there is in all things an ebb and a flow, a constriction of energy into condensed form, an expansion of solidity into the ethereal and mutable.
my life has recently taken this path of change, reflecting the timeless wisdom of the organic.
the plants have begun speaking to me, the earth has begun speaking to me, the particular flight pattern of a pair of birds a potent divination,
the liquid oscillation of waves crashing upon the shore a wisdom tradition. everything around us is alive, vibrant, and resonating at an audible frequency if we only stop and listen. i am listening now, and everything in my life has changed. my identity as “bluetech” holds no validity here, and all of those previous associations are dissolving: artist, performer, traveller, hipster, recording artist, label owner. all of these beliefs about who i am are my ego’s attempt at transcendence above unity with the natural world. i don’t want to be just “bluetech” anymore.
i want to be a tree singer, one who sings songs in the key of sap rising up the fractaline trunk of ancient elders
i want to be a plant whisperer, letting my quiet breaths massage seedlings into glorious germination
i want to be a dreamer, dreaming the Big Dream of earth and sky
i want to be a force of power in my generation, a call from the living world to wake up to our true place as earth keepers
i want to heed the summons of Spirit to abandon the tyranny of a mechanistic universe and embrace the gnosis of all living things
i want to reflect the power of the sun in worship of life, as does each and every flower that unfolds to share its beauty
i want to be a wild man in a civilized world, shaking my wooden staff in the face of every life destroying corporate entity
i want to be a pure vessel, a living avatar of pregnant silences, an earth mystic always dancing to the songs of stones
i have heard a call from outside of time, first in dreams, then singing in every sound, color, and light of the natural world. it speaks to me of re-
newal, of union with the divine inherent in all things, of a return to the source of life, of all the mother’s lost children come home to be fed sweet nectar of rememberance of our place in the created world, of our roles as gardeners of myth, and keepers of the flame of consciousness for a profound purpose, not only for our own selfishness, but to keep the oldest story alive.
my reason for creating music is to get the message out: we are what we have been waiting for, heaven is not waiting for us at the end, the kingdom is “at hand”, we either create a beautiful world or we create a hell. if you feel me, if you hear me, if you enjoy this music and feel like supporting me, donations are deeply appreciated.
plant a seed, at least one. tend it, love it, help it grow.
supported by 355 fans who also own “Call Of The Wild EP”
Massive record which I find to be Ott's most elaborate piece of work. Each track features a minutely laid out progression which climaxes in ways that you never imagined could exist, and yet make so much sense you can't help but feel it wasn't meant to be otherwise. deqyra