TRIBAL REALITIES VOL2 - Special Edition - January 2011

Marco Spada Re-Prezentz

Tribal Realities volume 2

Special Edition, January 2011

5-Tunes 5-Tales 31-Pages!

My Name is Katana

Crossing the Great Water to Find The Superior Man

Le Soleil

Escaping GorĂŠe Island

Resolucion Indigena

Aknowledgement. Re-Generation. Awakening.

Guerreiros do Arco-Iris Awakening the RainBow Nation

A Christmas Day in Sierra Leone The Griot from Kroo Bay

Visions,

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Tribal Realities Table of Contents

01 Intro TRIBAL REALITIES, VOL.2: The EP 02 My Name is Katana Crossing the Great Water to Find the Superior Man

14 Le Soleil Escaping Gorée Island 20 Resolucion Indigena Aknowledgement. Re-Generation. Awakening.

24 Guerreiros do Arco-Iris Awakening The RainBow Nation

26 Christmas Day in Sierra Leone The Griot from Kroo Bay

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Intro TRIBAL REALITIES, VOL-2

Awakening the RainBow Nation

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welcome to this very Special Edition of TRIBAL REALITIES magazine, which will be your companion and guide to illustrate all of these music-triggered visions. I started this project in August 2010 with the idea to produce a concept-album where all the songs were inherently connected. Each song is a world, an experience. Each song is a story. Each story is a song. Hence, the idea to match the music with a selection of illustrated tales. Therefore, as I composed, played and produced each and every song...I wrote a selection of visionary short stories and lyrics. At the same time, I’ve been sketching, painting and editing visionary illustrations to complete the narrative. It has been an emotional and creative tour de force in 5 months, and finally the whole project is ready for you to Experience!

TRIBAL REALITIES VOL.2 is a Concept-Album in 5 Tunes: a rich and diverse album where Dubstep Sub-Bass Lines, Deep House Rhodes, Drum and Bass Beatz, Afro-Cuban Flavors and AfroBeat Infinite Grooves take place in a Tribal framework of Realities.

TRIBAL REALITIES VOL.2 is a Concept-Magazine in 5 Tales: Follow the visionary adventure of the Apprentice on its way to meet a mysterious Japanese Samurai(p.02), Escape from Gorée Island (p. 14), Immerse Your-Self in a Supra-Mental tale of Awakening(p.20), Meet the RainBow Nation (p.24), Listen to the vibes of Kroo Bay’s Griot (p. 26).

Deploy this magazine and its music as Power-Full Tool towards a Self-Discovery Journey of Transformation and Elevation.

Enjoy the Ride!

刀 Keep it Tribal, Keep It Real, Marco Katana Spada, RainBow Nation TRIBAL REALITIES VOL II - 1

“cross the great water and find the superior man!” following the directions of the wise chinese oracle Lao Nai-hsuan, he jumped on the first flight heading to japan (日本)... 日本 is the treasure chest of asian millenary knowledge and this story is A DUBSTEP MIX OF digital hi-techs and ancestral wisdom. charmed by the cyber-magic spells of akihabara denki gai ( the eletric town 秋葉原電気街 ), lost in THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF shinjuku CITY ( 新 宿区 ) , the apprentice unconsciously jumped on the shinkansen bullet train ( 弾丸列車 ) towards an unknown destination...

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Iésci sole scagliénto mperatore scanniéllo mio rargiénto ca vale quattuciento

Africa Sculpture I. just my pencil on cardboard (A3) , TRIBAL REALITIES Series, Marco Spada © 2010

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Pag 6,8,9: Sumi Ink Calligraphies, Japanese Calligraphy Series, Marco Spada Š 2010

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follow lao-tzu directions:

“he who knows others is clever, he who knows himself is enlighted” thus, this is the time to be enlighted. behold!

Off the train. His train of thoughts still running - “Who is the Superior Man? How am I gonna find Him?” Lost in the Japanese countryside. He found Him-Self surrounded by the green and wet presence of rice paddies. Everywhere. Emerald landscapes of lush vegetation comforting his Heart. Suddendly, the Green Hill of rice paddies gradually faded into the Sacred Red Hill of Uluru.

“W-what is happening, now? - he said, feeling dim and dizzy - Uluru is in Australia not in Japan!”

The young Apprentice had a special feeling. So, facing the Sun, he started to send a Voice. He cried his Sacred Songs. Then, a sudden beat of wings... he shivered. Right in front of him a two-winged being started talking - “ I am the Bird of Golden Feathers. I know you crossed the Great Water to meet the Superior Man. “ “R-right” - the Apprentice stammered with difficulty, completely stoned by that gorgeous apparition.

