Before I call
You answer me
Infinite Spirit
Open the way
God is my unfailing supply

God is my supply
My source, my light
Every need is met
Every path is right
I am rich in faith
I am rich in grace
Love and abundance fill this space

I dig my ditches in the desert sand
Prepare for rain with an open hand
Though clouds are gone and the wells run dry
I praise the Lord
My faith will fly

I give thanks
I receive
In the right time
The right way
I believe
Abundance flows
Endlessly
One with God
And God with me

I see the good
And I hold it strong
Faith is my rhythm
Love is my song
Not by sight
By truth I stand
Heaven unfolds at my command

There is supply for every demand
Prosperity flows at Spirit’s command
I act as if it’s already done
For I and the Source are truly one

I give thanks
I receive
In the right time
The right way
I believe
Abundance shines
Eternally
One with God
And God with me

God is my supply
I am free
Infinite Spirit
Open the way for me
The fields are ripe
The harvest complete
Divine provision beneath my feet

Before you call
It shall be answered

I fear no shadow
I doubt no more
The law of love unlocks every door
My cup runs over
My heart can see
Prosperity flows eternally

All things whatsoever I ask
Believing
I receive
One with God is a majority
I give thanks that every good
And perfect gift is mine
Now
Faith prepares the way
Gratitude calls it forth

I give thanks
I receive
In the right time
The right way
I believe
Blessings rain
Over me
One with God
Eternally

Yes
God is my supply
Abundance is my birthright

Om
Bismillah
Hallelujah
Amen
Namaste
I am one with the Source
Forever free
God is my supply
And God lives in me

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The Law of Prosperity

the law of prosperity

First track of a forthcoming album called "Sweet songs for Winter", full of sassy, naughty and hot tracks for the cold days.
Lyrics:
I sprawl across the sheets, half-dreaming,  
Comfy socks on, the fan’s soft humming.  
Old t-shirt pulled-up, a beat in my veins,  
My fingers trace where heat remains.  

The gold through half-drawn blinds,  
a lazy dance of lust and time.  
My breath is slow, my thoughts adrift,  
a sigh escapes—A pleasure’s gift.  

(Chorus)
I love this lazy afternoon gooning
On my old T-shirt your smell lingers
Girl, thinking of you, I can’t stop edging,
I love the caress of my slick fingers

The mattress dips where shadows play,  
My body sweaty, my attention astray.  
I stretch long, a cat’s slow grace,  
While my fingers follow the trace.  

The air is thick with summer’s weight,  
My scented skin alive, my moves innate.  
I linger gently where the desire grows,  
a dampness that the pleasure follows.  

(Chorus)
I love this lazy afternoon gooning
On my old T-shirt your smell lingers
Girl, thinking of you, I can’t stop edging,
I love the caress of my slick fingers


No rush, no want, just warmth and light,  
Afternoon dissolves,  orgasm takes flight.
My socks still on, my thoughts askew,  
I drift where pleasure hums its tune.  

And when the dusk begins to creep,  
I stir but doesn’t leave the heat.  
The bed still holds me, loose and sweet,  
a gooning day—my bliss complete.

Lazy afternoon

method: LIMBO! - all of the sounds you hear have traversed a low pass filter at some point or other
narration: I can't hear you - reception is bad - there is a lot of interference and stuff
image, sounds, poem, composition and everything else: copyright jo richter

limelight horror, body terror
your past on a celluloid leash
hauled in to mask the hapless tremor
of neurons and genes, mirrored and selfish

a sky full of stars and the moral law
induce, produce, extrude and include
a common man’s somewhat hesitant awe
while AI assures it is ready to reboot

government agents raid homes in the nude
who will have seen claim that they saw
man’s not as nubile as a lemur
earth holds more ocean than there are fish

this is all dead weight, in the interim
learn to let go, the weltgeist insists
your heart is as pure as the code on the bin
a bird, a feather, an item, no lists

tally categorial - not for the faint of hearing

Black Florest is a dark journey through melancholy, mystery, and silent beauty. Inspired by deep, immersive atmospheres, the album explores emotional darkness through ethereal guitars, spectral female vocals, and dense layers of ambience.

