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11/05/2025

This one made me cry, a collaborative feature & review from This Is Hip Hop HQ, an African music discovery and story telling platform, and Groover, a Paris-New York music promotion service. I am honored and humbled to receive this feature! Please check it out, and enjoy the fire of candlelight on tequila ...

Groover and This Is Hip Hop HQ unite to spotlight a Latin rock masterpiece born from love, memory, and timeless rhythm In an era when algorithms often dictate the fate of a song, Billy Ray Norris r…

11/05/2025

Aloha, hope you have a whimsically winsome Wednesday filled with sweet magnolia pies and music in your eyes, a kissing Bridge of Sighs and tomorrow’s answered whys, with winds of adoration blowing off demure disguises leaving natural highs …

If you want a better life, then remove the tension. Since what works is different for each of us, I cannot offer specific suggestions because I don’t know you, but you know you. You have probably noticed things that help you feel centered, balanced, and joyfully free. If you begin a practice of incorporating these things into your day when you wake up and before you go to bed, then you will probably notice an improvement in your quality of life. If you can’t pinpoint any, then maybe keep a diary or journal to highlight them until you find them. Some general things that often help include exercise, meditation, yoga, creativity, and remembering who you are and who you’re not.

So let’s switch up the energy to a lighthearted cowgirl comedy, “My Cowgirl’s In Quarantine,” that I wrote and produced during the early months of covid …

Billy Ray Norris's album "A Little Dose of Heaven" released on Earth Day April 22, 2022! 🤠

11/04/2025

Aloha, hope you have a telepathic Tuesday filled with waterfalls and duty calls, disco dolls and crumbling walls, with fire in your heart that lights the way to who you are through purple coveralls …

Sometimes, when trying to find the meaning in our experiences, it’s clear from the get go, sometimes it takes a little inner digging, and sometimes it seems like no matter what we do the answers just aren’t there.

If the answers escape us, then this could mean that we’ll discover them at a later date, that they’re part of a cumulative process, that we’re part of someone else’s lesson, or that our lesson is to do what we can and then let go. Letting go could be the reason for the experience.

For example, once upon an autumn afternoon during my second year of college, my girlfriend and I were hit by a drunk driver and her car was demolished. The big Cadillac hit on my side of her tiny Fiat, climbed up on it, and smashed the top down on me. They had to cut me out with “jaws of life” saws, I flatlined, and woke up naked lying on a metal table with my ass in some cold grounding fluid with somewhere around 20 interns standing around watching me get worked on. In addition to clinically dying, much of my face had been scraped/ripped off by the broken windshield, skull fractured, nose broken again, and much more. I had emergency surgeries, and then follow-up scar refinement/plastic surgery 1 and 2 years later. This happened during the first week of school ...

When searching for the meaning in this, at first I couldn’t find it — until I decided to let it go: and then the answers started trickling in.

1. I learned how indomitable the human spirit truly is, and how resilient our bodies are;
2. The plastic surgeon and I became dear friends, and he told me I was the son he had never been able to have;
3. A group of interns learned some valuable lessons about the Return Of Spontaneous Circulation (ROSC) when I was resuscitated by defibrillator paddles, and how to do intensive emergency surgery to stabilize and suture up a pretty ripped and broken face.
4. Two different insurance companies paid for everything separately, my Dad told me to take the money paid by his (the driver’s paid for medical expenses directly and my Dad’s mailed him the checks), I thought about it and didn’t need it because I had grants, scholarships and gigs, so I told him to keep it and start a retirement fund. He was very moved, started a formal retirement fund, contributed to it monthly, and that set him up for retirement.
5. This happened on a Tuesday, and I returned to class the following Monday, stitched up like a baseball, and I realized how I wasn’t going to let material world distractions derail me from my goals.
6. I discovered a deeper version of my spiritual self by going through this experience, which was part of a process that helped me learn how to connect with the universe directly and live there.

*None of these things were apparent to me immediately following the event. So I guess the point could be that letting go is not giving up, it could be opening up (but please don’t use it as an excuse to avoid).

