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It's so so so so beautiful ! 🦋

Thank you for the beauty you add to this world.

Merry Christmas Mina ! Thank you for your wonderful music !

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Carl Jung's theory of the collective unconscious was inspired by The Secret of the Golden Flower (Taiyi Jinhua Zongzhi), and there are numerous similarities between the two. Different Backgrounds Jung's Theory: Rooted in Western psychology and philosophy, Jung's theory emphasizes the exploration of the deep layers of the individual psyche. The Secret of the Golden Flower: Originating from Eastern Taoist and Buddhist traditions, this classic emphasizes the unity between the universe and the human mind. Practical Methods Jung: Primarily explores the collective unconscious through psychological analysis and the interpretation of symbols. The Secret of the Golden Flower: Focuses on inner cultivation and meditation, integrating both physical and spiritual practices. Integrating Modern Psychology with Traditional Practices The cultivation methods outlined in The Secret of the Golden Flower can be viewed as psychological tools. Through meditation and inner observation, individuals confront their "shadow," achieving psychological transformation and integration. Archetype Research in the Collective Unconscious Jung’s methods of symbol interpretation can provide insights into the deeper meanings of the symbols in The Secret of the Golden Flower, such as "Golden Flower" and "Taiyi." These symbols can be regarded as part of humanity's shared spiritual heritage. Integration of Eastern and Western Wisdom Both Jung’s psychology and the meditative philosophy of The Secret of the Golden Flower emphasize the importance of spiritual awakening. The two can complement each other in areas such as symbolism, meditative techniques, and self-development.

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Loving the Visuals

Incredibly moving. Thank you.

Marvelous story!

very nice

Relaxing, beautiful, serene... I like it a lot💙💙

This is amazing !

I really enjoyed the tale to the picture !!

Another truly healing and calming soundscape. Thank you for sharing it with us💙💙

This one is awesome!

What an amazing vibe! I loved it💙💙

This is so Otherworldly and trance like as it seems to gently float the Mind mentally to and from.. This evokes so many emotions of past & present scenarios of Life.. Words cannot due justice to the feelings that come forth here.. THANK You for the Essence that You have provided to others.. Peace Be With You..

This is beautiful I love it

So smooth soundscape, good for perfect relaxation🌌

Great episode, beautiful story

Amazing, thank you for the music!

Tranquility

Enki is aka Satan.🤔🌏🤟

In the boundless, silent expanse of the universe, I sit alone aboard the Enki spacecraft, my heart brimming with thoughts of you. A gentle, purple glow from the ship washes over everything, as though the entire cosmos has, in this fleeting moment, solidified into a dreamlike, ethereal painting. Through the vast windows, nebulae unfurl slowly, like streams of violet silk flowing through the endless void. Distant stars hang in the distance, casting faint glimmers of light that mingle with the surrounding purple mist, as if the universe itself is whispering ancient, forgotten secrets. Amidst this purple glow, your figure dances gracefully. You are like a butterfly in a dream, and with every delicate flutter of your wings, it feels as if the stars and moonlight are woven into a tapestry. Faint purple specks fall like stardust, scattering silently through the stillness. You are so elegant, like a shadow gliding on a breeze, appearing and disappearing, making it nearly impossible to discern whether you truly exist or are but an illusion born of this violet reverie. In the depths of this purple silence, a haunting, ancient melody begins to rise. It is the music of Enki, the ancient Sumerian god of water, whose melody, as gentle as flowing water, seeps softly into this violet galaxy, like the echo of time reverberating through the stars. Enki, the god of wisdom and water, plays a music that is like an invisible river, coursing through the boundaries of time and space, carrying with it a profound tranquility that cradles our souls. As the melody fills the air, my thoughts drift to moments from past lives. It seems as though our souls have always existed simultaneously, and no matter the life, you always appear in mine, though fate often keeps us apart. Even so, each encounter ignites endless ripples in the depths of my soul. Despite the irresistible pull of each reunion, I always find myself battling the confines of the material world. I gaze at you, unable to tear my eyes away. Your translucent wings flicker in the purple starlight, as if you are part of the melody and the light itself. Enki’s music ascends, carrying with it the wisdom of water, cleansing our souls with its ancient, eternal flow, lifting us to a higher realm of existence. Even with you so near, the solitude in my heart remains. I long to speak with you, as countless questions surge within me, like waves on the shore, but the only response I receive is the profound silence of the universe. Perhaps all of this is nothing more than a dream born of my solitude. Whenever I look upon your delicate, butterfly-like figure, my heart aches with the desire to speak, as if a single whisper might shatter the silence that surrounds us in this vast cosmos. Yet, my voice is lost to the void, leaving only the echoes of my heartbeat and the ancient melody. You continue to dance in the distance, serene and untouchable, while I remain trapped in my own silence-unable to draw near, unable to express the longing I’ve kept hidden. These unspoken desires, like stars drifting through the eons, scatter and fade, leaving me here, silently watching over you in this purple dream.

