Inglish

Tudei ai forgot mai inglissh äs ju mait riiälais…bad if ai vrait in tis länguitš  ai djast fiil the  pöörfekt  bälänss bitviin mai Estõunian  ruuts and mainset of ei vöörld sitizen….

(änd ai lav hau ju probabli rilli red mai  tekst hier…vid jour hõul maind änd presenss tu get eni kljuu of wat ai was traiing tu sei xx;)

 

Lav ju.

Possi

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White Magic

Hello  Diary,

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Today is one of the most mysterious days  of the year and definitely a perfect time for some  good-spirited white magic❈

So far I have been really cautious with any kinds of witchcraft rituals. I think the story with them is like with ever manifestation or choice we make: if we want to take control over something we need to know this “something” really well, otherwise we are more likely to mess things up even more. So for that reason to just let the spirits  live happily in their world  I haven´t forced myself into theirs but have still kept my world open for them in a friendly way and sometimes they just  come. Sometimes they have showed me the future in my dreams, sometimes they have made my wishes come true or given me warnings. As those things have always been present in my life, and in my (grand)grandmother´s and mother´s and many people’s that I know…I don´t think it is something supernatural.

I actually believe that those kind of connections  to spirits used to be something  purely natural for humans some generations ago when our lives were more directly connected to the Earth, the trees, the fruits, the water….The times when people never throw away food because a slice of bread was rather a symbol of the whole year´s hard work starting with  planting a seed. The times we could see the empty treeless space in the woods as the cost of our house. When we did not even see the purpose of cutting down more trees to build a fancier house because then there would be no trees around  protecting us from the winds or help the mushrooms grow. I am happy to have  grown up and living in places where the connection has not disappeared and has never let me forget its  importance…

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That´s why my New Year´s rituals  are rather simple things done with passion and consciousness than anything complicated.No skulls, no feathers, no blood, no mirrors, no mice…but here are some  little things I always do:

❂ Think back to the old year and about things I learned from it.And then make a list of wishes for the coming  year and let those wishes fly to the Universe.

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✷ Take a salt bath (This helps to get rid of the old energies you don´t need to carry with you anymore)

✲ Have places around me clean and give away things I don´t need.

❂ Leave the food overnight out on the kitchen table for the spirits

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✮ Cast some tin. This is my favourite one since I was little. So you melt the tin on the special pan and when it has melt you just throw it into the bucket filled with cold water. The tin will freeze instantly and take a mysterious shape that you could interpret either just   by its appearance or by its shadow.If it  is full of little coral – like “hairs” then it means good material fortune.

✲ On the 1st day of the year I always find myself a tree to talk to:)

❂ The first 12 days of the year are going to “create” your whole year each day symbolising one of the 12 months of the year…so you better have them full of awesomeness.

✷ CELEBRATE!Just because life is worth it 🙂

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Thank you 2016 for being a year like a rough and good teacher guiding the way to the totally awesome and musicful 2017…I think the last song I wrote this year is pretty much about the most meaningful thought and realization I got  for myself this year.

♡listen to your soul, it is a beautiful thing ♡

Oh, it is half past 10 already – I better run and start off with all the things I´ve written about. 

Shooting love and kindness into your next year

P.

The Secret Hell Experiment

“One little angel fell right from the stars to Hell, but beautiful one, so beautiful one”

 

 

And welcome to….Hell..:)

When I woke up yesterday in the  Christmas mood with white snow on the mountain  I had the spontaneous feeling to share “The Hell Song”  with you,just secretly on Soundcloud…then today after waking up with some really heartbreakingly sweet letters about it in my postbox I just had a little thought:

As I have been wishing to give you all something pretty as a Christmas´gift and been wondering what it could be then I suddenly knew…I could give you this song,  as a free download until the end of the wonderful 2016 .

