Experience the sonic framework for cosmic field note-taking, designed by Professors Kirschbaum and Iglesias to navigate the unique challenges of maintaining objective notation within high-energy environments like the Galilean Moons.
Language breaks down when faced with the crushing scale of Jovian architecture, requiring a shift from mortal words to cosmic hum. This audio will lower your brain’s frequency to match the background hum of the astral plane, since it’s impossible to enter the necessary deep-theta state through silence alone.
True cosmic journaling is not an act of writing, but an act of subconscious transmissions. When you awaken, the seemingly chaotic geometry on your parchment will, when decoded, reveal the exact coordinates of your cosmic wanderings.
Some astral artifacts on this recording have been gifted by remote alumni.
Old World Tapes brings you into the moment with a catalog of emotionally rich and temporal transcendence. Disassociate from the current time and step into a world where time is frozen and stands as cathedrals of granite. The Old World is without care or judgement as one can fully process grief in the embrace of stasis.
Welcome to the land of of imagination. You find yourself already on a journey of both adventure and danger. The wind and water splash against your face as you and your crew head towards the fated location of the Sunstone Sanctum. Many before you have tried and many have failed and perished beneath these azure waters. They don't have what you hold in your pocket however -- a sunstone you bought for what seemed like a fortune at the time from a mysterious traveler. Now things are clearer as the cloudless skies in front of you.
Per audience accounts: the room had the appearance of being burnt out, with each wall framed by dark wood paneling that appeared to hold up the room by its corners. The wood floor, gently but consistently scuffed, indicated a previous life as a dance studio, but now the mirrors had been replaced by windows, some facing outward, others showing glimpses into other rooms, deeper in the building.A baby grand piano was in the center, and around it, mats and cushions. Three people each brought a battery powered tape recorder. They argued over the best places in the room to capture the sound, and finally each agreed to share their recordings in order to create a composite of the concert. Slowly, people filed into the room. They took seats without question, and sat in silence while trays of short candles were lit, and the dim, flickery room lights were extinguished. Outside those walls, the air was tense, as it always was. Here was a sanctuary. After some time, Sisi entered the room, causing a flutter of whispers. The candlelight danced across her face, and really holding an image of her in your minds eye was quite difficult. Each flicker of the candlelight presented her image as a person of a different age. Everyone was softly entranced by the illusion - if it could be called that. When she began playing, everyone in attendance reported that they completely forgot the outside world - the wall, the divided city. Some report that the dark paneling began to faintly glow. All accounts of the concert, however abstract, describe Sisi playing only piano for its (unclear) duration. Therefore not all sounds heard on the recording can be fully explained. [S.R.]
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The Living Room of Ruth Brooks
I keep telling my assistant that we were guests and that the room couldn't be miced professionally. We wouldn't even know what the room looked like or where we would be until the event. I knew this because the gathering in the living room was similar to other phenomenological events I have documented. This wasn't going to be your normal concert rather an event that we would do our best to archive. Perhaps it is the nature of this type of work that leads to a high turn over among engineers. To travel to some suburban household among celebrity occultists and locally famous esotericists to hear a time concert to only have the tapes distributed among a private mailing list doesn't feel like high profile work. This wasn't going to be some rock concert but since we were making bootlegs most of my engineers come from that world. My assistant continues to be nervous and asks a lot of rude questions while I snack on the sandwiches Mr. Brooks has made us in the kitchen. Most of our equipment is in the back while people gather in the living room to await the beginning of the concert. We were invited by Mrs. Brooks at the behest of S.R. who is one of my recipients when we make copies. The others are various figures among a hidden community of phenomenon enthusiasts most who would be here in this living room or kitchen eating sandwiches with me if travel permitted. I most likely will have a new assistant for the next event especially when this one refuses to be respectful of others houses. There seems to be no shortage of people who are interested in amateur recordings of unorthodox performances and the majority of them come from the world of rock concerts where mind altering drugs seem to be the norm. This I never minded but I just hope the next one is a little bit nicer to the organizers especially the ones who make such delicious sandwiches. [H.S. from "Space Tapes"]
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Excavation