“Don’t get lost. “ - the Bird continued - “Uluru is everywhere...when you are in the DreamTime State of Consciousness. “ The inexperienced young man nodded the head with gratitude, then asked - “Oh, Brilliant Bird of Golden Feathers, I want to meet the Superior Man. I am humbly asking for your help and guidance...”

The Brilliant Bird then replied - “Follow the New Path. Move beyond Aristotle’s Principle of Non-Contradiction.

Indeed, [Every-Thing Is] and [Every-Thing Is Not].

This is the Unveiled Truth. Behold! “ TRIBAL REALITIES VOL II - 7

He felt an eletrical wave of Energy heating his bod his physical body. Accellerating. Light

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There is The One.

dy. He closed his eyes. Losing the perception of t. Speed. Piercing the Veil of Illusion.

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“Wait, Where am I?” - the young Apprentice yelled while trying to find his position in space and time. He lost all his personal coordinates.

He was frightned. As all the average men, he identifies himself with his mind and body. Therefore, violating the mental Principle of NonContradiction, he lost the little he knew about himself. But beyond the mental logic, there’s another logic. Having moved beyond Aristotle’s Principles, he discovered a New Land. The Supra-Mental Land.

He looked around, trying to familiarize with the immediate surroundings. The Sun passing through an emerald bush of thick bamboo, a serpentine of stone steps designing a path into the Unknown .

“Follow the New Path. “- he repeated out loud and several times the words of the Almighty Bird of Golden Feathers. Summoning up all his courage he decided to follow that new and unknown path, hopefully leading to the Superior Man. Bearing in mind Lao-Tzu words - “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step” - he started to walk into the mysterious bamboo bush.

He eventually arrived to a clearing in the bush, where he decided to rest for a while. A dense network of bamboo, just like sacred pillars, created an intricate yet perfect arboreal architecture. Staring at the Sun, filtering thorugh the lush vegetation, he asked with a loud voice ” Who is the Superior Man?” 10 - TRIBAL REALITIES VOL II

Suddendly, a Voice echoed - “The Superior Man is Your-Self. Not your ego, not your body nor your mind. The Superior Man is your Inner Core Vibes, your Tribal Realities. It is time you meet the Samurai Warrior you had been in your past life. It is time to know your real name. Behold!“ TRIBAL REALITIES VOL II - 11

Know ThySelf Beyond the Cyber-Techs of Akihabara Denki Gai Beyond the Bright Lights of Shinjuku City In The Rice Paddies of Emerald In The Sacred Red Hill of Uluru I stood.

Sending a Voice to The Bird of Golden Feathers Beyond Aristotle’s Non-Contradiction Principle In a DreamTime State of Consciousness I have been.

Activating My Tribal Realities Accessing My Inner Core Vibes Unleashing Unknown Powers I Elevated My Being to Meet the Superior-Man. My-Self.

Now, I Know My Name Is KATANA!

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Le Soleil

Escape from Gorée Island

I am a prisoner in Gorée Island.

Backs against the wall, we are forced inna narrow and dirty hole: Maison des Esclaves, I am a slave here.

They want to exploit me.

They want to export me for their triangular trade.

They want me to pass through the Door of No Return.

They gonna fail. For I am no ordinary man.

I am calling My Ancestors.

My Heart, The Beat of My Drum.

My Drum is calling Dem. Dem. Dem. Dem. Dem.

Prisoner. mixed media on cardboard (A3) , TRIBAL REALITIES Series, Marco Spada © 2010 TRIBAL REALITIES VOL II - 15

My Sweet Son, I Hear Your Pain.

The Beat of Your Heart Is Chanting My Name.

I made an offering to the Sky. I am gonna Cast a Spell.

As Father Sun rises over Mother Earth, Jump on the Sun Shine Rays and Run. Be Free!

The Ancestors gave him the Knowledge to see in his Powers. He traced ancestral symbols and sacred geometry patterns. He uttered words from an unknown language, waiting for the dawn to come.

“I’ll come back and rescue all of you!” - he told his brothers in pain.

The following day, the filthy traders came to get their precious commodity of flesh, blood and bones. But they found nothing!

“Witchcraft! this is tribal witchcraft! “ - they screamed out

loud, crossing themselves, frightened by what they’ve seen: an empty cell, without an escaped slave.

“He just disappeared!” - rumors spreading like infections in the House of Slaves - “Hahaha! He left the chains and the big iron ball for them to see his Powers!!”

