How well the journey of consciousness into the eternal subconscious is presented, where you can travel and feel the true YOU, eternal, of your Spirit. So well is the understanding of what You are, what represents You, and where You belong in the vast Universe. Everyone has their own part , there belongs to that energy, it is a part of it, manifested meg ๐ฎ
This piece of music is very beautiful, I have been visiting your channel sometimes, but I liked this piece of music very much + you have a new subscriber + like โค๏ธ
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฒ Kris needed to play the piano. The urge was undeniable, almost like a calling that pulled at the very core of his being. One rainy evening, he found himself once again drawn to the instrument, unable to resist its magnetic allure. The rain tapping against his windowpane seemed to echo the rhythm of his heartbeat, a quiet accompaniment to the soft notes he began to play. As his fingers danced across the keys, he felt the familiar pull. His consciousness began to slip away from his body, detaching, floating into that realm where music was more than sound-it was the essence of existence. Kris found himself standing on the same path as before, the rain gently falling around him. He felt the cool droplets on his skin, the damp earth beneath his feet, and the strange sensation of being both here and elsewhere at the same time. The tree, with its vast canopy and birds circling overhead, seemed even more alive than before. It stood atop a small hill, its roots embedded deeply into the soil, as if drawing strength from the very heart of this mysterious world. He moved towards it, each step slow and deliberate. The air was thick with anticipation, and the birds' cries echoed in a language he could not understand but felt he should. As he approached the tree, he noticed a small clearing beneath its branches. There, amidst the fog and shadows, stood a figure-a woman cloaked in a flowing robe that seemed to merge with the mist. Her presence was both calming and unnerving, a quiet strength that spoke of deep knowledge and understanding. She looked at him with eyes that held galaxies, infinite and ancient. Kris felt a surge of recognition, though he had never seen her before. She was part of this world, as much a part of it as the rain, the mist, the birds, and the tree. "Youโve come," she said, her voice soft and melodic, like the notes of a piano carried on the wind. "Who are you?" Kris asked, his voice barely a whisper in the stillness. "I am a guide," she replied, "a keeper of this place, a shepherd of souls who wander between worlds." Kris felt a shiver run through him. "Why am I here? What is this place?" "This is a place of boundless harmony," she explained. "A convergence of your consciousness and the universal melody. You come here because you seek something that you cannot find in the physical world." Kris nodded, feeling the truth of her words resonate within him. "I feel... I feel like there's something I'm supposed to understand. Something just beyond my grasp." The woman smiled, a gentle, knowing smile. "Understanding does not always come in words, Kris. Sometimes, it is in the experience, in the feeling of being truly connected to everything around you." He looked up at the tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze, the birds circling higher now, their cries growing louder. "This place," he began, "it feels like a part of me. Like itโs always been here." "It has," she replied. "It exists within you, just as you exist within it. Every note you play, every melody you create, is a bridge to this place. Music is the language of the soul, and through it, you touch the infinite." Kris felt a surge of emotion-a mix of awe, confusion, and a deep, abiding peace. He understood now, at least in part. This place, this state of boundless harmony, was not something to be fully understood or explained. It was to be experienced, felt in the deepest parts of his being. As the rain continued to fall softly around them, Kris knew he was not alone. He was connected to something far greater than himself, a cosmic symphony in which he played a small, yet significant part. The womanโs form began to fade into the mist, her presence lingering like a soft, comforting note at the end of a long, beautiful piece. "Go now," she whispered, her voice fading with her image. "Play your music, and when you are ready, you will return." Kris felt himself being pulled back, back to his body, to the room where the rain still tapped gently on the window. His fingers found the keys again, the music flowing effortlessly, a continuation of the eternal melody he had heard in that other place. He opened his eyes, a single tear rolling down his cheek, not of sadness, but of overwhelming joy. He had touched something profound, something beyond words, and he knew that he would carry that feeling with him always. And so, Kris continued to play, knowing that every note brought him closer to the truth of his soul, closer to that state of boundless harmony where the music never stopped, and where he was truly free.