Found this cassette among the contents of a box of buried - yes literally, buried! - stuff near where they’re planning the build. I snuck in. I was walking by the fence earlier, when the machines were actually on. They were using one of the big shovels, carving out space for I guess a foundation of some sort. That probably sounds like how a builder would say it, right? And I don’t know why but my eyes were just drawn there as the shovel sank into the ground - and I noticed some ground collapse near the tread of the machine - and of course everyone was worried about a sinkhole, so they backed the machine up as quickly as possible. But I noticed that it wasn’t a sinkhole but something deliberately dug out and refilled. I knew I had to come back, so last night I went with a torch, cut a tiny slice in the fence, and went through. It was like the spot called to me. I had no trouble finding it, even with no moon to assist my failing torch. There were several boxes - six I could see from the edge. One seemed close enough that I could reach it. My work trousers are covered in clay but hooking my feet through a crevice, I could managed to lower myself face down and extract the box, some kind of small trunk. I contemplated trying to get another, but then a few noises spooked me, and I decided retreat was nobler.The trunk was easy to break. It was only full of hand-printed magazines, all yellowed, about earth goddesses and weird symbols and yoga and such. Some of it haunted looking stuff. Disappointing, but I knew my uncle K___ would probably know somebody who’d get a kick out of it. But there were also some audio cassettes, I’d never seen those before. I had to ask around before finally Julie went rummaging and found a player. Everything sounded muddy, underwater. Most of it sounded like there was speaking, but one was labeled - Sisi - Piano. It didn’t sound much like piano. I listened to them all once and never really thought about it again. But some fella sent me a message and offered to buy the box off of me. Somebody doing research. I'm not sure how he found me, but I wasn’t going to turn down cash. [D. G. In Sheffield]
Palenecia: The City of Lighthouses. Eleven lighthouses named after eleven heroes of the first three rounds. A twelfth is being constructed to commemorate the great admiral -- the first one to cross the Knot and travel into the new world. The structures ring a bay and each one are tended by the ghosts of the ones they are dedicated to. This is not the first time I have been around a place which just accepts ghosts as a normal part of the casual workforce.
Ianthe: The first landmass apart of what the locals call the "Gravelands" and something young kids swim to as a rite of passage. I did not swim there though the children on the beach urged me to try and said the cold only last for a few minutes before going away. I did not try it for the cold was not the thing that disturbed me most about those waters.
Church of Time: The foundation of time travel located at Hesiod. With a church erected in its honor its deacons assist in worship of the time stream which was discovered by Admiral Caspian, Navigator Nebethetpet, Quartermaster Maggie Mayflower, and Ovid the ship's mage. The church is erected to the worship of these navigators in the uneasy waters of time and space.
The Navigators: Anointed as bringers of good news, the New Navigators set forth into the unknown past present and future bringing The Good News to a new world. The Imperial Missionary braves dangers as they spread out across space and time. Many do not return and are honored in a memorial garden located to the side of the church.
Towers At Ries: Located on the island with an unprintable name. The locals say it is a place "where all wisdom flows." I would love to write more about this place but I hope the sounds and drones supplied can begin to set the framework for this region of the world.
Unreleased synth music made in 1978. Refurbished with permission as a demo in 2026. Artwork by Crystal made sometime during the 1990s. Constructed for daydreams to be experienced at anytime.
Fungal Spatial Resource Arrangements And Their Behaviors
Jan 26, 2026
What lessons can we take from their journey?
While spending time in the Akashic Forest, Dr. Henriksen noticed a specific mycelial pattern spreading across a decaying piece of wood. This pattern was noted before but in a separate location. Initially, this likeness reminded them of a neural network. Further expanding on this concept and further study led to the realization that this pattern also resembled a network of waterways. This revelation posed the question, how connected are we to mycelium? On a physical and spiritual level, it would seem that mycelium and fungal networks have the same capabilities of cognition and connect both our bodies and minds to the world around us. Upon retrieving a sample and studying the growth and its movement, it was discovered that the mycelium itself was able to cognitively make decisions and learn, as well as problem solve to circumvent obstacles and create the most efficient pathways to generate expedient decomposition of the wood.
What lessons can we take from their journey? Where do we go with this knowledge? In this lecture we will uncover the mysteries of the mycelium maze accompanied by an immersive audio companion.Together we will learn together through the science of understanding.