Higher in the Sky, Father Sun was shining.

His Son was finally Free.

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Cariatide Congo. mixed media on cardboard (A3) , TRIBAL REALITIES Series, Marco Spada © 2010 TRIBAL REALITIES VOL II - 17

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LE SOLEIL! “The Sun rises over the Earth: The image of PROGRESS. Thus the Superior Man Himself Brightens His Bright Virtue. “ Hence, I Beat My Drum to Liberate All My Brothers.

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Resolucion Indigena AKNOWLEDGEMENT “We are killing Our Mother Earth” - driving his car through the grey sub-urban sprawl - “and we are pretty good at it. “ Actually, how is it it possible to create a sophisticated yet fragile global system of production, generating infinite junk no one knows how to get rid of?

“This man-made house of cards is gonna fall real soon” - he concluded, drumming on the steering wheel - ”You know what?

I am tired of all this. I wanna go home”. Pedal to the metal.

JUMPING Back home. Centered in the complex patterns of arabesque flowers on the carpet, lying on the floor, he felt asleep. Dreaming...

“Jump into the rainfall. Jump!” - a soft and Power-full Voice said.

His rational side, altered and alerted, warned his senses, anticipating the vision of his physical body smashed to the ground. Frames of Life dancing in front of his Consciousness just like a Bollywood movie. But the Voice in the Heart of the Apprentice, calmly, repeated - “Jump. Jump, Now!” He jumped.

RE-GENERATION Floating in mild water. Re-generation.

“Where...” - astonished, staring at a huge Dome, carved in the undergrounds of Mother Earth, yet bright and shining like Father Sun. The cave was one giant Dome, opening into the bright light above.

Luminescent waters filled the whole space.

“I feel relieved, finally...” - floating in Peace. Bliss-full Peace. - “ it is like I finally got rid of a cluncky armour.”

The Apprentice realized his New State of Being, while giving away some last rounds of sub-optimal patterns of thoughts and negative feelings. Liberation is floating in Bliss. Floating in this awareness, he realized other Beings were floating in their cocoon of Bliss-full Peace. Liberation.

“You can stay as long as you want. It is your time for Re-Generation” - the Voice in his Heart, spoke again. Floating in Love, wrapped in a shell of Light Vibes, the Apprentice Shaman stood.

Silence.

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AWAKENING He woke up.

Free as a Bird and ready to fly. High.

“How long did I sleep?” - he wonderd - “ I really needed some solid sleep, I guess”. Sitting on the bed, staring at the wooden beams joints of the ceiling. It was an ancient Italian casale, dating back to the XVI century: stone-made thick walls, wooden beams and cotto pavements. Local people called that tall country house “La Torre”, the Tower.

“Time to get out of bed, uh?” - barefoot and naked, he went down stairs. It was very early for the Sun was just starting to manifest his presence. A subtle beam of light was coming inside the house, piercing a little windowpane hanging on the wall.

PULLING THE DIDJERIDOO He pulled the didjeridoo. A didjeridoo is just a hollowed trunk of tree. Simple as that. You breath in to generate a low, buzzing drone sound. It sounds funny, but, as a matter of fact, it is a high technology device from an ancestral civilization. Actually, If you got the proper Wisdom and Knowledge, the didjeridoo is a sophisticated Low-Frequency Oscillator (LFO) launching your consciousness beyond the physical-mental worlds. Beyond. And this “Beyond” is called “Dream Time”. Indeed, Aboriginal people from Australia use this ultimate device in their sacred ceremonies. Simply put, didjeridoo is a bridge towards DreamTime.

His lips wrapped around the beeswax of the mouthpiece. Deeply inspiring, holding for an undefinable amount of time, then he let go a powerful sequence of drones.

Searching for the right frequency. “Try and try again, until your Heart knows” - the Shaman told him. He went on and on like this for a while in the silence of the coming morning.

“Gotcha” - he thought then started to follow the endless cycle of what is called “circular breathing”. Now, he was locked into the right frequency to start the journey. Didjeridoo vibes were one of his favourite ways to access the DreamTime State of Consciousness (DTSC).

Pulling.

Pulling.

Pulling.

The didj vibes shaking his whole being. Awakening the Serpent of Light. From the darkness of his mental screen, the vision of the Dome emerged. Again. He shivered.

“Wake ‘em up!”

“Wake ‘em up!”

“Wake ‘em up!”

The Heart of the Apprentice Shaman was singing out loud. “Yeah, I guess now it’s time to wake’em up!” The DTSC Dome pulsating with Vibrant Light. Brilliant cocoons slowly levitated towards the center of the Dome. Following thin and shining light-wires, each and every cocoon found its way up above.

