If you're in the grip of a craving - whether it's for alcohol, a substance, gambling or any unwanted behaviour - this track is here to help you ride it out.
As the EMDR tones move from left to right, your brain begins to interrupt old wiring and make space for new, healthier patterns.

There’s no need to fight the craving - just press play, notice the sensations, and let the process do the work.
Each time you listen, the cravings become less intense and less frequent.

Use this track as a reset button it's just 8 minutes long.
You’re not failing - you’re rewiring.
Created and spoken by Dawn, hypnotherapist and coach.

EMDR Beats for Cravings & Urges

This guided hypnosis is designed to help you slow down, turn inward, and explore the real reasons behind addictive or compulsive behaviours. Whether it’s substances, gambling, shopping, porn, or other habits that feel hard to control, this session invites you to become curious - not judgmental - about your thoughts, feelings, and cravings.

By noticing urges without reacting, you can start to uncover the deeper needs these behaviours are trying to meet, and begin finding healthier, more fulfilling ways to care for yourself.

Best listened to in a quiet space where you can sit or lie down comfortably. You may choose to return to full awareness or drift into restful sleep at the end.


Get Curious - Hypnosis for Addiction, Compulsions, and Cravings

🔻 Song Insight

Title: Was I the Last One
Artist: 4Me2BeFree

“Was I the Last One” is a cinematic, emotionally raw ballad exploring the ache of loving someone lost to addiction—and the even deeper pain of realizing you may have been the last to love them for real. The lyrics move through memory, regret, and that strange state of loving a person who’s already gone, even as they remain physically present. It’s about the way addiction stains everything: relationships, trust, self-worth, and time. Even as the song wrestles with anger, loss, and helplessness, it finds a kind of bittersweet closure in the knowledge that the love you gave was genuine—something the other person might never truly grasp. The song stands as a message to anyone who’s loved an addict: you’re not alone in your grief, your confusion, or your longing for peace.

🔻 Lyrics
Intro:
distorted phone ringing:, faint static:

Verse 1:
The power in my pain, aching in these veins  
Needle ruptures—as your stain takes hold  
Phone idles, it’s these moments that remain  
Stuck in like glue, nothing I say, nothing to do  

Pre-Chorus:
It’s you in what I lost  
Things you broke and tossed  
Every fiber of me  
Splinters—inside of you  

Chorus 1:
Vision blurred in my mind  
Parts I can no longer find  
Skin, eyes, and your lips  
Every part—I used to miss 

Refrain:
My moments slow to hours  
Days stretched, just waiting  
Now gone—it’s hollow our rings  

Verse 2:
The thing that scares me  
Was I the last one?  
I hope it’s not true  
to be the last to love you  

Interlude:
Is this what it’s like  
For the loved ones who fight?  
Tired words keep falling  
Tell me, how do I stall  
To fix these broken parts

Bridge Part 1:
Will I regret what I tried?  
Maybe I should have lied  
What did I do for you?  

Bridge Part 2:
If that phone rings, I'll know the truth  
The end has come, there’s nothing to do  
I will fall, and a part of me dies with you  
this pain inside—can’t... escape... this place

Hook / Chorus 2:
I have to focus on the pain  
Stay awake for all my mistakes  
It won’t solve this now  
No longer about us  

Refrain / Post-Chorus:
It’s only when sleep wakes me, and you can’t breathe  
I used to watch your chest rise and fall  
To think it could stop—with nothing at all  

Outro:
With every break and every pain  
And you, too, take this away  
But not the part that has to wait  
That I have to keep  
That I have to keep  

🔻 Personal Reflection

This song was written at the edge of loss, when you realize you’ve already grieved the relationship and are now preparing for the actual goodbye. I poured every ounce of love, regret, and helplessness into these lines—anger, sorrow, and the strange peace of finally letting go. Addiction doesn’t just take someone away; it makes you mourn them while they’re still breathing. For anyone loving an addict, it’s okay to feel the whole spectrum: love, hate, hope, and resignation. Your love was real. That’s what matters.

🔻 4Me2BeFree

As 4Me2BeFree, I create songs that turn pain into cinematic story—tracks for those who feel everything a little too deeply. “Was I the Last One” continues that mission: unfiltered emotions, hard truths, but always a glimmer of healing in the sound. My music exists to be both a mirror and a balm for anyone navigating the messiest corners of love and loss.

🔻 Copyright Notice

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Was I The Last One

Calling all Girls, Gays and Theys - A message from Gerry about this episode: 
Two of my favorite things in this world are smart comedy and great music. In my birthday month ("Virgo Season!") we're celebrating with 2 legit pioneers who've achieved ICON status in both worlds: the incredible Margaret Cho and the amazing DJ Larry Tee! 
Margaret tells Gerry how she remains grounded and shares her view on self-love, growth and awareness. 
*Fun Fact: Gerry appears in the beginning of Margaret's groundbreaking film, I'M THE ONE THAT I WANT, released 25 years ago this month. Catch Margaret Cho on her CHOLIGARCHY National Tour, coming soon to your city. margaretcho.com
A world class musician, producer and promoter who's worked with everyone from Charli XCX to Santigold to Scissor Sisters, DJ Larry Tee spills all the... well, tea about young life with RuPaul (and cowriting The Song), Michael Stipe and Lahoma Van Zandt, curating the Electroclash scene, Amanda Lepore's rap skills, and finding a new invigorating life via the 12 Step Recovery process. 
Larry also knows what *really* went down during those Party Monster years. (Ryan Murphy, please hit him up. Tell him Gerry sent you.) https://www.discogs.com/artist/60567-Larry-Tee
If you literally wanna hear Gerry gag, press play.

