Episode 10: Martian Time Slip

  • Genre: Psychedelic Space Techno

  • Released: Lughnasadh Cross Quarter 2018

  • Runtime: 3:27

Mars is in opposition; Mars is in retrograde.  Mars is only 35 million miles away today.  Mars has an ocean on its south pole

Mars is the next logical step in our expansion into space.  But for some, it wasn't so much that they were going there--it was that they were going back.  


  • Daniel Avery: Fever Dream (Inga Mauer Remix)

  • Berg: Monks

  • Astrix: Deep Jungle Walk

  • Ranji: Power of Acid (Pop Art Remix)

  • Omiki, Planet 6, Ankit Sharda: Krishna

  • 1200 Micrograms: E=Mc2

  • Ajja: Bebopper

  • Undercover: Balikali

Episode 9: Exodus Gaia

For generation they had ignored Gaia’s warnings until, finally, it was too late.  Gaia’s resistance to their continued dominance was unavoidable.  This time the world would end in fire, just as Revelations had promised, the planet would go fallow for several millennia, then the biosphere would start again.  This time, without them. 


Into space they fled.  The playthings of technocrats became property of the masses by the points of guns.  All systems were go.

They were the generation of exodus. 


  • Holly Herdon: Breathe

  • Bicep: Drift

  • Third Eye Drops: Mind Meld 104 | The Beauty of a Billion Failures with Dr. Dennis McKenna and Dr. Bruce Damer

  • Simian Mobile Disco: Caught in a Wave

  • Gabriel & Dresden ft. Jan Burton: Underwater (Tinlicker Remix)

  • Porangui: Sachamama (Kaminanda Remix)

  • Deya Dova: Hyperglide--Sky is on Fire (Juno Reactor Remix)

  • Hilight Tribe: Shankara

  • Enigma: Gravity of Love (Judgement Day Remix)

  • Highlight Tribe: Free Tibet (Vini Vici Remix)

Episode 7: Transmigration

"The rain is pouring down like all the souls you sent here coming to this earth to find healing.
Mother earth takes in the rain like your heart takes my voice.  Let us free each other with our prayers, with our voice
And I'm coming home and I'm coming...Ong namo guru dev namo.  Ong namo guru dev namo." --Snatam Kaur

Transmigrate:  verb  (of the soul) to pass into a different body after death.

Novena Prayer to the Immaculate Heart of Mary

O Most Blessed Mother, heart of love, heart of mercy, ever listening, caring, consoling, hear our prayer. As your children, we implore your intercession with Jesus your Son. Receive with understanding and compassion the petitions we place before you today, especially to bring health, healing, and peace to the one I most loved; to lead me to a life of humility, love, and service. 

We are comforted in knowing your heart is ever open to those who ask for your prayer. We trust to your gentle care and intercession, those whom we love and who are sick or lonely or hurting. Help all of us, Holy Mother, to bear our burdens in this life until we may share eternal life and peace with God forever. Amen.


  • Far Away Visitors--The Shipibo Shamans

  • This is the Water--Twin Peaks, The Return, Episode 8

  • Pagan Dream Machine (Vibrasphere Remix)--Entheongenic

  • Sufi--Kalya Scintilla

  • Osiris--Inkyz

  • Paradox Tickle--Nominus

  • Crystal Child ft. Ganavya--Zebbler Encanti Experience

  • Luna Vino--Kaminanda

  • Bone Dance (Dancing Tiger Remix)--Deya Dova

  • Systemagic (Ralphi Roasrio Lunar Eclipse Mix)--Goldfrapp

  • Organza (Transparent Dub)--Cio D'or

  • Ong Namo (Bryan Kearney's Live Intro Mix)--Bryan Kearney & Snatam Kaur



Episode 6: Liminal

And now begins the Imbolc cross-quarter, the liminal state between Winter and Spring.  Throughout the forests a network of interconnected roots send signals to wake up.  Dormant seeds twitch with early signs of life.  In the high desert, the Western Junipers' needles become sticky with resin.  Berries will be here soon.

We have made it through the winter; all the dormant spheres of nature are waking.  Winter is not over, but its reign is wainning. 