But to make it more fun, you should unwrap it first, ♡This way, dear beautiful beast ♡..—- →

And big thanks to those mindblowingly awesome folks: John Davis and Metropolis Studios for mastering,  Forbsey for the magic  and Veronique Vaka , Björn and Floki for letting me to record in their musical castle:)

I will keep the story of that song though in secret for now, but one day  I´ll tell you:)

Lots of love and snowflake-beauty,

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Here are the lyrics 🙂

THE HELL SONG

ONE LITTLE ANGEL FELL
RIGHT FROM THE STARS TO HELL
BUT BEAUTIFUL ONE, SO BEAUTIFUL ONE
THOUGH AIN´T NOBODY SAW HER NOBODY COULD SEE
HOW BEAUTIFUL ONE WAS SHE

UNDER THE NORTHERN SKY
ONE DEUCE WAS PASSING BY
SO PITIFUL ONE, SO PITIFUL ONE
AND LITTLE ANGEL SAW WHAT NOBODY COULD SEE
HOW BEAUTIFUL ONE WAS HE
HOW BEAUTIFUL ONE WAS HE

THIS WORLD IS TOO CRUEL FOR ANGELS
THIS WORLD, IT WILL BREAK YOUR HEART
AND WE WILL ALWAYS STAY STRANGERS
IF YOU DON´T BREAK YOUR WHITE WINGS APART

EVEN IN (THE) CRUELEST HEART THE BEAUTY HAS ITS PART
SHE KNEW FROM THE START SHE KNEW FROM THE START
THAT YOU WERE JUST LIKE ME, SO PURE AND HEAVENLY
WHOM IN DARKNESS NOONE COULD SEE
UNTIL I LET DARKNESS BECOME PART OF ME

AND THEN SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM
RIGHT WHEN DID MELT HER WINGS IN RESTLESS CRUELTY
UNTIL SHE FELT HIS WARMTH WITHIN
AND FALLING IN LOVE´S THE MOST PITIFUL BEAUTY

(THIS WORLD IS TOO CRUEL FOR ANGELS
THIS WORLD IT WILL BREAK YOUR HEART
AND WE WILL ALWAYS STAY STRANGERS
IF YOU DON´T BREAK YOUR WHITE WINGS APART)

THIS WORLD IS TOO CRUEL FOR ANGELS
THIS WORLD IT WILL BREAK YOUR HEART
AND WE WILL ALWAYS STAY STRANGERS
IF YOU DON´T BREAK YOUR WHITE WINGS APART

Music and Lyrics by Possimiste

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by Possimiste

 

The Story of :”Baby I Don´t Care” (original vs. ours)

 

Hello, it´s me, again,with blue stripes in my hair this time. It is a lot of fun to walk with a rainbow on top of your head, colourful as autumn, harmonizing with the nature like a wild animal. But I thought that as the new video is black and white, then this is how it looks in colour:) (just because I am always wondering myself about things like this when I watch black and white movies and pictures).

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But making this cover for the Transvision Vamp‘s  hit “Baby I Don´t Care”(1989) was really a lot of fun.

I remember how I just got an email from Barry Snaith in March, right a day before flying to New York asking if we could work on a punk/rock song cover  together for a pitch , but we only have 4 days to finish it. And the  little rebel  inside me said “yes, sure” because a)he an awesome musician b)the short time just doesn´t let my inner perfectionist take me over…well..too much over. Sounds good. Let´s do it.

So I spent my first 3 days in NYC just working on the song with the mind support of the nice folks in the organic store across the street (who just last week had asked my friend (fairy)Racqui if my  song got already released….wow, you folks are just amazing, sending super hugs if you ever are going to read this blog post one day) And we made it, it was ready exactly by the midnight! And of course we were both super happy and surprised  to get to know that it was going to be released as a Christmas single.Juhhuu!

