Rama ~ LOVE your parody of Namaste.
Wai's version kept going through my head like a saccharine, commercial jingle.
I had to listen to some opera to ban its ill effects.
Guaranteed, the following tunes are powerful antidotes to "Namaste" poisoning.
OK, not everyone likes opera, so skip it.
Or find something ripping that works for you
like Rama found in punk music.
But if you like opera, listen if you were assaulted with a Wai Lana tune:
Turandot.
Offenbach - Barcarolle , from 'The Tales of Hoffmann'
Flower duet - Anna Netrebko & Elina Garanca
I can't help but wonder if Wai Lana is positioning herself as the next "mother guru" based on that FAKE FAKE FAKE soulless interview. It sure appears so. Get ready to line up for her "blessings". What will she do? Hugging has been done. What will be her shtick?
It really bothered me that I could not get that stupid Namaste tune out of my head. Then I was listening to a Paul Joseph Watson video on why so much pop music sucks. Listen in around 7:32
The same ideas apply to the "soundtrack of their lives" in the Butler cult. Their music has not changed in 40 years. There are no musical innovators, even with once creative artists who joined the cult. Is it because this music and lyrics are so "spiritual" and uplifting? No. Brain research explains the reasons.
If you are still convinced that these mantras hold special powers and sway over the spirit, you should watch the movie Kumare, a feature documentary film about the time filmmaker Vikram Gandhi impersonated a fake guru and built a following of real people.
In addition to the repetitive and melodious nature of mantras, coupled with a fantasy or myth that elevates an ordinary human to divine stature, you have a powerful method of capturing followers. So much so, you also have the power to crush both originality and dissidence.
So what's wrong with Namaste besides being crappy music? Who can argue about the good idea of Namaste. You can't. It pictures a world of respect without hate. But it is a gateway drug into a seriously flawed and secretive cult that is very difficult to leave. It fails to show the secret underbelly of the cult. It fails to reveal the destructive practices of Wai Lana's cult. There should be a WARNING label.
Wai's version kept going through my head like a saccharine, commercial jingle.
I had to listen to some opera to ban its ill effects.
Guaranteed, the following tunes are powerful antidotes to "Namaste" poisoning.
OK, not everyone likes opera, so skip it.
Or find something ripping that works for you
like Rama found in punk music.
But if you like opera, listen if you were assaulted with a Wai Lana tune:
Turandot.
Offenbach - Barcarolle , from 'The Tales of Hoffmann'
Flower duet - Anna Netrebko & Elina Garanca
I can't help but wonder if Wai Lana is positioning herself as the next "mother guru" based on that FAKE FAKE FAKE soulless interview. It sure appears so. Get ready to line up for her "blessings". What will she do? Hugging has been done. What will be her shtick?
It really bothered me that I could not get that stupid Namaste tune out of my head. Then I was listening to a Paul Joseph Watson video on why so much pop music sucks. Listen in around 7:32
The same ideas apply to the "soundtrack of their lives" in the Butler cult. Their music has not changed in 40 years. There are no musical innovators, even with once creative artists who joined the cult. Is it because this music and lyrics are so "spiritual" and uplifting? No. Brain research explains the reasons.
If you are still convinced that these mantras hold special powers and sway over the spirit, you should watch the movie Kumare, a feature documentary film about the time filmmaker Vikram Gandhi impersonated a fake guru and built a following of real people.
Quote
Paul Joseph Watson on The Truth About Popular Music
...lured into a bubble wrapped coma...
"...settling for increasingly dumbed down pop music. Because we are being brain washed into liking songs that we would usually hate as a result of the simple trick of repeated exposure.
Studies of the brain show that our reward centers light up from hearing the same song over and over again...Record labels can make us embrace a form of musical Stockhom syndrome. By force feeding us in this way they can override our personal taste and we eventually give in. After all, everyone else likes it, so it must be good, right?
Pop music is the equivalent to junk food. It's quick, it's easy, it's all around us... the producers stick to the same cookie cutter recipe because it is what people have been indoctrinated to want to consume...
Music is something we carry with us. It is the soundtrack to our day. It determines our emotions. So as the world around us becomes more perilous and chaotic, we look to music for familiarity and reassurance... providing a kind of musical safe space for arrested development...everything is dumbed down, everything is made to sound the same. Originality is strangled.
Whereas, musicians used to be interesting people and have actual personality and that's where the authenticity of music came from. Now they are more akin to hand picked Stepford wives. None of it is real. None of it is authentic, but it is still popular because our entire generation has had it's brains rewired..."
In addition to the repetitive and melodious nature of mantras, coupled with a fantasy or myth that elevates an ordinary human to divine stature, you have a powerful method of capturing followers. So much so, you also have the power to crush both originality and dissidence.
So what's wrong with Namaste besides being crappy music? Who can argue about the good idea of Namaste. You can't. It pictures a world of respect without hate. But it is a gateway drug into a seriously flawed and secretive cult that is very difficult to leave. It fails to show the secret underbelly of the cult. It fails to reveal the destructive practices of Wai Lana's cult. There should be a WARNING label.