MAGICAL HEALING MANTRAS
Namaste
(p) (c) 1999 New Earth Records
7tks/610mins

Before speaking about the music of Magical Healing Mantras, I am going to say some words on its sound design. Sound of the album is definitely American. The sound is ringing with strongly emphasized high frequencies. But the pulled up high frequencies worsen the perception of music. Also, the sound of Magical Healing Mantras is flat, there is no feeling of space, and it should be. I don't know how such sound designers are called in America, but in Belarus they bear the proud name of valenki* (* Valenki is a kind of Russian boots made from dense, rough woollen stuff providing a good protection from the cold during the severe Russian winters.). But in spite of those shortcomings of sound, something that 25 musicians from all over the world intend to express has survived. Because it is live. It is the Life itself. It cannot be destroyed. And now some words about the music.
Those mantras are beautiful. Their performance is beautiful. This life is beautiful. It is very cordial, unbelievably cordial. A simple singing, a simple music, but it penetrates deeply, farther and farther. It clears. This music provokes light tears. There is a melancholy in it, clear, transparent and at the same time deepest. It is fathomless. There is a yearning for the beautiful, outer world, which calls...
One wants to become utterly absorbed by this music, because it is not just music. That's your friends invite you to join and to be with them for a while. They are the True Friends. You have not seen them for so long. They are the relative souls who have come to support you here. And to say: "Well, how are you? We are together with you. We are here".
And that presence uplifts your spirit. It nourishes with power. And you want to live anew. And your soil is bright and light. And you just want, whirling in an incredible dance, to be with all this and to celebrate it.
Magical Healing Mantras is a music of loving and beloved. It is a music of the real world. A music of the Divine...

There is a secret glade
In a far thick northern forest.
Big bonfire is built there in the summer evening.
It burns for the whole night, till the first beams of dawn.
The men and women of divine grace gather around it.
Their faces are beautiful.
There is light in their eyes,
There is a reckless joy and a slight sadness.
Who are those perfect beings?
They have come from the unknown lands
To make this world a little better.
They are here to help us.
Where is your home, the star envoys?
How long you are going to stay here?
Without you this world would become immensely wild...
But the fire burns.
The blond hairs fly over the wind.
The divine messengers are already here.
They are together with us...
They are ready to help...
They are waiting for us...
They are missing us...

Serge Kozlovsky