god incarnate music experience presents
field recordings of god
god incarnate music experience presents
field recordings of god
the ten portals of
the tower of the one song
The path through the TEN PORTALS and to the TOWER OF THE ONE SONG requires the initiate to enact the journey of the AMNESIAC GOD. Ascension through the portals must be continuous.
Proceed immediately.
Please turn on ULTRA-SYMPHONIC PINK BEAM TRANSMISSION DEVICE and insert SPIRAL VORTEX PHONOGRAPHIC GROOVE.
You will forget yourself; you will become a WHIRLING SONG.
the ten portals of
the tower of the one song
The path through the TEN PORTALS and to the TOWER OF THE ONE SONG requires the initiate to enact the journey of the AMNESIAC GOD. Ascension through the portals must be continuous.
Proceed immediately.
Please turn on ULTRA-SYMPHONIC PINK BEAM TRANSMISSION DEVICE and insert SPIRAL VORTEX PHONOGRAPHIC GROOVE.
You will forget yourself; you will become a WHIRLING SONG.
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Internal Memo
November 12, 2002
Narcissus Self, Special Agent
Field Report – Case ID: KL58739XVI
The Tower of the One Song recordings are shrouded in mystery. Many believe them to be the creation of sonic archaeologist Nicholas Swinburne, who achieved notoriety two years ago when he claimed to have discovered the fabled tower on an uncharted island in the south Pacific. Swinburne’s claims to have translated the One Song from the ten clay discs that he found in the ruined tower met with ridicule upon his return.
The translations depict the ascent of a nameless hero through ten portals to the Tower and direct unity with the so-called “One Song” through which the universe was sung into being. Swinburne attempted to reenact the journey through a transmission device connected to the discs, or “Grooves.” The fact that only a pile of dust remained where Swinburne’s body should have been found led to speculation that he was electrocuted while attempting to use the device to reach the tower.
-
I arrived at the house on assignment. My instructions were clear: to get to the bottom of what had happened to Swinburne, and to send my reports to a post office box listed at the bottom of my contract. Beyond that, I knew little – only the name of my employer, an organization called GimeTronics.
The door opened, and I was left within the enclosed world of the late sonic archeologist. Enclosing the room were shelves crammed with notebooks, meticulously dated, beginning in 1986.
An old cassette tape lay atop one of the shelves. I looked at the label. On one side he’d written, “Something happened to me once . . . I,” with no completion of the thought. The other side read, “Remember. Something happened to me once, I.” And in little letters far in a corner of the label, the date 12/86.
I feared that I shouldn’t, but having seen an old portable stereo on one of the shelves, I put in the tape and pushed Play. Immediately the sound of infinite bells filled the roam, a floating beautiful sound that encompassed me in a wave of sorrow and incredible longing. The music went on, always repeating but always changing, as the night grew darker – and I drifted off to the first of the dreams.
-
The words, as I looked at them, said one message over and over . . .
And there was a girl. Somehow the music was about her, or was her.
“You must remember for him. You must remember for them, as well.”
-
As the only survivor of the lost Sophia, I bring our discovery into the world only with the utmost hesitation. I have but one hope: that somehow the presentation of the secrets we unearthed will enable someone to discover the key behind these riddles that apparently destroyed not only the civilization we discovered, but the members of my crew, as well.
Only I remain to tell our story to the world: the story of the Tower of the One Song and the field recordings of a being that can only be called, according to the hieroglyphic writings we discovered, God.
Within the ruins we discovered strange clay pots that preserved not in musical notation, but in a Secret Alphabet encoded in Spiral Vortex Phonographic Grooves, their deity’s One Song. As we translated the Grooves, we learned the tragic story of how their attempts to reproduce the music awakened an unspeakable force from the depths of the Tower.
-
My Sweet Girl,
So much has happened since I last wrote. Though we made it off the island without incident, our return journey ended in disaster. Somewhere in the Spiral Archipelago, a vast whirlpool pulled the Sophia down to the depths, and the members of my team with it.
Something still haunts me – an accident of the wind, perhaps, in which the waters whirling around us formed the sound of a song, a beautiful voice singing from the center of the maelstrom. Even now, far from those waters, I can hear the sound of that sweet song, whirling around me.
How I long to see you and tell you of what I saw, and of the strange dreams that have plagued me since. Though it has been ages since I held you in my arms, we shall never be parted – no matter the distance in time or space that separates us.
Nevertheless, my heart longs for the hour in which I will see you again, my only, my love.
Ever yours,
Nicholas
Swinburne’s recordings from the Sixth Groove are missing.
-
My Sweet Girl,
I have begun to translate the Grooves. Their beauty is beyond measure. The music, even as I speak, exists and whirls around me. It flows through me. I am but a channel.
