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I assume the country code's automatically applied to the campaign code...

Which in this case might not be ideal for their company image, though I wonder how many catch the reference now. Maybe it doesn't matter at all. Those who know will be amused and those who don't will be fortunately oblivious.

It's an age old Internet shock site reference, just so you know. No need to actually look it up if you're not already initiated in said side of the net.

And for future reference this was from the Swedish MyProtein site,

Seven Nation Army

Just some devices with eye sticks for great entertainment. :) And surprising musical capabilities too...

Con Percussion

Fell and hit my head on a snare drum and now I have a percussion.

A Morning Ode

Look here morning...
I don't fucking hate you
But you come too early
I just want to greet you.

I know I'm only human
So I make mistakes too
But can't you just wait...
A moment so I can meet you?

I'm not trying to change -
Or to dissuade you
I know that you're great
Even if you're see-through.

So if you just say,
You'll be there for me,
If I'm there for you,
Then I will believe you.

I do love mornings!
And love makes you do crazy things so...

Rise and shine.

Some day.

When I'm out of my mind.


I've got a new mixtape out y'all! (Hope I'm not abusing the CAPS there ^.)

True to tradition it's mastered by Nick AKA @Jabun of Jabun Audio, is a recalibration and mastering of all my Inktober work of 2020, is available for free both here, and on YT NG and shortly - in limited dosage - on SC.

I only upload a limited selection there since they have a cap on your upload time with free accounts, and I don't want to exhaust mine yet. Hopefully there are still a few more of these tapes waiting down the road to save room for, not least the last year material one...

It's a bit belated this one. I was hoping to have this out before the New Year, but with work schedules and covid and all intervening - and when I was finally better Nick was sick - it so came to be it came out this year instead. Hopefully we'll get started on the next one earlier.

But for now rejoice! Feast your ears here on this here veneered share.

In total time of cleaning, mixing, mastering, revising and in other ways managing these files there's probably at least a solid thousand hours of prep time in the pipeline on this one. So you know, I'm pretty proud. :)

I've no idea how much time goes into the average album but I imagine it's less. I imagine professional musicians make less of a mess with their recordings. I imagine they don't mix and publish and then remix and master in two individual sessions - a year apart - or spend quite as much time double-checking ISRC codes, or composing copious amount of off-looking cover mock-up's before they settle on a better one, but that's something for another post - gotta showcase some of those too.

What matters now is this is OUT, and I am joyous, and happy, and I thank you @Jabun for all the hard work you put into making this the wholesome, beautiful, audial Inktober adventure it has thus now finally become.

You can download it for free here too. Share away if you like!

And compare the grand finale track I posted at the end of last year's Inktober post (commemorating both the last mixtape release and another month of Inktober done well - the month that's now being released in full and more flawless form here above) with the brand new here below:

Old and new, in that order. Can you hear the difference, can you? ;)

Have a great day y'all! It's a grand new FULL INKTOBER MIXTAPE for me and the masses, and with that I bid you adieu. Whoop!

Ciao soon.

The Temple Visit

So I took a trip! To visit a buddy, and to the Buddharam Buddhist temple in Boden, for a three day session of meditation and finding myself.

It was interesting, and the people were generous, but my expectations clashed a bit with the reality of it all. I left feeling grateful, and focused, and calm, but also uncertain. Not with any definitive new insights or sense of enlightenment. Not with the notion that I'd actually had the opportunity to disconnect and truly reassert myself.

There was much social media, little meditation, and the monks were not as humble as I thought they'd be. At least not all of them.

They had their own table as well. They ate before everyone else - who prepared all food for them, and served them, and made their table.

You bow to them, and do as they say. They're revered.

At least from an outsider's view it seemed they were seen more as masters than servants, even though they're living at the expense of the people they're said to serve - and supposed to serve, and I felt like the hierarchy of society was reflected in them too in a way I didn't expect it to be. I thought they'd be free from such systems, and shackles, and dogmas of authority and distinction.

But then if they truly are masters of course they deserve to be revered.

I do appreciate the culture behind these rituals, in appreciating those who dedicate their life to Buddha, but are they truly such sages they're worth this level of adornment? If they're still here they haven't reached nirvana yet, have they? And will they, before their next life? Or will the people who serve them, and give them food, and treat them as superior, be the ones who build up the required karma instead?

It felt odd. But if the people who serve them truly do ascend in reincarnative stature and wisdom in their next life, then maybe that's how the monks return the favor.

They're revered so that those who revere them may further themselves in turn. So that maybe in the next life the servants can become monks, and be revered by those who were monks in the former, and so they trade places and live in a cycle with no end...

Could that really be what Buddha intended?

