DARK EUROPA: THE EXTRA 23,000 MILES IN THE MAKING:

Created from experience, in imagination through interactions travelling. Ady suggested to the travelling Lilith B.C. of Extreme Chromo, who was, at that time working threefold projects as she travelled, carrying an image of a Rune, the Laguz Rune. Having passed on Norse and Gaelic audio inspiration and a Rune, a person pops up from Finland... with a band called LAGUZ Rune...
Experiencing DARK EUROPA, never one to be flippant in the creative process of living to manifest, in perhaps less eloquent terms a counterpart converging in ideas P. EMERSON WILLIAMS emerged from silent hermit life late in the DARK EUROPA process, could say perfect timing.
Returning home with lyrics written, pulse of Europe taken, and doses of darkness and resilience and way more direct experience of extreme ego corrosive ritual, handed over the built-up guitars and bass, made around the Kantele piece by Laguz Rune expressing experience getting heavier and stranger landing a page of to the bone report, the pulse of the part of the Earth's body in Europe to the freshly emerged P.E.W. to arrange and vocalise... as aside from lyrics, some sever tracks, and much writing, travel and experience there was and perhaps is, for now, one statement to make:

My soul craves the burning desire to reconnect with my hearts' purpose. It begs me to remain loyal to the promise I made to myself when I said that I would always write from my hearts perception. Music is how I share pieces of myself with the world. The lens of my eyes mirrors the lens of my heart. I crave the humane of society where true and authentic connection lights up the sky instead of the dark disasters of this earth that almost seem to be holding everyone else captive. Nature heals me. I must go there and remain there in order to hear the callings of my heart. I must dig deep beyond the layers of exposure blocking the volume within my soul. I must turn up the volume and quiet everything else around me to hear. I must go within in order to hear my voice. If others can hear my voice, why can’t I? The world can sometimes feel so strange when you feel so alien. It has almost become undetermined who the strangers really are ; is it myself or them? I don’t want to hide my intellect and dim my light in order to exist on this earth. I want to be as I am and have the world meet me there. I am grateful. I am one that finds the beauty and richness in a country that is not wealthy. That is me. I have travelled to places where the external ruins did not impact internal happiness and yet, I have also seen those with wealth and status not appreciate anything with grace. How could they? If there is one thing on this earth that I will do, it is to remain true to self. It is befriending my thoughts but not let them control me. It is to hold on to every crevice of my soul knowing it to be special and not believing it to be outcasted. I am the middle ground between a happy space of spiritual solitude and sharing my voice to this large universe. My life falls so perfectly between spiritual solace and giving the world pieces of my soul through music.

With that...back to retreat for a short while... with threefold creativity to emerge when I do, here's the audio visual result:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9EzPgS4-f8

Lilith B.C. Extreme Chromo.