Music and Lyrics by: Matthew Mossotti

Produced by: Efekt and Matthew Mossotti

Vocals by: Matthew Mossotti

Acoustic, Rhythm, Lead, and Bass Guitars by: Matthew Mossotti

Beats and Synthesizer by: Efekt

Engineered by: Efekt

PLAY SONG 01 Cross Over Criminal

Cross Over Criminal (Lyrics)

By Matthew Aaron Mossotti

Come on, cross over criminal

The Son patrols your whole soul

“Listen, you wanton creature

Lounging in your security

Saying, ‘I am, and there’s none besides me.’

You have said, ‘No one sees me.’

You have trusted your wicked ways.

Saying, ‘I am, and there’s none besides me.’”

Come on, cross over criminal

The Son patrols your whole soul

“From birth you were called Rebel.

Keep on then, with your magic spells

There is not one that can save you.

In spite of all your sorcery,

Stargazing counsel, astrology,

There is not one that can save you.”

Come on, cross over criminal

The Son patrols your whole soul

You’re mind’s eye is corrupted by diseased evolutionism

Spinning, coiling, circular, serpentine logic has you hypnotized

You’re not the way!

You’re not the way!

You’re not the way!

You’re not the way!

Come on, cross over criminal

The Son patrols your whole soul

~ From a Philosophical Observation on the Problem of Mass and the Young vs. Einstein Paradox of Light – a Unifying Philosophical Composition of Arranged Theory, Resolving the Old Physics with an Introduction to the Final Physics of the Fluid Space-Time Paradigm ~

By Matthew Aaron Mossotti

~ Resolving the paradox of light through the conclusion that light is exclusively and always only a particle that causes waves to form in the fabric of space-time, I forever put to rest all quasi-scientific theories involving probabilism – Indeed, God does not play dice. On the problematic issue of “mass-assignment,” from the fluid space-time paradigm postulated in this theory, as described in Sir Isaac Newton’s work on the resistance of spherical bodies in fluid mediums, I conclude that all property of mass is derived from matter’s displacement of the fluid space-time energy field, which I describe as having an inversely centrifugal flow towards and in proportion to its own displacement. As a corollary, the notion of a flowing fluid space-time fabric quite naturally produces an ensuing unifying theory of gravity, which here emerges as the long awaited synthesis of the Standard Model of Particle Physics and Einstein’s General Relativity. Super-Relativity posits that the fluid fabric of space-time is an energy form that, by its nature, eludes conventional detection and I have herein offered a hypothesis to its ontology, which also serves to resolve the apparent contradiction involving particle-antiparticle annihilation, as posited by the operating Standard Model. Herein, I have offered an outlined philosophical constitution for what can only be called the Final Physics. It is my supreme hope that those mathematicians and physicists who make the economy of the living universe their business will, from this philosophical foundation, manufacture new and true equations that describe perfectly the fluid space-time paradigm. As a corollary, this is the platform off of which functional anti-gravity equations should ultimately abound. ~

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By Matthew Mossotti

Little Monster, that’s a mighty moan

for a crooked creepster so far from home

Little Monster, chasing girls;

You’re a drooling demon animal

A poison angel got inside you

You’re arsonist spirit blows a fire at life

BUT YOU WANT LOVE!

YOU WANT LOVE!

ALL YOU WANT IS LOVE!

Little Monster, that’s a giant groan

For a twisted trickster in a rabbit hole

Little Monster, hoarding gold;

You’re a dreaming dragon; a falling star

A poison angel got inside you

You’re arsonist spirit blows a fire at life

BUT YOU WANT LOVE!

YOU WANT LOVE!

ALL YOU WANT IS LOVE!

$%&@!%&; &%!@$@&#$…

You’re arsonist spirit blows a fire at life

BUT YOU WANT LOVE!

YOU WANT LOVE!

ALL YOU WANT IS LOVE!

By Matthew Mossotti

Conditioning agent demons lying circles through your head;

Trip you up and tie you down, scribble nonsense on your heart.

They try to hide Imago Dei vis-à-vis your human being -

- with all their isms and their hate, spinning strung-out theory-tales.

