M Y S T - Beautiful Ethereal Ambient Music - Deep Healing Meditation Soundscapes
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- Опубликовано: 6 окт 2024
- Hello, my friends... I'm excited to share M Y S T, an 8-hour journey through some of the most beloved soundscapes from Ethereal Odyssey. This extended mix is designed to create a soothing and immersive atmosphere, perfect for deep sleep, extended meditation, or even background listening throughout your day. Featuring serene textures and ambient tones, this soundscape aims to help you find calm and relaxation as you drift into a peaceful state. Let the gentle sounds wash over you, and please feel free to share your thoughts and experiences in the comments below. ~ ⌾rlando ♡ ∞
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I have listened to a wide variety of ambient music. I keep coming back here. Your music for me is perfect. It is the right tone.. Not over powering. Not high pitched. Your Imagery. Wow just wow Thank you.
So glad they’re resonating with you , thanks again
i put this on loud to block out the building shite (site) outside and the lack of sound proofing above me, as they trot around with iron clogs on their feet, or so it seems!! really helps to keep the mood mellow!
I know the feeling ! Glad I can provide some relief . Thank you my friend
Stands as a grand marker to your prolific artistry and your phenomenal talent to continuously crack these wonders out. 🙏😊
Thank you my friend. I love putting together these longer pieces
tonight's sleep soundtrack! thank you ethereal odyssey
It’s my pleasure, enjoy
My cats and I always take our daily naps listening to your RUclips videos! ❤❤
Sounds absolutely blissful. Enjoy… all of you! 🐈⬛🐈
Thank you for posting more gentle faces than scary faces. It's appreciated.
It’s my pleasure, I’m glad you’re enjoying .
I can’t guarantee a scary face won’t appear around Halloween, but you’ll forgive me for that, right ? ; - )
Story Time:
On the jagged edge of a craggy cliff stood the statue of Lhaeris, the Goddess of Mist and Whispers. Her face was serene, timeless-her stone eyes cast eternally toward the horizon where the river met the sea. Lhaeris had no temples, no grand followers, no gilded altars in her name. She existed on the periphery, where the land broke into water and the world itself seemed to pause, contemplating its own vastness. Her likeness, carved by hands long forgotten, rose from the earth, half-obscured by the thick mist that clung to the cliff like a living veil.
The mist, her mist, was unlike any other. It moved against the natural order, flowing upstream, then back down into the endless reach of the sea, as though it were alive. The villagers of Esliv, who lived far inland, whispered of it. They called it "The Tide of Secrets," for it was said that Lhaeris wove her whispers into the fog itself, spinning threads of peace and serenity into a world that had grown darker, more brutal with each passing year. Greed spread like a plague, and violence had become the currency of power. The goddess, hidden in her forgotten corner of the world, did what little she could. She whispered, hoping someone would hear.
Few ventured to this place. It was not easy to find, and the path to the cliff was treacherous. But those who did often never left. Pilgrims, lost souls, and the broken-hearted made the journey to Lhaeris' feet, seeking solace in the swirling mist. Some sought peace; others sought oblivion. Legends said that those who meditated long enough in the presence of the goddess would feel their troubles dissolve into the fog, but if they stayed too long-if they lost themselves to the calm-they would turn to stone, becoming part of the cliffs themselves, forever bound to the whispers of Lhaeris.
It was here, at the cusp of land and sea, that Edran found himself, standing before the giant stone face of the goddess. The wind whipped at his cloak, but the mist seemed to move in opposition to the wind, thick and ethereal, encasing the cliffs like a slow-moving river. He had heard the stories from his childhood, tales of Lhaeris passed down through whispers in the village tavern, spoken in hushed voices as if summoning her name would conjure her presence. Edran had always been skeptical. A goddess who whispered through the mist? A power that could bring peace in a world like this? It had seemed too quaint, too naïve for a man who had seen too much of life’s harshness.
But now, after years of wandering the war-torn lands, of seeing the greed and the cruelty grow without end, Edran had nowhere else to go. He was tired-tired of watching his world fall apart, tired of fighting against an unseen tide of darkness. His people, the ones he had tried to protect, had fallen. His village was now just another scar on the landscape, lost to time and memory. He had come to Lhaeris not out of belief, but out of a quiet desperation.
