Hail to the Void - Spoken Word Theatre feat. Whiskey Mystic

Who here is left with the capacity for consciousness? When we look into the deep dark of the void, eyes wide open?

"Bend to the Void, the old woman said, wise beyond her years..."

This poem was inspired by a conversation with Anna-Mae of Letterkenny in Ireland, regarding a dream she had of the Whiskey Mystic standing next to the void and saying the above words. We then proceeded to converse and pragmatize on the true nature of the Void.

Performed with Whiskey Mystic, and jointly produced by Monty Cash Music and Whiskey Mystic.

Written by Monty Cash Music, artwork by Monty Cash Music, recorded, mixed and mastered by Monty Cash Music

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Here are the words to the poem transcribed:
Hail to the Void
Hail to the Void
The Void
The Void
The self generated need that feeds on itself
Is never satiated, nor can it end

Scary monster am I
Sits behind the door
All I have to be doing is minding my own business
And a scare, I'm sure to give

I put my coffee cup down twice
It makes a vesica piscis in the towel

RITUAL! USER OF MAGIC! I CAST YOU OUT!

I swear
No magic here
Besides that of the void
And that is a craft all men are guilty

Must we give a voice to every scream of unintelligence?

...

Somewhere down, deep in the darkness of mind
My old self is there, giving me whispers, hints and connotations

The Void
The Void
The seemless building block of worlds
The end, the abyss
The last pit, the last frontier
Hail to the Void!
Hail to the Void!

The ear gets better at listening
Meditate on the silence
Meditate on the silence
Satiate on the stillness

Only then, can gold bubble forth
In all its treasured forms

Bend into the void
the old woman said
Wise beyond her years
Wisdom of a thousand generations
Locked in her genes
A gyrating carousel of cells
There is blood
and it pumps
The ether has veins
It's energy is conscious
Each small piece a whole...

By which to fall to the depths of knowing
because knowledge is heavy

I can only submit for so long
before I collapse exhausted
wanting more
Having been left a true child of my new creator

The Void
The Void
Off we go
Into the darkened light
the all consuming, all-encompassing blight
Hail to the birth mother
Hail the all father
Hail the new creator

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Checkout the track Ritual by Zen in a Nightclub with video made by Tom Horn which goes with this poem:

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