Unfortunately the monks spoke little English or Swedish, so we didn't get into the philosophical aspects of any of this, and oftentimes they were on their phones, or speaking amongst themselves or Thai groups that had paid to be there. But we did have a long and interesting discussion with a man from London - a trustee at a temple there, who among many other things mentioned that Buddha taught us to question. Even him. To not follow his path blindly, but to find our own, and I hope my contemplations hereof are a sign more so of my being open-minded and questioning than of my being unappreciative of their hospitality.

They definitely were hospitable. And two of three humble as well.

I am calm, after this visit, and thankful, grateful for housing and food, though more to the Thai people who were there with me than to the masters, who I'd hoped I could speak to, and learn from.

I learned from others instead, and followed the monks in meditation.

But I was distracted by the monk who ran around and filmed the morning rites while Long Paa (not sure how you spell that - it's a title of reverence for the 'old one') kept it going. And a little uncomfortable when the young one asked I kneel by his sofa for a social media photo.

What master asks a disciple to be submissive? Isn't that up to the disciple, to show respect to those he is in admiration of and wants to learn from?

Especially if the master gives little in return, but relies on those who care for him to care for me too, asking other attendees to teach us of Buddha as he walks around with my phone and films our conversation.

Nevertheless I am thankful to him. I hope it doesn't seem otherwise.
I am thankful I was allowed to stay there, and given this glimpse into their culture, and that they acted as a channel of communication and arrangement between me and other guests.

The temple just didn't come across as pure and untarnished by the commercial; modern world as I had hoped, and I'm a little disappointed by their mannerisms, the obvious hierarchy, and misunderstandings in regard to the booking, and the meditation session we'd hoped to attend.

Here's a comparison between the intended schedule and the real one.

And btw they had no dinners. Fortunately they had fruits, and I snacks.

On the first day, after we'd been led to our room and eaten lunch, the larger group of visitors and the monk who knew Swedish and English hopped in a minivan and headed off to the ice hotel in Finland, and came back around 2 AM. We didn't realize they didn't know why we were there, or which schedule we were expecting to follow, though it was on their site, and we both filled in forms there, and emailed, and called in to make sure they'd received our reservations.

We went through the schedule with the younger monk the next morning, and he explained they unfortunately had to cater to the other groups that were there - paying customers, but would try to fit together our schedule with theirs. Which worked so so.

We spent a lot of our time just walking around outside, which you could say was meditation in itself. It was a nice place, old four-story military barracks in stone, with peaceful and snowy surroundings. Great weather too.

And maybe it was a blessing that the schedule we'd expected didn't really exist. Maybe a fiercer pace would've made for all the worse meditation, at the times we really could partake in it.

Maybe this turned into the vacation I really needed but didn't know I'd get, perfectly paced, in a beautiful milieu with good people and no pressure to participate in anything.

Long Paa seemed at peace too. I would have liked to learn more from him. And Sun Tee was kind and undemanding, albeit still in very early stages of learning both English and Swedish. Maybe he'll learn, and we can have a thorough conversation in the future.

The barrier of language might be possible to overcome, but I think there's also a cultural divide that's not so easy to, and maybe it's not so strange there aren't more Buddhist Swedes. If they do give the faith a chance, and this is the first impression they receive.

Has Buddhism itself maybe become more of a cultural element, a societal ritual and element of coping and good, than a true path of enlightenment and peace? Was my experience here representative of the faith as a whole, or just these particular individuals, and their interpretation of the roles they've dedicated their lives to?

How would it be to meditate with for example the Shaolin?

It's unfortunate it wasn't all I expected. But I am glad. It was a nice temple. The meditation was calming. I slept well. I ate good. I could come and go as I liked - no demands - though a few requests at the end. A couple ladies seemed intent either on having me join their family or their faith, I'm not sure. Cultural/lingual differences. I received a bottle of eucalyptus lotion and a big bag of chips, and helped a lady carry a suitcase down the temple stairs. I wonder if she'll read this. It was nice to meet you Sarah.

I haven't given up on Buddhism, it still seems like the one big religion - if it technically even classes as a religion - that focuses solely on good - and doesn't attempt to sell itself in any way.

I would love to visit Thailand and the temples there, and I've a newfound appreciation for their food - the breakfast rice porridge with fish and spices was both delicious and nutritious - and their generosity. Such a stark contrast from us cold and calculating Swedes.

Well not really calculating or cold when you get to know us... but we take a while to warm up. And if we give something we usually do expect something in return... we can learn much from other cultures after all.

I wish to be as selfless as they all seemed to be here. Kind and inclusive, even though it was hard not to feel a little out of place regardless. In the end I was the only real Swede there.

Maybe I will visit Buddharam again. Only Buddha knows I suppose. I hope to meditate more regardless, and some day find my way.

Thanks for this all you awesome people. It was a treat.

Next time - if there is a next time: it shall be a re:treat.

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