And I guess this approach could also apply to relationships — when you’re not willing to settle, have been waiting for a long time, and are tired of working it — just let go, and see what kind of magic could be waiting ...

Billy Ray Norris's album "A Little Dose of Heaven" released on Earth Day April 22, 2022! 🤠

11/03/2025

Aloha, hope you have a meritorious Monday filled with edible prayers and violet shares, free-falling fares and spiraling stairs, with truth transformed to light and all else looming in the shadows to help you part your hair …

Much of what is traditionally called depression and anxiety is the result of thoughts, words and actions that are in conflict with what we truly believe — who we really are. This is not an illness, it is conditioned confusion, often being reinforced for secondary gain or the benefit of others. It may be consciously known or subconsciously hidden. There may be multiple reinforcers, such as your own avoidance of conflict/fear of change, and someone else’s manipulation from their realization that, if you resolved the conflict, then you might no longer put up with their controlling tendencies, etc. It may also be reinforced by therapists who want clients to work with or churches in search of parishioners.

“Mental illness” was created by people, in the US alone it is a $477 billion per year industry, it was forced into the mold of physical medicine to give its professionals, insurance companies and researchers the illusion that its tenets are standardizable and that they are able to understand and control it, and then taken a step further by suggesting that the mystery of the human mind is equal to an inflamed pancreas. Every individual human mind is so completely unique from all others, and even from itself at different points in its lifetime. The claim that anyone’s psychological uniqueness is categorically standardizable — especially when likened to the maladies of physical medicine -- is the true insanity.

And why would the industry want to seem more like traditional medicine anyway, when medicine and pharmaceuticals are the third and fourth leading causes of death in the US (1. heart disease, 2. cancer, 3. medical treatment & 4. pharmaceuticals)?

Let’s shift into the gentleness of a chill folk ballad, one of my latest, entitled “Livin’ The Dream - (Unplugged) “ …

“Livin’ the Dream” grew out of doing just that, and realizing it on a sultry summer evening at his seaside Hawaii home. As a musical autobiography, “Livin’ t...

11/02/2025

Aloha, hope you have a scintillating Sunday filled with satisfied needs and a heart that still bleeds, saint-worthy deeds and sweet liberty seeds, with revolution growing in the shadows of the light from which resistance feeds …

It is time to focus more on connecting with our people — those we know are there for us as we are for them — those who really care. During these times of change and uncertainty it is important that we are honest with ourselves about who these people are, and who they are not. You may need to first let brutal honesty help you clean your closet, and see what remains, before establishing these connections. Such networks may become integral to our survival, especially within those transitional lapses that leave us hanging. Don’t get me wrong, we can always help others when we have the resources, but we don’t want to rely on them for collaborative resource sharing unless they are reliable. Since current systems are crumbling, and democracy no longer exists, at least for now, I believe new systems will emerge out of higher vibrations to help us separate from the greed and corruption perpetrated by Goliath political, religious, and corporate organizations.

And I believe liberty is crucial to enlightened living. My understanding of the concept of liberty is this — freedom through limited government — which means we are free to live our lives as we choose without interference, unless we are violating the rights, privacy, or safety of others. Perhaps each state should become its own country, with its own culture and systems, without centralized control; and then people can choose which country fits them best — something. It’s time to focus on creating our own change, and I believe we need to start by connecting with our people.

When trying to figure out which of my songs best fits the vibe of this post, I landed on “It Don’t Come Easy,” since it speaks to accepting change, letting go, and moving on. So let’s first create the energy, and then take the action to build a future that’s even better than the one we've lost!

https://open.spotify.com/track/2YxrO219ckafmsAfEYef4j?si=Mu6G70j9TIqEP6JuvEZCoQ&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A2iTVxPKPmBcBaa8U8efBE3

11/01/2025

Aloha, hope you have a salubrious Saturday filled with a detoxing cleanse and inextricable friends, wayfaring winds from clouds sighing again, as the dawn begins to blush beneath sweet whispers from the night, which now descends ...