"When you look at your body, when you look at the world, it seems you are engaged with everything. That you have no time for God. But, every night, he dissolves your body into a subconscious sphere and makes you realize you are not a man, not a woman, but a piece of consciousness. A reflection of his consciousness sleeping in space, in joy. " --Paramahansa Yogananda

Liminal means to hold the space between two boundaries, to sit exactly on the threshold.

We are at all moments in the present, between the thresholds of the past and future.  We have one foot on the Earth and the other in the heavens.  We are a liminal species, always betwixt and between.

This music represents that idea.  


  • Amed by Nils Petter Molvaer

  • The End of Dukkha by Matthew Halsall

  • Lonely Boy by The Avener

  • Final Eclipse by The Comet is Coming

  • Do the Astral Plane by Flying Lotus

  • Sequoia Tree Source Recording by Deya Dova

  • Ihs by Alice Coltrane

  • Accelerating Self-Healing, Pt. 2 (With Subliminal Affirmations) by Steven Halpern

  • 5 Steps (Hidden Orchestra Remix) by Clarinet Factory

  • Alfilia Mi by Magnus Ostrom

  • Outro by WDL

  • The First Fire by If These Trees Could Talk

  • Also includes samples from Paramahansa Yogananda, Dean Radin (via Third Eye Drops, Episode 91), and Missy Elliot

Episode 5: "Reverie"

This mix exists because I needed beauty in a time of darkness.  A year ago today I entered what some might call a “dark night of the soul.”  It was a period I barely survived and from which I am still recovering. 

But there were two elements in my life that I turned to every day to bring something beauty into my world:  time with my dog and music.

I had only one aspiration for this mix:  to make something beautiful.

This solstice I feel my dark night of the soul finally ending, and like all periods of pain and loss I have learned much about myself and what I will allow from others.  I haven’t turned the corner completely but I feel the light breaking; I feel the sun returning. 

May this music bring beauty to your lives as you celebrate the longest night of the year with the warmth of friends and family and the blessing of the eternal force from which we all arise.


  • Reverie by Claude Debussy

  • Room 29 by Jarvis Cocker

  • Ebenalp by Elica

  • The Bard--Symphonic Poem, Op. 64 by Sibelius

  • Wait for Me by Luca D'Alberto

  • Nue by Nils Frahm

  • Immunity by Jon Hopkins

  • Varoeldur by Sigur Ros

  • Apnee by Kanding Ray

  • Wake up Wake Up by Lullaton

  • Symmetry by Max Cooper, Tom Hodge

  • Ground Hover by Specta Ciera

  • Evil Architecture by 1 Mile North

  • The Plain of Dover by Celidh

Episode 3: Walking in the Bardo

That Spring I cleared all the overgrowth and debris from the garden.  The poppies bloomed at the same time and were not bothered by the rain.  It seemed that life had found a rhythm, a normalcy. 

I am sitting on the floor waiting to blast off.  My destination is what my new friends call “the spaceship.”  This is DMT, transcendence in a hot flash, five minutes into that other place and ten minutes for the journey back.

I barely know these people.  I just met them a few weeks ago when an improbable mutual friend introduced us.  This is only the second time we have hung out, but now they are about to chaperone my husband and I through our first and only DMT experience.

Before it was the subject of documentaries and discussed openly on podcasts and Reddit, DMT was the stuff of legend: an entheogen talked about in hushed circle, a badge of psychedelic honor for all who had tried it and came back to tell the tale.   I believe you should try everything in life at least twice (since the first time is mostly nerves and uncertainty).  Our new friends have only enough DMT left for my partner and I to go one time, so the pressure is on to do this right.

I hit the pipe; the DMT is harsh and hard to hold down even for a seasoned cigarette smoker like me.   I get the hit down; my lungs are aching; the corners of the room begin to move like they are stuck in glue and I am pulling them toward me.  I have not taken enough.  I hit again, hold the smoke as long as I can, then collapse back onto the floor as the material realm collapses. 