In the depths of the dream, I found myself wandering through the ancient Persian empire, where eternal flames burned quietly on the altars, illuminating my path with the sacred fire of Zoroastrianism. I sought you, crossing countless realms of time and space, only to arrive at this place in the dream, a realm reserved for our long-awaited reunion. Time in the dream flowed slowly, as if obeying a distant prophecy, guiding me closer to you with each step. My heart brimmed with endless longing and desire, like those ancient flames that never extinguished. At last, your figure emerged in the distance, a flicker of light rising from the fire, hazy yet familiar, as if leading me back to our very beginning, to the days we once spent together before the altar. My heart raced in this fleeting moment, and all the unspoken words I had buried deep within began to surge, like a fire ready to consume everything in its path. I longed to speak to you, to pour out the emotions I had locked away for so many lifetimes. But as I tried to form words, to let them flow like the flames, I realized I had lost my voice. All the thoughts of yearning and desire that had lived in my heart for so long were now trapped in an invisible cage, unable to pass my lips. I wanted to tell you how much I had missed you, to ask if you too had been searching for me, to see if you remembered the vows we once made beneath the glow of the sacred fire. But in that moment, my words dissolved into nothingness, and my voice vanished like ashes in the wind. I stood before you in silence, my heart burning with unspeakable torment. I wanted to draw closer, to see you more clearly, to gaze upon your familiar face, to once again behold the expressions that the fire had so beautifully illuminated. Yet, every time my eyes met your face, a quiet fear stirred within me-fear that you might notice the desperation in my gaze, fear that you might uncover the emotions I could barely bear to hold. So I hesitated, standing near you, like an ancient worshipper in reverence of their deity, stealing glimpses of you while hiding in the shadows of my own longing, terrified that your eyes might meet mine. Gradually, clouds began to gather across the sky of the dream, as though the gods themselves were punishing me. They obscured your form, veiling you in layers of shadow, erasing you bit by bit from my view. I reached out, trying to grasp you, to pull you back from the swirling mist, but no matter how hard I tried, you remained hidden, slipping further into the darkness, separated from me as if by millennia. I strained with all my might, yet I could not bridge the distance between us, as though the flames of fate had risen between us, forming an insurmountable barrier. My heart was consumed by the silent agony of it all, like the eternal fire on the altar, burning endlessly but never drawing closer to you. And I, left standing alone in this burning dreamscape, was helpless-my hopes crumbling into an endless void of loss.

In the depths of the dream, I sit alone aboard Anahita’s ship, surrounded by the vast silence of the universe and the distant glow of stars. Thoughts of you ripple across my heart like a breeze skimming the surface of a still lake. Beyond the great window, the starry river stretches across the sky like a brilliant tapestry, and the nebulae float, veiled in mist, hovering in the soundless void. I linger at the edge of this solitude, silently calling out to you from within. Suddenly, a faint shimmer drifts into my vision, soft and mysterious, as though born from the endless expanse of stars. It is a spirit-graceful as flowing water, its form bathed in a pale blue light, as if it were a soul drawn from the ancient rivers of time. She moves with a weightless grace, like a dream made manifest, carrying an aura of quiet mystery. I know that only I can see her, as if she were summoned by my yearning alone. "Is it you?" I call out soundlessly in my heart, my voice like a wisp of smoke, dissolving into the void. How I long for a reply, but only the boundless silence answers me. Her gaze is calm and deep, as if she carries within her the secrets of ages. She watches me, yet remains silent. I cannot shake the feeling of familiarity. I ask again, softly, as though stirring forgotten memories, "Do you remember Anahita? The goddess of water and abundance, the one who reigns over rivers, lakes, and rain… do you remember her?" She stands wordless, enveloped in the blue glow, like an echo from time itself. And beside her, I can hear the faint murmur of water, as though distant rivers are quietly singing, or raindrops are gently touching the surface of a calm lake. The sound carries with it an ancient and tender melody, awakening emotions deep within me, memories buried long ago, now stirring, flowing back to life with the movement of the water. In this dream, Anahita’s ship drifts like a fragile leaf upon the vast sea of stars. And I, alone on this silent journey, gaze upon the ethereal spirit. She is the vision I long for but cannot reach, bringing with her endless questions and unspoken longings, like waves crashing in my heart. Yet I remain, solitary and voiceless, quietly waiting, lost in this boundless void, searching for answers that never come.

