We are all one; both light and dark, good and evil, loving and terrible, spiritual and physical. All is pure, all is for our soul's journey. Blessings to you all.
Thank you 'Otherfoot' , that resonates precisely with my 'journey' ,such as it is. I consider myself as a 'North Western Hemisphere Pagan Warrior'. Frankly, I hate having to use any descriptive at all, but in all fairness, it is the sum total. In 2008 I had a Tarot Spiritual reading done (friend recommended), was sceptical, at first. This lady was from the North East, totally no nonsense, got my attention five minutes in. End result,I knew what a 'Lightworker' is, explains why so much never works out, and was never going to. I'm 64 now, and don't feel bitter, I feel sadness for so many, if anything, people have lost their way because strength has given in to weakness, only one outcome. We were designed to be tough, 'Embrace the Pain' and get forward.
I have a massive playlist of ambient sounds and music for sleeping and reading and have pretty much all your vids in it because they are literally perfect especially for fantasy reading, thank you for making these
After a week to enjoy the send off of summer, I’m back writing the novel today. This dark inspiration is lighting the fire again, showing me the way. 🩵
This is incredible. And you allways paint such amazing pictures in my mind. I can feel the walking and relaxing with the astral godess with this one. Very good.
Recently discovered your channel and listen to it nightly before I go to sleep to calm my anxiety and ADHD-riddled brain. Both your music and your art are so calming! ❤️
The Astral Goddess In the deepest hour of night, when the world lay hushed beneath the weight of darkness, the stars above burned cold and distant, their light indifferent to the lives below. The sky was a vast, endless ocean of black, pierced only by those flickering points of light, each one a tiny beacon in the void, a reminder of the infinite expanse that lay beyond the reach of men. It was in this hour that the goddess came, descending from the heavens like a wisp of smoke, like a whisper carried on the wind. She was not of this world, not bound by the laws of flesh and bone, but something older, something eternal, something that had existed long before the earth had taken shape, long before the first light had pierced the darkness. She moved through the night like a shadow, her form shifting and insubstantial, a figure of light and darkness intertwined, her presence felt more than seen. The air around her crackled with energy, with the cold fire of the stars, and the earth trembled beneath her feet, though she left no mark upon it. Her eyes were the color of the void, endless and deep, and within them lay the secrets of the universe, the mysteries of creation, the knowledge of things that no mortal mind could comprehend. She had no name, this goddess, no title that could capture the essence of what she was. She was the breath of the cosmos, the pulse of the stars, the voice of the void that echoed through the empty spaces between worlds. She was the beginning and the end, the alpha and the omega, the force that held the universe together, even as it tore it apart. She came to the earth in the stillness of the night, when the world lay sleeping, when the barriers between the realms were thin, when the veil between the seen and the unseen was stretched taut and trembling. She moved through the forest, the trees bending toward her as she passed, their leaves rustling in a wind that carried no scent, no warmth, only the cold breath of the void. There was a man in the forest, a wanderer, a seeker of truth, of knowledge, of something that he could not name but that he felt deep within his soul, a longing, a hunger that had driven him from his home, from his life, into the wilderness. He had been walking for days, his feet bruised and bloodied, his body weak from hunger and thirst, but he did not stop. He could not stop. The need that drove him was stronger than the pain, stronger than the fear, stronger than the doubt that gnawed at the edges of his mind. He had heard the stories, the old tales whispered by the elders, of a goddess who roamed the night, who came to those who sought her, who offered them a glimpse of the truth, a taste of the knowledge that lay beyond the stars. He had laughed at those tales once, had dismissed them as the fantasies of old men and women, as the relics of a time long past, a time when the world was still filled with wonder and mystery. But now, in the darkness of the forest, with the cold wind biting at his skin, with the stars burning above him like cold, distant fires, he found that he believed. The goddess found him as he stood by a pool of water, the surface still and dark, reflecting the night sky above. He did not hear her approach, did not feel the earth tremble beneath her feet, did not sense her presence until she was standing before him, her form shifting and insubstantial, a figure of light and darkness intertwined. He fell to his knees before her, his breath catching in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. He had come here seeking answers, seeking truth, but now, in the presence of the goddess, he found that he had no words, no voice, only the raw, naked need that had driven him from his home, from his life, into the wilderness. The goddess looked down at him with eyes that were the color of the void, endless and deep, and for a moment, the man felt as if he were falling, as if he were being drawn into those eyes, into the darkness that lay beyond them, into the void that was both the beginning and the end of all things. She spoke to him, her voice like the sound of the wind through the trees, like the whisper of the stars as they moved through the heavens, a voice that was both a command and a question, both a promise and a curse. "Why have you come?" The man trembled before her, his body weak, his mind filled with fear and awe, but he did not look away. He had come too far, had sacrificed too much to turn back now. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words would not come. His voice had deserted him, leaving him mute before the goddess, before the void. She waited, her form shifting and insubstantial, her eyes burning with the cold fire of the stars. She waited for him to find his voice, to find the words that would unlock the secrets he sought, the truths he longed for. But there were no words. The man bowed his head, his shoulders slumping in defeat, in despair. He had come here seeking answers, seeking truth, but now, in the presence of the goddess, he found that he had nothing to offer, nothing to give. He was empty, a vessel that had been drained dry by the years, by the journey, by the weight of the world. The goddess reached out to him, her hand insubstantial, her touch like the brush of a shadow, like the caress of the night itself. She touched his forehead, her fingers cold and soft, and in that moment, the man felt the darkness rise up to claim him, felt the void open beneath his feet, felt the stars burn away the last remnants of his soul. And then there was nothing. The forest was silent, the wind still, the stars cold and distant above. The pool of water lay undisturbed, its surface smooth and dark, reflecting the night sky like a mirror. There was no sign of the goddess, no sign of the man who had sought her, only the silence, only the night, only the void. The stars continued to burn, cold and distant, indifferent to the lives below, to the man who had come seeking answers, seeking truth, and had found only the void. The earth continued to turn, the night giving way to the day, the day to the night, in an endless cycle that cared nothing for the lives of men, for their hopes, their fears, their dreams. And in the darkness, in the void, the goddess remained, a figure of light and darkness intertwined, a presence felt more than seen, a whisper carried on the wind, a breath of the cosmos, a voice of the void. (I'm currently working on a book of short stories if anyone is interested.)
You awake in the fields of Elysium. The warm light of daybreak kisses your face. A light breeze playfully tugs at your hair and whispers to you as it passes through stalks wheat. Lofty clouds ambered as they catch the golden light of the sun, welcoming the new day. The sky, a deep blue, grows brighter with the rising dawn. Pristine lands stretch out before you, glistening with dew, a gracious gift from the cool night. A low and somber mist lifts gently revealing proud mountains, standing high above the world at the boundaries of sight. A serene lake, as clear and blue as the sky itself, sparkles with the promise of life and bounty. The laughter of loved ones at the edge of hearing. Familiar faces welcome you home. A feeling of warmth. A feeling of peace. A feeling of joy.
We're in the the fields of the Divine today. Hope it helps :)
That's a nice concept.
I love your content. I listen every night ❤
Amazingggggg
as we are always =] thank you for the wonderful composition
Oh yeah...this one is exquisite. The deep passionate subtlety, balanced, nuanced. Well done.
We are all one; both light and dark, good and evil, loving and terrible, spiritual and physical. All is pure, all is for our soul's journey. Blessings to you all.
🙏 Thank You! Yes! Blessings 🤲🌟🌟🌟
Yeah❤ thanks = kiitos in finnish ...
Thank you 'Otherfoot' , that resonates precisely with my 'journey' ,such as it is. I consider myself as a 'North Western Hemisphere Pagan Warrior'. Frankly, I hate having to use any descriptive at all, but in all fairness, it is the sum total. In 2008 I had a Tarot Spiritual reading done (friend recommended), was sceptical, at first. This lady was from the North East, totally no nonsense, got my attention five minutes in. End result,I knew what a 'Lightworker' is, explains why so much never works out, and was never going to. I'm 64 now, and don't feel bitter, I feel sadness for so many, if anything, people have lost their way because strength has given in to weakness, only one outcome. We were designed to be tough, 'Embrace the Pain' and get forward.
I like your outlook.
I have a massive playlist of ambient sounds and music for sleeping and reading and have pretty much all your vids in it because they are literally perfect especially for fantasy reading, thank you for making these
So Divine and Wonderful! 💯
After a week to enjoy the send off of summer, I’m back writing the novel today.
This dark inspiration is lighting the fire again, showing me the way. 🩵
very calming!