The Universe sings its Song in a thousand layers in every moment we experience. There is only One Song. It is all the songs. And within every song, there is the One Song. They are the songs that have existed since before the foundation of the world, waiting to be discovered. But the foundation of the world and its end are right now, as we speak.
There is just one Word that the Universe says, again and again, and that is Love. Let them who have ears, hear. And let you hear it, most of all, for each note sings Your Name. To that music, I shall always be true.
Ever yours,
Nicholas
-
December 11, 2002
I have been reading Swinburne’s writings for days. His notebooks depict his descent into madness as he decoded the Grooves to identify Ten Portals that he believed provided entrance to the archetypal Tower – of which the earthly ruin was but a copy.
His translations tell the story of the One Song that sang the world into being. Embodied as a goddess, the Song’s beauty inspires the lord of the Tower to give up all that he has, even the memory of himself, to be with her in the world of her music. Tragically, he plunges himself into the world only to lose his way, doomed to roam to and fro from age to age, portal to portal, haunted by the memory of something lost – and a voice like a Song.
Swinburne’s obsession with the myth escalated with the delusional search for his lost love, the so-called “Sweet Girl” whose existence is questioned by most former Swinburne associates. I am convinced that he believed he had found a way to use the device to go through the Portals to the Tower of the One Song forever.
Whether he found it or the Girl will never be known . . . barring exact replication of the process.
Swinburne’s recordings from the Eighth Groove are missing.
-
December 12, 2001
The world around me is changing. The music whirls around me as before; only now others hear it, too.
They meet my gaze with recognition, knowing that we both hear the Song. But even amidst these moments there lurks an oncoming darkness, a shadowy force that seeks to rule over us, silencing the Song forever and shackling us within the grips of Time.It is this Black Iron Prison that I must defeat. If I make it through that last doorway to the Tower, all things will awaken to the reality of the Song.
I stand before the Whirlwind, knowing I must enter it.
Worlds whirl around me, in the Whirlwind, and multitudes of voices cry to me from each one.
Even now the Song sings to me, beckoning me with its sweet and sorrowful cry.
There is only One Word that the Song sings, over and over, and that is Love.
I will enter the Whirlwind, and remember no more.
I will forget myself.
I will become a Whirling Song.
the ten portals of
the tower of the one song
The path through the TEN PORTALS and to the TOWER OF THE ONE SONG requires the initiate to enact the journey of the AMNESIAC GOD. Ascension through the portals must be continuous.
Proceed immediately.
Please turn on ULTRA-SYMPHONIC PINK BEAM TRANSMISSION DEVICE and insert SPIRAL VORTEX PHONOGRAPHIC GROOVE.
You will forget yourself; you will become a WHIRLING SONG.
-
Internal Memo
November 12, 2002
Narcissus Self, Special Agent
Field Report – Case ID: KL58739XVI
The Tower of the One Song recordings are shrouded in mystery. Many believe them to be the creation of sonic archaeologist Nicholas Swinburne, who achieved notoriety two years ago when he claimed to have discovered the fabled tower on an uncharted island in the south Pacific. Swinburne’s claims to have translated the One Song from the ten clay discs that he found in the ruined tower met with ridicule upon his return.
The translations depict the ascent of a nameless hero through ten portals to the Tower and direct unity with the so-called “One Song” through which the universe was sung into being. Swinburne attempted to reenact the journey through a transmission device connected to the discs, or “Grooves.” The fact that only a pile of dust remained where Swinburne’s body should have been found led to speculation that he was electrocuted while attempting to use the device to reach the tower.
-
The words, as I looked at them, said one message over and over . . .
And there was a girl. Somehow the music was about her, or was her.
“You must remember for him. You must remember for them, as well.”
-
As the only survivor of the lost Sophia, I bring our discovery into the world only with the utmost hesitation. I have but one hope: that somehow the presentation of the secrets we unearthed will enable someone to discover the key behind these riddles that apparently destroyed not only the civilization we discovered, but the members of my crew, as well.
Only I remain to tell our story to the world: the story of the Tower of the One Song and the field recordings of a being that can only be called, according to the hieroglyphic writings we discovered, God.
Within the ruins we discovered strange clay pots that preserved not in musical notation, but in a Secret Alphabet encoded in Spiral Vortex Phonographic Grooves, their deity’s One Song. As we translated the Grooves, we learned the tragic story of how their attempts to reproduce the music awakened an unspeakable force from the depths of the Tower.
-
My Sweet Girl,
I have begun to translate the Grooves. Their beauty is beyond measure. The music, even as I speak, exists and whirls around me. It flows through me. I am but a channel.
The Universe sings its Song in a thousand layers in every moment we experience. There is only One Song. It is all the songs. And within every song, there is the One Song. They are the songs that have existed since before the foundation of the world, waiting to be discovered. But the foundation of the world and its end are right now, as we speak.