The stone head of the goddess towered above him, her face half-shrouded in the mist she commanded. The faintest outline of a smile curved on her lips, but her eyes held no emotion, only an infinite calm. The mist at her feet swirled in slow, deliberate currents, almost as if it were beckoning.
Edran lowered himself to the ground, feeling the wet stone beneath him. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe in sync with the flow of the mist, as the stories had instructed. For a long time, there was only silence, the gentle lap of water against the rocks far below, the wind’s faint howl across the cliff’s edge.
Then, slowly, the whispers began.
At first, they were faint, indistinct murmurs carried on the air, like the voices of distant memories. He could hear them in the back of his mind, threading through his thoughts, urging him to let go. The weight in his chest began to ease, the tension in his muscles melting away as if absorbed by the mist itself. The whispers grew stronger, yet never louder. They were not voices, not exactly, but something deeper-a current of meaning, flowing through him, wrapping around him like the mist.
"Peace," the whispers said. "Let go of what cannot be changed."
Edran exhaled slowly. For the first time in years, he felt the sharp edge of his pain dulling. The weight of his failures, the faces of those he had lost, all seemed to recede into the mist. Lhaeris was there, not speaking directly, but through the whispers in the fog, guiding him toward a deeper understanding.
Time passed in a blur. The sky above darkened, turning to twilight, though Edran couldn’t remember when the day had begun to fade. The mist thickened, encasing him entirely, muffling the sounds of the sea and the wind until there was nothing left but the whispers and the gentle pulse of his own breath.
He could see why people never left this place. It was too easy to disappear here, to dissolve into the quiet. For the first time in his life, he felt no need to go back. What was there to return to? The world beyond this cliff had been consumed by greed, by cruelty. Here, in the presence of Lhaeris, there was only peace. The allure was undeniable.
"Stay," the whispers urged. "Become one with the mist. In peace, find eternity."
The mist curled around his arms, his legs, his face, and for a moment, Edran wondered if he should simply let it happen-if he should allow himself to become part of the cliffs, a silent watcher over the river and the sea. He had no fight left, no desire to return to a world that seemed determined to destroy itself.
But then, somewhere deep in the fog, there was another voice-a whisper, softer than the others, almost imperceptible. It spoke not of peace, but of something else, something that tugged at the part of Edran that still remembered hope.
"Move forward," it said. "There is more ahead."
Edran opened his eyes. The mist still swirled around him, dense and thick, but the path back to the village, to the world beyond the cliff, was still visible, faint though it was. He hesitated, feeling the pull of the stone at his back, the soft beckoning of the mist to stay.
And yet… that final whisper.
What lay ahead?
Edran stood, his legs unsteady, the mist curling around his feet as if reluctant to let him go. He looked up at the face of Lhaeris, her stone eyes calm, unmoving. Did she know? Was this what she wanted all along? Was the peace she offered meant to keep him here, or was it a challenge, a question-would he accept the quiet or walk into the unknown?
Without another word, he stepped away from the statue, the mist parting slowly as he moved forward. The whispers faded, but the question remained, lingering in the air like the mist itself.
Would he ever find peace? Or was there something else, waiting beyond the cliff, beyond the whispers?
The path ahead was uncertain, but Edran walked it all the same, the mist trailing behind him, carrying with it the voices of those who stayed.
I really enjoy your stories. You're a good writer.
SO HAPPY FOR THE 8 HOUR VERSIONS YESSSSSSSSSS
Yessss. I love creating the 8 hour versions : - )
So masterfully crafted and produced my friend!!! Narratives are always a joy to read, flowing with a “honeyed” essence. 😊👏👏💚👍💎🎉
Thank you kindly! Have a great day my friend
The continuity of your masterful quality is remarkable.
That means a lot my friend… welcome back!
I truly enjoy your channel. I read on this music, it's ethereal. ✨️ thank you!
Thank you my friend, I enjoy creating these, so it’s a win-win : - )
So serene,love it!!!🙏🏻💚🎶
Mesmerized in the dripping pause, the cogs turning in the mind,
Yearning and longing for peace, ebbing away at his strength as a slowly draining faucet,
Statue of destined serenity, encased in visible sheets of rolling and swirling mist,
Touch his heart, does this question as posed, become cemented in peace without any more experiential growth, or move forwards and play with the uncertainty?
Great work yet again Orlando, keep it up brother! 💯💯❤❤
We know!
We all know that you’re a generous fellow. All the best and thanks again for your support my friend : - )