Note: Copies of this Audio Companion will be on sale along with other merch in the back after Dr. Henriksen's lecture in the Clark Rotunda.
Audio introductions taken from the free and official immersive ride at the JSF History Museum.
JSF might be the leading name in interstellar travel but did you know this astral projection magnate had humble beginnings as a tonic business? That's right! J.S.Fiber got their start selling health elixirs and miracle cures in a travelling pharmacy, even being one of the first to develop the "All Seeing Potion of Good Fortune." It was here that Fiber built their empire leading to that fateful day when the secrets of consciousness migration were finally bottled and offered to the public. In this immersive tour ride you will journey with Fiber as they sell their first line of Empyrean Elixirs to the eventual founding of JSF Astral Airways. While the soul of Fiber now lives in the central hub in the City of Glass, they are riding along with you as you journey through history! Now sit back and enjoy the story of JSF and Astral Airways!
Testimonials and Reviews From Real People
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"The first time I entered Vind IV I was not ready to be in such awe of the distant outlines of THE TOWERS."
"The legacy of Fiber truly is a shining beacon of relaxation!"
"...most ask us what the Astral Drift is made of and while I cannot reveal its ingredients, what I can say is it is perfectly safe"
Looping broadcast in The JSF Terminal
"Welcome astral traveller! You are about to enter a world of wonder, a mystical journey through space and time, and really, everything in between! Now I might just look like a hologram but I can assure you that my presence is felt through every fiber of this place. That was just a little joke for it is I, the living soul of J.S. Fiber, who will be your guide for your oncoming journey! Please make sure you've read all instructions in your welcoming packet and see the coupon included good at any cantina of your choice. When you are ready please make your way to the Hall of Departure 23 minutes before boarding. Our friendly helpers scattered across the Hub are there for you if you have questions. If this is your first time with us we welcome you aboard and if you are a returning member thank you for your continued patronage in the leading name of sublimation. We are committed to your safety and well-being and hope your time with us will be as pleasant as possible.
I don't want to give impressions when I use the word "remote." "Remote" and even "village" usually indicate a certain primitiveness that feels too reductive and, quite frankly, judgemental. When I say, "they are more inclined to believe in ghosts," this is not from an absence of scientific understanding or orthodox to spirituality. Their belief in ghosts is like a language they only can speak or a cultural heritage which would allow them to be more aware of their presence. I also feel the word "ghosts" indicates too much as I do not know what they are or if they even were former residences of this world.
They wouldn't talk to them in front of me however. I feel they were being polite not carrying on conversations with those who couldn't communicate. I could see it in their eyes however, commanding half of their attention as things of great fascination moved behind me. Sometimes whatever was happening would elicit laughter like a silent joke or comedy not meant for me. I don't want to give the impression I was covertly aware of everything like some savant who could perceive everything. I heard the others and often saw things but perhaps not in the way the others could. I am sure they heard things different than someone walking through a pile of dry leaves or seen things that were more than indescribable colors lingering in the wake of invisible boat which just sailed through the room. They know I know but don't want to make it seem like their joke is directed at me. I am sure what just happened was really funny.
Marina Hatzi wrote to me many years ago about this place and its uniqueness. I am no closer to understanding the reason for her correspondence despite my time here. I do not think of this place, however, as a puzzle which requires a solution. I too feel that the idea of understanding indicates this place is broken and needs to be put back together. the word "mystery" sometimes demands a resolution that I do not think is needed. A mystery to whom? I like putting myself in places where I do not understand and am content with being here as a guest while they sing in their houses in the evening. I haven't asked to join but I feel it would be impolite as I am sure they sing louder when in company of things they understand with greater clarity than I.
as previously discussed, our esteemed colleague, Associate Professor Weidenbach, has just returned from an academic exchange with the Darmstadt Institute For Subconscious Engineering, where she was involved with the Traumsgerüst (translated Dream Scaffold or Dream Framework) where she studied techniques for constructing pre-dream foundations. What this does is allow the dreamer to enter a more prepared state for dreaming, including dream environment design, rules, allowing different emotions to be present or not, etc. It was an illuminating experience, and as an outcome, Professor Weidenbach has produced four Dream Scaffold audio tracks aimed at giving the prepared dreamer specific foundations for exploring their subconscious state. As a novice, she admits they are more essays in the craft rather than the complex designs the academic staff at Darmstadt Institute are producing. However, Professor Weidenbach would be delighted to share these essays with the fellows of the Dream Journal Institute as a knowledge exchange.