Demult nu ai mai strฤbฤtut acest drum al casei tale natale. Erai plecat tot timpul pentru a-ศi termina misiunea de Viaศฤ. Nu te oboseai, voinศa รฎศi dฤdea mereu puterile necesare sฤ treci peste provocฤrile neaศteptate. Ce te mรขna, care ศi-a fost obiectivul, atรขt de important ศie. L-ai atins mฤcar? sau dupฤ lungile รฎncercฤri te-ai dat bฤtut ศi ศi-ai spus "ce mai conteazฤ"!? Atรขt de sobru eศti ศi fฤrฤ dialog, eu zic ori ศi-ai atins, ori ai cedat, dar nimic nu a meritat, atรขta timp pierdut ศi la ce ศi-a servit, ai rฤmas sobru fฤrฤ bucuria Vieศii, fฤrฤ acele plฤcute reverberatii Vibrante๐ธ๏ธ
๐ธ๏ธThe final task is time to say goodbye to the eternal cycle of life and death Now that you have succeeded in leading the freedom of the soul, you have gained Life in eternal reality ๐ธ๏ธ
in your present now you have understood the past ...but they all have a purpose that, taken into account, to continue the future in order to fulfill the dreams of the past, the only chance of your progress and of fulfilling the absolute task of YOUR Supreme Spirit ๐ฎ
Velvet Nostalgia in the Rain The mist clung to my skin like a shroud, cool and ethereal, as I stepped forward into the forgotten ruins. The rain was a gentle patter, almost as if it hesitated to disturb the silence that had settled here for centuries. Each drop carried with it a memory, a whisper of the lives that had once thrived within these ancient walls. I could feel them, those distant echoes, brushing against me like the velvet of an old, cherished gown. The light was dim, suffused with the deep, melancholic hues of twilight, casting long shadows that danced with the flickering of distant lanterns. I found myself drawn to the soft, golden glow emanating from a doorway, the only warmth in this sea of green and blue. It beckoned me, promising secrets long buried beneath layers of time and neglect. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the worn stone, as if the very touch would bring forth a deluge of memories too heavy to bear. But the curiosity, the longing for a past I never lived, pulled me in. My footsteps were soft, barely disturbing the thick moss that cushioned the ground, muffling the sound of my approach as if the world itself was holding its breath. As I crossed the threshold, the air grew warmer, more alive with the scent of aged wood and the faintest trace of incense. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, faded and worn, yet still brimming with the stories of those who had once walked these halls. I could almost see them, ghostly figures moving in the periphery of my vision, engaged in conversations long forgotten, their laughter and sorrow mingling in the air around me. There was a sense of velvet nostalgia here, an emotion that wrapped around me, soft and suffocating all at once. It was as if I had stepped into a dream, a reverie where the lines between the past and present blurred until they were indistinguishable. Every corner I turned, every corridor I wandered down, brought me closer to a feeling that I could not quite place-a longing for something just out of reach, like a melody I had once known but could no longer recall. The rain outside continued its gentle descent, a rhythmic lullaby that added to the surreal atmosphere. I could hear it tapping against the stone, see it pooling in the crevices, washing away the dirt and grime of ages past. It was as though the ruins were being cleansed, not just of physical debris, but of the weight of memories too heavy to carry any longer. And yet, I could not bring myself to leave. There was a comfort in the melancholy, in the soft embrace of nostalgia that the rain brought with it. It whispered to me of times gone by, of lives lived and lost, and in those whispers, I found a strange solace. It was a place where time seemed to stand still, where the pain of the past could be felt but not changed, accepted but not forgotten. As I stood at the edge of the arching bridge, looking out over the ancient structure shrouded in mist, I knew that I was not alone. The spirits of the past were with me, their presence a comforting weight on my shoulders. They were part of the ruins, as much as the stones and the ivy, and they would remain long after I had gone. But for now, in this moment, we were together, bound by the velvet nostalgia that hung heavy in the rain-soaked air. And in that shared silence, in the echo of their stories and the whisper of the rain, I found a peace that I had not known I was searching for. And so, I lingered, letting the rain soak through to my very soul, washing away the present, leaving only the past and the stories that would live on, whispered softly in the velvet night
Why do you use regnum umbrae tag? So that people see your video when they search for Regnum's? You're just another dishonorable creator. Will not be watching your videos any more.๐คฎ๐คฎ๐คฎ
