There is a quality that all great warriors have. It runs like a current beneath every motion and every advance. It is sharpened by a kind of inner strength where wisdom, ferocity and virtue collide. And it comes from believing in something so absolutely that it has no choice but to exist, and containing that energy so wholly and completely that you become the tip of the spear.

I knew they were watching me from the time I was three years old. When I was seven they would dock the ship outside my house just out of phase with this dimension and observe their handiwork. I always did my very best so they would not be disappointed. But I didn't know what they wanted. I only knew I was important. Very important.

This quality, too, is understood by the artist. In the knowledge that the art already exists. In learning to receive at the tempo of the universe each stroke until at last the geometry of the Supreme Mind is made manifest.

I wish I knew this secret when I was first starting out. The secret of receptivity. I was always forcing things, and when I finally realized my job was to listen and repeat, I began to grow.

Growth also meant not being afraid to change. When I first started out, I was just a girl with a piano. You know that kid who sits down at a piano for the first time and just knows how to play it? That was me. But as much as I loved the piano, it has limitations.

In my dreams, when I would experience sound, it was powerful and tangible in a full-body-high kind of way... it felt round in a way that would fill up my astral body like a balloon. I could feel every frequency vibrating my conscious awareness and my perception of myself. THAT was the kind of sound I wanted. But I didn't know how to put it into words, and I learned early on that trying to translate my musical ideas to a producer was a futile exercise and a waste of time and money. I eventually realized the only way to capture my sound was to make my sound myself.

I began with a 8GB RAM refurbished iMac and an m-audio MIDI keyboard from Guitar Center. I had no idea what I was doing. Sometimes I still feel that way. I ran Logic instruments until I grew enough weed to buy Omnisphere. Omnisphere eventually became a wall of vintage Roland and Yamaha and boutique Analogue Solutions synths. It was good weed.

Something I love about good medicine is how fully it opens the crown chakra. Being inspired and tuning into that invisible radio in the sky comes so easily when I occasionally indulge.

There's a part of myself that has repeatedly wondered if my whole reason for incarnating in this time and this place is to experience the music technology.

Magic Powers Studios has withstood its share of trials and tribulations. At one point we were struck by lightening. And later we burned down, along with our entire town, during the Oregon wildfires.

But from all this we have learned we are unstoppable.

You can't stop an idea whose time has come.