Yes ❤

Holy Night is coming … 😴😴😴

I would have to rate the music on this one as number one! It is very soothing and calming! 🎉

I absolutely love this music, I use your mixes during my reiki sessions 💖 I am curious what software you use to create these soundscapes? 🤔

Such a Beauty!!!!!

Love all of this,Happy New Year!!!🙏🏻💚💚💚🙌🏻

A much more needed healing ailment for tonight.

This marvelous creation significantly varies from your usual style. Much more harmonic and melodious, with more emotional depth. Personally, I prefer this artistic form, sounds more polished and aesthetically richer, capturing more of the musical spectrum. You are certainly off to a grand start in this new year, Orlando. 🙏😊🙏

🫶🦋👍sleeping good tonight

"The subtle harmonies in the background are everything. Thanks for sharing

A lovely start to the new year, thank you, Orlando! 🙌🙌

Happy New Year 🎉 and thank you ❤

Amazing soundscape! 👍

That was absolutely amazing! I really dig new, thick rich bass and new voice samples. Panorama is also very noticeble and interesting

❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏❤️

Beautiful and calming as always 🤍💚 I needed this today. Thank you friend.

peaceful as ever

Thank you for the beautiful serene faces. Not scary at all. ❤

I hope you're enjoying this one, your presence and support means a lot : - ) You can support in the following ways: ∞ Download my music & artwork: orlandoorsen.gumroad.com/ ∞ Send a much appreciated Tip - ko-fi.com/orlandoorsen ∞ Become a member - kzbin.info/door/heV4WZ9HmCPHHyGDhsmkggjoin ∞ Like + Subscribe to my channel - www.youtube.com/@etherealodysseymusic?sub_confirmation=1 ~ ⌾rlando ♡ ∞

Story Time: The Great Pine Basin stretched endlessly in every direction, a wilderness untamed by time. Towering pines rose like cathedral spires, their needles forming dense canopies that filtered the sunlight into fragmented, emerald shards. A damp, resinous scent lingered in the air, mixing with the cool, earthy breath of the forest floor. Beneath the trees, moss blanketed everything, a living carpet glowing green even in the shadows. Animals moved unseen through the undergrowth, their rustling a subtle counterpoint to the faint murmur of water lapping at unseen shores. In the heart of this primordial expanse lay Lake Naquoma, the largest body of freshwater on the continent, its mirrored surface a reflection of the sky and trees. The lake was a sacred place, not for its size or beauty, but for what it held at its center. Rising from its still, glassy waters were five colossal stone heads, their faces chiseled with expressions of profound wisdom and serenity. Each head stood as tall as the pines themselves, their features weathered by centuries of wind and rain, yet unmistakably human. The heads belonged to the Healers of Naquoma, ancestral spirits believed to guard the balance of the land. The people of the surrounding forests whispered their names with reverence: Amuna, the leader, whose face bore a commanding calm, was the spirit of unity and regrowth. It was said that her presence kept the forest alive and thriving, guiding the cycles of decay and renewal. Kila, the Purifier, was etched with a stern gaze. Her domain was the cleansing of curses, the banishment of sickness from both the land and the soul. Tumaq, the Listener, had features softened by compassion. He was the intermediary between the living and the spirits, aiding those who sought clarity and solace. Esha, the Keeper of Dreams, bore a faint, enigmatic smile. She was the guardian of the subconscious, known to grant visions to seekers who ventured to the lake at night. Wanoah, the Healer of Wounds, had the stern visage of a warrior. It was said his strength could mend even the deepest injuries, physical or otherwise. The lake was more than a landmark; it was a living sanctuary. Around its edges, the forest grew in vibrant abundance, as though nourished by the very presence of the healers. Flowers bloomed even in the dead of winter, and animals flocked here during harsh seasons, sensing the sanctuary’s unyielding vitality. Those who approached the lake came in silence, for it was said that the healers spoke only in whispers carried by the wind. The water surrounding the stone heads was impossibly clear, revealing a bed of smooth, white stones far below. Each ripple seemed deliberate, as though stirred by unseen hands. Legends told of how the healers had come to be. Long before the pines blanketed the land, the ancestors of this place were said to have faced an era of unending blight. Crops withered, animals vanished, and the land turned brittle underfoot. In their desperation, the people pleaded with the spirits of the earth to save them. From this plea arose the five healers, their spirits manifesting in human form. For years, they wandered the land, restoring its health, teaching the people to live in harmony with nature. When their mortal lives came to an end, they chose to remain as eternal guardians of the forest, their spirits bound to the stone heads rising from the lake’s depths. Pilgrims came from far and wide to see the Circle of the Ancestors, the name given to the formation of the five heads. They came not with demands but with offerings - woven baskets of herbs, carved talismans, songs sung in the old tongue. Each pilgrim knelt at the water's edge, seeking the guidance of the healer whose domain resonated most with their plight. The air around the lake was thick with something unseen, an energy that made the hair on one’s arms stand on end. Some described it as a soft hum, others a deep, almost imperceptible vibration. Those who stayed long enough often experienced vivid dreams, images of the healers walking through the forest, their voices clear yet unintelligible. Though the lake seemed serene, it was said to react to imbalance. When disharmony struck the forest - a sickness spreading among the animals, a reckless logging of sacred trees - the water would darken, its once-crystalline depths clouding with shadows. Storms would form without warning, and the wind would howl with the fury of the ancestors. The people learned quickly to heed these signs, to respect the balance the healers protected. The Circle of the Ancestors was not merely a monument; it was a testament to the profound interconnectedness of life in the Great Pine Basin. The people of the forest lived with the knowledge that every action, every choice, reverberated through the land, the water, and even the stone. To visit the lake was to be reminded of this fragile web, to feel humbled by the enduring presence of the healers who watched over it all. And always, above the lake, the pines swayed gently, as though bowing in eternal reverence to the guardians of the land.

Now i ve be searching for the Peace … ✌️

Bella estampa.

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One of the very few decent ways to start a New Year is to listen to your music and read your stories. I wish you, Orlando, and all those privileged readers and listeners a peaceful 2025! Let those impressive stone heads continue to be our lighttowers in these shadowy times...

This music is from another dimension 👼. I am able to meditate 🧘🏻‍♀️📿🧘🏻‍♀️deeply while listening to this song 🎶 📿🎶🌺🎶📿🌺🎶 Thank you for your beautiful frequency creations!!

Too many great vids to name them all but this one takes me there 🙏🏾🙌🏾🙏🏾🙌🏾.

Thank‘s for your work of Art … 😊 I go to sleep with it … 😴😴😴

Happy new year everyone!❤🎆

So relaxing. Thank you for making this! New sub here❤

My dearest friend, I would like to take this opportunity to express my deep gratitude for the excellent compositions and soundscapes produced throughout this incredible year!! Your heart and passion leave an imprint on each piece. Thank you so much for being on this Platform, and I look forward to even more Gems!! I wish you and all a very Happy and wonderful 2025!! ❤💚😍🫂🎶😇💎

Precious feathers of eternal life, Existence of perpetual serenity, As experiences are shaken off, the taste remains, Keepers of unknown gems, Subtly landing as we grace this land.

Really like this one! Keep creating beautiful peaceful landscapes with music and atmosphere!