If you find this acceptable, please follow the link below to hear the results. A visualisation of the essays has not been produced, though Professor Weidenbach hopes the design department can assist here.
She has of course returned with a Dresdener Stollen (available in the tea room on level 3), as per your specific request
Your faithfully,
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Academic Assistant to Associate Professor H. Weidenbach
Dream Journal Institute, Level 3, ext. 137
Oshima kept journals of his musical practices, but most of the entries are natural observations, verbal descriptions of sounds or combinations of sounds, and childhood memories. In the notes made around the suspected recording time of his debut album, Cityfield, Oshima recalls the strict observance of offering practices maintained by the elders of his community as a child. He spends far more time on that subject than on the composition or the equipment used, and in one such entry talks about a more unusual practice that left an impression:
“ - not only to individual spirits of house or stone, not only laid upon family altars. Some would petition the forest before walking through it, address the field as they weaved their way across. I saw it often enough that I never questioned it. My friends thought it was superstition, and couldn’t prove to each other strongly enough how little weight they placed in the idea that a place was capable of showing mutual respect to a person. But I don’t think it was a coincidence that they avoided the shortcuts that put them deep among the trees or on the rocky banks of that slow-moving old river…”
Oshima then recalls feeling alienated, unwanted, and anonymous when his first computing job took him to Tokyo, a population center at least a thousand times larger than that of his youth. Then in a separate entry, describes his return to the city after some unspecified time away. In it, he talks for the first time about addressing the “Cityfield”, a philosophical entity sleeping in the subconscious of the entire city of Tokyo - an entity not unlike the kami of Japanese tradition. He describes gently tossing an orange out of the window of a moving train as a form of offering as he entered the city. Entries over the next six months - which corresponds with the believed creation of the album - show a gradually more positive outlook as Oshima got his feet on the ground in the still-new location…
The Architect is responsible for the design and aesthetic compass for most of the Institutes architecture. The Architect is a collective name for a group of designers who submit work to be made under a mutual title for use in future projects. Often times an amalgamation of these designs are combined leading to truly unique and often overwhelming layouts which can be discontenting to some. One such structure was the The Architectonics 01 Building which was designed with no ingress except for a hidden passage which was discovered months after its opening. The Architect itself has no central office rather operates as a cloak and dagger design firm meeting in clandestine locations both on campus and off. This nature of avant architecture is antagonistic to building codes which are treated as suggestions if not annoyances. Most of the structures are eventually modified after the opening leading to its original openings more like performance pieces for people to experience its installations before safety inspectors find the places. "Undesignated" is a musical tribute to the firm's most recent piece which was so grand in its design it had to be taken down following its opening. The titles of the pieces and the memories of those in attendance serve as its final epitaph.
The Dream Journal Institute is proud to welcome Angel as a guest musician in the first of a split series with Dream Journal Faculty. Angel along with the △ Visions Unlimited ▽ corporation brings you healing music guided by celestial guardians.
Please visit angelambient.bandcamp.com for more heavenly works.
Outside of her teachings at the Dream Journal Institute, Dr. Evelyn Greene finds herself immersed in rich spiritual practice. While most of it, she has stated, is highly personal and not to be shared with others, her musical offering entitled “Luna” offers a glimpse into this magical practice.
“Luna is an ode to the Mother Moon and the divine feminine… Mother Moon’s pull on the tides of the Earth and my body and spirit… I recorded it with synthesizer with moonlight shining through my window…”
Many students of hers were surprised to learn of her magical practice, yet she has always kept details about her practice shrouded in secrecy. Her essay “Mindfulness, Musicology, and Magic” (Published by The Dream Journal Institute, year unknown) garnered much attention from students and colleagues alike, though some criticized it as “writings of a madwoman” and “an essay full of filler that adds no value.”
