Ooooh!! My friend what a magnificent musical composition, loving the color palette, and the right texture to the narrative, so well written as always!!! 💎😊😍👏👏🥁💚
I love it so much, one of the best in this kind, wonderful job, keep on going proposing charismatic ambiance like these, with tribes from different environments !
Question. You don’t have to get into it if you don’t want to but I noticed you choose F as the root. Was that just because it gives that deeply satisfying tooth rattling gut sensation? Was the decision just that visceral or does F have a musical meaning in this context?
@@ericmohler5609 indeed, i choose the root note based on the timbre of the other textures, this time F worked well - it felt deep and complimented the type of atmosphere I wanted to convey . Thanks for listening and for your curiosity, my friend!
I’ve embarked on a six treatment Ketamine protocol to minimize the grip of some entrenched limiting beliefs. I decided to listen to this piece for my second experience. Your work is now a part of my healing journey. Thought you might like to know.
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 ♡ ∞
on repeat mode... one of the best track ever produced by you... I'm speechless about how to describe this track.. just listen and feel the vibe... ❤❤❤❤🎉🎉🎉🎉
Story Time: The Red Mountains loomed in the distance, their jagged peaks cutting through the sky like the fangs of a sleeping dragon. For centuries, they had stood as a boundary between two warring tribes, a deep conflict carved into the land by ancient forces. The Yuhan and the Xi-locked in an endless cycle of strife, neither willing to yield, neither willing to find peace. The land had borne witness to their struggles, and the spirits of the region, stirred by unrest, had turned their backs on both sides. Mei Lin had watched her people, the Yuhan, endure hardship for too long. Her village lay in ruin, families torn apart, with echoes of sorrow reverberating through the valley. The Xi continued their relentless assault, pressing deeper into Yuhan territory. And the gods-her own gods-remained silent, indifferent to the plight of their followers, as if they, too, had grown weary of the unending conflict. One night, as the red mist rolled in from the mountains, Mei Lin made a decision. She would go where no Yuhan had ever dared to go. She would cross into the land of the Xi, into the Red Mountains themselves-the sacred and forbidden place where their gods, the ancient and powerful Red Spirits, were said to dwell. The elders warned her it was folly. The Xi gods were ruthless, full of ancient fury. To approach them would mean great danger, or worse. But Mei Lin had no other choice. Her people were suffering, and if the gods of the Yuhan would not intervene, she would plead with the gods of her enemies. The journey was perilous. As Mei Lin climbed higher into the mountains, the air thickened with a deep, crimson mist that clung to her skin like damp cloth. The rocks beneath her feet bled with streaks of red, and the vegetation-twisted, gnarled, and blackened-seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. Even the birds avoided this place, leaving only the sound of her footsteps and the distant, hollow wail of the wind. She knew the stories, the legends of the Xi gods. How they had once walked the earth as rulers of fire and stone, until the Great Spirit had taken their physical forms and bound them to the Red Mountains for all eternity. Their greatest god, Ka-Shan, was said to be the fiercest of them all. His statue stood deep within the mountains, a monument to his eternal power. It was to Ka-Shan that Mei Lin would speak. As she reached the heart of the mountains, the mist became so thick it was difficult to see, but Mei Lin pressed on. Soon, through the red haze, she saw it-the head of Ka-Shan. The statue was colossal, carved from the very rock of the mountain, its features sharp and fierce, with eyes that seemed to burn with a deep, smoldering intensity. The mouth, set in a grim, eternal scowl, faced the horizon as if watching for enemies who had long since faded away. Mei Lin approached the statue, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no offering, no sacrifice, only the desperation of her people and the fire of her will. She knelt before the towering stone figure, her hands trembling as she pressed them into the cold, damp earth. "Ka-Shan, god of the Red Tribe," she began, her voice barely a whisper against the wind. "I come not as an enemy, but as a daughter of the earth. My people suffer, as do yours. I seek not to beg, but to ask-will you hear me?" For a long moment, there was only silence. The mist swirled, and the air seemed to grow colder, as if the mountain itself were holding its breath. Then, without warning, a fierce wind erupted from the statue, swirling around her like a tempest. Mei Lin gasped as her hair whipped wildly in the air, her gown flapping violently against her body. It felt as though the mountain were testing her, pushing against her spirit, trying to see if she would break. But she held firm, her eyes locked on the statue, her heart resolute. The wind stilled. The air became heavy, thick with ancient power. And then, in the depths of her mind, a voice-deep, resonant, and as old as the earth itself-spoke. "You dare stand before Ka-Shan?" Mei Lin's heart seized. The