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NJ, NYC, Miami. "Audio/Visual Poetry In Motion"...with a Techno twist 🇨🇺💯♂️🎶🎵🎧🙏🍾🥂☕

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The "Good Old Days." When raves and festivals became sanctuaries and felt like a pure vibe, where the music just poured into your heart, mind, and soul. Each note a shiver, causing goosebumps that rippled through your skin and thoughts. You weren't holding your phone up recording, you were dancing and meeting like-minded strangers who turned into friends. Laughter echoed louder than any bass drop, worries dissolving into the endless rhythm. The energy was contagious, intoxicating, a shared exhale of freedom. Trance wasn't about flashy visuals or Instagram reels. It was about the raw energy of the beat, as the DJ's smile mirrored the crowd's euphoria. Now, the crowd seems more interested in recording the visuals with their phones, oftentimes hardly moving because of concerns that the video might be too shaky. All this because posting the video on their social media, and counting the likes is more important than truly enjoying the moment. Social media promises more connections but often leaves us feeling short-changed. The connection is "digital" now, not emotional. We once felt truly free, living in the sound instead of capturing it on video. Yet, somewhere deep within, that primal pulse still hums, reminding us of nights when the music was enough, when we felt alive, grateful, and wholly present. Some of us will never forget the "Good Old Days". Please share and repost if you like this message. Thank you!

Music credit: Tiesto, Gladly Night - "The Way We Were" Mashup

I'd like to thank the following EDM Pioneers:

@arminvanbuuren
@tiesto
@paulvandyk
@ferrycorsten
@pauloakenfold
@markusschulz
@swedishhousemafia
@davidguetta
@aboveandbeyond
@realcosmicgate
@sergedevant
@garethemery
@atbandre
@giuseppeottaviani
@gabrielndresden
@nickchicane
@daftpunk
@briankearney
@thecrystalmethod
@alyandfila
@bt
@4stringsofficial
@moby
@rank1official
@darude
@faithlessofficial
@justinesuissa
@officialjes
@thenadiaali
@christinanovelli
@betsielarkin
@the1stladyoftrance.janjohnston
@officialsarahmclachlan by @theartistflex

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8 months ago

As we navigate the complexities of life,
we find ourselves suspended between moments of beauty and intimidating darkness.
At times, as our journey unfolds, filled with unique challenges and opportunities,
the passage of time threatens to slip away like a dawn that slowly fades into memory.
Even as we cling to the present,
the weight of time's relentless march presses down upon us.
But it's in these moments of overwhelm that we're reminded of the transformative power of human connection and love.
For even in the darkest moments, the presence of a loved one can bring light and hope, illuminating a path forward.
As we focus on the present and the future we're able to let go of past regrets and fears.
And with a sense of purpose and vision guiding us,
we can keep moving forward even as we're "Drowning through the senses of time."

Music credit: Avalon Rockston, "Senses of Time"

Mientras navegamos por las complejidades de la vida, Nos encontramos suspendidos entre momentos de belleza y oscuridad intimidante. A veces, a medida que se desarrolla nuestro viaje, lleno de desafíos y oportunidades únicos,
el paso del tiempo amenaza con escabullirse como un amanecer que lentamente se desvanece en la memoria. Incluso mientras nos aferramos al presente, el peso de la implacable marcha del tiempo nos presiona. Pero es en estos momentos abrumadores cuando recordamos el poder transformador de la conexión y el amor humanos. Porque incluso en los momentos más oscuros, la presencia de un ser querido puede traer luz y esperanza, iluminando el camino a seguir. Al centrarnos en el presente y el futuro, podemos dejar de lado los arrepentimientos y los miedos del pasado. Y con un sentido de propósito y visión guiándonos,
podemos seguir avanzando incluso cuando nos "Ahogamos en los sentidos del tiempo". by @theartistflex

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a year ago

Inside all of us there's a better version of us. Too many of us are free physically, but "imprisoned" mentally. Instead of going for our dreams, and being the best version of ourselves, we do the same thing day in, day out, seemingly stuck on a metaphorical treadmill, going "nowhere" fast. Spread your wings and watch yourself become the best possible version of yourself! And if you have people that inspire you, spread your wings with them! Free your mind...live your dreams. Spread Your Wings!