Look up there. What is the first shape you see, the first face? Whose is the first voice you hear? Perhaps they are objects of significance that you have yet to encounter, or people you have yet to embrace. The so-called "Cloud Hallucination" is an age-old phenomenon, existing for as long as there have been idling humans. Those willing to lie on their backs, soften the focus of their eyes, and watch, simultaneously, what travels across the sky and what travels through their minds. Terms like "scrying", "free association" "automatic drawing" have described similar attempts to overwhelm the rational mind by focusing on abstraction, but the phenomenon existed prior to the development of language. Towering Vertical is a loose-knit collective of meteorologists, occultists, artists, programmers, and psychonauts, and "Cloud School" is the first result of many months of collaborative work toward the creation of a synesthetic record of a series of Cloud Hallucinations observed and recorded in 199X, a particularly potent year for nebulous activity in Northern California and Southern Oregon.
To those who find this book / tape know that I care for you like I care for these grounds.
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Burnt Orange Sunrise: you know when you see a sunrise and try to take a picture but you know deep down it will never capture the feeling of being there feeling the air and silence because all of that is three dimensional and you are a bad photographer. I have seen the sunrise more than most as my day starts before dawn which means I have felt the longing to share moments I know I can never convey properly to others.
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Oh How The Leaves Fell: oh how the leaves fell / swaying in the wind / clinging to the hands of parents / succumbing to a gentle breeze / to collect in corners or in hallways / when someone enters on a windy day / you almost made it little one / you almost became someone new
ENJOY EXCERPTS FROM FAMED RESEARCHER SUSAN ELIZABETH BROWN'S RESEARCH NOTES SET TO THE SOOTHING TONES OF THE GALACTIC ENERGIES. ORATOR MIKE DEE SUBLIMINALLY IMPARTS THE IMPORTANCE OF THESE STUDIES THROUGHOUT THE DURATION OF THE MAGNETIC TAPE. CONTACT US FOR MORE SOUNDS FROM THE SISTER UNIVERSE.
chapter 1
I was once like you. Waking from endless, cascading dreams in fear and misunderstanding. Swirling nausea from parallel thoughts bypassing all of nature’s bulwarks. Barriers penetrated, precious sensory fragments exfiltrated to unknown destinations by supposed “benevolent” forces I no longer trust. I was asleep at the wheel at all times. My inner safeguards laughable. Until the dream itself sparked in me a thought in its own self-defense. Total strength. Mental fortress. Unbidden but for once welcome. Astral resolve grew, and I muttered and proclaimed my newfound extra-conscious mantra to myself for 10 minutes. MENTAL FORTRESS. I was in tune with wavelengths untapped by lowly man and able to wield them as a material for constructing the ultimate stronghold. ...
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chapter 2
Oh, the darkness, welcome darkness. Bringer of sleep, rest, and peace. Time for rebuilding the body, repelling the endless parade to corpsehood. But what foul entity lurks? Darkness within darkness. Traitor within the healing dreamscape. The nightmare. Blackening the walls of your MENTAL FORTRESS. Soot and ash choke the whisper of regeneration. Stifling your potential. Familiar? All too, I am sure. But there are ways to overcome and subvert. What if this power was not against you, but with you? At your command. What then could your will accomplish? Fear itself would fear you. ...
Maintenance log, summer 2025 (by the Wayside Shrine Records Management Department)
M June 29. Clogged Estuaries of Mind caused a thought inundation near the Crystalline Caves. Sent hydraulic and psychological crew.
M July 7. A Vibrational Flight felled some trees in the Akashic Forest. Sent gardeners.
M July 9. The Observatory kept projecting the wrong number of stars. Asked Dr. Trentini, according to his calculations everything was within acceptable dream-turbulence fluctuations range.
M July 13. Campus radio stuck on Stellar Core Remnant Transmissions. Sent maintenance crew.
M July 22. Resonance between Angelic Healing and The Healing Concerts caused everyone in the radius of 10 miles to be cured of all minor sicknesses. Sent obfuscating crew to make it seem a hoax by the local newspapers.
M July 27. Lost three contractors to Inner Explorations. Sent recovery crew.
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Lost: a Mid-day Reflection. If found, please bring to director Graves at the Crystalline Caves.
