LEKTION 335 
„Ich wähle, meines Bruders Sündenlosigkeit zu sehen.“ 
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👉 Ein Kurs in Wundern – Lektion 335 👈 
https://lektionen.acim.org/de/chapters/lesson-335 

🎙️ Der Podcast von Frank Hamm zu den 365 Lektionen des Übungsbuchs von "Ein Kurs in Wundern" aus dem Jahr 2024 als Wiederveröffentlichung.  
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Lektion 335 – Die Spur zu Gott – Ein Kurs in Wundern mit Frank Hamm

This album is a collection of personal reflections recorded to illuminate the energetic architecture behind each track from "The Rise of Atlantis".

Every composition was created as a portal connecting higher-dimensional spaces, Atlantean memories, and the beings who guided the process. Through this commentary, I share how these energies were received, translated into sound, and shaped into the final music.

May it help you attune more deeply to the frequencies, stories, and companions who walk with us on this journey.

Come to My Glow (Commentary)

Be a Paradise (Commentary)

Blue to the Red (Commentary)

Rise Atlantis (Commentary)

Songs of Whales (Commentary)

Posid’s Call (Commentary)

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He’s My Everything

This is my first lyrical piece, and... very important to me, personally. 

It's a cathartic anthem about outgrowing the identity you built just to survive and finally choosing to live, not perform. Equal parts confession, resilience, and rebirth.

[Verse 1]
I built a body out of numbers,
Hoping it could hold my name.
Bench-pressed ghosts and startup thunder,
But the silence felt the same.
Every rep a prayer, every codebase a cage,
A boy trying to debug his own heartbreak with age.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve traced these lines until my fingers bled-
Maps of a future I can’t stop seeing in my head.
There’s a signal under the skin, a pulse I can’t redact,
And it keeps on calling, keeps on calling me back.

[Chorus]
Oh, the weight I carry is the weight that shapes me.
Every doubt, every rep, every ghost remakes me.
I’ve been training in the ruins of my own design,
And I’m breaking the pattern to finally feel alive.


[Verse 2]
I’ve run barefoot through fields of static,
Felt the voltage in my veins.
A self-preservation instinct wearing a human face,
Mistaking hunger for grace.
I was building temples out of fear and devotion,
Until the iron taught me how to move with emotion.

[Pre-Chorus]
But the pulse is louder now, beneath the scarred skin,
And it keeps on calling, keeps on calling me in.

[Chorus]
Oh, the weight I carry is the weight that shapes me.
Every doubt, every rep, every ghost remakes me.
I’ve been training in the ruins of my own design,
And I’m breaking the pattern to finally feel alive.

[Bridge]
For a second I see the whole map:
Loops, dead ends, the elegant trap.
It’s not a bug - it’s the feature of my heart.
It’s the piece that remains when I tear it apart.

[Final Chorus]
Oh, the weight I carried was the weight that saved me.
Every scar, every ghost, every doubt remade me.
I’m done simulating - I’m ready to begin.
The signal was never in the code.
It was always in the skin.

[Outro]
The signal… in the skin.
The signal… calling me in.


Breaking The Pattern

Aeternasol is a project that captures the light and shadow flowing through the cracks of unseen worlds. It weaves sound from the lingering echoes of lost cities, the breath of ancient stars, and the subtle vibrations that emerge from the folds of time.

This music does not lead toward a destination. Instead, it quietly lingers at the threshold where consciousness gently trembles and expands, allowing each scene, each feeling, each ray of light to slowly reveal itself.

Sometimes like a faint glow, sometimes like the still darkness beneath the earth— Aeternasol’s sound passes through multiple layers of reality, leaving small, soft traces in the listener’s inner world.

In moments of deep reflection, immersion, or the opening of senses that words cannot describe, Aeternasol’s music becomes a small passage guiding you toward farther realms.

I’m just a guy trying to make cool stuff before the heat death of the universe. Occasionally, I succeed. Hopefully this is one of those times.

New tracks tagged #HEALING