Love this! My dog sleeps to my soundscapes as well, he particularly responded well to the one called O R A C L E - see what your fur babies think about that one, and report back : - )
Although we have never met and probably never will, you’ve come across these words. Take this as a sign that things will get better, that you will overcome whatever challenges you’re facing. Whether life’s troubles brought you here or you’re simply seeking a moment of peace, remember that you are valuable, you are important, and you deserve to be here. You are far stronger than you realize. You’re still here, trying to make things better and build a brighter future for yourself. Whatever keeps you awake at night, it is not stronger than you. You can and will get through this. I may not know you, but I believe in your strength. You might dismiss this as the fleeting words of a stranger, but I hope you choose to believe it: you will be okay. No matter what you decide, know that I believe in you. Put your hand over your heart, take a deep breath. Today may have been tough, but you made it. Tomorrow is a new day, filled with new possibilities. Peace be with you, my friend. Let me know if you need any further adjustments!
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!
This ~ We Must live in the same place... it Never Ends here, true story. Forever Thankful to play this to alleviate my stress and elevate my mood. I've considered playing it on several speakers for my upstairs neighbors including outside on our balcony and in the main foyer 😊 my previous retaliation wasn't as kind.
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.
It doesn't matter where we are from. It doesn't matter what religion we follow, what language we speak, or what country we are from. What matters is feeling the music's essence and if millions of people like you feel the same way, then the music has achieved its purpose. To everyone who is listening to this music right now and thinking about their past, feeling sad, happy, nostalgic, hopeful, crying, thinking, laughing, and looking towards the future with optimism, I send my greetings. With love from Turkey.
May you rest easy with a peaceful heart, from Oregon USA. Please pray to your Higher Power, whomever it may be, for the people of my country. The struggle between darkness and light is real, and it's not looking too good right now. 😞🙏🥺🩷
This is beautiful. I was on the verge of tears, panic… the black hole in my throat almost swallowed me. For now, I am just grateful to have this to ease my mind, even just for a little.
I hope you're enjoying this one, your presence and support means a lot : - ) You can support in the following ways: ∞ Download my artwork: orlandoorsen.gumroad.com/ ∞ Send a much appreciated Tip - ko-fi.com/orlandoorsen ∞ Like + Subscribe to my channel - www.youtube.com/@etherealodysseymusic?sub_confirmation=1 ~ ⌾rlando ♡ ∞
Beautiful, absolutely lifts my spirits, just starting another massage and beauty therapy business again, this time in a small clicky community, I think playing this music while while working will help with return business, stunning, I'm delighted this came up on my RUclips ream, sending love and light to everyone whose listening. ❤️✨🙏
Love to hear this. I sincerely hope my music does indeed add to the experience you offer, which I’m sure is of a high level. Keep me updated with your journey ! Lando x
@@etherealodysseymusic thank you for your message, finger's crossed my business will thrive, been herendous 3 years so returned back to my home country to start my life again, very grateful for the trauma I've experienced, took me to some amazing places, bless you for your blessings. ❤️✨🙏
@@hayleyvarnam8295 starting over is scary, but it's also a blank canvas, so depending on which way you look at it, it's exciting! I'm going through some life changes at the moment, and although it's scary, all the lovely comments and interactions I have here on the channel inspire me to stay positive and manifest good things. I'll be doing the same for you!
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?
Had a great nap to this, with headphones on. Very nice soundscapes. I haven't slept too well, since my mom passed away two days ago. Needed this. Thank you!
I’m deeply sorry to hear that, but pleased to know I was able to help in a little way, for a brief moment. I’m sending positive energy and virtual hugs
My warmest condolences, but I must say that this music is extremely relaxing as is the rest of the channel. I am glad to know it gave you some peace and ease for a while. 🩶
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.
Truth to be told nothing beats the visuals and the music together. I'm listening to this as I work from the morning until night 🙏🙏😉😉 I'm a big fan of meditation , relaxation, Reiki, and Celtic music. This somehow hits the spot between all adding that "spice" or eeriness which makes even more interesting.
Thank you so much my friend! So glad you’re enjoying. Indeed, I think a lot of the inspiration comes from different areas like you mention, nice to know that you notice that : - ) Take care and enjoy !
“I realized, the moment I fell into the fissure, the book would not be destroyed as I had planned continued forward into that starry expanse of which I had only a fleeting glimpse. I have tried to speculate where it might have landed- I must admit, however, such conjecture is futile still, the question of whose hands might one day hold. My Myst book are unsettling to me. I know my apprehensions might never be delayed, and so I close, realizing that ending has not yet been written.” shout out to anyone who gets this quote.
I definitely will my friend ! My schedule so packed , need to find a clearing to get it sorted. Just out of interest, what pricing would seem reasonable to you ? (For a 2 hour soundscape WAV file)
@@etherealodysseymusic For this lenght and quality it's difficult to say. To be honest I am using Tidal masters but I bought albums from Tery Oldield and others in the past (years back). I don't suppose you will stream music through such platforms? Personally I prefer Tidal for the quality of files to that of Spotify, although Spotify has a slightly larger library and is better known.