This is incredible. And you allways paint such amazing pictures in my mind. I can feel the walking and relaxing with the astral godess with this one. Very good.
Well done my friend another good one definitely you can feel the power in the melody bring sense of spiritual Awakening it's wonderful 😊
Breathtaking visual effects, this artwork is a masterpiece AT LEAST.
Simply amazed by this divine epic touch.
Oh my what a glorious track
fantastic song
Recently found this channel and i listen to your music constantly at work, i absolutely love this
Glad you're enjoying it :)
Recently discovered your channel and listen to it nightly before I go to sleep to calm my anxiety and ADHD-riddled brain. Both your music and your art are so calming! ❤️
I hope you feel better! I know the struggles with anxiety and ADHD. I wish you all the love and happiness you deserve❤️
Brilliant
Awesome
Magical
👍🙏👌
your music always helps me sleep. Banger after Banger
Beautiful, heartbreaking and desperate lite the wonderful "Fallen souls".
It makes me feel like I'm in another world.
Я из России а точнее из города Владикавказ. Получаю огромное удовольствие от ваших подборок. Спасибо вам. И успехов❤
beautiful
❤❤❤ Hare Krišna 💓🍁🫀🥀🕊️💘🐾
The Astral Goddess
In the deepest hour of night, when the world lay hushed beneath the weight of darkness, the stars above burned cold and distant, their light indifferent to the lives below. The sky was a vast, endless ocean of black, pierced only by those flickering points of light, each one a tiny beacon in the void, a reminder of the infinite expanse that lay beyond the reach of men.
It was in this hour that the goddess came, descending from the heavens like a wisp of smoke, like a whisper carried on the wind. She was not of this world, not bound by the laws of flesh and bone, but something older, something eternal, something that had existed long before the earth had taken shape, long before the first light had pierced the darkness.
She moved through the night like a shadow, her form shifting and insubstantial, a figure of light and darkness intertwined, her presence felt more than seen. The air around her crackled with energy, with the cold fire of the stars, and the earth trembled beneath her feet, though she left no mark upon it. Her eyes were the color of the void, endless and deep, and within them lay the secrets of the universe, the mysteries of creation, the knowledge of things that no mortal mind could comprehend.
She had no name, this goddess, no title that could capture the essence of what she was. She was the breath of the cosmos, the pulse of the stars, the voice of the void that echoed through the empty spaces between worlds. She was the beginning and the end, the alpha and the omega, the force that held the universe together, even as it tore it apart.
She came to the earth in the stillness of the night, when the world lay sleeping, when the barriers between the realms were thin, when the veil between the seen and the unseen was stretched taut and trembling. She moved through the forest, the trees bending toward her as she passed, their leaves rustling in a wind that carried no scent, no warmth, only the cold breath of the void.
There was a man in the forest, a wanderer, a seeker of truth, of knowledge, of something that he could not name but that he felt deep within his soul, a longing, a hunger that had driven him from his home, from his life, into the wilderness. He had been walking for days, his feet bruised and bloodied, his body weak from hunger and thirst, but he did not stop. He could not stop. The need that drove him was stronger than the pain, stronger than the fear, stronger than the doubt that gnawed at the edges of his mind.
He had heard the stories, the old tales whispered by the elders, of a goddess who roamed the night, who came to those who sought her, who offered them a glimpse of the truth, a taste of the knowledge that lay beyond the stars. He had laughed at those tales once, had dismissed them as the fantasies of old men and women, as the relics of a time long past, a time when the world was still filled with wonder and mystery. But now, in the darkness of the forest, with the cold wind biting at his skin, with the stars burning above him like cold, distant fires, he found that he believed.
The goddess found him as he stood by a pool of water, the surface still and dark, reflecting the night sky above. He did not hear her approach, did not feel the earth tremble beneath her feet, did not sense her presence until she was standing before him, her form shifting and insubstantial, a figure of light and darkness intertwined.
He fell to his knees before her, his breath catching in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. He had come here seeking answers, seeking truth, but now, in the presence of the goddess, he found that he had no words, no voice, only the raw, naked need that had driven him from his home, from his life, into the wilderness.
The goddess looked down at him with eyes that were the color of the void, endless and deep, and for a moment, the man felt as if he were falling, as if he were being drawn into those eyes, into the darkness that lay beyond them, into the void that was both the beginning and the end of all things.
