Hiding away again, Vera starts to feel her psychological stability falling apart.  She continues to pray to anything that will hear her pleas to save her from losing herself while trapped alone so far away from home, and no sign of hearing from Vincent and his team.

Project Umbriel

HIMOS (Hiding Inside My Own Space)

HIMOS - Hiding Inside My Own Space

eyes of the aspen trees

Another OPEN COLLAB
111 bpm 4/4 Key of C minor/penta

Kyoto Bounce—OPEN COLLAB

Kyoto Bounce (Libby Laksmi) OPEN COLLAB

(SoundCloud Exclusive)

I have gotten permission from GrevusAnjl to make this version downloadable here as well, so feel free to grab the file if you like it.

When I read the beautiful description accompanying this amazing song I really wished it was part of the music itself, and eventually realised I could do it because the creators GrevusAnjl (Justin, @grevusanjl, https://grevusanjl.bandcamp.com) and Jo (@minimal_drone_grl, minimaldronegrl.bandcamp.com/) allowed remixes.

Original song link: https://soundcloud.com/grevusanjl/floras-beautiful-dream-minimal_dronegrl-grevusanjl

I read their story aloud:

The first signs of morning sunlight appear above the mountain’s rock covered peaks, as the Earth spins us around to witness the brilliance of another new day. Bright rays shine visibly through the morning mist, and dewdrops sparkle like diamonds among the tree leaves as the valley below slowly fills with warmth and light.

Flora watches from her vantage point high above; witnessing her friends in the forest come alive to greet another day; and the people in the city streets down in the valley below come alive to serve another day. She’s watched this dance for many years; the forest remaining peaceful in its ancient perfection; the people below growing ever more unsatisfied as they strive for an illusionary and strangely unattainable perfection of their own.

This idea might sound sad to you and I. But over the years she has also seen miracles occur among us. From her vantage point she sees us like fields of energy; and the majority of that energy looks rather stagnant and mucky, like cesspools of unmoving water, unaware of the renewing stream we have been cut off from. But once in a while, an explosion of light energy will burst outward from a single house or apartment building, as someone becomes disenfranchised from their false identity, and their hearts open up to new ideas for the first time.

Surprisingly, these changes often occur after great loss. And she suspects this is due to the fragility of our illusion. She sees how lost we all are in these roles and characters we have built for ourselves, and she sees how quickly that false identity can shatter when we lose the things we prioritized the most. The loss of a relationship or loved one, a terminal illness in the body, the end of a career, a complete collapse in financial stability… when we lose the things we thought mattered most to us, some of us experience a miraculous opportunity for awakening to the truth that we were never those things to begin with.

Flora lovingly watches the majority of us grow more sickly and stagnant with time. And she never loses hope… because every evening, she has the same beautiful dream.

In her mind, the first signs of morning sunlight appear above the mountain’s rock covered peaks, as the Earth spins us around to witness the brilliance of another new day. Bright rays shine visibly through the morning mist, and dewdrops sparkle like diamonds among the tree leaves as the valley slowly fills with warmth and light.

But even brighter still are the explosions of light energy bathing the valley down below. After so many truly dark nights, many of us finally wake up the next morning to discover we were never all the things we lost in the night. In fact, we are something much larger. And as our energy explodes out, and the laws of attraction take hold, these simultaneous bursts prove to be strong and frequent enough to cause a chain reaction… and the whole valley lights up brighter than the sun itself.

We have finally realized we are simply conscious life, and nothing more. And in our new found freedom from identity, we all begin again.

Flora slumbers peacefully, knowing full well… this dream will some day come true.

Flora's Beautiful Dream by GrevusAnjl & Minimal_Drone*GRL, Narrated by Masha Solo

noxpox - Fidschi Fun

NECTO

Once Remembered

Quartet: Cealum

The monument of Alexander the Great in Skopje, Macedonia, is a colossal 24 meter tall statue with a large fountain and dozens of water jets. Here is a 10-minute excerpt of the very, very long song of the waters of the fountain…
Le monument d'Alexandre le Grand à Skopje, en Macédoine, est une statue colossale de 24 mètres de haut avec une grande fontaine et des dizaines de jets d'eau. Voici un extrait de 10 minutes du très, très long chant des eaux de la fontaine...

Alexander the Great fountain, Skopje

The Alexander the Great fountain in Skopje, Macedonia

A newer version of this appears on https://music.blisterpop.com/album/love-it-when-it-slips

(NaviarHaiku498)

Recorded, mixed & mastered 21 Jul 2023 by Jim Lemanowicz at Blissville Electro-Magnetic Laboratories of Massapequa.

©2023 Jim Lemanowicz - please feel free to remix/evolve https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0/

Process notes

- 4 tracks of my voice, originally recorded on 29 Oct 2005, processed with Ableton Live and plugins by encoder audio. Melda, iZotope Ozone 9 and Ableton native devices.
- I'm very slowly working on an album using my voice as source material. This was something initiated with Disquiet 0548 called "Prelude In Preparation" & continued on the more recent Disquiet 0603 in "Contagium." I've also released a track named "Forgot" for a Magpie Pirates compilation called Memory, Reflections under the Yeast With Teeth name too.  

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This original version of "Across The Idlewild Marshes" was submitted as part of ​naviarhaiku498 – Long days and warm nights. It is based on this haiku by TreniseFerreira - https://twitter.com/TreniseFerreira. 

Long days and warm nights
Laughter carried through the breeze
Summer sings to us

I also used as inspiration some of the artwork here - https://whitney.org/exhibitions/spilling-over. 

The title was inspired by a section in the book "Hidden Waters Of New York City" by Sergey Kadinsky.

More about Naviar Haiku and Naviar Records - 
https://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku/

https://www.naviarrecords.com/

More about this challenge -
https://www.naviarrecords.com/2023/07/19/naviarhaiku498-long-days-and-warm-nights/

Tagging @naviar-records

This track was originally released under the artist name "Yeast With Teeth."

Across The Idlewild Marshes (NaviarHaiku498)

A song inspired on an article I once read about Aeham Ahmad, the piano player from Yarmouk, Syria, who's piano was burned by IS.  After this he flee from his country and ended up in Germany. He still plays the piano; you can also find him here on SoundCloud!  @aeham_ahmad




DISCONNECTED

I used to feel free
In my beloved country
There was nothing to image 
that could make me want to leave that place
I used to play piano
And sang songs of love and happiness
Now those days are  gone, those lovely days are gone

I am disconnected
disconnected

My piano is destroyed now
They burned out the devil
My piano was executed and I’m sure 
I would be next if I would stay around too long
So I started travelling
Without knowing where to go
I started travelling
I just had to go.

I am disconnected
Disconnected

I’ve travelled by car, by trains and busses
I walked for many hours
While I sat on boat on the endless sea
I thought it never ended
I’ve waited for gates, without food in the rain 
I crossed 9 borders
Now I here and 
I’m disconnected

I’m disconnected
disconnected

Disconnected

Sound artist.
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Across The Idlewild Marshes (NaviarHaiku498)

Jimmy Lem

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