A Breath of Relief | Nostalgic Liminal Spaces & Chill Dreamcore Ambience (playlist)
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 16 ก.ค. 2024
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Playlist:
00:00 - "Warm Evening"
10:00 - "Sanctuary"
20:00 - "Lovely Thoughts"
30:00 - "Blissful Awakening"
40:00 - "Wandering Alone"
50:00 - "Bird Cage" - เพลง
The reflection of the sunset on the tiles. Long day stressful test, stayed late for an extracurricular. Going out those doors in your big jacket to wait for your ride home where you'll turn on the Playstation.
that feeling when you ended the school year and the summer starts...
Listening to this while walking on the street is like walking in an altered reality, I love it.
I can only imagine.
Or like you're in a movie
Bro I walked home from a gas station one night while high outta my mind and listening to this it it hits different. Trust.
The soundtrack of the memories that never were as we remember, but this is why we love them.
All the images make me feel like I was a child again, next to my mother walking through those places, hallways, hospitals, train stations, car stations.
stuff like this played in my dreams as a kid
This really helps adjust my headspace. Thank you for the wonderful music that smooths my evening.
Same.
55:17 yes!
Keep em Coming man 💪
Yes, so right.
I love the first picture, it reminds me of a Friday in school and it’s the last day before summer break.
I just discovered this channel yesterday. Needless to say, I'm here to stay for good. Thank you for those sounds, I can breathe again 🙂
Something about the images in this playlist feel… familiar. Absolutely stellar. I love it lots.
Props to you for using original music, instead of reusing Comfort Chain or No more surprises, even if your music pieces are more ambiental than anything
didn't really come to me - schools as liminal spaces. I see it now!
This one gives me big silent hill vibes and I love it so much!!
I love this one, keep up this
excellent work! I like especially
if it has chapters every 10 minutes! Thanks.
Go beyond abyss abyss abyss ☕
I like music when I'm working.
However, I can't even listen to your music when I'm working because I get all dreamy and my mind goes elsewhere.
If I lose my job, it's your fault. J/K :P
That wall in "Lovely Thoughts" is made of paper. You'll notice that the 'sunlight coming through the windows' doesn't actually match the windows themselves. In actuality, the wall is made of paper with sturdy metal framing on the otherside to create those blanks of shade. The sunlight is coming from that side of the room and if you look closely, you can see the shillouettes of people inside within one of them.
Also, the doors aren't real. This also explains why the ceiling tiles are inconsistent.
its a render man lol
@@drew-g I know. It's beautiful.
😌
This music already kinda like gives me hope... How after my death... I may gonna be able to go towards the liminal spaces, instead of Hell or Heaven. Wish how I just could grant myself godly powers one day, without any severe consequences.😔😔😔
Listening to this masterpiece while building the backrooms in minecraft lol
"Hey, what do you want your house to look like?"
me:
these places look so familiar
Depression is knowing you once felt bliss, but it being remote and unreachable now. The color palette of your emotions turning from many shades to none, from colorful to gray, like a boiling frog forgetting the very medium, the marinara, the aqaurium you used to bathe in, the feelings that you are now stripped of. Wondering if some people are happier because they still have these feelings... but emotional depression is common.
Emotional depression is knowing that Heaven is real (in terms of earthly bliss), but feeling so hopelessly quarantined from it, even doubting it exists.
Knowing that Heaven exists, and still further, that a heavenly woman could exist, and yet only in your dreams do you ever come close to the woman of your dreams, that burns like a fire in your heart of hearts, and do you explore those wonderous worlds that in your dreams reflect the wonder you felt as a child, seeing the world in delicate colors that wilt and die, leaving an amnesiac husk behind as you continue into the afterlife of adulthood, the ever after spent dreaming about what you lost, not what you look forward to as before.
Why cannot the world bloom like flowers? Well, there must be a way to rebirth after we lose the gemstone of childhood, and the comfort of the intimacy of trust we put in our mother, and the way we naturally believed in happiness, and in right and wrong, and in inherently valuing and loving all humans, and our family, instead of wasting away in ruinous cynicism, no matter how convincing the solipsistic hell may appear.
Oh, indeed moral reductionism is troubling. Indeed, the search for some confirmation the we humans matter to Someone that can save us: GOD. Where is He? Is He there? If He is here, He could be hiding in the shadows, waiting for us to purify ourselves to see that He was hiding there in plain sight all along, waiting for us to be ready to finally wake up from our own pride, just as the boyfriend prepares himself to date a woman, purifying his heart, to not be jealous, but to give and to love, so that he may be deserving of a precious gift. Like that situation where a woman you love, loves you back unexpectedly, after you humbled yourself, resigning yourself to the fate of never finding a lover in this life, purifying your heart from jealousy, because whoever would lose his life shall gain it, and whoever would gain his life shall lose it.
As humans, we inherently know, regardless of what moral reductionism says, or regardless of whether absolute morality exists at all-- though we all know we want it to exist-- regardless, however-- we all know every human has the love and desire for beauty and love and sacrifice imbued deep within his heart. This thing, brings tears to our eyes. It is what we care about the most. And I truly hope that this deep feeling we have, this deep desire-- I hope it is a reflection of the eternal-- and not simply a meaningless instinct-- or, that is, not simply a subjective instinct.
For indeed, if we didn't matter in the grand scheme, we, taking our passion for love and beauty, could still choose to love what we have, even if we all turn out to be robots that cannot love. But truly it is a MYSTERY, this free will, this consciousness... and so we cannot ASSUME that we are merely something meaningless and idiotic in the face of these great mysteries, in which existence itself is cloaked.... Indeed, we cannot define meaning. What is meaning? Meaning is existing to do a thing. You did the thing, now what? Why did it matter that you did the thing? Why does it matter that you maintain a state in which things are arranged in this way or that way? What does matter mean? What does meaning mean?
No one knows. No one can define anything in the end. Because everything boils down to tautologies. That is our certainty. So we shall continue to live by the recognition of observable cause and effect patterns-- to live by the automated processes of our bodies and minds-- our brains autogenerating amazing thoughts full of wonder, our senses unconsciously picking up information and processing it for us-- like when you read a book without even freaking paying attention to what you are reading at all, but somehow you brain can autopilot the words as you space out.
The way we are able to imagine 3d images in the real world in front of us that aren't there. Our phantasia can imagine in out head and project into the real world. Our phantasia can imagine music IN OUR VERY HEADS! That is INCREDIBLE, that we can imagine a tune in our heads!
Yes. I want God. I want INTIMATE LOVE like I had as a child. I want the sun to shine on me, as I look up at the blue sky and hear the breeze blow through a tree, and see it's wandering tendrils reach high above my head, as the birds trill above me. To pick a dandelion and give it to your mother. To pick an old seedy dandelion and blow it into the air. To blow bubbles, and watch them fly into the the sky.
To blow into a straw in a bowl of soapy water and watch the bubbles grow and grow and grow. You can do it with milk too. Try it! It was one of my favorite childhood activities. To hear the trickling of pure water in a forest creek. Pure, cold, limpid water, ah! so refreshing! Oh, the dreams I have had, that in so many ways reflect the kaleidoscopic beauty of this world. Oh! how I wish I could revisit my dreams with my dream lover, or with my family, and feel a deep peace and intimacy in an ineffable world of inexpressible beauty, to one that is quarantined from it in the suffocation of his depressed and noxiated heart.
And this is the beauty of dreams. This is the beauty of childhood. That is why I love the music from the video games FEZ and Earthbound.
The second one legitimately looks like my old school.
The daily fail-safe thumbs up after just seconds of watching. 👍👍👍
God I was sleeping at this music