“They are waking up.” - he shivered - “my music is waking up their consciousness”.

Indeed, They are waking up. And if you are reading this...You Are One of Them...

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<<THE “WARRIORS OF THE RAINBOW” WOULD SHOW THE PEOPLES THAT THIS “ANCIENT BEING” (THE GREAT SPIRIT), IS FULL OF LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING, AND TEACH THEM HOW TO MAKE THE EARTH (ELOHI) BEAUTIFUL AGAIN. THESE WARRIORS WOULD GIVE THE PEOPLE PRINCIPLES OR RULES TO FOLLOW TO MAKE THEIR PATH RIGHT WITH THE WORLD. THESE PRINCIPLES WOULD BE THOSE OF THE ANCIENT TRIBES. THE WARRIORS OF THE RAINBOW WOULD TEACH THE PEOPLE OF THE ANCIENT PRACTICES OF UNITY, LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING.>>

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<< SOME TIME IN THE FUTURE, THE INDIANS SAID, THE ANIMALS WOULD BEGIN TO DISAPPEAR. PEOPLE WOULD NO LONGER SEE THE WOLF, OR THE BEAR, OR THE EAGLES. AND, THE STORY GOES, THE GIANT TREES WOULD ALSO DISAPPEAR. AND PEOPLE WOULD FIGHT WITH EACH OTHER AND NOT LOVE EACH OTHER. AND, THE STORY GOES, THE BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW IN THE SKY WOULD FADE AWAY, AND PEOPLE WOULD NOT SEE THE RAINBOW ANYMORE. WELL, CHILDREN WOULD COME. AND THESE CHILDREN WOULD LOVE THE ANIMALS, AND THEY WOULD BRING BACK THE ANIMALS. THEY WOULD LOVE TREES, AND THEY WOULD BRING BACK THE GIANT TREES. AND THESE CHILDREN WOULD LOVE OTHER PEOPLE AND THEY WOULD HELP PEOPLE TO LIVE IN PEACE WITH, EACH OTHER. AND THESE CHILDREN WOULD LOVE THE RAINBOW, AND THEY WOULD BRING BACK THE BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW IN THE SKY. FOR THIS REASON THE INDIANS CALLED THESE CHILDREN THE RAINBOW WARRIORS.>>

Guerreiros do Arco-Iris Old Native American Prophecy TRIBAL REALITIES VOL II - 25

XMAS DAY

IN SIERRA LEONE Sometimes I am a Lion relaxing under the sun.

Sometimes I am a Japanese Samurai turned into an Apprentice Shaman Other times I am a Captive Slave dissolved into Sun Shine Rays Some Other Times I am just a Kid from Kroo Bay, the slum shantytown in Freetown, Sierra Leone.

All the Time, I am a Story-teller.

I am Free even when my country is not.

I am a Griot.

Temne, Mende and Krio languages Listen to the Vibes of My Xmas Day Tale...

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artistâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s statement I am a Shaman, painting Visions. Leveraging the Powers of word_music_video_art, I guide Rare Souls to their own destinations. Are You One of Them? Beyond the reductionist-cartesian paradigm, I create Spaces of Trascendence giving voice to Human Beingâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s pristine desire: going beyod the physical body, towards Higher Levels of Consciousness. I explore transpersonal dynamics, depict enlightning experiences, taking part into the Vibrant Dance of the Universe: the Simultaneous and Multiple Unity. My Art is Magic, because it mediates between the Natural and the SuperNatural...

Are You Ready for some Magic in Your Life?

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I Dedicate this Special Edition to Sai Baba, My Beloved Guru. OM Jay Sai Ram! TRIBAL REALITES, raising consciousness since January 2008, is an underground visual magazine, creatively blending Ancestral Knowledge with 21st Century Culture.

Back Issues: http://issuu.com/tribalrealities http://www.scribd.com/document_collections/2317359 Submit As the Editor, I am inna Perpetual Beta State, always open to original, pristine and visionary contributions. If you would like to contribute to TRIBAL REALITIES just email me and I will get back to you. Want an Ad inserted in TR magazine?

In both cases, contact me at: tribalrealities@gmail.com http://tribalrealities.blogspot.com/ Everything designed/painted/edited/produced/post-produced by Marco Spada COPYRIGHT Š MARCO SPADA 2010

Much Love To Those who have spread the word, contributed to, and simply enjoyed Tribal Realities.Blessings!

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