I hope that you are all safe during these oddly challenging times.
As a personal caregiver for my mom who is doing her best to manage Alzheimer’s disease at 78 years of age, I need to be tremendously careful to avoid infection.
My only exposure point is the grocery store, as everything else social is thankfully unnecessary. Hitting the stores first thing in the morning to minimize viral connections, care is exercised upon returning home, but you probably know the commonly novel drill.
On the positive front, reality is calling upon me to start streaming on Twitch at some point in the not-too-distant future.
Yet unsure when my first stream will be, I am immersed in absorbing everything I can about this complex subject prior to that release. I want to ensure that everything explodes out right from the beginning, and we all have a positive experience as a result.
I am enthusiastic, while also pacing a bit of worry, as I have always been a behind-the-scenes kind of man.
The stream is basically a psychedelically friendly hangout, probably mainly involving the “Just Chatting” channel type commonly found in the Twitchiverse.
Subjects will include responsible psychedelic use, healthier living in general in the name of establishing and improving balance, sharing the Rule of Reality (which is a hardcore scientific construct that equals a checkmate against greed and power addiction in general), and sharing the fruits of my main calling in life in the area of music.
For the uninitiated, I am most likely (i.e. no evidence prevents me from being) the father of spacemixing — a remastering technique that includes ample creativity to intricately shape the spatial sensation of the mix — a technique that allows for modernizing old recordings, creating very trippy effects, creating fresh takes on current releases, and overall more powerfully grabbing your brain by the ears.
During these days of boxing ourselves in, it is nicely fitting that a technique facilitating your sensation of pleasurable spatial expansion is on the rise.
Hang in there.
Tough times do not last, but tough people do. And no, I will not include that any example of tough times indeed never lasts in the wavy energy of reality, but waves of tough times never ends. Laughter is the only medicine here.
I am an honest freak (or reasonably responsibly balanced "misfit", if you prefer) of an artist working and resting to best carefully contribute towards helping society. Too many people abuse reasoning (e.g. 'partial truth = whole truth' scam), while I exercise reason to explore and express whole truth without any conflict-of-interest -- all within a sometimes offbeat style of psychedelic artistry.
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