There is the sound of space/time being ripped open as I am shot through a tunnel of light to a place that is utterly foreign yet instantly familiar.  It is a multidimensional realm of visual information and light.  Before me is the jeweled-fractal veil that cross this space like an ER curtain.  Many get lost here, caught in the trans-dimensional shimmering of informational objects, but I push through which requires the shredding of my corporeal body.  Giant gears and lasers surround me and shred my body, then I am free to pass through.

Bringing back stories from this realm, from what I saw there, from the information that was downloaded to me, is a pointless endeavor.  What I experienced there was intensely personal, unwinding like strands of DNA deep into my familial history, beyond the confines of language.

A few fragments from my journals of this time:  A wolf the size of dragons, astral bodies of other travelers, the flash of a yellow figure in the room, my grandmother in the river of Gethsemane, cherub beings--one who pushes a shimmering multidimensional triangle of light into my chest before it goes, a fractal veil like a peacock tail, fractal realities cascading and colliding offering infinite variety and variation, calm/purpose, illusion, time does not exist, actual living Gods, love connects all beings in all realms of creation.

In Buddhism the Bardo is the realm that the dead enter after death—the same as purgatory to some Christians.  It’s a waiting room where all that we lived is revealed and where Karma takes us to our next incarnation.  In Buddhism, we remain in this place for 49 days.  The enlightened, during the time, are able to learn great lessons so that they might have a more generous rebirth:  49 days the length of time between death and rebirth; 49 days the point in an embryo’s development where Buddhist believe we gain a soul; 49 days when sex is determined in embryonic development; 49 days when the pineal gland develops in the embryo’s brain. 

Descartes hypothesized that the pineal gland is the “seat of the soul.”  Modern science has discovered that DMT is produced by the pineal gland in the human brain.  It is theorized that this substance is the root of both dreams and near death experiences.  The pineal gland resembles an eye, and it located at the exact point of the “third eye” chakra—the point where many believe we access cosmic consciousness.

Another theory:  When we die, the pineal gland releases all of the DMT that it has stockpiled.  Death, literally, is a massive DMT trip.  DMT might very well be the chemical gateway of the soul into/out of the body.

By smoking DMT, we approximate a near death experience, we walk on the other side of the veil for a few moments and then return to live out the rest of our incarnation—to love, to lose, to win, to die.  Within an hour, our bodies metabolize the entheogen and there is no trace of the it left in our bodies. 

Madness is to know what waits on the other side.

Each of us will walk in the Bardo, see the light which permeates all things.  What we learn there and where we go next depends upon what we make of this lifetime, this incarnation.  Our destinations are not all the same.

For weeks afterwords I walk through the world homesick.  My house does not feel like my home.  My friends seem like strangers to me.  I am alien, out of touch with all that made me my self.  Is this how madness feels?

There was a playlist of music on my computer that I had worked on for three years.  I knew it was important but it would never come together.  I compulsively added and subtracted from it, mixed it, threw away every previous draft.  Then, one night after DMT, I sat down at my computer and added the Ravi Shankar track that had been playing during my trip.  I instantly went to my hard drive and grabbed a few other tracks that had been right in front of me the whole time.  I set up my mixer and recorded “Walking in the Bardo” in one take.  It was an out of body experience—an experience with art that I have rarely known before or since. 

Even now when I listen to this mix, it feels like another hand made it.  If I die and you are left to put together my funeral, please play this and skip the preaching. 

Transcendence comes at a cost.  Not all who travel in these realms can come back to the material world and find their way.

Six years later the yard, the house, my husband, my profession, and my wealth would all be taken from me.  I will be starting over by trying to speak through broken glass. 

That spring all the poppies bloomed at the same time and were not bothered by the rains.  We went out seeking transcendence, but madness followed us home. 


  • Raga Kausi Kanhra by Ravi Shankar

  • Laida and Mikel looking for rhymes. (Basque, Laida Juanikorena Agirre, Mikel Azcona) by Alessandro Bosetti

  • Lunar Cement Sidewalk by Nurse With Wound

  • Mantra by Tool

  • Akan Drumming Pan by African Orchestra

  • Bizness by tUnE-yArDs

  • Tunnels by People of the North

  • Never been to Konono by aboombong

  • Death is not final by Shackleton

  • I Want To Go Home by James

  • Infra 5 by Max Richter