Moonlight Meditations (Instrumental Sound Bath)

Moonlight Voyage

Анна Колесникова - Скрипка

Андрей Фазлеев cover (5nizza "Забери меня к себе")

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TEA.FLIGHT.FEST MOSCOW/ELECTRO MIX MARCH 2022

Military psychologists talk about the third psychological phase during the war. This phase is characterized by terrible fatigue, apathy, despair, irritability. I want to wish all of us strength, patience and faith. Today I recorded this song, which I called "Lullaby for the Son", he loves to listen to the piano. Listen, maybe you will like it

"Lullaby for the Son", 24,03,2022

Ecstatic Dance DJ Mix March 2022

Getting the magic sonus moving into the old world. 🌍
For the first time ever playing a set in Europe! 

What a true honor to be able to share some of my ecstatic dance journey in Odessa Amsterdam. Super advance community in the heart of Holland, where they have about 10 Ecstatic Dances a week.

Great community. Super helpful spaceholders.

Had a really nice time playing this set. This might have been one of my favorites edance sets ever played. 😬

Magisus ~ de vuelta al viejo mundo (Odessa Amsterdam Ecstatic Dance)

Alyawm ∞ D-P, Sarband
In the Garden of Souls ∞ Vas
Naturaleza (Mose edit) ∞ Danit
Wind (Baptiste Sejourne remix) ∞ Faran Ensemble
Marco Polo (Yaman S edit) ∞ Loreena McKennitt
Jabbama ∞ Kilabo
Primal ∞ Kapoor & Hvitling
Tamara Alghosa (Kusht remix) ∞ Jungle Kitchen 
Ombu ∞ intiNahual
The Electric Biome (Liquid Bloom & Pere remix) ∞ Deya Dova
Bavani Biralo (Martin Dubois remix) ∞ Jungle Kitchen
Kara ∞ MOS
The Views of Wellington (Doppel remix) ∞ Taya
Afronaut (Afrosideral remix) ∞ Shaman's Dream & Afrosideral
Bade Zile (Chris Lake & Fritz Carlton remix)∞ Lakou Mizik & Joseph Ray
Ogou (16BL remix) ∞ Lakou Mizik & Joseph Ray
Your Love ∞ Tourist
Halcyon (On & On) (Jon Hopkins remix) ∞ Orbital
Elysium (Gres A Deep remix) ∞ Lisa Gerrard & Hans Zimmer
Yoko ∞ begun
Isles of the Great Goddess (Temple Step remix) ∞ Deya Dova
Little Star ∞ Stina Nordenstam

DJ Druid/Darren Austin Hall ∞ Goddess Rising Ecstatic Dance Mix

Дорогие, спасибо вам за доверие в праздничный вечер, от души делюсь сетом с праздника! Приятного прослушивания, танца ✨🙏💗

Cacao dance с прошлого года: https://soundcloud.com/victorkostin/cacaodance20122021moscow
Другие мои сеты можно послушать здесь:
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www.mixcloud.com/djVictorKostin

Cacao Dance ❂ 16.12.2022 Moscow ❂ Rebozo Party ❂ Live set Dj Victor Kostin

A Low Susurrus of Desolation: Echoes in the Void of Being
In the vast, reverberating chambers of existence, there lies a sound—faint, elusive, almost imperceptible—a low susurrus of desolation. It drifts between thoughts, coils through the hidden crevices of the self, a gossamer thread of melancholy: fragile in tone, yet unyielding in presence. This is not the piercing cry of despair, but something quieter, more insidious—a constant undertone to the human experience. It is a sonic haze, wrapping itself around the soul, enveloping it in the muted twilight of being, an ever-present murmur beneath the rhythms of modern life.

The Anatomy of the Whisper
A susurrus is a murmur, a whisper so soft it barely brushes the threshold of sound. Desolation, in contrast, evokes a vast emptiness—bleak, lifeless, and stripped of warmth. When these converge, they form a paradox: the whisper of absence, the voice of a void that is not silent, but softly humming. It doesn’t shout or plead. It persists—a lingering undertone, subtle yet unshakable, a slow vibration that hums beneath awareness, infusing everything with an aura of weightless sorrow.
This low susurrus is the background music of modernity. It pulses beneath the surface of urban life, beneath neon lights and algorithmic noise. It resonates in the quiet of empty office buildings, in derelict suburbs, and in the flicker of screens that promise connection yet deepen dislocation. It is the faint drone of progress turned hollow, of meaning stripped down by acceleration and abstraction.

Whispers in the Mind
To hear the susurrus is to become attuned to a quiet kind of despair—not the agony of sudden loss, but the erosion that comes with time. It is the dull ache that grows from small, daily failures: missed connections, drifting dreams, the steady accumulation of the almost. This murmur is not loud, not sharp—it is gentle, almost soothing, a background hum of resignation that settles over the psyche like dust on forgotten things.
In its whisper lies the voice of surrender—not of defeat, but of acceptance. The susurrus speaks the language of postmodern fatigue. It echoes the unraveling of collective meaning, the decline of shared truths, the slow fading of belief systems once seen as immutable. It is the sound of drifting in a world where all anchors have lifted, where every certainty is questioned and every answer provisional.

Echoes of the In-Between
This sound cannot be escaped. It is woven into the very fabric of experience. It echoes what has been lost and what will never come to be. It lingers in the liminal—between joy and sadness, movement and stillness, longing and numbness. In this in-between, emotions flatten and motivation dulls. The world becomes a place not of clear highs and lows but of muted grays.
And yet, strangely, this whisper brings comfort. It is familiar, a presence we recognize even if we never named it. It rocks us gently, not toward hope, but toward stillness. It asks not for striving but for still surrender. It is the lullaby of the weary, the ambient hum that invites us not to resist, but to rest.

A Silent Requiem
In the end, the low susurrus of desolation is not a threat but a teacher. It reminds us that emptiness is not a flaw in being, but a fundamental rhythm. It is the voice of impermanence, the song of all that was, all that might have been, and all that will pass. It is not nihilism, but clarity—the soft illumination of finality.
There is peace here—not fulfillment, but quiet. Not triumph, but cessation. The susurrus whispers the universe’s oldest truth: all things return to silence. And in that silence, we find something beyond despair. 
We find release. 
We find rest.

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The cellist, multi-instrumentalist, innovatively combined the sound of the classical cello with electronic devices. 

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Leading energy sessions, streaming practices, metameditations. 

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