voice echoed inside her, not with anger, but with curiosity, as though this god, this ancient being, had not been spoken to in centuries. She swallowed her fear. "I dare, because I must," she replied. "The conflict has lasted too long. The earth cries out, your people cry out. I am no warrior, no priestess. I am but a woman who seeks peace. Will you deny me?" The wind howled again, but this time it was warm, almost comforting, as if Ka-Shan himself were considering her words. For what felt like an eternity, the mountain was silent. Then, slowly, the red mist began to thin, revealing the full glory of the statue, bathed in the light of the setting sun. The stone face, once so fierce and unyielding, seemed to soften ever so slightly. "You are brave," the voice rumbled. "Braver than those who have come before you. But peace is not easily won. It requires sacrifice." "I will sacrifice whatever is needed," Mei Lin said, her voice steady, her resolve unbroken. The god was silent for a moment, then spoke again, softer this time. "If peace you seek, then peace I shall give. But you, Mei Lin, must become the bridge between our worlds. The spirit of the mountain shall not go quietly, nor shall my people. You will not return to your village. You will transcend. Become one with this land, and in doing so, bring harmony to those who walk upon it." Mei Lin’s breath caught in her throat. She had known there would be a price, but this? To give up her life, her very soul, to become something more? She glanced back at the path she had traveled, at the world she had known. Then she looked back at the towering face of Ka-Shan, at the warmth that now radiated from his stone gaze. "I accept," she whispered. A sudden warmth enveloped her, a golden light that seemed to pour from the heavens. The red mist parted completely, revealing the sky in a brilliant display of color. Mei Lin felt herself lift, weightless, her body dissolving into the very air around her. She felt no fear, no sorrow-only peace. As she ascended, the voice of Ka-Shan echoed in her mind one last time. "You will be the voice of this land, Mei Lin. And through you, the world shall know peace." From that day forward, the Red Mountains were quiet. The tensions between the Yuhan and the Xi faded, and in the years that followed, the tale of the brave woman who had ventured into the heart of the mountains became legend. They said that Mei Lin had become one with the gods, that her spirit now resided within the stones themselves, watching over both tribes. And in the heart of the mountains, where Ka-Shan's statue still stood, a new monument appeared-an ethereal, serene stone head, its features those of a woman, its eyes watching the world with a quiet, eternal peace. Folklore said that those pure of heart, those who sought peace above all else, could still hear her voice, guiding them, just as she had guided her people toward harmony. But Mei Lin herself was never seen again.
The resolute, determined and courageous Mei-Lin, ascended as a Butterfly into the heart of the land, Red drenched land, the relentless suffering of both Tribes, In her mind no hesitation had space, young and simmering with compassion, made the ultimate sacrifice, Burning rage, blackened bruises, now for the pages of history books, Eternal tranquility and peace, a soothing and whispering voice, She watches as the beloved land heals, shedding years no more.
Thank you! Love the rhythm on this one. Definitely a little different for you but its really cool. I think experimenting with adding even more subtle rhythms and then fading them in and out in future tacks would be super cool!
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Ooooh!! My friend what a magnificent musical composition, loving the color palette, and the right texture to the narrative, so well written as always!!! 💎😊😍👏👏🥁💚
I love it so much, one of the best in this kind, wonderful job, keep on going proposing charismatic ambiance like these, with tribes from different environments !
That means a lot, thank you : - )
Ouvindo essa música... Montado nu'a mula e seguindo o caminho, Sertão a dentro,embaixo de chuvas e na maior calma...
Ô,coisa boa 🎉
Sounds amazing : - )
Божественно красиво ❤️❤️❤️Я восхищаюсь и это очень по душе ❤️❤️❤️благодарю ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you
God, I love this. Thank you
Thank you my friend, this one was a true labour of love !
Question. You don’t have to get into it if you don’t want to but I noticed you choose F as the root. Was that just because it gives that deeply satisfying tooth rattling gut sensation? Was the decision just that visceral or does F have a musical meaning in this context?
@@ericmohler5609 indeed, i choose the root note based on the timbre of the other textures, this time F worked well - it felt deep and complimented the type of atmosphere I wanted to convey .
Thanks for listening and for your curiosity, my friend!
I’ve embarked on a six treatment Ketamine protocol to minimize the grip of some entrenched limiting beliefs. I decided to listen to this piece for my second experience. Your work is now a part of my healing journey. Thought you might like to know.
@@ericmohler5609 thank you for sharing my friend, happy to be a part of your journey. All the best my friend - Orlando
Estoy hipnotizada con esta música, me fascina, muchas gracias.