Lost: lecture notes on Future Botany. Please return to Gemma Calvin. Reward: a Chronodrifting Tulip bulb.
Found: 2 hours of sleep near the Visionary Library [or other DJI place of your choice]. Dreams include a walk through the Akashic forest and an underwater meditation.
Found: an Atlantean Echo outside of the dreaming dorms. Please collect ASAP.
"Betty Harris" (2025) by J.A. Carson from The J.A. Carson Radio Hour (10:00)
Transmission Six - Program 1 (10:00)
The Upper Room - Girl of My Dreams (2025) from The Spindle (10:00)
Transmission Six - Program 2 (10:00)
--Listener Submission--
Jeremy Harrison - Aberrant Stars: A Variegation of Love and Blight (10:00)
jeremyharrison.bandcamp.com
Transmission Six - Program 3 (10:00)
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Past Archive
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Jeff & Crystal
Jun 6, 2025
"Firmamanet" (1983-2024) Preview
Please join us for an early private stream of "Firmamanet" (1983-2024), a compilation of unreleased synth music from 1983-2024 by local alchemists Jeff & Crystal for the Dream Journal Institute.
Codes on the Bandcampcamp page
Public release: September 1st 2025
Graduation Day 2025
May 29, 2025
Celestial Emissaries
The Dream Journal Institute would like to thank you all for the 2024/2025 School Year. Have a relaxing Summer and we will see you in the Fall. Stay Safe Travellers
"The Inner Planets" [Excerpt] (2025) by A. Adderstone from Music For Planetariums (10:00)
"Bridge To Higher Consciousness" [Medley] (1969) by Irma Glenn from Bridge To Higher Consciousness (10:00)
"Sunrise Ritual, Pintail Lake" (2025) by Montague P. Hickswythe from The Astral Realms III (10:00)
"Hringadróttinssaga" [Medley] (1990) by Unknown from Föruneyti hringsins (10:00)
Walking With The Clouds"" (2025) by Susan Elizabeth Brown from The Astral Realms III (10:00)
Contact us today to hear your music through the magic of radio.
Waterscapes
Apr 30, 2025
New Library Opening
The Fable Brooks Memorial Library is now open to the public. Named in honor of a frequent writer to the Institute, Fable Brooks began sending her cassette tapes to the Dream Gazette. Now with an archive of countless hours, The Fable Brooks Memorial Library houses the entirety of the foundational collection. Spiraling miles underground, visitors can wander its labyrinthian stacks playing the cassette tapes and reel to reels from decades of submissions by way of donated equipment which also makes up the majority of its undercrofts. An abbreviated selection: Waterscapes will be available at Dream Gazette stands. See below for coupons.
At 7pm on the warmest day of Spring, The Visionary Library will open their doors for exactly one hour to the public. This rare opportunity allows the public a limited time to go through the collections and find the newest Ryu Oshi exhibit I Slept Through The Storm. As with years past, the doors will close exactly one hour past the last person entering and anyone still inside will be given a cot to sleep on until morning during business egress hours. We welcome you to the Visionary Library and hope you find what you are looking for.
Dr. Niccolò Trentini mid-term exams will be held at the third homotopy level of the Poincaré dream manifold. Finding the exam venue is worth 75% of the grade.
CALENDARIO DEGLI ESAMI
La prova intermedia del corso del dott. Niccolò Trentini si terrà al terzo livello di omotopia della varietà dei sogni di Poincaré. Trovare il luogo dell'esame vale il 75% del voto.
Realm of Chaos And Night
Mar 26, 2025
Realm of Chaos And Night
Dream Journal
Feb 4, 2025
The Brain Lab
"i had a dream last night where the inside of my brain was being remade into a laboratory with many levels of workshops and storages, cafeteria and a swimming pool. in which "myself" was swimming while observing all the other employees doing their job, as the whole structure was dissected into 2/3 planar view." - DREAMER #726
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Codes For Sweethearts
Jan 22, 2025
Planetary Compersion by Geoffery Eric Michaels III
“I remember the most important thing was that he had money, he wanted to give it to us, and he didn’t care how we used it,” recalls Doreen Studebakker, a longtime steward of the Public Observatory, which was located for decades in the area of Monterey California, near Big Sur, before being dismantled in 2014. “During an era when scientific inquiry was mostly not happening where defense was not involved, individual rich eccentrics became the backers of a lot of what might be called ‘unproductive’ research - where no conclusions were marketable or otherwise exploitable, but served just as a general deposit into the bank of human knowledge. Usually these folks were there with blank checks, but there was always some tertiary goal of sending their legacy to space, or otherwise bolstering a bruised ego.”