Anahita is the Ancient Sumerian god for rivers, lakes

I love the picture

That's in iran. NO THANKS. F Iran.

Love it ❤

RIGHTEOUS !

Sitting by the viewport of the spaceship, my gaze drifts through the vast expanse of the cosmos, mesmerized by the resplendent nebulae and majestic celestial bodies. Despite the breathtaking beauty before me, my heart is tethered to a hidden memory. It is a recollection of a time when we floated together in this boundless starry realm, as if the stars and music wove us into their profound and mysterious embrace. Each time that ancient melody gently wafts through the spaceship’s speakers, my soul is deeply stirred. The notes seem to awaken the slumbering fragments of the past, vividly bringing to life the moments we shared on this very ship. In those times, you and I seemed to reunite amidst the intertwining of starlight and melody, our silhouettes merging into a captivating tableau. Yet now, this cherished memory feels like a treasure sealed away, accessible only to me. I cannot know if you also recall these shared moments, if your soul too finds resonance in this evocative music. I silently ask myself: do you remember how we once drifted together through this vast expanse? Can you still feel the connection we once shared? Each inquiry echoes in the boundless universe, met only by the silent stars and the distant strains of music.

As the boundaries of reality gently blur, I find myself immersed in the depths of a dream, where perhaps the true reality resides, or where a distant memory stirs. I seem to be transported back to a time when we were together in a room aboard a grand starship, its walls encased in expansive glass windows. Through these transparent panes, the cosmos unfolded like a magnificent canvas, glittering with endless hues, as if it were presenting every dream and reverie in its boundless splendor. The starship glides slowly toward the planet we once called home, its surface enveloped in a soft, blue halo that resembles a tranquil dawn's first light. The entire cabin is bathed in this ethereal blue tone, creating an ambiance as delicate as a whisper of silk, gently caressing my soul. This shade of blue permeates every corner of the room, leaving an indelible mark on my heart, as if it speaks of a timeless emotion. In this blue-tinted reverie, my thoughts drift like stardust, wandering between the realms of past and present. I ponder you-whether, in some fragment of this dream, you too felt the familiar blue radiance. Did this starry expanse and its gentle halo leave a profound imprint on your heart as well? Perhaps our souls, in this intersection of dream and reality, seek to touch those forgotten years, searching for a resonance we once shared. The dreamscape, with its mesmerizing blue glow and radiant stars, seems to call forth memories of a poetic moment. As these celestial hues and vibrant skies flicker through the corridors of time, they gently summon our recollections.

Lov the artwork if that's what the Mother-Ship looks like Please BEAM ME UP!!!❤😮❤😊

when RUclips fact-checks your ambiance video, you must be doing something right xD

That scene unfolded like a delicate mist at dawn, gently stirring my long-dormant memories. She wore a flowing white robe, the sheer fabric billowing in the breeze like ethereal clouds, light and graceful. Her steps were quiet and composed, leading her towards a distant and mysterious place, as if each step tread upon the strands of time, weaving past and future together. Ahead of her, a graceful butterfly-like spirit fluttered, its wings shimmering with golden light, casting a poetic glow that embraced her figure. In the distance, a magnificent complex of buildings bathed in golden hues slowly emerged at the edge of my vision. Some structures stood grounded in solemn grandeur, while others floated elegantly in the air, as if held aloft by invisible threads, shimmering against the sky. The light was gentle, not blinding, yet it carried an ancient mystery and timeless dignity, as though whispering of a promise that transcends ages. I knew this place, this radiant sight-an echo from my soul’s deepest recesses that now surged forward, like streams returning to the ocean. In a previous life, I, too, had stood before this sacred vista, watching her silhouette advance into the unknown. Back then, I was deeply moved by the same vision, a blend of profound familiarity and yearning stirring within me. Now, the reawakening of this memory felt like sunlight piercing through mist, illuminating my heart with clarity and tenderness. Each of her steps evoked an uncontainable resonance deep within me, as if countless delicate threads were pulling at my soul. Her journey is the call of our intertwined fates, and I am destined to follow her footsteps through endless cycles, until memory and reality converge once more.

Ein unbekannter Bahnhof der Galaxis

Amazing!

I appreciate this.

I love this one, seems this week these two videos are with much higher standard

Wow, this is epic!! Awesome music and image designs!

dark space journey

that chair looks very old -style and uncomfortable ;/

It is a good one!

Are you on artstation or anywhere? Great art. Only just listening to the music now.

I like this pic

I bet ships or space stations like this already exist in Space built by other civilizations

I think this is what Heaven will look like, well done!