Glad you enjoyed : - )
oooh love this slightly more rhythmic sound! perfect for my morning warm up routine 💗
So glad! : - )
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 ♡ ∞
A new peak Orlando! 👏
Glad to have your approval my friend
One of my favorites you've done so far. This invokes an energy of deep memory.
Thank you, I spent a while on this one , so it means a lot
on repeat mode... one of the best track ever produced by you... I'm speechless about how to describe this track.. just listen and feel the vibe... ❤❤❤❤🎉🎉🎉🎉
Thank you so much my friend! I spent even longer than usual on this one , so it means a lot
oooh love this slightly more rhythmic sound! perfect for my morning warm up routine
Love to hear this, thank you my friend
Story Time:
The Red Mountains loomed in the distance, their jagged peaks cutting through the sky like the fangs of a sleeping dragon. For centuries, they had stood as a boundary between two warring tribes, a deep conflict carved into the land by ancient forces. The Yuhan and the Xi-locked in an endless cycle of strife, neither willing to yield, neither willing to find peace. The land had borne witness to their struggles, and the spirits of the region, stirred by unrest, had turned their backs on both sides.
Mei Lin had watched her people, the Yuhan, endure hardship for too long. Her village lay in ruin, families torn apart, with echoes of sorrow reverberating through the valley. The Xi continued their relentless assault, pressing deeper into Yuhan territory. And the gods-her own gods-remained silent, indifferent to the plight of their followers, as if they, too, had grown weary of the unending conflict.
One night, as the red mist rolled in from the mountains, Mei Lin made a decision. She would go where no Yuhan had ever dared to go. She would cross into the land of the Xi, into the Red Mountains themselves-the sacred and forbidden place where their gods, the ancient and powerful Red Spirits, were said to dwell. The elders warned her it was folly. The Xi gods were ruthless, full of ancient fury. To approach them would mean great danger, or worse. But Mei Lin had no other choice. Her people were suffering, and if the gods of the Yuhan would not intervene, she would plead with the gods of her enemies.
The journey was perilous. As Mei Lin climbed higher into the mountains, the air thickened with a deep, crimson mist that clung to her skin like damp cloth. The rocks beneath her feet bled with streaks of red, and the vegetation-twisted, gnarled, and blackened-seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. Even the birds avoided this place, leaving only the sound of her footsteps and the distant, hollow wail of the wind.
She knew the stories, the legends of the Xi gods. How they had once walked the earth as rulers of fire and stone, until the Great Spirit had taken their physical forms and bound them to the Red Mountains for all eternity. Their greatest god, Ka-Shan, was said to be the fiercest of them all. His statue stood deep within the mountains, a monument to his eternal power. It was to Ka-Shan that Mei Lin would speak.
As she reached the heart of the mountains, the mist became so thick it was difficult to see, but Mei Lin pressed on. Soon, through the red haze, she saw it-the head of Ka-Shan. The statue was colossal, carved from the very rock of the mountain, its features sharp and fierce, with eyes that seemed to burn with a deep, smoldering intensity. The mouth, set in a grim, eternal scowl, faced the horizon as if watching for enemies who had long since faded away.
Mei Lin approached the statue, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no offering, no sacrifice, only the desperation of her people and the fire of her will. She knelt before the towering stone figure, her hands trembling as she pressed them into the cold, damp earth.
"Ka-Shan, god of the Red Tribe," she began, her voice barely a whisper against the wind. "I come not as an enemy, but as a daughter of the earth. My people suffer, as do yours. I seek not to beg, but to ask-will you hear me?"
For a long moment, there was only silence. The mist swirled, and the air seemed to grow colder, as if the mountain itself were holding its breath. Then, without warning, a fierce wind erupted from the statue, swirling around her like a tempest. Mei Lin gasped as her hair whipped wildly in the air, her gown flapping violently against her body. It felt as though the mountain were testing her, pushing against her spirit, trying to see if she would break. But she held firm, her eyes locked on the statue, her heart resolute.
The wind stilled. The air became heavy, thick with ancient power. And then, in the depths of her mind, a voice-deep, resonant, and as old as the earth itself-spoke.
"You dare stand before Ka-Shan?"
Mei Lin's heart seized. The voice echoed inside her, not with anger, but with curiosity, as though this god, this ancient being, had not been spoken to in centuries. She swallowed her fear.
"I dare, because I must," she replied. "The conflict has lasted too long. The earth cries out, your people cry out. I am no warrior, no priestess. I am but a woman who seeks peace. Will you deny me?"
