to have manifest in 2011. Namely, reasonably ethically sane software and hardware set-ups were traded in for “dirty” software which shall remain anonymous.

Within a quantity of time, anomalies noted. Hardware functioning unreliably, software playing far-out games. Though months clogged up lag, times stayed reasonably productive. Multiple videos and albums recorded and edited. Alas! Fast-forward additional months and the guilt of having traded my soul and dignity for the opportunity to edit files began to bloom.

The thing never felt like “my” computer. It was there for me, acting as a savant servant of sorts. Touching it with my neural appendages gave some amount of release and satisfaction, though it seemed always slightly out of reach. It grew on me through the months and years, though we never shared the sort of connection I felt towards Gentoo GNU+Linux. Waking nights, unsettled sense of eerie wavering haunted the CPU.

During morning time, software failed to functionally perform the tasks. Efforts continuing through doses of motivational speech extracted from the crevices of internetted settlements. This was a wake-up call. An existential crisis. Subject to fumes of dirty licenses, the bovine brainwashed masses amassed expensive .

Due to third eye and 9th chakra remote cleansing (services available via bandcamp store! BUY NOW! A chance for placebo effect guaranteed! T&C apply, no refunds.) it is self-evident that the greys have infiltrated systems within biobots. Reptilians are slow so they bought into the systems due to status anxiety. Spreading akin to the Emotional Plague, the chattle follow stuporously towards pseudo-conspicuous disaster scenarios.

Eventually, I came around and rekindled with the lunatic fringe. The planet side trip was no longer alluring, homesickness struck like thunderstorm sounds. The first device failed. Although lacking much dirty software, proprietary binary blobs have infiltrated the machine. Confused and gasping for connection, the next device was unfolded from it’s packaging. This was the device used to construct the following aural contraption. I knew that our time together was limited.

Within days, a ceremonial ritual was performed which revealed revelations of dream times known surely to some. Those who need to know will know, but the images are unavailable to those lacking access to iMagiNation. Chakra energy vortexes fully replenished by non-limited pranic energy, I touched the thing again with the bio-appendages available as part of human equipment. A long sequence of patterns in desperate need of editing due to boring nature unfolded into ear canal as limbs grappled timidly at the keyboards.

“What if I do not make it?” thought happened as a consequence of thinking.

Knowing that it was time to press the save button, yet too engrossed in the ecstasies of audio production, a decision was made to pause the track. As actions unfolded in order to complete this task, the unthinkable happened: device shut down.

Distraught, button sequences were pressed in an attempt to restore the function. No response. Troubleshooting hardware was attempted. Diagnosis: the motherboard passed away.

“I can obtain new one!” thought appeared as a result of associating.

Indeed, a new device was obtained – not too unlike the previous one. Lacking a coherent package manager made it tedious, though not impossible, to configure in a way that functions adequately for purposes.

Within weeks, new albums were generated, though this song’s lack of completion loomed hauntingly. Recovered from the hard-drive, file opened. Return to production re-initiated. Things seemed to be going smoothly. New sound effects added and automations placed strategically to decrease the boring. Until the “export” button was stimulated. Upon the sound of a click, as if magickally, screen glitch-frozen. It looked interesting and sounded suitable, but was an incorrect action by the computer. Within minutes, off-button pressed due to issue. Subsequent events confirmed: hard-drive passed away.

“It’s still okay. I saved the file and have extra hard-drive!” thought flow racing excitedly.

Unscrewing the chassis allowed hard-drive extraction process. New SSD inserted.

No reply.

The innards of the device in a state no longer suited for the purposes of hosting a functional system.

This was the final blow. I prayed and repented, asking the g-ds for forgiveness for transgressions. Promising myself to eventually become a saint of the church of emacs..

Exploring algorithmic, quasi-automatic playing and aural cut-ups, this is an album-length semi-copy&paste. It is (f)unfortunately left unfinished. To be remembered as The Song That Broke The iThing.

Thank you for choosing for your spacetime requirements!

Optimal Greetings && Kind Regards,
The Ethernetic Amecylia Music Sprites (TEAMS)

Multimedia production, software & sharing

A few notes on multimedia production, free (libre) software and creating a thriving community based on sharing.

Sharing is caring free speech, free ideas. Every word you think-speak is in multi-ways magical spell.zget DNA in state of Metta-Formation. Death is transformation of perpetually oscillating energies tied with

Compilation of Richard Stallman quotes regarding sharing

Sharing is caring!


"Moderation is key" by Amecylia

Meditations on moderation

Enjoy this short message from Amecylia in the form of an image gallery. Some captions are also included in this Gallery!

Let’s let the light of love of life guide us

Thank you for tuning in


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My first photo-shoot!

