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A podcast about movie making and the scifi featurette, Daughter of God, with Director Shri Fugi Spilt, (Dan Kelly). Daughter of Godcast, Episode 037, Deep Archive. The seed from July 2013 sprouts.
Greetings fellow guests, travelers, spiraling through the galaxy on our luxuriously appointed conscious cruise ship, a celebration of sentience. Whether we root, swagger, lollop, hop, swivel, swim, flow, sit, stand, dance, sway, scamper, float, fly, dive or drift. Every flavor of being, human or otherwise, we’re all in this together.
Here be the episodes of the Daughter of Godcast, our 12 year mission, to seek out and explore who we might wish to be, scooting our blankets around the blaze, away from wafts of stinging smoke, finding the optimal spot around the cosmic campfire, to share the songs, dazzled by star speak, structuring our vital fluids while staring into the crackling merry imaginings of infrared.
Perhaps, along the way, a movie, a podcast, an archive, an audience which is to say a tribe, freshly found, a play date with a couple thousand of your new best friends. Just another post science fiction, universe next door, romantic, cult featurette. Let the skeptics scoff and the cynics sin. Daughter of God is once again, the house, in.
037, isn’t that a cool number? Totally prime, prime as prime can be. Indivisible, which calls to mind the pledge of allegiance. You remember, that rube goldberged extortion megabot shot through with corruption and exploits, wheezing and stumbling well into the early 21 Century, the United States of America? That bad old super power, the Disney democracy. Holy human, those heady days of frustration and fear, we certainly whipped up one hell of an energetic escrow ba
By Uncle Joe
A podcast about movie making and the scifi featurette, Daughter of God, with Director Shri Fugi Spilt, (Dan Kelly). Daughter of Godcast, Episode 037, Deep Archive. The seed from July 2013 sprouts.
Greetings fellow guests, travelers, spiraling through the galaxy on our luxuriously appointed conscious cruise ship, a celebration of sentience. Whether we root, swagger, lollop, hop, swivel, swim, flow, sit, stand, dance, sway, scamper, float, fly, dive or drift. Every flavor of being, human or otherwise, we’re all in this together.
Here be the episodes of the Daughter of Godcast, our 12 year mission, to seek out and explore who we might wish to be, scooting our blankets around the blaze, away from wafts of stinging smoke, finding the optimal spot around the cosmic campfire, to share the songs, dazzled by star speak, structuring our vital fluids while staring into the crackling merry imaginings of infrared.
Perhaps, along the way, a movie, a podcast, an archive, an audience which is to say a tribe, freshly found, a play date with a couple thousand of your new best friends. Just another post science fiction, universe next door, romantic, cult featurette. Let the skeptics scoff and the cynics sin. Daughter of God is once again, the house, in.
037, isn’t that a cool number? Totally prime, prime as prime can be. Indivisible, which calls to mind the pledge of allegiance. You remember, that rube goldberged extortion megabot shot through with corruption and exploits, wheezing and stumbling well into the early 21 Century, the United States of America? That bad old super power, the Disney democracy. Holy human, those heady days of frustration and fear, we certainly whipped up one hell of an energetic escrow ba