infrared
remembrance, regression, symbiosis, fertility, heat, darkness, heaviness, earth.
"big mama" is playing. it is quiet and warm, it reminds us of the darkness of the womb. hidden by their low vibration reminds them of the extinct embers of orange-black color.
a powerful negress, with red meat under their black skin. big mama opens her soft arms, where as in velvet sinking. a stately, mature, and grounded woman. through them you can relax in the time before your birth back, the warm and pleasant enclosed like a fetus. the time has not yet started and the sun is still no name - symbiosis, forgetting, collective unconscious.
do you feel not welcome, and you wish you were never born? believe is neglected, a cruel and icy world exposed? then call your mom infrared that you provide to submit their large breasts. mhmmm.
adapt but a bit on where you rest on her bosoms. you can not easily return to the infant, and in their umrißlosen darkness hides not only gentle schmuserei. morbidity and nameless horror loose, you can flood, if you take too long, under her influence therein.
if your archaic locktöne hear, feel how they dampen your heartbeat. dark memories of ancient sacrifices. big mama infrared weighs their hips to the sound of muffled drums macumba.
therapy of color of karl ryberg mosaik verlag 1992 page 94-95