As we cross another line in this earth illusion called time, where all but true priorities are being valued, it doesn’t seem like people really understand what’s going on. The angry acting out, helpless withdrawal, avoidant denial, etc. is giving the darkness the power and making us more like them..

1 in 8 Americans survives because of SNAP, 39% receive healthcare services through Medicare/Medicaid, states receive an average of 37% of their budget from federal funding, and the list goes on.

So here’s the kicker, and for me the question …

On October 9, 2025, the US gave $20 billion to Argentina, with another $20 billion on the way, while it sent US military and CIA to Venezuela to allegedly bomb drug boats and kill drug traffickers (without verification or accountability). On October 30, 2025, Trump ordered that the US resume nuclear weapons testing, for the first time in 33 years. Musk is spending trillions on space and AI. And these are but a token of the misplaced priorities. Please consider the costs of these non-essential programs ...

What about the basic nutritional, healthcare and educational needs of the American people (including our immigrant friends and families)?

Let’s keep our vibration high, connect as one voice, and rise above the madness to our rights (constitutional, civil, human), and let’s find hope and inspiration through spirituality and the arts.

And please “Take My Hand” and we’ll walk through this valley together ...

https://open.spotify.com/track/0ftT3UB1E8JWeBa7Fwrw5S?si=eTtSyN23TYKXOUT37cA-8A&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A2CR4QqMVEUq96Y3TPTUplh

10/31/2025

Aloha, hope you have a frenetically freaky Friday filled with Rumi designs and super girl shines, slimy snake vines and booberry wines, with the haunting find that Fortnite skins are ripped from living bodies leaving vengeful spines …

And without further ado, the colorful conclusion of “Focus Pocus:”
"So warm and smooth in her solicitous fingers, so delightful and compelling; the stick entranced her, and was magically aglow. Her hand raised it excitedly to knock upon the pumpkin’s glowing back. She banged the crystal scepter, now effulgently ablaze, in rainbow colors, and then the earth began to shake.
She awakened, glowing and disoriented, but she wasn’t in her bedroom or her yard. She remembered rainbow pulses, turning into swirling lights, circling around her, like a cyclone of living colors; and then she woke up with a crystal in her hand. What does it mean, and will she ever understand? The ride was blissful, sweet, and cleansing; she felt no fear or hesitation; and now she lay there; somewhere, sometime in a magic land. Just before lifting her eyelids she felt a feathery sensation against her skin. Wait a minute! What happened to her clothes? Where were her jeans, sequined halter, and thong? What is that smell? It was so familiar to her, but she just couldn’t seem to place it; and then she recognized the juice between her legs. She shrieked, and looked around, to find her husband waking up against her side. But wait another minute, she thought in panicked desperation, she wasn’t married; she had never been a bride!
Clinging to the crystal, which was evidence of something, she was over the adventure for a while. She got lost in contemplation, started wishing she was home, and then went spinning through the cyclone with a smile. “Don’t be afraid,” an angel said, in the voice of one, yet many; a voice of love and music, a voice of rainbow sounds; “I am with you, we are one, we are the sea, the wind, the sun; and what you wish for, with great joy, it will be found.”

And now the love bug’s comin’ to get ya ...

https://open.spotify.com/track/1qAK6cowkESYOTr9eUno5O?si=0eQlHRk5TyqJA9A_6ok16A&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A2iTVxPKPmBcBaa8U8efBE3

10/30/2025

Aloha, hope you have a theatrically throttling Thursday filled with blood-sucking ennui and a demon decree, some elfin esprit and bone-shattering glee with masquerading madness in pursuit from every crevice as you race to be free …

Here's the first installment of a little Halloween story, “Focus Pocus,” I wrote On October 31, 2015. It’s both a creative short story and a testament to the quantum-mechanics-truth that, when we focus our attention on something, we alter or create things ... so be careful what you focus on!!!

