Sol-2-Soul Sunday #97: Abundance Year Episode 2053 (new audio: noxsoma.substack.com)
Full Metal Ox Day 1988
Sunday 09, August 2026
Abundance Year Episode 2053
Noxsoma Life Camp:
Sol-2-Soul Sunday #97
Summer 4 Audio. NEW AUDIO. 9 August 2026
Today's Episode: https://odysee.com/@Noxsoma:2/1988_full_8-09-26_2053_sol97:2?r=47k2ScJsm9Uex9eETqgCCA8q1fukdST9
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Full Metal Ox is the most prolific daily video series you’ve never heard of. Unless of course, you have heard of it. It’s been running continuously since 2021, with a bit of a proto, or practice series unofficially dropping a year earlier, (in 2020, literally at the dawn of Covid). But that doesn’t count because it wasn’t in the year of the Metal Ox. 2021 was a Metal Ox Year. My second. Which is why the series is called Full Metal Ox. We have survived from one Metal Ox Year to the next. This is according to the Chinese Zodiac system, which for some reason, I think everyone is aware of. But not everyone eats Chinese food. I don’t. Not anymore anyway. Not since 2009, which was the Year of the Earth Ox.
The Chinese food connection, for those that don’t follow my obscure references is, that paper place mats in Chinese restaurants have the Chinese Zodiac printed on them. Who isn’t curious, or bored enough to check out their Chinese zodiac sign? It’s something to do until the crayons come.
The cosmic classification, Pisces Ox, is probably the last label I’ll discard, right after gender. I think I’ll hang on to that one too. But there’s no Pisces Ox religion or political party that I am expected to accept or conform to. So it’s just a trinket of sorts. There will be no tattoos either.
Here’s the deal. In 2024, your humble vagabond was informed via, Out of Body Astral Traveling that I was to be an Earthbound Representative of the Cosmocracy. That’s the omnipotent, omniscient Life that runs the show. There are no Earth-words, in no Earth languages, that I have yet to encounter, that can describe what the ALL actually does, besides, “everything.”
We will flippantly state that the “Cosmocracy is in complete control,” which is true, but damned if we are able to break down exactly how it controls. It just does.
How do you grow your teeth?
How do you beat your heart. Or keeping it running while you sleep?
When does “life” start in a seed or ovum? (Trick question. It doesn’t start. It always is.)
But I know what you’re thinking.
“Why you?”
You must know that I asked Universe the same question.
Uni’s response was typical, “Why not, You?”
When one asks such questions of Universe, the answers usually come in dreams or what we call coincidences.
Let say for example, (this comes from a real life experience, not mine, but we’re going to change it up). On second thought, I will use one of my real life experiences.
At the time your humble vagabond was a humble underground magazine publisher covering the “off Broadway” so to speak, DJ scene in Philly. I had this huge record collection because products from record labels and DJ pools were coming in daily. So I’m confabbing with my buds, two of whom were already well established local Djs. “We can do a DJ night based on the music we’re covering in the magazine.” I thought, “What could be cooler? Read the reviews in the zine, hear the music played “live” on some random weekend.” So we’re looking for places. Talking to bar owners and stuff. But no one knew me aside from my zine, and we couldn’t align a night, a venue, whatever.
So, I just stop thinking about it. Out loud.
One night in Old City, Philadelphia (mid-summer 2001), I am at one of my favorite bars, chillin’ with one of my favorite Djs. Someone I’d written about, by the way. He wanted to take a break, so he let me get on the decks. I can’t even remember what I played, but I recognized some wax in his crates. Let me think. Roni Size comes to mind. (4Hero/Roni Size, “Escape That.”) (
“Where’s Dude?” she asked. (More like a demand.)
“He took a break.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Noxsoma.”
“You’re Noxsoma!?” she sounded both a little excited and pleased. We always hyped her bar in the zine. She was the bar owner. We exchanged salutations.
The headliner returned, and I talked to the Bar Owner about doing a Summer series on Friday nights as a cross promo with the zine. There were five Fridays in August of 2001. The first Friday was hosted by a very cool hip-hop DJ, we got the last four. For the next several years, we, the magazine, and a buddy, who I put on the decks for the very first time that night, hosted our DJ Nights on the final Friday of every month, and every Friday night in August. It was a blast!
Our debut was August 10th, 2001. I had to look it up. But that makes this week the 25th Anniversary since DJ SOMA debuted with a steady gig in Philadelphia.
“It’s the ability to recognize, remember and appreciate such blessings,” reminds Universe, “that will make you an adequate, and eventually a more than adequate Cosmic Representative.”
I accepted the position. My first term began just a couple of years ago in 2024. It meant that I had to put Noxsoma Life Camp on the back burner, until I can figure out a way to merge the two concepts. But then, remembering the previous example, the merge isn’t anything to worry about. It will happen.
This piece was supposed to be one of those “political” addresses delivered in my capacity as your Cosmic Representative. The “job description” is still being formed.
Prime directive. “Be cool. Don’t be a fool. Know thyself.”
Response: Work in progress. And always will be.
The second directive. Keep doing what you’re doing, just a little bit better every time you do it.
If you’ve gained a little more confidence, altered your perspective, however slightly, felt a small push of encouragement, or a “go-for-it” push, then apparently I’m doing my job… so to speak.
“Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings.”
But it’s not “me.” It’s alignment. It’s mostly you. It’s all you, really. Everything is you. Good. Not-so-good. And what you accept as bad.
We, the individuals within the herd, are absolutely correct to be self-centered. It’s wisdom to know the difference between self-centered and self-absorbed.
Anyway. I am now on overtime. Universe has got my back. And yours. We are going to be okay. Don’t panic. Don’t freak out. Humanity for the Win.
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Remember your dharma. Elevate and expand. Peace.
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