Making-of Spectrophobia Video

OFFICIAL VIDEO

The visioning. The discovery. The acknowledgment of the beauty of being one—embracing the eternal cosmos…

HISTORY

On July 25th, 2010, The Trickster sat, immersed in sound and light, as Dead Can Dance’s Toward The Within played before him. The concert was more than a performance—it was a gateway, leading him into the unknown, into a trance. A journey deep into himself, severing ties with the material world, which now seemed no more than fleeting strands of scattered thoughts.

It was profound. Revolutionary. A transmission of wisdom in perfect symmetry with the universe. A reunion with the real self. A glimpse into the essence of life, death, infinity, and God.

Dead Can Dance’s music is known for its power to heal—to penetrate the soul and reconnect one with the higher self. And on that night, it did exactly that.

As the first song began, and applause filled the air, he felt the music breathing—alive, expanding, and pouring into him with every note. It was as if sound itself carried messages beyond words, flowing through his ears, transmuting into knowledge, reaching deep into the subconscious.

His eyes grew heavy. A weight pressed upon him. He had to close them. To surrender.

The rumbling of the drums resonated through his body, urging him into a trance. He could feel his vibration, his very existence merging with the rhythm, as if this—this—was the song that should mark the beginning. A gateway into something beyond.

For a moment, he felt he was going to die.

As he scribbled down thoughts on paper, he realized he was hanging onto this world by mere threads—small strands of information connecting him to reality. And then, an understanding bloomed within him:

The world is a construct of the mind. A manifestation of thought.

We choose our form. We choose our vessel. We choose to experience life through this container known as the body.

He understood the meaning of vibration—the unseen force that connects all things.

We exist in a membrane called the universe, a great cosmic dream in which we are all woven. The Trickster found himself resonating with the very source of existence, perceiving how the cosmos dreams us into being.

All that is known—all that has ever been—is merely information recorded in the infinite unknown. Learning. Expanding. Feeding upon itself across countless branches of life and experience.

It is knowledge without language.
It is wisdom that speaks in vibration.

And at that moment, he knew.
He understood what he was doing, what he had to do, who he was.
The cessation of thought.
The key to the universe’s secrets.

Then, something even greater emerged.

The music itself transformed—a dual mirror reflecting both ways.

To comprehend it, one must surrender to it. To feel its vibration, allow it to guide the way, and let it speak.

He was the music. The music was him. They were one.

A moment of unparalleled joy struck him—a euphoria beyond words. A successful understanding, a cosmic acknowledgment between him and something greater.

And then, he was traveling—riding a resonance that transcended time itself.

The past. The present. The future.
They were no longer separate.
They were one.

For the first time, he was whole.
His third eye had opened.

“I am my creator. I am the dreamer and the dream. I am the creation that lives within all things.”

To live is to become.
To grow is to emerge from darkness, like a seed buried deep within the earth, breaking through the soil into the light.

There are messages hidden within us all, left behind by our truest selves—forgotten within this dimensional barrier.

Perhaps one day, humanity will piece them together.
Perhaps one day, we will transcend.

To the next stage of evolution. To cosmic humanity.

To a being that loves the infinite—as above, so below. As within, so without.

Net of Being. Alex Grey.

To die…

The information you have gathered—your knowledge, your experiences—will return to the whole. The dust of your body will dissolve into the dimension to which it belongs.

For a few brief yet eternal seconds, The Trickster felt himself slipping away. Disconnected from this life.

For those seconds, he felt his own dust disintegrating, drifting into the next existence.

And then, a question arose from deep within:

What do I want to be?
What form shall I take?
What destiny shall I choose?

Can dust become life?
Can instruments be born from the void?
Can the Dead… Dance?

The creation of life was so flawless, so perfect, that the dream of the creator had outgrown itself.

It had evolved.
It had become independent of its origin.

And in that moment, The Trickster understood—
The original creator lives within us all.

We are the creators now.
But have we ever truly been taught how to create?

Or has the world around us placed limits upon our thoughts, our beliefs, our very sense of self?

Perhaps our environment was designed to suppress our potential, to shackle us within the constructs of what we were taught to be.

And then, suddenly—he was back.

Seated in the chair. Back in the starting point.

But everything had changed.

He had exchanged paths—switched timelines, reborn into a different self across the infinite branches of existence.

The seed of what would become ESSENTH had been planted.

The need to express.
The need to transform.
The beginning of Spectrophobia.

DEVELOPMENT

The concept first emerged as a raw, unfiltered testament of experience—a written account of a moment so profound, it would later evolve into the very lyrics of Spectrophobia.

The music followed, carefully crafted to echo the process itself—to serve as the vessel through which this revelation could be translated into sound.

The Trickster took the first step toward visualization, drafting an initial graphic script.

A 24-page sequence, meticulously divided into four sections—each filled with intricate imagery and layered information, designed to capture the surreal nature of the experience. It was not merely an artistic expression but a transmission, an attempt to frame the intangible and translate it into something seen, something felt.

Years later, the concept underwent a transformation.

Working alongside The Pilgrim, the storyboard was redefined. What once sprawled across pages of intricate sketches was refined into its final essence—a 30-page timed booklet, now stripped of excess, leaving only the core of its power. The foundation was set. The vision had taken form.

Then came the animation.

Where stillness once held its breath, motion took over. Life was breathed into the vision, bringing the conceptual process into its next stage of existence.

A surreal journey began to unfold—an animated manifestation of the experience. Every frame, every transition, sculpted to express the elusive, the intangible, the unspoken truths behind the Spectrophobia concept.