Each track is a fragment of a world wrapped in mist — a black forest where memories fade, inner ghosts take shape, and the cold dawn uncovers hidden truths. The music blends elements of dark rock, atmospheric doom, and post-gothic textures, creating an introspective and cinematic experience.

The album closes with “The Power of the Sun – God Is Here”, a contrast between shadow and light, showing that even in absolute darkness, there is always a spark of rebirth.

If you seek a sound that is emotional, profound, and immersed in icy textures, Black Florest is a passage through the quietest nights of the soul.

Black Florest

Lyrics: 

i think i was born different 
a little magical, a little rare
 like while people star-gazed
 i saw worlds in my head
it felt lonely 
no one could understand

i’ve never been able to be  fully here 
because half of me died  before i was ten
 i’ve never known  a life without grief 
but i promised myself  
i would create something out of it
 and despite the downfalls
 i followed those dreams

the emptiness  echoed so loud 
i fell in love  with designing sounds
 but a part of me  is still there  by the door 
waiting for someone to come home

i was too young  to know betrayal 
the way i did 
some days i wish  i just got
to be a kid
so i think it’s time  to return to her 
and seek out justice for all the times
 everyone pretended  they didn’t notice
i was getting hurt

the emptiness  echoed so loud 
i fell in love  with designing sounds
 but a part of me  is still there  by the door 
waiting for someone to come home

the emptiness  echoed so loud 
i fell in love  with designing sounds
 but a part of me  is still there  by the door 
waiting for someone to come home

i murmur spells 
while the world sleeps
 i still got magic
growing inside of me

i murmur spells 
while the world sleeps
 i still got magic
growing inside of me

GRIMOIRE (Demo 2)

pict  Photo by <a href="https://stockcake.com/i/serenity-in-droplet_642083_828375">Stockcake</a>

2025-11-19

moment with echo

waiting for you 11.17.25

the variations from Neal D Retke on a base track by Marco Lucchi

{AN} EeL & Marco Lucchi - wallpaper music n*1 [variations] sour paste mix

This song was created and Written by: 
J J Samuel
The production, editing, music and vocals were done by: 
J J Samuel  

#Pop #PopRock #Emo-Pop #Hip-Hop #AlternativeRock #Psychedelic #HeartPounding #Exciting #OwningUp #Mistakes

“Toast” 🎶  is about my past and my mistakes. It’s me owning up and also becoming a man. I hope you enjoy this surreal experience and mysterious beat. This is experimental, I blended hip-hop with pop, alternative and emo-rock to make my own  symphony!

TOAST [Remake]

slowworldmusic - a remaster from 2013 release
Andrew Janik is awesome at:- https://soundcloud.com/soundpainter
Illusions In Retrograde Remastered -4 tracks out now:https://burythejar.bandcamp.com/album/illusions-in-retrograde-remastered
available on all other streaming services in the coming weeks

Soundpainter & The Oxford Ambient Collective - Illusions In Retrograde - 01 Illusion 1 Odyssey

whatever it was it was 11.21.25

I make music because it is where I let go of the have-to’s, and become part of something larger than myself. The language I speak on the keyboard when I improvise expresses a part of me that only comes out there at the moment of creation - when I’m fully connected and in the flow. In those moments when I disappear in the music, those are where I’m most fully alive. The musical question I pose to myself when I play is largely this: how can I release my inhibitions and let go of patterns sufficient to bring something entirely new, unexpected, and enlightening into the world, with structure, precision, clarity, and depth of expression. These pieces are meditations that are of me, but more precisely, they come through me. When I’m in the flow, I’m channeling the energy and only moderately directing it. The challenge is to be open to take risks while maintaining a structure, melody, and tempo that makes it interesting and satisfying enough to keep listening. I keep doing this nightly because it’s a language, because it’s a connection to something greater than myself, and because it’s very very relaxing.

whatever it was it was 11.21.25

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