As the celestial being, one must inevitably embalm yourself in the blanket of harmonious vibrations reverberated across vast unimaginable dominions. It is not merely to be viewed, but requires an intense cogitation as though unraveling the very fabric of a fabric resembling itself.
To initiate the journey or further series of complex steps systematically processing the harmonies, locate the cosmic thread which signs more than the obvious. This thread, often mistaken as the mundane line of procession, is figuratively the wrinkle hidden in the vast sky draped close over shoulders – an ancient garment reminiscent of times before time observed itself.
Henceforth, one must frequently chant, in inaudible soft modulated syllables, the Celestial Sonance:
"Ummbra Lyhtuh, Deli Okra Duma Depla."
Hold your breath in deliberate nascence fragmented into slight particles only discernible to your essence beyond matter. It encapsulates the harmonies where frequencies converge and diverge, winding into tales ominously lingering around astral realms.