"After skipping merrily along the statuesquely appointed contours of her rambling country estate, cavorting blithely through musky meadow’s laced with herbs; she stopped suddenly, listening in vain for the bloodcurdling shriek ripped from her frozen lips by the icy fingers reaching out from deep within her veins. An ej*******on of silence drowned the echoes, quiescently submerging hope and spurting terror upon her panicked, wide-eyed gaze. Paralyzed with fear, she managed a rapid, disbelieving route rewind. Although visibly frozen, her kaleidoscopic mind was setting revolutionary records beyond the chill. Closer scrutiny revealed that the indefatigable rhythms of her labored breathing, along with the unflagging vitality of her wildly-throbbing pulse; belied the semblance of a sculpture, cold and hard.
She retraced her steps, now carefully considering those shadowy scenes ignored along the way; those freaky fantasies defying reason; that left her feeling paranoid, unsettled, and deranged. While walking through the pumpkin patch, strewn with orange, green, and yellow gourds, the squash had whispered, danced, and swayed along the way. She had summarily dismissed these perceptions as angst-induced illusion, born from a wild imagination and foreboding shadows in the umbrage of the dawn. Then she stumbled upon this petrifying pepo, and terror seized her trembling, icy soul.
Standing ominously before her, undulating as if animate and vital, was what seemed to be a pumpkin man, or pumpkin shack. It was fully eight feet tall, eight feet wide, and eight feet ugly. Through her fixed and frozen stare, as she returned to face the scene, she noticed spotted eyes, a vine-like nose, and a gaping, monstrous mouth held open wide. Her frigid, curvy body managed a shiver. As if this wasn’t enough excitement before her morning coffee, a viny arm reached out, and a tablet soon appeared. She turned away, in disbelief, now reaching up to pinch herself awake. In doing so, she glanced around and saw the floating, swirling, magic sign.
Turning back toward the tablet, she gasped for breath, and remembered who she was. It resembled an organic iPad, changing form and shape, while displaying printed text. Something rumbled and rustled, like a boulder being rolled while dragging trees. She looked up and turned to shriek. The freaking gourd was even closer now. His mega mouth appeared to move, as if to speak. But nothing came. The tablet rustled, and she looked down to view the screen. “It’s OK, we’re pumpkins, right? And we don’t whisper, dance around, or jump and sing. But if you walk around behind me, and rub the handle on my back, you’ll find a lot of things your world has never seen.” Seriously questioning her sanity now, her gripping terror gave way to l***y excitation.
The sign hovering above his head, although he was pretty much just that; read “Dream Stick,” in many colors, shapes, and sizes. “Don’t be afraid,” his words displayed, and the expression on his face was now paternal. She started walking, as if under a spell, and soon came upon colossal vines and branches. They began to move, she followed them, and they guided her, through the bushes, to the back. She saw no handle, stick, or k**b; no object to grab on to; so she eagerly reached out to touch its pulsing body. The moment her antsy fingers made contact, a smooth, phallic-shaped stick formed within her hand. Or was this just her sexy mind? The stick fit her hand perfectly, resembled a crystalline wand, and was fastened, like a door knocker, to the body of the gourd.
So warm and smooth in her solicitous fingers, so delightful and compelling; the stick entranced her, and was magically aglow …”

Tune in for finale tomorrow, if you think you can “handle” it …

And, although I don’t have a song in proper holiday attire, “Her Daddy Had A Shotgun” should do the trick, or treat you to some upbeat energy and a smile!

https://open.spotify.com/track/4EW8254Wo7doreDqxdrbuW?si=loJDZouoQ6qNmIuSGTe4Dw&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A2CR4QqMVEUq96Y3TPTUplh

10/29/2025

Aloha, hope you have a whimsical Wednesday filled with flexible time and an apogee rhyme, saffron-squash slime and some newberry wine, with glimpses of dementors floating ominously toward the terror in your sleeping mind ...

