Steaming Coils
The Tarkington Table

Being born takes an enormous effort, you arrive not knowing how to speak, you're hungry, you soil yourself, your teeth grow, you have stomach aches, you have to be a child, in other words, it's a pain in the neck. Being born is a crazy thing. And then what do you do once you're here? What do we want to do once we're here, apart from feeding the lower astral with all the nonsense we produce with our minds?

There is another way to be heroes and legends, beyond identifications of will, power, competition, ego, and vanity, which mostly produce detachment, suffering, and killed deaths. The Steaming Coils, at least musically speaking, are in the other way, and the other way is to be conscious of the Unity that we are part of in this limited system that is the THIRD planet from RA (the Sun) and literally play "what is on Earth is in Heaven," which means Paradise is always everywhere if we have developed the Grace of God to soil ourselves, the environment, and the divine substrate as little as possible.

The Los Angeles group does not lack that compassion needed by ancient souls in manifesting on the stage of material existence, providing an esoteric product that can even minimally reach the many young souls (a euphemism for not saying those troglodyte reincarnated first-timers) for an acceleration of their evolution that distracts them as soon as possible from the small sins and big sins of carnal personalities who believe in free will and feel legitimized to do whatever they want as long as they satisfy their desires, causing unspeakable damage with their destructive follies.

And so, like fighting fire with fire, and so on, the Steaming Coils, with their package of vibroturgy, aim to remove the evil from within ourselves and, probably pathologically, mystify obscenities to transversely counteract the horde of true psychopaths who carelessly trample the divine earthly soil.

Like all soulful acquisitions, the descent into listening to the record is not exactly a walk in the park, but the climb to reach the top requires effort, sweat, and a sacrifice without monotheistic religious connotations.

And indeed, the combo present here expresses an astonishing pantheistic spectrum, tickling in us very distant memories of golden ages truly lived and giving us the certainty that they will return, and encouraging us to spread the musical Word to try to accelerate the evolution towards precious astral metals.

We live surrounded by overbearing influences, and despite enduring everything "they" do with their education, there is someone who is beyond, and there is no way for "them" to contain this baggage of consciousness, which is enormous when compared to theirs. But we have to be here with "them"... And when we arrive in a period like this, conflict is inevitable, but be careful in saying no to conflict.

This society is completely embalmed in this consumerism, in this benevolence, on this couch, in front of these televisions, with the fear of losing what it has, and it has a legitimizing inquisitorial benevolence that has been administered through all orifices. That's why things don't change. That's why "they" don't need to control and surveil, because the people simply don't even try.

We are such a flock, so guided, so powerless that it is incredible. Later, we might ask ourselves questions about aliens like, "but why don't they come to solve the situation?" while we should first see where we are instead of always waiting for someone else to clean up after us.

What are we doing for this planet? But really, guys. What are we doing during our days? We have 24 hours in a day, we sleep a little, but what are we really doing aside from saying nonsense or criticizing those who do things, and so on... What are we really doing, guys?

We had to be born, and I repeat, it's a crazy thing, and it takes a lifetime to start understanding a little bit if you're lucky, depending on where you're born, how you're born. So once we've come, we're here and we're grown-ups, what are we doing? How are we spending this time? What is our level of inquisition, how inquisited are we? How much are we sheep? How are we? Instead of always criticizing others, which we're very good at (myself the first of all), but how are we doing, huh?

The incredulity of an apparition like the freedom expressed by the Steaming Coils could "further ruin" things; heaven forbid our little heads might peek out of the cave.
Be careful with these vibrations.