Animal with a soul!

You’re of the world and above;

Animal with a soul!

You’re from the dust, up to Love!

Hurricanes building airplanes in junkyard mathematician’s brains;

Atoms humming harmonies; carbon life-formed symphonies;

Pandemonium pretense perpetrates progress as light.

Among the devil’s greatest tricks is make-believe he doesn’t exist.

Animal with a soul!

You’re of the world and above;

Animal with a soul!

You’re from the dust, up to Love!

Spirit spiral; super-light swirl

Animal with a soul!

You’re of the world and above;

Animal with a soul!

You’re from the dust, up to Love!

Photography by Gary Trautman

I approach body sculpting with the spirit of an artist and the mind of scientist. My spirit is creatively inspired by symmetry, balance, and proportion, and my mind understands how to calculate the angles in a movement and produce set combinations to formulate a precise routine designed to carve geometry into my musculature. Body sculpting is for me a disciplined dance of heart and soul in harmony – the work is never completed, but it can and should be appreciated everyday.

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Coming For You 

I interpret Isaiah 14 as the Lord throwing down some spiritual trash-talk on the Accuser (“How you have fallen from heaven O morning star, son of the dawn!”). He says to His people in the fourth verse, “You will take up this taunt to the king of Babylon.” I wrote the two verses and bridge of this song straight from Isaiah 14 and I added the chorus “It’s been a long time coming for you!”01_Coming_For_You

Not Today

Looking back on a good series of bad decisions that extended over the better part of a decade of my life, I couldn’t place the darkness’s point of origin. I couldn’t recall ever making any one paramount choice to turn away from the way of Light. In fact, I always only wanted to be a force for all things good in the universe, but somehow, someway, I had deceived myself – or maybe more to the spiritual reality of the matter, I had been myself deceived. Having been saved from that dark pit by grace, I wrote this song to the demon I named “More.”

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Awkward Love

 Bauldelaire wrote of the Accuser in his 1864 short story, “The Generous Gambler.” He wrote, “My dear brethren, do not ever forget, when you hear the progress of lights praised, that the loveliest trick of the Devil is to persuade you that he does not exist.” The ever-subtle thought scaffolding of evolutionism (not to be confused with the biological theory of evolution that is merely a late-stage symptom of the philosophical disease of the “ism”) serves to impede many contemporary thinkers from grasping the fundamental premise of truth of existence itself – that creation proceeds from a Creator. This creature finds it quite awkward to hear otherwise sharp thinking people blatantly and unwittingly embarrassing themselves in their expounding of evolutionism into various disciplines of thought. Listening to a bright person treat the splendor of the universe as an ultimately haphazard process that proceeds from nothing particular is like talking to a stranger who has a leaf of spinach in their teeth – It’s really awkward and hard to take the person seriously. Awkward_Love 

~ for a more elaborate look into the content of the lyrics of this tune, see the post in the (philosophy) section.

Good Friday

The stairway to heaven = Good_Friday

BY MATTHEW AARON MOSSOTTI

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“Never knowing where we’re going,

We can never go astray.

To whatever variation

Our posterity may turn.”

~ C.S. Lewis – from “An Evolutionary Hymn”

Evolutionism, not to be confused with the biological theory of evolution, although the “science” proceeded from the “ism” and is one of many symptoms of the sickness, is late-stage degenerative naturalism or materialism in a snakeskin suitcase. Originating well before Darwin’s “On the Origin of Species,” the sinister mythos of evolutionism attempts to paint the First Cause black by purporting the whole of existence as something “naturally” advancing in complexity and uniformity simultaneously – as a phenomenon of perpetuated order that derives itself through incalculably improbable randomness. The subterranean ontology of evolutionism contrives no necessity for epiphenomenon and assigns material design to arbitrary mathematical coincidence.

