Shapeshifter

Shapeshifter. Starseed drifter. Darkness lifter. Dissolving into the light. This is cosmic psychedelic ambient for the deepest point of the journey, a warm vocoder-touched mantra voice glowing half-human, half-celestial through cascading delay while cathedral tubular bells toll slow through deep-space reverb. Lush Moog pads breathe under glassy arpeggios and a distant wooden flute as the medicine does its work: no name, no edge, no end, I am the one who was never an I, carried on smoke, carried on sound, losing the body, my soul unbound. The mushroom moon dissolves the mask, no future, no past, green smoke rising as the ego unwinds and she leaves her name a thousand times, because the deeper she dissolves, the higher she evolves. The chorus melts rather than lands, I am the shapeshifter, melting into everything, the divine creator remembering, letting go, letting go. Then the spoken bridge asks the question at the very center of it all: who was breathing before the breath? There is no birth, there is no death, only this, only this. Sacred medicine, carry me home, divinely guided, never alone. By the end, I becomes we. We are the shapeshifter. Melting into everything. Written by Pamela Arsena. Pamela's Mystical Musings on the Pamela Arsena label.