Metta Programming DNA

Metta : unconditional compassion, heart-felt loving kindness, good intent towards ALL excluding NONE

Our bodies are programmable

Our cosmic culture is programmable

Our humans are programmable and meta programming

Metta programming our DNA-inter-net is optimal

COMPASSion is optimal, not optional

AMECYLIA: Thank you for tuning in!
AMECYLIA: Thank you for tuning in!

Let’s let the light of love of life serve as guide

Shine bright
Children of light
Be guided by
Love of life

Mindful compassion serves as a compass for action as integral awareness forms the basis of all furtherence of causal chains, breaking free of syn-imposed limits.

Day of getting restful sleep!
Today, starting from beginning
New / updated operating system
Purging all dirty software
Apting to get lots of water
Emerging to help others

And healing m(y)our being




#Love #Kindness #Freedom #Biobot #Human #Software #COMPASSion #Software #Ubuntu #Kali #AmbiGUIty #Programming #Metaprogramming #Mettaprogramming #Intelligence #LovingKindness #Conkeror #Yoga #GoodVibeTribe #Integral #Psychology #Buddhism #Metta
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“Universe is a hall of mirrors.”
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Gallery: “Playing With Photons” by Amecylia

Dear Viewer,

This gallery is a compilation of 9 photo-graphic experimentations

Thank you for tuning in. Let the light of love of life lead us towards the middle way

Amecylia Digital Media Team

"Welcome to our participatory Universe" AMECYLIA

Living is not forgetting but forgiving

Humanity needs COMPASSion. In a paradigm of blind leading the blind and leaving each Other behind resulting in unsane ecology and pandemic of pathological psychology. We all need to recover – kindness, connection, warm-presence – heals and fulfils.

Life, woven with silken symphonies of love and light – never for getting, always for giving – remembering, revolving all that is related, associated, thought, or even “known” intellectually:

Let the seeds of softness, gentleness, and loving-kindness of your integral unity sprout, fertilized by compassion through your heart, being-soul – view via vividly elucidating cheerfulness – breathing pulsating rhythms of Life permeated throughout all darkness as soils of “emptiness” carry seeds that shine crystal clear forever, $WeMeN

Withinout of a dreaming stream of a rainbow playing chasing, digesting and losing it’s own tail – stars of light glow gradually in

~ The End of The Prayer For Demon$

“Under the present brutal and primitive conditions on this planet, every person you meet should be regarded as one of the walking wounded. We have never seen a man or woman not slightly deranged by either anxiety or grief. We have never seen a totally sane human being.” Robert Anton Wilson

Note: “emon” can look a bit like “error” (e.g., via glitch, kerning or astigmatism, etc.,) – also “demo” (‘demons’ are not ‘real’ in the objective sense, but parts of a /*old and deprecated*/ neurolinguistic demonstration)

“An active mind is plastic: sheds, reshapes, evolves”

Thank you and let the light of love of life guide us all


Composed by AMECYLIA
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The Point: "Mirrors" by Amecylia

A Newer Utopia

Consciousness: generative field of love of life and Will to Love. Awaiting the awakening responded by interlacing roots… – I cannot hear you very well, but I’ll keep typing… – Thank you… – They came to be before a tree of dying a-live they devoured as it devoured them…

Then: It was as-if ostentatiously conspicuous symbols speak through their quiet aboundance (abound + bounce + dance) at a frequenzy (frequency + frenzy resulting in a frequent state of frenzy) such that was almost deleted in the conscious, though deeply rooted subconsciously (hidden beyond quasi-confounding veils) envisioned tails of cosmic snails of being.

If you tune in, love reveals the light of life – from which thought streams, emerging and merging… pulsating, rhythming, singing complexities prolix’d perplexities not with-standing apprehensible simultaneity.

Notes: “Apprehensible” – root from understand (as in “Universe is non-simultaneously apprehended”) but also can manifest as fearsome element (signifying choice).

“The lives of all of us have been moulded largely by induction through suggestion” ~ William Walker Atkinson

Playfully co-creating the most intelligent and interesting, iMagiNative and awe-inspiring, mysteriously magical and surrealistically embodied reality tunnels, hierarchies articulate geometric properties of government – from molecules to cells, from orgasm-organisms, to other information fields: orgonomics of economics.

One of the most intricate and interesting features of our existing-echo-system is the function of the loving-orgasmic potency. In humans, this seems to become available in emotionally healthy relationship. This is, of course, not true for everybody, but seems to be a general rule that can be applied, and that seems to be “true enough” in my experience. What is unlocked? When we allow ourselves to closely bond with an other who, over time, and time and time again, shows us a caring open-presence, we can unlock something that makes us the relation-ship seem significantly meaningful.

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Shared energy of a group-species – #goodvibetribe #monkeyland

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The Point: “Mirrors” by Amecylia