a friend slipped me his CD about 7 years ago, maybe more?, i didn’t know anything about him, it probably took me 3 years to start understanding what he was on about, and then he helped me change my life, i thought he was a prophet, an angry angel, i would listen to him everyday for years, 4-5 years, i still listen to amethyst rockstar, it is the anthem of enlightenments, above race, gender, thought, matter, god and god, it is the fakir’s mesmerising flute inticing the cobra to dance, to get ready to strike, it is the silent heart beat of unknowing billions as they commit themselves into the night, it is the new day of the old way into the light. i made saul a necklace when i was in india, with a crazy jagged stone i found in the himalayas, i lay my eyes on it and i knew, this one was for saul….but it wasn’t, it was for the prophet in my mind, my inner voice tarzan man, raised not by giraffes but by bearded men, by silent song and prayer, by millenia, by split second, by a grandfather in the heavens, aged four, looking down and up and for..me to come around, to ignore the sun, to be inward bound, to be his grandson…