Every time I play this I have to jump the first 30 mins cus of stupid static cut outs. This happens on multiple devices in different places so ik it’s not just my Wi-Fi or something
My dogs know when I put on your videos, it’s time for rest.
Love this! My dog sleeps to my soundscapes as well, he particularly responded well to the one called O R A C L E - see what your fur babies think about that one, and report back : - )
Adorable as well as correct.
Although we have never met and probably never will, you’ve come across these words. Take this as a sign that things will get better, that you will overcome whatever challenges you’re facing. Whether life’s troubles brought you here or you’re simply seeking a moment of peace, remember that you are valuable, you are important, and you deserve to be here. You are far stronger than you realize. You’re still here, trying to make things better and build a brighter future for yourself.
Whatever keeps you awake at night, it is not stronger than you. You can and will get through this. I may not know you, but I believe in your strength. You might dismiss this as the fleeting words of a stranger, but I hope you choose to believe it: you will be okay. No matter what you decide, know that I believe in you.
Put your hand over your heart, take a deep breath. Today may have been tough, but you made it. Tomorrow is a new day, filled with new possibilities. Peace be with you, my friend.
Let me know if you need any further adjustments!
Thank you for your kind and encouraging words. I'm so glad I came across your comment. I really needed this. Wishing you all the best, my friend ❤
Thank you.
Thank you friend - we all need this connection. Many blessings back to you!
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
Wow... I'm sorry you are going through this. 🙁🙏sending you energies of peace and serenity. Sweet, peaceful sleep. 😴 safety and security. 😇♥ ONE LOVE ♥
11:18 🎉
This ~ We Must live in the same place... it Never Ends here, true story. Forever Thankful to play this to alleviate my stress and elevate my mood. I've considered playing it on several speakers for my upstairs neighbors including outside on our balcony and in the main foyer 😊 my previous retaliation wasn't as kind.
@@meghancharlebois i feel for you!! it can be a living hell i know! especialy when it's incessant and constant. bless ya!
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
It doesn't matter where we are from. It doesn't matter what religion we follow, what language we speak, or what country we are from. What matters is feeling the music's essence and if millions of people like you feel the same way, then the music has achieved its purpose. To everyone who is listening to this music right now and thinking about their past, feeling sad, happy, nostalgic, hopeful, crying, thinking, laughing, and looking towards the future with optimism, I send my greetings. With love from Turkey.
Agreed! All the best to you
Love and peace from Romania ❤
May you rest easy with a peaceful heart, from Oregon USA. Please pray to your Higher Power, whomever it may be, for the people of my country. The struggle between darkness and light is real, and it's not looking too good right now. 😞🙏🥺🩷
This is beautiful. I was on the verge of tears, panic… the black hole in my throat almost swallowed me.
For now, I am just grateful to have this to ease my mind, even just for a little.
great to hear it my friend
So peaceful. Thank you for the gift of relaxation!❤
It’s my pleasure, thank you for listening.
I hope you're enjoying this one, your presence and support means a lot : - ) You can support in the following ways:
∞ Download my artwork: orlandoorsen.gumroad.com/
∞ Send a much appreciated Tip - ko-fi.com/orlandoorsen
∞ Like + Subscribe to my channel - www.youtube.com/@etherealodysseymusic?sub_confirmation=1
~ ⌾rlando ♡ ∞
My cats and I always take our daily naps listening to your RUclips videos! ❤❤
Sounds absolutely blissful. Enjoy… all of you! 🐈⬛🐈
Beautiful, absolutely lifts my spirits, just starting another massage and beauty therapy business again, this time in a small clicky community, I think playing this music while while working will help with return business, stunning, I'm delighted this came up on my RUclips ream, sending love and light to everyone whose listening. ❤️✨🙏
Love to hear this. I sincerely hope my music does indeed add to the experience you offer, which I’m sure is of a high level. Keep me updated with your journey !
Lando x
@@etherealodysseymusic thank you for your message, finger's crossed my business will thrive, been herendous 3 years so returned back to my home country to start my life again, very grateful for the trauma I've experienced, took me to some amazing places, bless you for your blessings. ❤️✨🙏
@@hayleyvarnam8295 starting over is scary, but it's also a blank canvas, so depending on which way you look at it, it's exciting!
I'm going through some life changes at the moment, and although it's scary, all the lovely comments and interactions I have here on the channel inspire me to stay positive and manifest good things. I'll be doing the same for you!
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
Great work yet again Orlando, keep it up brother! 💯💯❤❤
Thank you again my friend ! : - )
Благодарю 💚💚💚💚💚🏡💚💚💚💚💚🙏🙏🙏
It’s my pleasure
Wow this is so beautiful to listen to thank you so much very cool 😎 and blocks out all the distractions so I can focus much love!!
That’s great to hear, thanks for listening : - )
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!!!🙏🏻💚🎶
Glad you enjoyed : - )
Beautiful image. In my opinion, it fits perfectly with the music. Thank you
Thank you so much
SO HAPPY FOR THE 8 HOUR VERSIONS YESSSSSSSSSS
Yessss. I love creating the 8 hour versions : - )
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
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?