Mrs. Studebakker is almost impossibly articulate in her speech, well into her 70s. She occasionally closes her eyes while recalling a memory, almost as if to internally examine an image of the person or scene she is describing. She seems to close them more frequently when talking about the Public Observatory’s mysterious benefactor.
[9:53 AM]
“Our crew received a letter one day, delivered by courier, from a bag handcuffed to his wrist no less, to the office we had been using for the plans for the observatory. It was starting to seem like a pipe dream - an important funder had just backed out despite the combined expertise of two architects, one engineer, one member of the region’s government who was volunteering his time. In addition to myself, there was another astronomer, both of us interested not just in research but in sharing the knowledge and wonder of the field, perhaps in the form of presentations for school field trips or family nights. It was a good crew, all of us scientists in our own way, interested in the method, the inquiry, the revision.
“So when the courier produced this letter, we almost didn’t have the time to register our shock. I picked up the envelope quickly. ‘To The Public Observatory, LLC’ and our address, which was not in fact public at that time. On the back: ‘From the offices of Geoffrey Eric Michaels III - Hong Kong/Köln/Big Sur’. Inside the envelope, a large check, half the size of a piece of notebook paper, with the amount line blank, but otherwise endorsed and filled properly. Memo line: ‘In support of The Public Observatory’. Also inside the envelope was a single embossed card, which had two phone numbers on it - one an 800 number labeled “collect”, where the other was unlabeled and definitely to a location outside of the country, though none of us recognized the country code. I have to recall a kind of shimmer of nervous laughter going round the room - this was by far the most interesting single development in 16 months of work on this project. Our politician stood up, going for the phone…
[9:53 AM]
Working toward a result or sometimes abandoning it. The process of opening a non university-backed observatory - truly independent, at least of institutions - had suffered its ups and downs, but for the first time it was starting to seem like abandonment of the idea was a real possibility.
[9:53 AM]
“So when the courier produced this letter, we almost didn’t have the time to register our shock. I picked up the envelope quickly. ‘To The Public Observatory, LLC’ and our address, which was not in fact public at that time. On the back: ‘From the offices of Geoffrey Eric Michaels III - Hong Kong/Köln/Big Sur’. Inside the envelope, a large check, half the size of a piece of notebook paper, with the amount line blank, but otherwise endorsed and filled properly. Memo line: ‘In support of The Public Observatory’. Also inside the envelope was a single embossed card, which had two phone numbers on it - one an 800 number labeled “collect”, where the other was unlabeled and definitely to a location outside of the country, though none of us recognized the country code. I have to recall a kind of shimmer of nervous laughter going round the room - this was by far the most interesting single development in 16 months of work on this project. Our politician stood up, going for the phone…
Have you ever had a dream so vivid you had to write it down? We want to hear that dream. See those dreams come to life in one of our printed zines or set to music by our team of professionals. Nothing is too silly or inconsequential.
The Visionary Library
Sep 9, 2024
I Am Underwater
“Can you hear the bubbling of the brook if you are lying in its bed? /// No? Then what else can you hear?” -- Taken from liner notes found.
[ The Dream Journal Institute and this tape are the physical and metaphysical property of DREAM JOURNAL LLC. The structure, organization and finances of its commercial store contain valuable trade secrets and confidential information of THE JOURNAL LLC.]
Along The Aurora River
Jul 7, 2024
Interview Segements With Klaus Wolfe
I am often asked how I make music for an entire university. My office is not secret but many do not know where it is. It gives me space to work being semi hidden. My door looks like a regular broom closet or plain door but inside is a large room with instruments. What I play is amplified on the speakers throughout the campus. There are speakers hidden in rocks and in the trees, some under the sidewalks or in the hallways. What you are hearing is being played at that time. There is no prerecorded music. Aurora River is the afternoon melody that I play from 2pm to 2:20pm. The name was taken from the place I saw when I first heard the melodies many years ago. It is one of my favorites and absolutely not subliminal.