She spoke to him, her voice like the sound of the wind through the trees, like the whisper of the stars as they moved through the heavens, a voice that was both a command and a question, both a promise and a curse.
"Why have you come?"
The man trembled before her, his body weak, his mind filled with fear and awe, but he did not look away. He had come too far, had sacrificed too much to turn back now. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words would not come. His voice had deserted him, leaving him mute before the goddess, before the void.
She waited, her form shifting and insubstantial, her eyes burning with the cold fire of the stars. She waited for him to find his voice, to find the words that would unlock the secrets he sought, the truths he longed for.
But there were no words.
The man bowed his head, his shoulders slumping in defeat, in despair. He had come here seeking answers, seeking truth, but now, in the presence of the goddess, he found that he had nothing to offer, nothing to give. He was empty, a vessel that had been drained dry by the years, by the journey, by the weight of the world.
The goddess reached out to him, her hand insubstantial, her touch like the brush of a shadow, like the caress of the night itself. She touched his forehead, her fingers cold and soft, and in that moment, the man felt the darkness rise up to claim him, felt the void open beneath his feet, felt the stars burn away the last remnants of his soul.
And then there was nothing.
The forest was silent, the wind still, the stars cold and distant above. The pool of water lay undisturbed, its surface smooth and dark, reflecting the night sky like a mirror. There was no sign of the goddess, no sign of the man who had sought her, only the silence, only the night, only the void.
The stars continued to burn, cold and distant, indifferent to the lives below, to the man who had come seeking answers, seeking truth, and had found only the void. The earth continued to turn, the night giving way to the day, the day to the night, in an endless cycle that cared nothing for the lives of men, for their hopes, their fears, their dreams.
And in the darkness, in the void, the goddess remained, a figure of light and darkness intertwined, a presence felt more than seen, a whisper carried on the wind, a breath of the cosmos, a voice of the void.
(I'm currently working on a book of short stories if anyone is interested.)
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Much love.
@@athenaiv🖤
I do not know who she is but she is perfectly beautiful.
Looks a bit like Cara Delevigne.
What a track😮❤️❤️🙏💜🔮🩵🌸🤗✨️
💛 💛 💛
❤
You awake in the fields of Elysium. The warm light of daybreak kisses your face. A light breeze playfully tugs at your hair and whispers to you as it passes through stalks wheat. Lofty clouds ambered as they catch the golden light of the sun, welcoming the new day. The sky, a deep blue, grows brighter with the rising dawn. Pristine lands stretch out before you, glistening with dew, a gracious gift from the cool night. A low and somber mist lifts gently revealing proud mountains, standing high above the world at the boundaries of sight. A serene lake, as clear and blue as the sky itself, sparkles with the promise of life and bounty. The laughter of loved ones at the edge of hearing. Familiar faces welcome you home.
A feeling of warmth. A feeling of peace. A feeling of joy.
"Her eyes... are you friend or foe?"
Враг в красивом человеческом женском теле для большего искушения мужского пола 😢
And me, just in love with their glow...
I doubt I'd want to meet her but certainly have spent a long time looking at her...wow.
sad
Sad? What do u mean?
Hi question... What happened to the latest egypt one uploaded? It disappeared and im sad because it was good haha. Keep up the awesome work!
I wasn't happy with it to be honest, I'll have a new video in Ancient Egypt soon though :)
No worries. I'm excited for a new one then!! 😁
Fantastic! Thank you.
where do you get your backgrounds? I want to put this as my wallpaper
Iri... Are your wallpapers anywhere?
Where i can download this gif? Or in which program i can do the same? Want to learn...
Is there any way to get the image as wallpaper?
fullscreen -> grab a screenshot -> save the file...
Does the picture remind anyone else of Manon Blackbeak?
what happened to the recent ancient egypt upload?
I wasn't too happy with the quality, something didnt quite hit for me - will be starting the next in the series shortly :)
@@athenaiv oh got you, will be looking forward to the next one )
~ ❤️🔥✨️🪽Avrilla ♦️~
I want the tattoos
Aasimar
Umm. I hear nothing.
Turn your sound on fam.
@@athenaiv I literally had it all the way up. Ha. I'm serious.
Nevermind it worked this time. Idk what happened . 😅. Very nice
Happens!