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Tears of God

by A Flying Fish

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I. Memories & Lessons 15:34 “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” What happens to consciousness when dying? Can we see through the veil of time? My obsession with number Four. Symbols? Patterns? Unusual connections. Am I wired wrong? An owl sings in the dark of night. For some traditions it is a bad omen, but it captivates me; my father used to draw little owls. “I like lotions that smell blue.” “Keep your shoes clean.” “I did this little experiment with colors.” “I’ll make a painting over this canvas: minimalism, and geometrical figures.” "My favorite dreams are when I can fly ... I run and jump into the sky ..." “Look: the cracks in the floor are breaths from the house, small leaks that release the accumulated pressure.” “You know, it’s always worth it… doing good.” II. Holy Days Thursday: We share a whiskey. Talk holidays: "Wouldn't you like to have more days for yourself?" "I wouldn’t know what to do with so much free time…” Friday: It’s pouring. Mother: “Have you noticed that on holy Friday it always rains? I get goosebumps." 3 o clock. Rain is the tears of Christ. Guitar. Record. Incorporate the background noise. Saturday: The Seventh Seal: “Today I met death. We are playing chess. ” Wallpaper image. Sunday: A strong howling wind in the morning. The Flying Fish: its first image in color, flying free over the galaxy. Are three days enough to resurrect? III. The Tallest Wave Ever To be strong does not necessarily means to avoid asking for help: There’s no need to carry the world on your shoulders. The disease advances. Wrong moves. Testing 1, 2, 3. I’m unable to cheer him up. No words. Then comes Night. Fear. Emergency. Decisions. Truth Reveals. No Insurance. Concern. New wallpaper. Ambulance. Transfer. “When you get better we’ll take a trip to Mars” she says, he laughs. Arrival to The Sixth Dimension. Bad feeling. A favor. “I’ll do the paperwork”. My last words to him. Total Isolation. No cellphone. Lost on the way back home. Night hallucinations. The Crowned One presents itself to me. Cold shivering and a sense of impending doom. No breath. No sleep. “I’m sorry we have no information. I’m sorry we have no information.” I’m tired, falling asleep, sweating, and waiting in the car. 1:30 pm good news 7:30 pm not so good news. We wait… eat, talk and sleep better. Everything will be ok. He’ll be fine... He'll be fine... Right? IV. Verdict, Anger & Mourning The Day April 22, 2020 04/22/2020 4 / 4 / 4 My obsession with number Four. Wednesday = Mercury = Hermes = Thoth I thought he would be ok. As I wandered through oneiric fantasies, basketball, monkeys and space jams… …an interruption. RING RING RING !! 7:30 am : The Call. Bad news: “He stopped breathing. Resuscitation. Then a second time… Come urgently.” BUT IS HE OK?? Call mom. Drive. "NO". Arriving. On our way. Parking $200.00 you give me the change later. Run. They’re crying. He is gone… Alone. Strangers. Isolated. I cry. I shout in ANGER! She’s on her knees, sister yells. We can’t believe it. It’s all a nightmare. His face. Goodbye. Sealed bag. Ashes. Private ceremony. Four of us. I sing. We weep. V. Retrospective, A New Life & The Metaphysics He was always a reserved man, hermetic: Hermes lips are tightly sealed. He never shared with us he was in pain, hermetic: Hermes lips are tightly sealed. He was isolated, alone, hermetic: Hermes lips are tightly sealed. His results were “inconclusive”, hermetic: Hermes lips are tightly sealed. He was sealed in a bag, no way to open it, completely hermetic: Hermes lips are tightly sealed. 22/04/2020 Earth’s Day & Celebration of Ishtar Venus had been very bright the past days. Then 3 days later: The floor erupts. “Look: the cracks in the floor are breaths from the house, small leaks that release the accumulated pressure.” Pressure has now been finally released. Eternal Life awaits. We’ll evolve, live on. I'll finish your painting. You can rest. Thank you. Forever.

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"Death gives meaning to our lives"

A tribute. A farewell. A requiem mass. A snapshot of eternity. The soundtrack of the moment when consciousness tears down the veil of the unknown, witnessing the sublime transition between life and death.

“Tears of God” is a solemn yet colorful instrumental piece that takes the listener through the ultimate mental journey: the grand motion picture of a dying brain. Memories come and go in a flowing stream of images and sensations. While rain connects the dots, the mind-spirit travels through the waters of life experience, swimming across rivers of hopes, fears and desires. Childhood, nature and beauty coexist in this liquid paradise.

The owl, the whale and the loyal dog guide the path. Around the corner, darkness and light take turns inside this great dance, for nothing used to come without duality. But those days are now gone, only bliss and happiness exist: Homeostasis & holy entropy. Guitars, flutes, keyboards, bells and innocent choirs soothe the ceremonial metamorphosis.

Revelations come as "everything is as it has always been". Your new eye opens, watching your family evolve from another dimension, another perspective, the lens of a graduated master. Your seeds blossom. You transform, but never leave, just a process to embrace this new form of existence. You follow the light, enter the sea, and become one with The All. Forever dreaming the dream.

You’ll never forsaken us, for you are us.

Bon Voyage, mon père.

30/12/1962
22/04/2020

-Râhoola

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released May 5, 2020

Running time: 15:34 - "Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?”

Music & Arrangement by Râhoola

Râhoola - CHANTS, GUITARS, KEYBOARDS, PIANO, WHISTLE, BASS, FX, FLUTE & PERCUSSIONS.

Recorded in Monterrey at CIRCO DENSO in Mty, N.L. , México
Composed and Produced during April 2020

Produced, Engineered, Recorded, Edited & Mixed by Râhoola
Mastering by Charles A. Leal at Psicofonia Studio
Original Art Cover by Raúl Eduardo Guerra Leal
Art Cover Digital Manipulation by Râhoola
Art Cover Graphic Design by FrancisInk

Album entirely dedicated to the memory of my father Raúl Eduardo Guerra Leal: may your soul navigate freely across the galaxies and into the heart of THE ALL. Eternal love and gratitude for You.

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A Flying Fish Monterrey, Mexico

A Flying Fish is a musical project by the interdimensional storyteller Râhoola.

With sounds and styles varying from experimental, rock, gothic, ambient, new age, orchestral, spoken word and metal; this one-man-band's main goal is to evoke surreal and oneiric imagery to its listeners.

Enjoy, for this is your dreams’ soundtrack!
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