you sit on a current-smoothed stone in the midst of a rushing brook. water tinkles across the pebbles, gurgles among the rocks, whispers against the mossy bark of the fallen logs, and rushes over the rapids further downstream. far away you can hear the deep resonant rumble of a mighty waterfall. you close your eyes and let the music of the water sing in your bloodstream.
guide to the sliders:
brown - resonant gurgling (from meadow land)
red - echoing rush (from dark water)
orange - hollow roar (from ultimate waterfall)
lime - whitewater (from healing water)
green - a tinkling village fountain (from sad minstrel)
aqua - an irrigation channel in madeira (from levadas)
blue - a chattering brook (from japanese garden)
indigo - soft shallow flow (from cave water)
purple - waves washing on an irish beach (from irish coast)
lavender - droplets tinkling in a northern forest (from finnish woodland)
these sounds are not mine. i make no profit from them. they belong to dr. stéphane pigeon and his lovely site mynoise.
this soundscape combines the ever-changing sounds of air with its corresponding musical instruments. let the rush of wind sweep your mind clean of shadow and accumulated gloom. let it quicken your thought and inspire your artistry. let it set your mind free.
guide to the sliders:
brown - wind rumbling on an irish beach (from irish coast)
red - melancholy chimes at a japanese temple (from japanese oase)
orange - lively breeze in a moroccan palm grove (from palm garden)
lime - shallow roar of saharan wind (from desert wind)
green - mid-range howling wind (from unreal wind)
aqua - deep resonant humming (from chapel voices)
blue - delicate koshi bells (from mournful chimes)
indigo - high resonant humming (from in the sky)
purple - shakuhachi breath (from cinematic east)
lavender - rustling leaves in an autumn forest (from autumn walk)
these sounds are not mine. i make no profit from them. they belong to dr. stéphane pigeon and his lovely site mynoise.
this soundscape combines the healing sounds of water with its corresponding musical instruments. let the ambient noise fill you to the brim. let it still your mind, calm your soul, and cool your feverish heart. let it nourish you and give you grace.
guide to the sliders:
brown - hollow rumble of the depths (from subaquatic dreams)
red - faraway echoing torrent (from cave water)
orange - dark piano notes (from 88 keys)
lime - low canon on a tongue drum (from the pilgrim)
green - the sound of a vast emptiness (from underwater)
aqua - resonant droplets (from dark water)
blue - singing cavern (from contemplation cave)
indigo - the trickle of a portuguese levada (from levadas)
purple - a chattering slovenian brook (from healing water)
lavender - high marimba notes (from marimbas)
these sounds are not mine. i make no profit from them. they belong to dr. stéphane pigeon and his lovely site mynoise.
you are sitting on your porch in the depths of autumn. the last birds cling to the bare swaying branches of the trees, and the leaves dance rustling across the dying grass. you sit with your chin in your hands, listening to the blustery weather make your air chimes sing. a single incense stick on the table beside you sends a thread of smoke whipping away in the wind.
guide to the sliders:
brown - deep rushing wind with birds (from morning forest)
red - wind chimes at an ancient japanese temple (from japanese oase)
orange - windswept sea from a distance (from peninsula)
lime - lonesome roar (from desert wind)
green - cold howling gale (from squeaking sailboat)
aqua - wind laced with birdsong (from tierra del fuego)
blue - echoing birdsong (from spring walk)
indigo - mourning dove (from palm garden)
purple - treble breeze (from unreal wind)
lavender - rustling leaves (from autumn walk)
these sounds are not mine. i make no profit from them. they belong to dr. stéphane pigeon and his lovely site mynoise.
you sit criss-cross in the center of a circle of fires. even with your eyes closed, you can see the flames dancing, fluttering, licking at the air. the sizzling of the coals, the crackling of the embers, and the hiss of the sparks fills you with warmth. the power of creation and destruction is at your command. use it wisely.
guide to the sliders:
brown - subtle roar (from fireplace)
red - a bonfire in a forest (from rpg elements)
orange - flame spinning in a fire dance ritual (from rpg elements)
lime - the sizzling of a torch (from rpg elements)
green - mid-range crackling (from fireplace)
aqua - mid-range sizzles (from fireplace)
blue - mid-high snapping (from fireplace)
indigo - fire dancing at o.z.o.r.a. (from summer festival)
purple - a campfire (from noisli)
lavender - tiny popping sounds (from fireplace)
these sounds are not mine. i make no profit from them. they belong to dr. stéphane pigeon and his lovely site mynoise.
this soundscape combines the resonant sounds of earth with its corresponding musical instruments. let the echoes of creaking wood and dripping stalactite ground you and nourish you with the boundless energy of our first life-giver. let them connect you to the vast web of life on our home planet.
guide to the sliders:
brown - deep echo of stalactites in a karst cave (from cave chime)
red - moose walking in a finnish forest (from northern woodland)
orange - bees buzzing in the woods in spring (from spring walk)
lime - notes on a lithophone (from prehistory)
green - animal footsteps pattering (from primeval forest)
aqua - creaking trees in autumn (from autumn walk)
blue - frogs and insects on the savannah (from african trance)
indigo - mid-range echo of karst stalactites (from cave chime)
purple - rustling grass (from meadow land)
lavender - higher-pitch stalactite chimes (from cave chime)
these sounds are not mine. i make no profit from them. they belong to dr. stéphane pigeon and his lovely site mynoise.