Please share if you like the message of this reel🙏

Music credit: Meduza, "Pegasus"

Dentro de todos nosotros hay una mejor versión de nosotros. Muchos de nosotros somos libres físicamente, pero "aprisionados" mentalmente. En lugar de perseguir nuestros sueños y ser la mejor versión de nosotros mismos, hacemos lo mismo día tras día, aparentemente atrapados en una cinta de correr metafórica, yendo "a ninguna parte" rápidamente. ¡Extiende tus alas y observa cómo te conviertes en la mejor versión posible de ti mismo! Y si tienes personas que te inspiran, ¡extiende tus alas con ellas! Libera tu mente...vive tus sueños. ¡Extiende tus alas!

Por favor comparta si le gusta el mensaje de este reel🙏

#meduza #love #inspiration #techno #selfimprovement #pegasus #trance #selflove by @theartistflex

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2 years ago

Have you ever woken up with the sun in your eyes...and still felt like you were living in the dark?

She woke up this morning with the sunrise in her eyes, but somehow, all she could see was darkness. Not the kind outside the window. The kind that lives inside your mind. The light touched her face gently, as if asking permission to stay. But she turned away from it. She won't say why. Some stories set into the bones like winter and refuse to melt. Once, there were butterflies in her life, bright and reckless, fluttering through the windows of hope. But she learned too early that butterflies don't always stay. Some are stolen from the light, by the quiet demons of the past. So now it feels like it's always raining. Even on blue sky days. Still, she keeps on praying. Softly. Between heartbeats. "Oh sunny days...lift me when I'm down." "Oh sunny days...break through these clouds." She doesn't ask for miracles. Just a little shelter for the night. A small corner of the world where the rain can't quite reach her. Because sometimes one quiet moment of peace can feel like heaven. And somewhere down the long road she's looking toward, the clouds are thinning now and the sky is beginning to open. And for the first time in a long while, she realizes the Sun never stopped rising - It was just waiting for her to look up. The butterflies might be gone, but they're replaced by something more profound - a sense of hope, of possibility, of a future worth fighting for. Flex TheArtist

Music credit: Armin Van Buuren feat. Josh Cumbee - Sunny Days (Flex Remix) by @theartistflex

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4 months ago

They call him Punch. The small, trembling baby Japanese macaque holding a stuffed plushie. He doesn't know he's gone viral. He only knows the empty space beside him and the simple, aching need to feel loved. His story went viral because it is not only about him - it is about us. The need to feel loved is one of the most primal hungers, and it is not exclusive to humans. The ancient Greeks new love wore different faces. Such as: Storge - the sheltering love of family. Philia - the bond of loyal friendship. And Eros - the flame of passion. Yet, it is a mother's storge, in those first fragile months of life, that teaches the heart how to beat with empathy. Rejected by his mother, and bullied by the others, Punch became a mirror. We grieve for him because somewhere inside us, we remember what it feels like to reach out and not be held how we'd like to be held. No one likes a bully! We recognize cruelty the way we recognize hatred. In a world thinning of tenderness, where hate grows louder and abuse of authority tries to pass for strength, Punch's small frame becomes a quiet call to action. Moral human beings must care, step up and speak out - not only for him, but for the trembling baby in every species. Empathy is not weakness; it is inheritance. What we are given in love, we carry into adulthood and pour back into the world. When we say we all "need to feel loved," it is not sentiment - it is survival. That's why every heart, no matter how grown, still needs to feel loved. Flex TheArtist

Music credit: COSMIC GATE - "Need To Feel Loved"

#punch #punchmonkey by @theartistflex

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5 months ago

We get lost and found in the moment, like time forgets itself when we touch, like the world exhales and leaves only us standing in the quiet glow. I swear you're like the holy grail I wasn't even searching for - something sacred, disguised as a smile, and hidden in plain sight. There's a taste of heaven when I'm with you, sweet and angelic, lingering long after the touch fades. You've got a touch of magic; it lingers in your hands long after they leave mine, humming against my skin like a secret only my body understands. Tell me - what's the secret potion? How did you slip past my defenses and take control of my heart so easily like you had the map all along? There's a mystic feeling in your laugh, in the way you look at me like you already know the effect you have on me. It makes me go a little insane - in the best way. You've got me high - make me rise without wings. Lifted by nothing but the gravity of your love. High on love, on the spell of us, on the beautiful madness of believing this is real. And if this is a dream, let it never end - because in your arms I've found the only reality I'll ever need. Please share and repost this reel if you liked it.

