Life out there, life everywhere.

It took me a year to make. And now it’s here. A music album about meditation, presence, wholeness, life beyond and life within.

Currently on Google Play. (It will be on other download stores over the next couple of days.
Season’s Greetings to all of you. Namaste.

Trevor.

Song heard in a dream

Since late last year I’ve been posting music to iTunes and Soundcloud under the pseudonym ‘Contact Worker’. It’s mainly musical expressions of esoteric experiences doing what’s called CE-5 (or close encounters of the fifth kind – human initiated contact with extra terrestrial intelligence).

I am particularly pleased with this latest track so I thought I’d share it here.

https://soundcloud.com/contact-worker/the-ancients-sang-in-my-dream

Huckabees

We are all fragments of god;
If there is such a thing
Everything’s sacred, has got
Some sacred in:
Bearded drunk man on The High –
Punches the air;
Shopping-drunk masses walk by;
He’s not even there.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter,
Dust settles dust in the end,
All of this crazy and beautiful life is the universe dreaming again.

All drunk, and all of us parts –
One greater whole.
Sacred, profane with this dust,
Takes any role.
This is the sweet comedy –
We’re living in.
Lost in our own tragedies –
Missing the thing.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter,
Dust settles dust in the end,
All of this crazy and beautiful life is the universe dreaming again.

Life’s to be used and enjoyed,
That’s all it is.
Journey, or tool and a toy,
Hardship and bliss.
Won’t let today slip away,
Run past my mind,
Presence is all; if I stay –
Magic I find.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter,
Dust settles dust in the end,
All of this crazy and beautiful life is the universe dreaming again.

Living a series of moments-
Ordinary things.
Thousands of holy presents,
This stillness brings.
Figments and fragments of sacred –
Fall through the air.
Settling dust on a bed –
Freedom from care.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter,
Dust settles dust in the end,
All of this crazy and beautiful life is the universe dreaming again.

Hellfire nor Brimstone (Hicktown)

Don’t need hellfire, nor brimstone, today
Giving it back – so take it away
Did me no good, and wasn’t much use
So here you go. Thanks anyway.

Don’t need small-town opinions right now
It’s amazing what fear can allow
Did me no good, these forms of abuse
So take ‘em back any old how.

Is it any surprise I grew up
Looking sickly and feeling frakked up
Took me this long to work out the truth –
That it’s your fears that I’m giving up

Turn the stones and draw fish in the sand
This goes out to the woman or man
Who grew up in hick town – any millstone or noose
Moving on now as best as they can.

All that hellfire and brimstone was theirs
It’s much better just left in their cares
Did you no good – and it wasn’t much use
So returning it simply sounds fair.

Don’t need hellfire, nor brimstone, today
Giving it back – so take it away
Did me no good, and wasn’t much use
So here you go. Thanks anyway.

If You See the Buddha on the Road

If you see the Buddha on the road, you must kill him,
If you see the Buddha on the road, you must kill him,
He’s no guide, he’s no god; even blind, he’s no guide dog,
You must kill him.

If you see the Buddha on the road, keep looking,
If you see the Buddha on the road, keep looking,
If it’s him you want to see, you’ll be looking constanty,
Keep looking.

If you see the Buddha on the road, keep walking,
If you see the Buddha on the road, keep walking,
Walk enough, he’ll fall behind, but will that give you peace of mind?
Keep walking.

If you see the Buddha on the road, unlucky,
If you see the Buddha on the road, unlucky,
Means you’ve got more miles to go; yards of fast and years of slow,
Unlucky, man.

(This is a song based on the title of a book ‘If You Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him! The Pilgrimage of Psychotherapy Patients’, the soto zen tradition of speaking in riddles, and the great North American slide guitar tradition.)