..I've been waiting for you for some time, I see how much it hurts you to leave this place of lawlessness. You managed to emerge victorious from all the fierce battles. For your brilliant merits, for the unconditional devotion you have shown, I congratulate you and more than that, I relieve your soul today, it passed all the tests not accepting the delusions of wealth and pomp, modesty and unconditional fairness have always been the refrain of countless actions. And now say goodbye to the place that cradled you and was your wise teacher, but from today you will welcome your new luxurious residence bathed in the sparkling light of eternity โญโพ
๐๐ซ. ๐๐ข๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐ฌ' ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐๐ข๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ In the forgotten recesses of a city long lost to time, where the remnants of past grandeur crumbled beneath the weight of neglect, there existed a solitary figure whose presence commanded both fear and respect. Mr. Gitanes, the King of Darkness, was his name, a title uttered only in the lowest of whispers, as if speaking it too loudly might summon him from the shadows. The city, with its winding cobblestone streets and towering, decaying structures, was shrouded in an eternal twilight. A thick fog clung to the ground, and tonight, it was joined by a relentless downpour, the rain pelting the earth with an unyielding ferocity. The droplets echoed through the empty alleyways, a persistent reminder of the night's unforgiving nature. It was on this night, more than any other, that Mr. Gitanes had long waited. The anticipation simmered beneath his calm exterior, hidden behind the dark, heavy coat that shielded him from the elements. His tall, imposing figure was barely visible through the mist as he approached the grand gates of the old, forgotten castle that loomed ahead. The castle was a relic of another time, its once majestic towers now crumbling, the windows dark save for a single, dim light that flickered in one of the upper chambers. The iron gates, adorned with intricate patterns of a forgotten lineage, stood ajar, creaking slightly as they swayed in the wind. Mr. Gitanes paused for a moment before them, his gloved hand resting on the cold metal, feeling the years of history and despair etched into its surface. As the rain poured down, soaking the earth and filling the air with the scent of wet stone and decay, Mr. Gitanes stepped forward, his boots sinking slightly into the softened ground. The fog swirled around him, as if it were alive, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Each step he took echoed ominously in the stillness, the castle drawing nearer with every passing second. The night had an eerie stillness to it, broken only by the occasional clap of thunder in the distance. It was as if the world itself held its breath, waiting, anticipating what was to come. And in that moment, Mr. Gitanes felt a chill run down his spine, a sensation he had not known for centuries. For this was the night he had long awaited, the night where the past would finally meet the present, and the destiny that had been etched in the stars would come to pass. As he neared the entrance, the doors of the castle groaned open on their own, as if welcoming him back to a place he had once called home. The light from within cast long shadows across the threshold, flickering and dancing in the wind. Mr. Gitanes stepped inside, his presence immediately filling the grand, empty hall with an air of unease. The walls of the castle were lined with portraits of long-dead ancestors, their eyes seeming to follow him as he walked by. The silence was deafening, the only sound being the steady drip of water from his soaked coat onto the stone floor. Yet, he moved with purpose, his destination clear. He ascended the grand staircase, each step bringing him closer to the room where the light emanated from. The castle seemed to pulse with an energy of its own, as if it were alive, and aware of the night's significance. At the top of the stairs, the door to the chamber stood open, revealing a room bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. Inside, a figure awaited him, shrouded in darkness, only the outline visible in the dim light. Mr. Gitanes felt a rare emotion stir within him-recognition. This was the moment he had waited for, the reunion that had been foretold. As the rain battered the windows and the wind howled outside, Mr. Gitanes stepped forward, his voice cutting through the silence, "At last, the night has come." The figure in the shadows stepped into the light, revealing a face both familiar and foreign, and as their eyes met, the storm outside seemed to reach a crescendo, as if the very heavens were acknowledging the significance of this encounter. For this was the night that would determine the fate of Mr. Gitanes, the King of Darkness, and the legacy of the city he had ruled for so long. The most awaited night, the night where the past and the future would collide, and the true nature of Mr. Gitanes would finally be revealed.
