In plain sight, dangling o’er the mistletoe, an unassuming Nisse guards against misfortune. The scene abounds with lights, wreaths, poinsettias, reindeer and more, inside and outside the halls decked galore. Green, red, white abound dominating the color spectrum, signaling the season where change, hibernation, and reflection coincide. Curiously, we may see a reddish mushroom adorned with whitish dots, a shamanic symbol and catalyst of the shadow’s season greetings. All of this and more surround the central figures, jolly ole Saint Nick and his Christmas fir tree. These symbols coalesce, swirling in the mind’s eye where the unconscious waters roar to bring the season of death and renewal with all its offspring to the soul’s receding shore.
It may come as a surprise, that in this exploration lies a thrilling examination of who we are and where we came from. While these answers may be altogether unknowable, the path is there - not to it, but towards it, and on that path the greater truth is to be gleaned - that of your own being.
This year in RGMS like the dawning winter now, is and has been sparse. Yet, let not the reign of quantity fool you, nor linearity deceive - it is the depths we hope to dive into. This year saw the realization of a slow gradual transformation - an album from a prior winter solstice alchemized into a ritual performance. Under the banner of the new series co-founded by RGMS dubbed Altered States, the album RGMS-006 Morning Bells was transfigured to unfold within an inspired trance induction ceremony. Furthermore, the release of podcast number 4, ‘Music as the Dialectical Synthesis’ wrapped up an intellectual conquest of RGMS’ voyage into the metaphysical landscape. From there, intuitive implementations now percolate, waiting for when the moment is ripe. Pure tones and sine waves cleansed the air of the collective’s path and with the release of MOSS Vol. II the true north of RGMS revealed itself evermore. And with that new direction, questions crackle amidst the yuletide fires. Answers elusive as the flame, but bright as the great star in the sky are there but lay dormant in the winter of their existence. Albums do sit on the shelf, but no justice would be done to them without the direction of the path fully formed. In its emergence we place our faith, one not without reason, but a knowing. Just as one knows the spring will return, but perseveres through the hardships of winter’s throne, yet does so with some unbounded conviction - for as the saying goes “we are twice armed if we fight with faith”
MUSIC RELEASES
[RGMS-012] MOSS Vol. II (0,0)
PODCASTS
EP#4 - Music as the Dialectical Synthesis
LIVE SESSIONS
Altered States: RGMS-006 Morning Bells