Astral Realms I
Jan 9, 2024
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I wanted to give you the background on some amazing new products available in our catalog. You may have seen me on TV or read about our work at the Dream Journal Institute. Some of you may be enrolled in our at home certification program for divination, telepathy, or hypnosis. Some of you maybe strangers and to you I say "hello, greetings and welcome".
Wherever you are on your own journey, be it spiritual, personal, or scientific, The Dream Journal Institute offers a variety of musical products to aid in your great search. From dream visions to guided self meditation, the products we offer are drawn straight from the great place of inspiration. Up until today, the research we were undertaking was not available to the public and only heard by the researchers and academics on our campus. Today we offer a variety of products including a brand new compilation THE ASTRAL REALMS I.
In this compilation on two cassette tapes, you will hear musical renditions and recordings from The Dream College. Whether or not it is recreations of melodies heard in dreams or the sonorous sounds of machines built from ancient schematics, this sampler will be your guide into the world of THE ASTRAL REALMS. Side A presents the melodious findings of Klaus Wolfe and the surreal bliss of Richard Greenriver while Side B introduces newcomer Jean-Baptiste Plante with longtime collaborator Helyg Weidenbach. Though these names might be new to some, the academic weight of them or others will surely be a treat for others.
Inspired by the explorers of old, The Dream Journal Institute maps out realms beyond our material plane. Started before the founding of the College, THE ASTRAL REALMS was the name of a research project undertaken by academics and mystics with the goal of charting a place with no name with only dreams as their compass. Today the Institute collects dream journals from around the world to map the ASTRAL REALMS. The collection you will soon have in your collection are the musical sketches of this place either taken from dreams, hypnosis, or induced trances. They are postcards from a far off place beyond our imagination.
A Discount For The Eons
Dec 23, 1980
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The Healing Concerts By Sisi
Mar 2, 1979
Lifestyle Article / Advertisement
The Dream Journal Institute is excited to showcase the first volume from its new VISIONARY LIBRARY. What was once only available to researchers, archivists, and the people in attendance to the events, THE HEALING CONCERTS BY SISI is the first commercial collection of recordings by famed mystic SISI. Feel the power of time magic from the comfort of your living room as the famed "chrono consort" plays a concert just for you!
THE HEALING CONCERTS BY SISI is drawn from the extensive collection curated by STEWART ROSIE (S.R) of THE VISIONARY LIBRARY. The library is a special archive of thousands of mystical recordings from public events and private functions and used in research and scientific experiments. S.R might be the lead conservator but his interest in the SISI phenomenon is more than an academic curiosity.
With a family history rooted in alchemy and astrology, SISI was almost a household name for S.R and his family. At a very young age, S.R attended his first HEALING CONCERT, a name that would describe a series of gatherings for the the mythical figure of SISI. Very early, S.R was fascinated by the sounds and the implication that the performer, SISI, was none other than Empress Elisabeth of Austria somehow present in our current time period and im possession of future technology. S.R began recording these concerts and it was his recordings which was the foundation to a recording network which existed among SISI's most ardent fans. These tapes, which never saw commercial release, were among the first to be cataloged in the VISIONARY LIBRARY at the same time S.R became its lead conservator. THE HEALING CONCERTS BY SISI is the first official commercial collection taken from these recordings and are now for you to witness the power of TIME MAGIC.
Don’t worry we shall have wonderful dreams, and when we wake up it’ll be spring
Edith Graves is the senior musical director at the Dream Journal Institute's "Dream Dorms". While participants sleep for collection of data in journals, Edith performs private concerts twice a day to aid the sojourning dreamers. She acts as the "Sleep Warden" and has created two programs from morning and evening to guide the sleeping ones on a safe journey. What you are hearing are the two programs which were broadcast throughout the dorms during Summer of this year. The "Crystalline Caves" are what participants documented having all experienced while listening to this music. The sleepers told of majestic ice kingdoms "far beyond the Horn of Tlelan." These programs have been recreacted and recorded by the artist for your at home experience. Journey now with us to the Crystalline Caves with Music by Edith Graves.
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