So the seventh and final rung, on the ladder of light, is related to spirituality and higher consciousness. It helps us connect with our own inner spirit, and through it the spirit of others and the universe. Its vibration brings us wisdom, deeper meaning, and clearer understanding; and it also brings me music. The following will help maintain its vibrational frequency: Meditation and Jnana yoga. Fasting; lotus and gotu kola incense; diamond and amethyst gemstones; and yoga poses of The Headstand, The Lotus, and all Meditation Poses will also support enlightened, connected living. Once you reach this level, you no longer need the ladder, and will merge, float, or fly with the conscious universe.

*The vibrational prescriptions for the past seven posts (regarding the ladder of light) were taken from my 2014 article “
Seven Colors of Happiness,” published in Alternative Medicine Magazine and also at my Alternative Shrink blog.

This vibe leads me to one of my latest songs, “I Believe,” featuring Lady Rebecca Jade and The Norris Children’s Choir ...

https://open.spotify.com/track/1SdIg9cWxMAiW7OqCrcYs9?si=5n09oTvsSyao0GIhVz-PIw&context=spotify%3Aartist%3A0opJ2j5U1eappoqk2OAZ2g

10/28/2025

Aloha, hope you have a transcendent Tuesday filled with quantum waves and stellar raves, beleaguered saves as the light engraves infinite pools of coexisting possibilities on a universe that craves -- you.

The sixth rung takes us up to the land of intuition, seeing and knowing, through our spiritual senses. In addition to telepathy and clairvoyance, this is where my songwriting, poetry and other forms of creative writing emerge from, along with tomorrow’s seventh and final rung. Here are some things that can help maintain this light vibration: Spiritual teaching, sensitivity training, planning a trip, weight training, cardio, meditation, and yantra yoga. Increased silver intake; mugwort, star anise, acacia, and saffron incense; lapis lazuli, quartz, and star sapphire gemstones; and yoga poses of fish, sealing posture, and shoulder stand will also increase the scope and clarity of your inner vision.

As I’m writing this, my awareness is being drawn to my beloved mother who, through her example, oriented me to my spiritual self and through it higher consciousness. Here’s a little country song I wrote to thank her, “Mama You Were There:"

Billy Ray Norris · A Little Dose of Heaven · Song · 2022

10/27/2025

Aloha, hope you have a mellifluous Monday filled with open roads and lighter loads, warm abodes in Phrygian modes, with sparkles turning understanding blue within the psychic field fruition bodes.

Climbing to the fifth rung, of the ladder of light, we enter the realm of communication, self-expression and truth. The Following will support awareness and accurate expression of this truth: Coaching or relevant classes, brain training, engaging in satisfying hobbies, daily writing about positive things, helping others, unencumbered giving, going outside for 20 minutes each day, burning negative thoughts written on paper, cardio, weight training, meditation, and mantra yoga. Increased fruit consumption; frankincense, benzoin and mace incense; turquoise, aquamarine, and celestite gemstones; and yoga poses of Lion, Shoulder Stand, Plough, Headstand, Camel and Fish will also support these energies.

And here’s my latest release, “Livin’ The Dream,” devoted to truthful self-expression across a variety of genres. Have an awesome week y’all!

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10/26/2025

Aloha, hope you have a sweet and sacred Sunday filled with vibrations divine and blue lotus wine, hearts that align for love by design, with spectral singularities threading cosmic strings through needles sewing time.

The fourth rung on the ladder of light takes us to the world of heart-centered love. Here are some things that will help keep you in its vibration: Unencumbered Giving, planning a trip, going outside for 20 minutes each day, practicing genuine smiling, writing negative thoughts on paper and then throwing them in the trash, spending time with positive friends and family, helping others, fulfilling hobbies, cardio, weight training, meditation, and Bhatia yoga. Eating more green fruits and vegetables; lavender, jasmine, orris root, yarrow, marjoram, and meadow sweet incense; emerald, tourmaline, jade, and rose quartz gemstones; and yoga poses of Locust, Camel, Cobra, Fish and Pranayama will also help keep you living in the arms of heart-centered love.
And here’s one of my songs that emits this sweet energy, “All My Love, All My Days, All Ways!” See ya soon then!