Music credit: Armin Van Buuren feat. Anne Gudrun - High On Love (Flex Edit) by @theartistflex

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5 months ago

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!
❤️🥰❤️

As the yacht slices through the turquoise sea, behind us, the wake forgets itself, foam dissolving into memory, as if this moment asks not to be held too tightly. Sunlight dances on the water, casting a shimmering glow on our bodies as we melt into each other. Love arrives like a current, not an anchor. Your touch unlocks what I once called safety, your gaze lights the rooms in me that lived in dusk. In the spaces between words, our hearts learn how to entwine, discovering that depth is not distance but, devotion. Like dolphins playing in the sun, we leap into the unknown, free and untamed, our love soaring on the wings of joy. Together, we ride the waves, side by side, forever wild and forever in love. Wild does not mean lost - it means alive, yet, "lost in the moment," in the vast ocean of love, we find our haven - a place where waves of affection and passion collide. Together, we're like drops of water, merging into one. You give me everything I need - your touch, your gaze, your heart. I'm right where I'm supposed to be - with you, right here, right now. In this shared rhythm, our spirits ignite. We breathe as one, moving with the motion of love. As evening approaches, the sun begins its slow descent, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold. We cruise toward the wide horizon, and freedom feels less like escape, and more like arrival. Here, with salt on our skin and romance in our hearts, we know we're home is. The world fades, and all that's left is us, suspended in the beauty of this moment. Time stands still, and we're free. It's all we need - you and me, entwined - right here, right now.

Music credit: Rüfüs Du Sol - "In the Moment" (Flex Remix) by @theartistflex

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You, are my antidote. When I'm fighting the ghost that's inside of me; and breaking the walls I've built around myself; with my mind locks me in an empty room and spins the key just to watch me panic - you're the one that steps in. Nowhere to run, and nothing left to prove, but I can hear your voice steady in the wreckage, saying my name like it still belongs to someone whole. You don't promise perfection. You just stay. You don't try to change the darkness away. Instead, you sit with it patiently. You tell me I'll be all right, and somehow that's enough to slow the poison. You're my antidote. The quiet cure to the poison I've been swallowing alone for too many years. You tell me to breathe. You tell me I'm not broken beyond repair. I try to escape, but I don't have to anymore. You are the cure that doesn't quite erase the pain but - you make it survivable. And when I can't believe it myself, you look at me and say - "You'll be all right." And I believe it, and I believe in myself again. Please share and repost this reel if you liked it.

Music credit: KAAZE, Mentum - "Antidote" (Flex Edit) by @theartistflex

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6 months ago

When you find the perfect partner, being with them feels inevitable... like stepping into something that's been waiting for both of you. The way they look at you slows everything down, quiets the doubts you didn't know you were carrying. With them, belief doesn't take effort - it just happens. It shows in the way they stay, the way they see you...
the way they make trust feel possible again. Their touch draws you closer, steady and grounding, reminding you that what you have is real. It feels healing, familiar, and hard to walk away from. When you're next to each other, doubt fades... replaced by something solid and shared. They give you something to believe in - not promises, but presence. Not words, but the way they show up again and again. They say your name and your thoughts race, your breath changes... your focus narrows to just the two of you. There's a deeper side to the two of you... one that isn't always gentle, but it's honest. And in that honesty, in the nights you share... you let yourself go further together... and without any doubts. Please share if you liked this reel. Thank you!

Music credit: Avalan Rokston - "Something to Believe In"

Avalan Rokston - "Something to Believe In" lyrics:

Verse
The way that you′re calling out my name.
You're making my mind accelerate.
Every breath of you is like a hurricane (ooh).
And we'll say the word and we′ll take it back.
The darker side of this paradise.
Only we can go all the way tonight (ooh).

Chorus
Your touch is like my therapy.
It′s a drug that I can never leave (ooh).
And when you're next to me (you′re next to me),
I got something to believe in.
Something to believe in, uh-huh.

Your touch is like my therapy.
It's a drug that I can never leave.
And when you′re next to me (you're next to me),
I′ve got something to believe in
Something to believe in, uh-huh. by @theartistflex

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7 months ago

The night after Christmas, the North Pole transforms into a pulsating playground. Santa, kicks off his snowboarding session, carving through powdery drifts like a furry, jolly bullet. The trees blur into a twinkling haze as he zooms down the slopes, laughter booming through the crisp air.

