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Listen as wordsmith and sage Mt.Sinai weaves 15 years of study & spiritual practice into a tapestry of sound. Delivering a message which resonates in the heart and mind, Sinai’s recorded music and healing energy-charged performances assist in the spiritual evolution of the listener, and the world. Mt.Sinai makes music for those who seek, and those who struggle. He provides a soundtrack to those in search of peace and light, as well as those who live in darkness and chaos. Having experienced the extremes of the spectrum, Mt.Sinai is able to entertain as he guides the listener toward the calm center we all seekconsciously or unconsciously.
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Peak #849
Peak in subgenre #64
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M.Simpson/Jophiel
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2006 House Of Wisdom
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September 14, 2006
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MP3 3.0 MB 128 kbps 3:13
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Working Tools I grab my square & compasses, start laying designs Plans devised by the Architect who resides beyond the mind Sine language I speak in tongues to the dumb And they speak back to me, there’s nothing new under the sun Son of God, Son of Man sun moon & stars, man woman child Man used to worship the sun now I spit fire freestyle Don’t be in denial, face it then bathe in the Jordan Before horsemen arrive I bring holy sounds like church organs In houses of the holy, not only buildings of stone But any place where the knower becomes at one with the known Atonement unifies the poem and the poet, Merged in the moment, let it flow, don’t try to hold it Finding freedom in frequencies of divine proportions Whether cipher-recording I always rhyme in accordance So I’m afforded endurance to ensure my words pour I rest assured that with the wind beneath my wings I can soar (c) Equipped with working tools- a common gavel, & setting maul To break away my imperfections I should use a wrecking ball But I’m not cutting corners- so my work is precise And Royal Archangels see every angle is right I walk on the level with man, acting as square as I can By the fourth part of a circle- & a compass held by God’s hand Helps a builder find his way as I travel in foreign lands From the mountains to the plains to the dry desert sands I merely follow commands and try to act as a vessel This emptiness is the cause that keeps me pushing the pencil I work with the tension to draw up perfect dimensions Through focused attention this is the process of ascension First I find my center then drop a plumb line Upright- I heard a voice in my head saying ‘Come Sine’ Sometimes I think it’s smart to disregard the mind What do you think? Sorry- I’m not trying to pry It’s just- I’m trying to find the perfect balance Between the skill of a craftsman, and God-given talents But truthfully yo I’m the most humble soul 120 degrees each body mind & spirit are whole (c) God teaches in symbols, it’s up to us to interpret Then use our working tools to make the rough ashlar perfect A sure fit is necessary for the Temple not built with hands An’ a solid foundation is key for a building to stand I work by the plans, if you listen you’ll hear ‘em To be sure check your square by the Pythagorean Theorem We use abstract equations to map exact locations The Craft is ancient, cuz the Craftsman practices patience I wait since wisdom unfolds as you learn And I’ll die before the ruffians unjustly learn the word (word!) Seek & you shall find, knock & the door opens Find yourself before pillars, pomegranates and lotus A network connects us, as souls in wholeness Holistic mystics, I hope you intrinsically know this Divinity holds us while faith keeps us from falling Eternal charity, I hear the Master calling ( I call the craftsmen from refreshment to labor)
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