I know that a 16 year old me had never said yes to sing that song. Just because I really didn’t care at that time.I thought that songs of that kind have no real meaning.But now I understand that they had a meaning, but I just could not find or see it at that time. Having a boyfriend or girlfriend or whoever was my biggest nightmare and I tried to avoid it as much as I could.I even cut myself a haircut once that I found especially ugly  and dressed up like a creep, sometimes put a sticker on my face to keep all this stuff away from me. And it honestly worked pretty well…well, until there comes someone who sees your plans through ,sees your soul behind the mask and you have lost the war. Then you live and then you learn and then you grow until one day you discover that oh, I can now really tell a story through that song now. But it will be this time my own story , just with someone else´s words, but with my own emotions, thoughts and honesty.

When I first got the lyrics I did not understand what they wanted to say actually.I was confused if it was a sad song, a careless song, a happy song. But then I realized it doesn´t actually really matter at all.A “Happy Birthday To You” can also for some people be the saddest song in the world if they  maybe experienced something sad while that song was being played or sung, you never know. Words do not really matter, it matters how they are being said. Tone matters. Maybe Tone is the only universal language all humans share, speak and understand. Maybe there should be one wordless anthem  for all the world we could all sing .Just one certain thing to remind ourselves that we are all cousins on this little planet in the middle of the big universe and should keep together.

Making this song brought me this thought and I am so thankful for that , self-growth is the best reward in the world:)

But now it´s time for some fun:

Here comes the original:

And here comes ours. The collab between the fab  Mick Hone, Barry and Me. (So good to have the chance to see my own music video once with a “first sight”-sight because it was the first time when I didn´t edit the video myself. Easy feeling, Mick did a totally awesome job:)

 

Thanks for reading and watching and The Inconsistent Jukebox‘s (check out his amazing stuff please, this is really an extraordinary new kind of music movement, without a specific genre, hell yeah!) double A – side single will be out in UK and worldwide on 9th December via Supersonic Media. I think iTunes pre- sale has started already as well, so you can grab the song from there:)

 

I care about you all and see you soon,

Possi

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Hi lovely boys, girls and all the beautiful animals,

Just got back from tenting alone in the middle of the Icelandic wilderness…at the foot of a volcano actually…(I will share some bits of it a bit later) :)Now it is nice and warm to sit inside, drink hot tea and share the music video that just got out of the Flying Rabbit’s oven. Huge thanks Racqui, Rabbit, all the fairies, Gaex for mastering and of course You all for watching:)

Lots of love ,joy and August wonderfulness,

Possi.

)_+[P0;LPK  Oh, by the way, the song is now also on Bandcamp where you can listen and buy and enjoy:)

 

Day

 

7am. Teardrops of the rain on the first spring leaves. Five slices of cucumber on a slice of rye bread.Smoke of the clouds above your head. To watch a dandelion through an  another  dandelion.Catch a smile of a passer by. Take a walk to the unknown. Hear a magical melody in my mind´s ear. . See a ladibird with 5 dots. And a some little kids picking limestones at theseaside.Rest the tired feet at the end of the day. Send telepathic love to dear people around me. Fall asleep with a calm heart knowing  that I have appreciated the gifts today gave me.

This.

Is.

My.

Kind.

Of.

Happiness.

🙂

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Dragonwalk

imageHi boys and girls. I wrote this small ( and a little bit funny)poem while I was walking through the rainy Reykjavík this evening. During the past two weeks in New York I just realized how we should just share all the weirdness in us with the world, as much as possible.Weirdnesses are beautiful.( The next post is going to be about NY ) Hugs towards you:)P.

 

Dragonwalk

I found myself from an empty town.

At the border of the horizon.

on my left hand there was night,

the last sunrays on my right.

Straight through the old graveyard

I left a trace –

in this empty town

the most lively place.

By the lake

stood a dragon

Majestetic and cold

of stone.

“Why would someone

sculpt a dragon

in the middle of a town

where no one lives…

and no-one any **** gives?”

I wondered,thought, did feel

it must be something that someone has seen

and wanted to make the world believe

that dragons are real.

I believed.

‘Cause I have heard some say, I remember,:

 

 

“They arrive with the first mushroom rains in early September.”

 

 

Possimiste