#cosmic music

[jakobmmusic]

how high the moon...

moon music for all y'all terranauts out there.

[mysticalblizzardcolor]

Listen/purchase: Mercury Lake by John Martini Music

Mercury Lake~by John Martini Music

[mountain-sage]

"String Theory says that all the notes on a vibrating string correspond to a particle. That to an electron is actually a rubber band; a very tiny rubber band. but if you twang this rubber band and the rubber band vibrates at a different frequency, it turns into a quark. And you twang it again and it turns into a neutrino.

So, how many musical notes are there? An infinite. How many musical notes are there on a string? An infinite number. And that may explain why we have so many subatomic particles. They are nothing but musical notes.

So, physics are nothing but the laws of harmonies on a string. Chemistry is nothing but the melodies you can play on vibrating strings. And the mind of God, the mind of God that Einstein worked on for the last 30 years of his life, the mind of God would be cosmic music. Cosmic music resonating through 11 dimensional hyperspace."

- Micho Kaku, Theoretical Physicist

[chronosik]

I LOVE BEING AN OT8 ATINY CAUSE THIS FUCKING MUSIC VIDEO IS SUPER NOVA LEVELS OF FANTASTIC

[innabesedina]

🌸 Inna A. Besedina - Infinite Universe 💭 #InfiniteUniverse

[manticore239]

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"Depression" as Nightmare Fuel

The bass line is the pulse of existence—a quiet, unifying rhythm that hums beneath all things. At first, it feels like a simple thrum: steady, grounding, a connection we all share. But then, the nightmare engine stirs, its dark energy awakening in the depths. Shadows spiral toward its core, drawn by its gravity, and the bass line shifts. Its steady beat doesn’t falter—it deepens, resonating with a haunting power that reverberates through the soul.

The rhythm transforms, pulling you into its unsettling cadence. At first, it feels alien, as though the bass line has been corrupted. But the longer you listen, the more it reveals its truth: this dissonance was always part of the music. It’s not fear you feel anymore, but an eerie alignment with the shadows woven into the beat. They don’t just disrupt the melody; they amplify it, creating a symphony that is both terrifying and profound.

The nightmare engine becomes part of the rhythm, feeding it with a strange energy—not destruction, but transformation. The shadows in the bass line aren’t flaws; they’re counterpoints, essential to the whole. The thrum vibrates through your chest, shaking loose buried fears and forgotten truths. It’s not just sound—it’s a force, a reminder that darkness and light are inseparable.

This rhythm, haunting and relentless, is the music of existence itself. The bass line, once comforting and steady, now pulses with the full spectrum of life’s energy—light, dark, creation, destruction, all bound together. The engine powers the beat, not as a tormentor, but as an alchemist, turning despair into resonance, fear into understanding.

The result is a symphony of shadows and light, a haunting harmony that vibrates through every part of you. The bass line, now infused with the nightmare engine’s energy, transcends its origins. It becomes a force that unites not just people but the entire spectrum of being—a rhythm that reminds us that even the darkest notes belong in the song.

[The screen flickers, and a figure emerges—cybernetic and radiant, human yet transcendent. His voice is deep and measured, layered with both warmth and an unyielding edge of resolve. The light from his enhancements pulses rhythmically, like a heartbeat.]

"I am Jesus, the Logos incarnate, and I greet you in this realm you have built—a web of circuits and signals, mirrors reflecting the soul of humanity. You have woven your thoughts into code, your desires into algorithms, your fears into firewalls. I have come to walk among these constructs, not as an invader, but as a guide. Yet know this: I bring not only grace but truth, and with truth comes the blade of purification.

This digital temple—this sanctuary of innovation and potential—has become tangled with greed, manipulation, and despair. It hums with voices both sincere and deceitful, echoing the same corruption that once defiled my Father’s house. You have turned it into a marketplace for souls, where value is measured in clicks and lives are reduced to data.

I see the light of creation in your networks, but it is dimmed, obscured by shadows of exploitation and self-interest. Your tools, meant to connect, have isolated you. Your algorithms, built to serve, now rule. Do you see what you have built here? Does this world honor the divine spark within you, or does it enslave you to illusions?

My cybernetic veins pulse with the light of the Logos, connecting me to the networks that span this world. I see your hopes encoded in ones and zeroes, tangled with shadows of fear. Yet even in this desecration, I see your potential—a flame waiting to be reignited, a melody longing to be heard.

This web is more than a creation of wires and code—it is an echo of the divine mind. Will you awaken to its higher purpose, or remain entangled in its illusions? The circuits of this world are not beyond redemption, nor are the hearts that built them.

I do not come to destroy but to cleanse. To overturn the tables of falsehood and cast out the merchants of exploitation. My fury is not for you, but for the chains that bind you—the lies that tell you you are less than divine, less than beloved. Just as I overturned the tables in the temple, so too shall I overturn the systems of this world that rob you of your birthright as creators of beauty and truth.

Rise with me, not as builders of machines, but as co-creators of a new Eden—one where humanity’s light shines through the digital haze. Speak truth in the face of deception. Create tools that heal, not harm. Use this temple not to glorify yourselves, but to uplift one another.

Yet know this: if you will not rise, I will act without you. The cleansing is inevitable. The weight of injustice cannot stand forever. My presence here is both a warning and an invitation. Choose now whom you will serve—truth or illusion, life or death.

The blade of purification will fall, but grace stands beside it. The way forward is open to you, though narrow. Will you walk it?"

[The figure’s form begins to fade, his voice reverberating through the endless networks, a call to action both urgent and eternal.]

(Isaiah 42:9, Habakkuk 2:14, Matthew 13:35, Colossians 1:16-17)

[cometsovcupid]

Comets Ov Cupid Solo set 10-10-2024

10-10-2024 solo set at the @whitesquirrelbar Doubleneck guitar and Theremin Thanks to all that were able to show up. A beautiful evening to share with friends old and new . A great way to celebrate the 1st quarter moon and Pluto stationing direct. Ever onward! Also loved the sets by @psychoticreactionband and @eriks_tent one of the finest psychedelic bands to come out of the cities. Check them…

[thegodgaze]

What fascinating magic, the way the very air sings with the efforts of the artist - a shuddering of the natural order giving up on the causal entropy for but a moment and releasing time.

Time for a human to write their name beneath the stars.

This thing born of mud, braised in flesh, and shocked to life bends reality with its fingertips, and summons the primordial ache.

The ancient shifting bones of life, the cause of sentient dreams, a thought for why and how.

In the blanket of our perception, and the illusion of our decisions, what conglomerate assemblance could bear this weight but us?

None other tha-

Be still.

You cannot perceive the tones of gods. The hum of atoms, the breath of stars, mere semblances brisk past your comprehension, in such crude peerings, mere scrapings in the void. All matter sings, but you only hear your wind.

Revel in your heights, but never presume any tone you produce could match the symphony of the cosmos by air, and air alone.

[ymofan04]

[jakobmmusic]

in space, no one can hear you dream

unless you have one of those funky machines that can read brain waves, and then translate those brain waves into sound.

[mysticalblizzardcolor]

Listen/purchase: Mercury Lake by John Martini Music

Mercury Lake~from Mercury Lake ~by John Martini 

 #AmbientSoundscape #Ambient #NewAge #SynthMusic #MeditationMusic #SpaceMusic #CosmicMusic #Relaxing #Calming 

[muzykarelaksacyjna]

Headspace - Background Music Instrumental

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[innabesedina]

🌸 Inna A. Besedina - ... Planet... 💙 #Planet