As dusk falls, the compound's massive gates swing open, beckoning the elite crew – DJs who've been secretly keeping the holiday beats alive. Armin van Buuren's trance anthems will ignite the main stage, while other festive maestros weave their magic, conjuring a symphony of synth and snow

The invite list is a closely guarded secret, but rumor has it only the most devoted Ravers are on it - those who mastered the art of being naughty while spreading joy – the true elves of the night. They come from far and wide, as they descend upon the compound, a swirling tide of energy and anticipation.

As the bass drops, Santa takes the mic, his voice loud and joyful: "Welcome, friends! Let's rave, let's lose ourselves in the music, make memories, and maybe even sneak in a few presents." The crowd erupts, a sea of color and light, as the night becomes a living, breathing creature fueled by the power of music and joy. The night explodes into a frenzy of lights, techno, and unbridled cheer. The North Pole's best-kept secret is now the wildest party in the Arctic...a night that will be etched in memory forever, a celebration of sound, light, and the magic of the season. Let the rave begin!

See you there friends! Merry Christmas!

Music credit: Christmas Techno Flex Remix by @theartistflex

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7 months ago

In the digital haze of glowing screens, we are adrift on a sea of data, overwhelmed by the noise of images that promise clarity, yet leave us feeling lost and yearning for connection. Our moral compass, that once guided us, now spins wildly, rewired by algorithms that feed us half truths and half lies. The lines between truth and deceit blur as shadows dance upon the walls of reality. The Puppeteers who wield the power of distraction, feed us a diet of propaganda. Propaganda disguised as insight and entertainment. They manipulate the strings, their real agenda hidden, their motives unclear. Those who stand at the front of the stage - voices on the news, the smiling entertainers, the familiar influencers - move with strings they can't quite see, dazzled by the glow that blinds them. Meanwhile, we walk behind, blinking through the glare, trying to separate truth from deceit. We are trapped in a hall of mirrors, reflections distorted, searching for the exit, for a glimpse of authenticity. But then, we awaken and seek the truth that we've been missing. We rise, we reclaim, and we redefine the narrative, breaking free from the chains of deception and finding our collective voice. In the digital age, we can forge a new path, one that values truth, empathy, and humanity's shared heartbeat. The Puppeteers may control the game, but we have the power to change the frame! This message is just a reminder that clarity is possible, that the blinded need not lead the blind forever. Please share and repost this reel if you like this message.

Music credit: MRAK - "The World Is Yours" feat. Braev (Flex Remix) by @theartistflex

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8 months ago

In the shadows, the Demons of Power weave their web, their masks hiding nothing but the faces of the powerful. They create Boogeymen for us to fear, and then dispense "treats" to soothe our fears. They promise protection, but deliver only chains. The ghosts of wars past and present, the goblins of greed, and the demons of oppression haunt our world. The witches of corruption brew their potions, casting a spell of deceit and manipulation. The zombies of conformity shuffle along, blind to the suffering around them. And the vampires of power feast on the blood of the innocent. The Echoes of History whisper warnings, of empires built on blood and deceit. Let us not forget the lessons of the past, nor the value of human life. Let us speak out against injustice, and stand for the innocent. For in silence, we become complicit, and the demons grow stronger. And most importantly, let us not be fooled - some of the greatest monsters are those who wear suits and wield power!

Music credit: Mike Chibante - Halloween Kills, Epic Orchestral Theme

As Halloween arrives, we're surrounded by spooky decorations and fictional monsters. But let's take a step back and look at the world around us. The real horrors aren't the ghosts, goblins, or zombies we see in costumes or on screens. They're the injustices, cruelties, and suffering that we witness every day. The powerful individuals and institutions that perpetuate harm and inequality are the ones who truly embody the spirit of Halloween's monsters. It's time to shine a light on the real demons, the systems of oppression, corruption, and greed that destroy lives and communities. We must not be distracted by the superficial "treats" and diversions offered to us while the powerful continue to consolidate their power. Instead, let's speak out against the inhumane treatment and atrocities committed against innocent people around the world. By acknowledging the darkness in our world and its true sources, we can work towards creating a brighter, more just future for all. Flex TheArtist by @theartistflex

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