Ai reuศit acum sฤ aduni roadele tuturor experienศelor trฤite. Cu cรขt mai mult reuศeศti sฤ conศtientezi rolul lor, cu atรขt se va รฎmbogฤศi รฎnศelepciunea ta ศi experienศa de viaศฤ, care la un loc te vor ajuta sฤ progresezi pe drumul sortit ศie. รmpacฤte cu gรขndul, toate au avut rostul lor indiferent de suferinศele sau bucuriile trฤite. โญ
every love that has ended has its own meaning and value. The development, color and depth of the soul become more and more enriched by the experience of pain. The understanding that pain does have a role to make you wiser and find its meaning and connections. .When you come to the realization that everything does not happen in vain and that it does play a role in your development and finding the path that fate intended for you and that you were destined for. And if you understand the pain-filled events in this sense, you will understand the meaning and that it was necessary for it to end this way, because one day, looking back at the end of your journey, you will know that this was indeed the best solution for your fate, because this is what you do in this in the form it was necessary for you to experience life... ๐๐ข
In the Greenhouse of Forgotten Dreams The rain fell softly, a gentle whisper of sorrow caressing the glass panes of the old greenhouse. Each droplet clung to the fragile surface, trembling for a moment before surrendering to gravity, leaving behind trails that traced the silent grief of the sky. Inside, the world was still, as though time itself had paused to mourn. Lana sat alone, her delicate form draped in a gown of faded tulle, the fabric brushing the damp ground like the last breath of a dying memory. Her hair, dark and damp from the mist, clung to her pale skin in tendrils, framing a face etched with a quiet sadness. The coldness of the air seeped into her bones, yet she remained unmoving, a statue carved from the same melancholy that filled the space around her. The greenhouse had once been a sanctuary, a place where the worldโs troubles could not reach, where the sunโs warm embrace coaxed life from the soil, and love flourished in the vibrant blooms. But now, it was a relic of a time long past, overgrown with vines and shadows, its beauty wilted and forgotten. The leaves around her, once green with life, were now tinged with the golden hues of decay, their edges curling as if in pain. Lanaโs heart, much like the greenhouse, was a place of withered dreams. She had loved once, with a fervor that burned as brightly as the sunflowers that used to line these very walls. But love, like all things, had its season, and hers had passed, leaving behind only the hollow echoes of what could have been. She held onto those echoes, cradling them in her heart as if by doing so, she could keep them alive. But time was cruel. It took without giving, and no amount of holding on could bring back what was lost. The love she had hidden here, nurtured in secret, had withered in the absence of light, starved of the warmth it needed to survive. Now, all that remained were memories, fragile as the spiderโs web clinging to the corners of the glass, delicate enough to be destroyed by the slightest touch. Outside, the storm raged on, a relentless symphony of natureโs sorrow. Inside, Lanaโs tears mixed with the rain, indistinguishable in their quiet descent. She closed her eyes, letting the sound of the rain envelop her, wishing it could wash away the ache that nestled in her chest. But she knew, deep down, that some things were meant to stay-like the rain, like the love she had lost, like the greenhouse that had become her sanctuary of sorrow. As the daylight began to fade, the greenhouse was swallowed by shadows, the world outside becoming nothing more than a blur. Lana stood, her movements slow and deliberate, as if each step took her further from the life she once knew. She walked to the door, pausing for a moment to look back at the place that had held her heart for so long. The rain fell harder, a final farewell, as she stepped out into the cold embrace of the night. The greenhouse stood silent, a monument to forgotten love and lost dreams. Inside, the plants continued to wilt, the vines continued to grow, and the rain continued to fall-each drop a testament to the tears shed within its walls. And Lana, she carried the weight of her sorrow with her, a quiet reminder that some hearts are not meant to heal, but to hold onto the beauty of what once was, and let it bloom in the darkness
NOCHE ANFITRIONA DE MISTERIOS, ROSEDAL CARMESร QUE HABLA DE LA FUERZA VITAL DE LA VIDA... LA MESA ESTร SERVIDA PARA LOS COMENSALES DE LA SOLEDAD, Y UN POCO MรS ALLร EL CASTILLO QUE COMO SOBERANO SE LEVANTA EN LAS HORAS NOCTURNAS MIENTRAS LAS SUAVES VENTISCAS ACARICIAN EL PAISAJE OSCURO AHOGADO EN MELANCOLรAS.
โค....but what the darkness didnt know was that it was cursed to exist through the light...you need light to comprehend darkness...thats the structure of this world...evil is understood through kindness and the opposite...dark cant exist without light..so suddely those consumed by the dark, where embraced by the light that flooded the castle...opposite duality in everything seals everythings existence...otherwise nothing can exist ....
The dance between these forces, where darkness is revealed through light and evil through kindness, weaves the very fabric of existence. As the light floods the castle, it embraces the shadows, revealing the intricate balance that sustains all things. Your insight into this cosmic harmony resonates deeply and enriches our understanding of the world's delicate equilibrium Sending you warmest regards and wishing you a journey illuminated by the harmony of these eternal truths ๐น
Thank you so much for your kind words! May your days be filled with the same joy and positivity youโve shared here. Wishing you all the best and sending warm regards! ๐๐
May the echoes of your memories be wrapped in warmth and light, and may peace and serenity accompany you always. Sending you heartfelt wishes and gentle regards. ๐น