The wind howled again, but this time it was warm, almost comforting, as if Ka-Shan himself were considering her words. For what felt like an eternity, the mountain was silent. Then, slowly, the red mist began to thin, revealing the full glory of the statue, bathed in the light of the setting sun. The stone face, once so fierce and unyielding, seemed to soften ever so slightly.
"You are brave," the voice rumbled. "Braver than those who have come before you. But peace is not easily won. It requires sacrifice."
"I will sacrifice whatever is needed," Mei Lin said, her voice steady, her resolve unbroken.
The god was silent for a moment, then spoke again, softer this time. "If peace you seek, then peace I shall give. But you, Mei Lin, must become the bridge between our worlds. The spirit of the mountain shall not go quietly, nor shall my people. You will not return to your village. You will transcend. Become one with this land, and in doing so, bring harmony to those who walk upon it."
Mei Lin’s breath caught in her throat. She had known there would be a price, but this? To give up her life, her very soul, to become something more? She glanced back at the path she had traveled, at the world she had known. Then she looked back at the towering face of Ka-Shan, at the warmth that now radiated from his stone gaze.
"I accept," she whispered.
A sudden warmth enveloped her, a golden light that seemed to pour from the heavens. The red mist parted completely, revealing the sky in a brilliant display of color. Mei Lin felt herself lift, weightless, her body dissolving into the very air around her. She felt no fear, no sorrow-only peace. As she ascended, the voice of Ka-Shan echoed in her mind one last time.
"You will be the voice of this land, Mei Lin. And through you, the world shall know peace."
From that day forward, the Red Mountains were quiet. The tensions between the Yuhan and the Xi faded, and in the years that followed, the tale of the brave woman who had ventured into the heart of the mountains became legend. They said that Mei Lin had become one with the gods, that her spirit now resided within the stones themselves, watching over both tribes. And in the heart of the mountains, where Ka-Shan's statue still stood, a new monument appeared-an ethereal, serene stone head, its features those of a woman, its eyes watching the world with a quiet, eternal peace.
Folklore said that those pure of heart, those who sought peace above all else, could still hear her voice, guiding them, just as she had guided her people toward harmony. But Mei Lin herself was never seen again.
Love that beautiful story. Darshano 💖
The destination is not as important as the journey. Thanks so much for creating such a wonderous journey. The movement is terrific. 😊
Welcome back Gregory ! A slightly different vibe today, glad you enjoyed
Really love this track and will revisit it again soon!
Great to see you here again Jason. That means a lot, thank you
Gratitude 🙏
The pleasure is mine, thank you for listening
Love the colors used in this one, another great piece Orlando. Have a great week.
Thank you my friend! Experimenting with some new themes and colours over the next few weeks : - ) have a good one
Wow just WOw
That’s the reaction I like to see : - )
The resolute, determined and courageous Mei-Lin, ascended as a Butterfly into the heart of the land,
Red drenched land, the relentless suffering of both Tribes,
In her mind no hesitation had space, young and simmering with compassion, made the ultimate sacrifice,
Burning rage, blackened bruises, now for the pages of history books,
Eternal tranquility and peace, a soothing and whispering voice,
She watches as the beloved land heals, shedding years no more.
Loved reading this with my tea ☕️
Wasome❤❤❤
Very good. Thank you
Sending best wishes from rainy Switzerland! Thank you for your work, it helps. ^_^
Happy to help! Thank you so much
beautiful
Many many thanks
Beautiful new age jam. It's giving Oneohtrix Point Never. Great job
OPN is the goat! Thanks my friend
YES!!!🙌🙌💕💕💕💕 I LOVE THIS!!💕💕💕💕
So glad you did
Thank you! Love the rhythm on this one. Definitely a little different for you but its really cool.
I think experimenting with adding even more subtle rhythms and then fading them in and out in future tacks would be super cool!
Yes ! I’ve been very tempted to do so, so that’s great to hear . Glad you enjoyed
Loving the theme, amazing! 💯💯❤❤
Thank you ! A different flavour today : - )
wow! Totally diff touch enjoying with earpods!...best vibe as always
We have to switch it up to keep it interesting : - ) so glad you enjoyed it my friend
@etherealodysseymusic for sure my friend!
Beautiful
Thank you my friend : - ) glad you think so
..oh, and nice to see a real woman in your art work!!
Glad you appreciate : - )
the section at 2:42 is epic
Glad you enjoyed, very different to my usual style !
The pigments... they heal you.
You know!
I know you know, you know ?
💜❤️🩷🩶🤍
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