The Mystic

Robert Fitterman: text & voice
Klaus Killisch: visuals & design
ambientfunk: music

Mastering & vinyl cut: Schnittecht, Dresden
Technique record: 12 inch vinyl plate
Technique cover: screen printing
Booklet: 12 pages

Length: 18:21 min

Edition: 6 + 2 AP

Price: $700

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The mystic knows that without mysticism our lives feel dull, empty, directionless, and meaningless. The mystic is a person who is sensitive to the energies of the universe. To qualify as a mystic, one has to have had a mystical experience—or a series of mystical experiences—it really means allowing yourself to let go of your identity and just… be.  Why am I here? Why are we all here? These are common questions that haunt the mystic’s mind. The mystic has the ability to see the connected strings behind every action, it does not mean that they are able to fully comprehend how the universe works and why.

Because of their heightened senses, the mystic has a natural curiosity about the physical and spiritual world. The mystic relies on knowledge, language, and physical senses the same as others do; however, their intuitive perceptions offer a deeper form of insight. The mystic is guided by their own experience, rather than by leaders or society—this can often make them spiritual or even political rebels. The mystic believes they are a conduit for power, not the source—they understand their insights into the universe as a borrowed gift. The mystic understands and embraces the power of love. The mystic cannot tell you what is right and what is wrong.

To take you in the sun
Born like the earth over years
To promised lands
We could exist on the stars, the fears beyond
A million candles burning, far above the moon

My love was born like a setting sun
Pull in all the stars above
Spotlight, moonlight

Into the magic everywhere
Living is easy with eyes closed
And if you see what’s meant to be
Don’t name the day or try to say
Misunderstanding all you see
Don’t come around tonight
There’s a bad moon

I could never understand the wind at all
To laugh, to dance
The naked earth beneath us and the universe above
Like tiny beings you can read their address by the moon
In the world, where only time’s erased
The universe reclining in your hair

Gates to the stars and mystical moons
If you follow you will see what’s beyond reality
The moon by the sea in the tiny piece of
Coloured glass the sky is made of stone