Selah (Hebrew: סֶלָה‎, also transliterated as selāh) is a word used frequently in the Hebrew Bible, often in the Psalms, and is a difficult concept to translate. (It should not be confused with the Hebrew word sela‘ (Hebrew: סֶלַע‎) which means “rock.”) It is probably either a liturgico-musical mark or an instruction on the reading of the text, something like “stop and listen”. “Let those with eyes see and with ears hear” is most concise. “Selah” can also be used to indicate that there is to be a musical interlude at that point in the Psalm.

I have been working on two new songs; “Mersea” and “Selah”. Both songs are collaboration efforts with friends from across the sea.
KasjaNoova (hailing from Belgium), performing the open throat sepulcher that is voice and very special guest artist, and long time friend, the infamous exchange student from days long gone, Jonas Qvale (hailing from the frozen womb of Norway), performing Stringed Deer Antlers on “Mersea”.

New music will be out soon. I now leave you with the lyrics for “Selah”, written by Diemazz, chanting by KasjaNoova:

Commissioned by the hand of Ruach.
Realized and conceptualized in stillness within the courts of this temple, offered up to the one illuminating the way.
These are things which have come to pass
And many which must yet be fulfilled
In this desert do I bear record as a witness stripped to the porcelain bone
For if it were not so I would refrain the tongue and shut the door of inner vision
Tribulation have I seen, exposing the Iris as I entered the dark night of the soul
Whether self inflicted or laid before my feet is of little consequence, for no matter the reason it is the pearl beneath the maelstrom that beckons me
To remove all yokes and burdens, standing upright, above the dust of this world, claiming human experience as her own, this mortal clay born from the fiery womb of Terra herself, spirit co-eternal from courts on high.
Hands reaching towards the heavens, bleeding hearts yearning for the rites of passage only the brother of Hypnos can bring.
As above, so below, the heavens revealed, the tribes crescendo rising in descent…

“Death, where is thy sting?”

To carry our tested and battered souls back to the place from whence it came, yearning for that home where the things of this world are a thing of naught, a place above corruption above suppression.
And who will journey with me on wings of seraphim?
Who indeed will rise with transmuted mind and heart taking upon himself the name received from white stones?
Who among the sons and daughters of the first living thirst for that which cannot be quenched by mere water and cup put to lips, those who desire living streams of light communicated by spirit to spirit for the progression of eternal man.
There may be those enslaved by the strong arm of carnal self, perhaps too weak to lift eyes beyond empty, shattered lives, sinking in darkness and doubt, a place where all hope is nullified, the vacuum of soul.
It has been proclaimed by both ancient and modern oracles, wherever a single spark of light is found, no matter the degree, and if eyes can but only gaze upon it, giving audience with intent, verily it shall swallow up darkness as it draws neigh, purifying further still until the ushered day be at hand and all blackness dispelled.
Darkness exchanged for light and doubt with hope.
Where ruin and desolation once stood, now the seeds of rebirth, with a sure knowledge of things we cannot see.