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Turning our thrid mind sonic journey into another direction, with Knowing Blackholes, which is a psycho-magickal exploration building bridges from the world of tones to the world of other arts.

A collaborative feedback circle between the participants and a multi-art cut-up reality.

Music for Thee Supreme Witches & Godeater was created as a soundtrack by Agitation Phi from Sep. 13 to 23 around poetry written by Thee Uncondemning Monk, which was inspired by a series of ink drawings by Astarte 23 during that time.

Towers Of Kalish Ka Ba Agitation Phi Electronica With Thee Uncondemning Monk Guitar Fused And Slumped 14.08.16 5.08 AM And 23.09.16 12.46 AM And 1.23 AM And 5.50 AM
- Pictures Mix is an exclusive remix for the Bandcamp version of this release feat. Gysin/Burroughs cutup & Poetry by Thee UM - Knowing Blackholes

Poetry written and read by Thee Uncondemning Monk entitled: And Our Gods, Son Of Man Lifted High, Knowing Blackholes.
Electric instruments by Agitation Phi & Thee Uncondemning Monk (Towers Of Kali Ka Ba)
Additional voice/cuts sampled from William S. Burroughs, Delia Derbyshire & Barry Bermange.
Artwork from Astarte 23

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released September 25, 2016

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Agitation Φ Wolfsberg, Austria

In some far off place
Many light years in space
I’ll wait for you.
Where human feet have never trod,
Where human eyes have never seen.
I'll build a world of abstract dreams
And wait for you.

(If you're not an asshole)

Involved in creating psycho-magickal sound-creatures in an ongoing ritual and cut-up reality, in collaboration with third mind agents of thee underground.
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Track Name: Thee Supreme Witches
Son of Man lifted High, becoming one with the most Divine
We bring you down with words you do again arise
Upon the alter of flesh in time
And time again, your brought down to sacrifice
At the behest, that we too become
In the oneness of God, your sons
Forgiven of Sin by this Flesh we ingest
Priests thee Supreme witches –

men of ink & cloth, flesh of spirits unrest

And our Gods, great and mighty

Thrown from the Heaven 

That Sea above

Dashed upon boulders – of rumors of misery

On the shore, their bloody authority, lost remains

Unable to be identified, Unable to be Named

Seeping into the sandy shore

A murmur for evermore
Tales of once great Words

With crowns the envy of kings

Purer than gold

Heavier than Disease

Vanish in-ruin, traces lost

Not a one can command

The empty-fullness of ‘at all costs’
authority evermore,
like the raven gone mad

pecks at what might have been an eye or a hand

Children play

Upon these bloodied shores

Splashing in the waves – blacken foot prints

Our Sea absorbs
Awaiting nothing, not Gods

Nor that that might with a word

Supplant stick and seed

Cast over lands of shadow

Where sight reels and reams

A touch of light over

Expanses ever wide, out of that deep

Never merely coming, a clear word from that tide

Eternity tossed into the sea of wishing crimes

It broke apart into innumerable pieces
Sharding lines fracturing and fracturing again
Seeking refuge, a friendly enemy suffices
Trust evaporated in precarious dissolution

A great cry for boundaries broke the fluid order
Jagged traps them in place, yet they scurry and run
With nowhere to go
Nowhere to flee to or from
As each nation becomes a trap of walls, they tunnel
Seeking refuge underground and a wide open space
They hide from the sun and fortify themselves
In a darkened paradise where fire is the light and flame
Tribes of fame, collapsed with friends
Tired they keep marching this circular globe
Which only a butterfly wholly home
As the air becomes poison
All that is life and free is underground
That safety was shatter by walls that keep us in
With only freedom on the other side, that is what is kept out.
Track Name: God Eater
Son of Man lifted High, becoming one with the most Divine
We bring you down with words you do again arise
Upon the alter of flesh in time
And time again, your brought down to sacrifice
At the behest, that we too become
In the oneness of God, your sons
Forgiven of Sin by this Flesh we ingest
Priests thee Supreme witches –

men of ink & cloth, flesh of spirits unrest

There is a god - There must be a god - One has to believe...