Вы наверное с другой планеты, кажется, что там именно такая музыка ❤❤❤
Thank you so much! I did come from outer space : - )
Ja
Had a great nap to this, with headphones on. Very nice soundscapes. I haven't slept too well, since my mom passed away two days ago. Needed this. Thank you!
I’m deeply sorry to hear that, but pleased to know I was able to help in a little way, for a brief moment.
I’m sending positive energy and virtual hugs
@@etherealodysseymusic Thank you!
So sorry to hear about the loss of your mom. I pray you'll be able to sleep again and dream about happier times with her.
@@Solitarydancer2346 Thank you
My warmest condolences, but I must say that this music is extremely relaxing as is the rest of the channel. I am glad to know it gave you some peace and ease for a while. 🩶
tonight's sleep soundtrack! thank you ethereal odyssey
It’s my pleasure, enjoy
These sounds are absolutely mesmerizing! I love your work, it has improved my experience by a lot, thank you!
It’s my pleasure, thanks for your kind words : - )
Thanks again for the best music on the planet.
Thank you my friend, so glad you enjoy my compositions
The continuity of your masterful quality is remarkable.
That means a lot my friend… welcome back!
*nice to drive by with..*
41 seconds in and I am absolutely enchanted. Thank you! Reminds me a bit of some of Jean-Michael Jarre's earlier work. 🩷
Thank you that means a lot ! I saw Jean-Michel live in concert over 10 years ago and it was amazing!
Another amazing video. The title sends me back to the Myst video game series and the image is just peaceful and serene.
I loved Myst and Riven, huge inspiration for me
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.
So intriguing and ethereal.
That was amazing!! I want to know more about them, please?🩷
Perfect 👽👽👽✨
Thank you my friend
Out of sincere curiosity which Digital audio workstation do you use ??? 😮😮😮
I’m using Logic Pro , and some Ableton live as well
@@etherealodysseymusic great 😌 take care
Amazing
Thank you my friend : - )
8 hrs ...& incense
,frankencense & myrr🕉🕉🕉🕉🕉💫
Perfection !
Thanks
Truth to be told nothing beats the visuals and the music together. I'm listening to this as I work from the morning until night 🙏🙏😉😉 I'm a big fan of meditation , relaxation, Reiki, and Celtic music. This somehow hits the spot between all adding that "spice" or eeriness which makes even more interesting.
Thank you so much my friend! So glad you’re enjoying. Indeed, I think a lot of the inspiration comes from different areas like you mention, nice to know that you notice that : - )
Take care and enjoy !
❤❤❤
We know!
We all know that you’re a generous fellow. All the best and thanks again for your support my friend : - )
Nice 8h sleeper version 😅
Indeed : - )
“I realized, the moment I fell into the fissure, the book would not be destroyed as I had planned continued forward into that starry expanse of which I had only a fleeting glimpse. I have tried to speculate where it might have landed- I must admit, however, such conjecture is futile still, the question of whose hands might one day hold. My Myst book are unsettling to me. I know my apprehensions might never be delayed, and so I close, realizing that ending has not yet been written.” shout out to anyone who gets this quote.
Such a good intro. I loved Riven as well
Das letzte Silvester, Feuerzangenbowle, die Schocks.😂
Wenn ich jetzt gehe, möchte ich nichts u niemanden aus meiner Vergangenheit mitnehmen. Auch nicht mein Team. Chef, hiermit habe ich gekündigt. Cleo
Remember to tell us when you have FLAC or Hi-Res Audio for sale please :D
I definitely will my friend ! My schedule so packed , need to find a clearing to get it sorted.
Just out of interest, what pricing would seem reasonable to you ? (For a 2 hour soundscape WAV file)
@@etherealodysseymusic For this lenght and quality it's difficult to say. To be honest I am using Tidal masters but I bought albums from Tery Oldield and others in the past (years back). I don't suppose you will stream music through such platforms? Personally I prefer Tidal for the quality of files to that of Spotify, although Spotify has a slightly larger library and is better known.
Check out blueberry meditation 9 hours. Native American flutes. We and our puppies sleep to that every night
I will do, thank you !
Where can I get Lossless version for this, preferably 24bit, for Hi-Fi system?
Not yet, but coming soon!
New me 28/10
Thank you my friend : - )
I'm feeling like you have played that old game, but I'm not sure.Have you played that old game called M Y S T?
It had a huge impact on me. I loved Riven as well, such beautiful games
is this from the game MYST?
It’s not , but I’m massively inspired by Myst and Riven!
5:40:00
Every time I play this I have to jump the first 30 mins cus of stupid static cut outs. This happens on multiple devices in different places so ik it’s not just my Wi-Fi or something
Hey there, sorry about that! Can you time stamp when you’re hearing these cut outs ? I’m not hearing anything on my end. Thank you !
So not the game MYST.
Not the game myst
But very evocative of it! 🥰
@FreeSpirit5150 😄