In these times of Tribulation, when all of us should be crossing the desert of Godhead (Gottheit), the human beings are still groping in search of the rusted key - as they have since the times of the Flood - "which will make us the masters of our inner nature": the waking – as Gustav Meyrink would say, levitating beyond the Silence. Our music is just a pretext to keep watch what spinning the thread of Ariadne, which leads to Agartha’s soul, in which we break all the mirrors around us and we realize, to our surprise, that we are our own Minotaur. The labyrinth represents the immanent mandala of creational matrix. How deep is hidden into us this personal maze, which is nothing more than the unweighable luz of our bodies! The anechoic screams of Isaiah through civitas sive terrena diaboli, "Take your harp, walk the town, whore whom men have forgotten! Play sweetly, song after song, to make them remember you once again", have revealed the eschatological quiddity of a zeitlose Kunst. Our music is On All Soul's Day 5769 Anno Mundi, Laburinthos emerges as a music concept. That night represented the Auto-da-Fé of all heresies of music.