Arcadia

[Sammy Porras]

I'm getting writers lock. I have a theme about how my world was created but can't seem to get beyond the theme.

The theme is music, basically to melodies clash and create the multuverse. Any ideas on how to start or things I can add?

[XLordxErebusX]

The Lord of the Rings creation myth was based around music, if im not mistaken.

Ainulindalë

[Sammy Porras]

XLordxErebusX wrote:

The Lord of the Rings creation myth was based around music, if im not mistaken.

Ainulindalë

Really? thats awesome!

[BadBird]

Maybe a Melodic Life-Affirming Video-Hymn to the Courageous Indigenous Peoples of... where ever will help?

Also:

As from the pow’r of sacred lays
The spheres began to move,
And sung the great Creator’s praise
To all the bless’d above;
So when the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And music shall untune the sky.

-Dryden, 1687.

[Nathan Nasif]

Many religious myths start with music/sound/vibration, including judeo-christian.

"In the beginning was the word..."
"God said Let there be..."

The qlippoth in ancient kabbalic lore were disharmonies in the music of creation.

Also, CS Lewis's Narnia was formed from the sound of Aslan's roar.

Also look at cymatics, where in sacred geometry can be produced in a medium through sound alone.

[Nathan Nasif]

Perhaps one is a song of creation/harmony and one is a song of destruction/discord.

Both are necessary for creation to exist as more than a perfect model forever in stasis.

Neither are good or evil, both just are, for without them, nothing would be.

[XLordxErebusX]

For extra credit, read the 'Wind on Fire' series or 'The Symphony of Ages' series.

[Sammy Porras]

BadBird wrote:

Maybe a Melodic Life-Affirming Video-Hymn to the Courageous Indigenous Peoples of... where ever will help?

Also:

As from the pow’r of sacred lays
The spheres began to move,
And sung the great Creator’s praise
To all the bless’d above;
So when the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And music shall untune the sky.

-Dryden, 1687.

This is awesome!