This serpentine grail of evolutionism has thoroughly sloshed its venom over into the manifold thought-disciplines of my time and its guile has since stained the common sense reason of many of my fellow humans with a degenerative poison that makes their minds’ eyes see every surrounding system as ‘evolving’ or progressing towards some unknown state of existence that is, without reason, presumed to be inevitably ‘better.’ Thus, much of my contemporary human majority’s apprehensions of those systems that derive increasing strength from permanence (i.e. the Virtues) have ironically devolved vis-à-vis evolutionism. It is as if the toxins of this quack-philosophy called evolutionism have burned circular trenches of self-refuting logic around the very meager minds that have embraced the lavish preposterousness of this mythos as their quasi-religion, wrenching them into a worldview that reeks of the stench of decomposing rationality.

The majority brood of viper-people in my time has stumbled over its own pretenses into an unquenchable fire; the “ism” of evolution has made these masses of mankind Ouroboros vipers that chase their tails to feed on their own back ends; their minds ingest their own excrement. Like blindfolded children dizzying themselves in the delightful delusion of standing atop a self-aggrandizing pedestal as the ridiculously-presumed embodiment of the net result of competitive life surviving, as if every one person is somehow the walking-talking cusp of the ever-blooming verge of the intention of a mindless material universe, my contemporary majority human race races around itself in deepening circles, believing itself to be going somewhere, when in fact this self-justified trench-digging generation passes under and misses the same point time and again at progressively regressive depths – the point being that we humans are indeed not in a race with anything (especially including ourselves) at all whatsoever. As the vantage point of these mock-minds deepens into inverted solipsism, as these dangerous and silly snakes sink into the quicksand of their own downward spiraling circular logic, they misperceive the material advancement of their surrounding systems as progress inside themselves.

The belly-crawlers evolve only their blindness so they cannot see the hideousness of the self-evident truth they pompously mutate into a fashionably narcissistic absurdity that calls their hopeful lie lovely and smart. These tail-chasing vipers presume their plummeting position is positive because the deception of evolutionism assures them that all change for them equals refinement. The lullaby lie soothes these serpents’ souls to sleep – it takes the fools asunder by whispering the sweet-sounding sorrow that tomorrow is as hollow as today for the merely material mind that only moves to keep moving away from itself where it feels safe to assume that any deviance from any prior position indicates an ‘advancement’ or a ‘betterment’, even whilst the empty ethic of the material “I” rapaciously destroys the spiritual scaffolding upon which their own being is built.

Ah Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hallelujah!

Back there, I bet you thought you had me…

by the soul strings in tow down under…

From the grave, from the cave, I crawled out

to the Son, to the Light, so sorry…

Not today old friend…

Thanks anyway, you tried…

I got forever on my door…

And tomorrow, the story’s the same…

Ah Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hallelujah!

In case you don’t know what happened,

I was low, I was dull and drowning…

From the sky, Heaven cried, I let go

of the world, of your hand. Man, it’s over…

Not today old friend…

Thanks anyway, you tried…

I got forever on my door…

And tomorrow, the story’s the same…

Ah Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hallelujah!

It’s my soul man! It’s my soul man! It’s my soul man! It’s MY SOUL!!!

Not today old friend…

Thanks anyway, you tried…

I got forever on my door…

And tomorrow, the story’s the same…

Ah Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hallelujah!

The grave below is all astir

to meet you at your coming.

It rouses spirits of lost to greet you –

all who were leaders in the world.

It’s been a long time.

It’s been a long time coming for you.

Bright morning star, how you have fallen,

you have been cast down to the ground.

You who once laid low all of the nations

and said in your heart I’ll ascend above the stars.

It’s been a long time.

It’s been a long time coming for you.

I’ll sit enthroned on heights of sacred mountains, sacred mountains…

But you are brought down to the grave, down to the pit…

It’s been a long time.

It’s been a long time coming for you.

I’M COMING FOR YOU!!!

By Matthew Aaron Mossotti

“Simon from Cyrene, carry my cross for me;

-To the place of the skull – Golgotha on Calvary.”

“Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani!”

“I tell you the truth, you’ll be with me in paradise.”

“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

“Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani!”

   The temple curtain tore in two.

   A centurion heard his cry

- and saw how he died and said,

   “Surely this man was the Son of God!”

“Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani!”

“Peace be with you.”

“Peace be with you.”