There is just one Word that the Universe says, again and again, and that is Love. Let them who have ears, hear. And let you hear it, most of all, for each note sings Your Name. To that music, I shall always be true.
Ever yours,
Nicholas
-
I arrived at the house on assignment. My instructions were clear: to get to the bottom of what had happened to Swinburne, and to send my reports to a post office box listed at the bottom of my contract. Beyond that, I knew little – only the name of my employer, an organization called GimeTronics.
The door opened, and I was left within the enclosed world of the late sonic archeologist. Enclosing the room were shelves crammed with notebooks, meticulously dated, beginning in 1986.
An old cassette tape lay atop one of the shelves. I looked at the label. On one side he’d written, “Something happened to me once . . . I,” with no completion of the thought. The other side read, “Remember. Something happened to me once, I.” And in little letters far in a corner of the label, the date 12/86.
I feared that I shouldn’t, but having seen an old portable stereo on one of the shelves, I put in the tape and pushed Play. Immediately the sound of infinite bells filled the roam, a floating beautiful sound that encompassed me in a wave of sorrow and incredible longing. The music went on, always repeating but always changing, as the night grew darker – and I drifted off to the first of the dreams.
-
My Sweet Girl,
So much has happened since I last wrote. Though we made it off the island without incident, our return journey ended in disaster. Somewhere in the Spiral Archipelago, a vast whirlpool pulled the Sophia down to the depths, and the members of my team with it.
Something still haunts me – an accident of the wind, perhaps, in which the waters whirling around us formed the sound of a song, a beautiful voice singing from the center of the maelstrom. Even now, far from those waters, I can hear the sound of that sweet song, whirling around me.
How I long to see you and tell you of what I saw, and of the strange dreams that have plagued me since. Though it has been ages since I held you in my arms, we shall never be parted – no matter the distance in time or space that separates us.
Nevertheless, my heart longs for the hour in which I will see you again, my only, my love.
Ever yours,
Nicholas
Swinburne’s recordings from the Sixth Groove are missing.
-
December 11, 2002
I have been reading Swinburne’s writings for days. His notebooks depict his descent into madness as he decoded the Grooves to identify Ten Portals that he believed provided entrance to the archetypal Tower – of which the earthly ruin was but a copy.
His translations tell the story of the One Song that sang the world into being. Embodied as a goddess, the Song’s beauty inspires the lord of the Tower to give up all that he has, even the memory of himself, to be with her in the world of her music. Tragically, he plunges himself into the world only to lose his way, doomed to roam to and fro from age to age, portal to portal, haunted by the memory of something lost – and a voice like a Song.
Swinburne’s obsession with the myth escalated with the delusional search for his lost love, the so-called “Sweet Girl” whose existence is questioned by most former Swinburne associates. I am convinced that he believed he had found a way to use the device to go through the Portals to the Tower of the One Song forever.
Swinburne’s recordings from the Eighth Groove are missing.
Whether he found it or the Girl will never be known . . . barring exact replication of the process.
-
December 12, 2001
The world around me is changing. The music whirls around me as before; only now others hear it, too.
They meet my gaze with recognition, knowing that we both hear the Song. But even amidst these moments there lurks an oncoming darkness, a shadowy force that seeks to rule over us, silencing the Song forever and shackling us within the grips of Time.It is this Black Iron Prison that I must defeat. If I make it through that last doorway to the Tower, all things will awaken to the reality of the Song.
I stand before the Whirlwind, knowing I must enter it.
Worlds whirl around me, in the Whirlwind, and multitudes of voices cry to me from each one.
Even now the Song sings to me, beckoning me with its sweet and sorrowful cry.
There is only One Word that the Song sings, over and over, and that is Love.
I will enter the Whirlwind, and remember no more.
I will forget myself.
I will become a Whirling Song.
Internal Memo
November 12, 2002
Narcissus Self, Special Agent
Field Report – Case ID: KL58739XVI
Background
The Tower of the One Song recordings are shrouded in mystery. Many believe them to be the creation of sonic archeologist Nicholas Swinburne, who achieved notoriety two years ago when he claimed to have discovered the fabled tower on an uncharted island in the south Pacific. Swinburne’s claims to have translated the One Song from the ten clay discs that he found in the ruined tower met with ridicule upon his return.
The translations depict the ascent of a nameless hero through ten portals to the Tower and direct unity with the so-called “One Song” through which the universe was sung into being. Swinburne attempted to reenact the journey through a transmission device connected to the discs, or “Grooves.” The fact that only a pile of dust remained where Swinburne’s body should have been found led to speculation that he was electrocuted while attempting to use the device to reach the tower.
Agent Status: Missing