SHB EP 2.3: The Icon Episode with Margaret Cho and DJ Larry Tee

[Verse 1]
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Yeah)
See I was at a place you know I talked to people there
Yes, some, they told me so many advice, no
There was a little crazy little lady over there, I was sitting there so many days
She was sitting there three weeks, four weeks, I don't even know
She was crying out for God, you know, in the distance
In the moments I could talk to her, my music radiated inside her soul, yeah
I don't like this piece
[Verse 2]
(Oh no)
I was sitting there with a girl, my own for you now
My back here on the police and all the day
Jumping down, coming against the cars
I'm on my pants off and then I wasn't back there
I saw my feels inside my head
The doctors asked me, son, what did happen here?
I stopped telling them, I got locked into the vibe
Moment, God, are you taking my life?
So many pills they would got me addicted to
Yeah, I was off a diet, I've been so long
Yes, I was
I didn't even talk to her
Only when I even wear now
Then all the monsters that always seem to follow me
Seventeen, yeah, I know it's even not me
The music flow in the night
I'm addicted to so many things now
I was addicted to music, just the words I wrote
Yeah, my soul, God, I know I was on and on
Yeah, I passed and I didn't know how to read
He said in the distance, he told me he needed me, yeah
I sat to throw the guy
I sat there so many days, didn't know how to even feel
Man, I kissed him, yeah, I took a hold of two days
I had a feeling I had enough, I started throwing it up, yeah
You didn't even realize
I won't just to stay in everybody's life
I wanted to make me feel like every drug it gave me
I tried to fly, the sun is seizing within me
Won't cause it's faded in the courtyard of yesterday
I heard no music in the moment, Jesus, I
I looked up into the heavens, even not a cloud
Made a sound, I could always have seen light
No more music in my mind, I couldn't reach it
Like a song that's blocking every single feeling there
Yeah, I saw my girl crying last night
She was crying, yeah, yeah, you were
I started by, I just walked to her, didn't care
[Verse 3]
(Damn, it does have that, this is a beautiful song, yeah)
I saw her standing there, she was crying now
She's losing, yeah, children, yeah, I know now
I couldn't help her, but the medication depressed many in me
The song is gone, no colors could be found
It made me feel, yeah, I must have been found, yeah
But the difference is, I thought the pain
But it made me not give a shit about the freaking pain
The man in me, I just needed to feel
I needed to understand the people that were really real
That needed God, but I told him I know he would let me in there
For a little bit of longer, I know I got out
And private too early

monsters follow me

“Fallen Pines” is a country ballad carved out of raw honesty. It’s a story of battling addiction and mental illness, where some days are lost and others barely survived. The song sits heavy, like walking through a forest of broken trees — lonely, quiet, but stubbornly alive. This isn’t polished triumph; it’s survival set to music.

Fallen Pines(Reimagined)

"It Wasn’t Me" is a deeply personal track created with AI using Suno V5. Every detail—from haunting choirs and immersive solos to lush reverb—was crafted and mastered with Ozone 12 and custom plugins, including a vocal enhancer. The song is an emotional journey of self-reflection and healing, blending digital innovation with raw feeling.

Lyrics:

[intro]  
Yeah…  
Ten years gone… ten years lost…  
I’m standing here…  
Trying to pay the cost.  

It wasn’t me.  
It wasn’t me.  

[verse 1]  
I was a prisoner… inside my own skin.  
The powder… the bottle…  
The chaos within.  

Every promise I broke… every tear that you cried…  
It wasn’t my heart.  
It was poison inside.  

I know I cut deep.  
I left open scars.  
Chasing numbness…  
Beneath the stars.  

But if you could see the man I used to be…  
You’d know the darkness—  
Wasn’t truly me.  

[pre-chorus]  
Will you look past the lies?  
The broken years?  
Past the mask of anger.  
The shame. The fears?  

[chorus]  
It wasn’t me…  
It was the chains I wore.  
A haunted past  
I couldn’t ignore.  

If I sing from my balcony—  
“Forgive me. I love you. Set me free.”  
Would you see the man I’m trying to be?  
It wasn’t me.  
It wasn’t me.  

[verse 2]  
Addiction doesn’t ask.  
It doesn’t knock at your door.  
It just burns down  
Everything you’re living for.  

I never woke up.  
And chose this fight.  
I was running from shadows.  
Every night.  

Ten years blurred…  
Like a hurricane.  
But I’m standing now…  
Breaking the chain.  

If you can’t forget…  
I hope you’ll believe.  
I’m more than the ghost  
That you still see.  

[chorus]  
It wasn’t me…  
It was the chains I wore.  
A haunted past  
I couldn’t ignore.  

If I sing from my balcony—  
“Forgive me. I love you. Set me free.”  
Would you see the man I’m trying to be?  
It wasn’t me.  
It wasn’t me.  

[bridge]  
“Sorry… forgive me… it wasn’t me.”  
“Yeah…”  
“It wasn’t me…”  

[chorus]  
It wasn’t me…  
It was the pain I hid.  
The broken child.  
The life I lived.  

If I sing from my balcony—  
“Forgive me. I love you. Set me free.”  
Would you see the man I’m trying to be?  
It wasn’t me.  
It wasn’t me.  

[outro]  
Ten years gone…  
But I’m still here.  
Fighting through shame.  
Facing my fear.  

To all of the hearts I made bleed…  
Please believe…  
It wasn’t me.

It Wasn't Me

This powerful hip‑hop confession is a deeply honest exploration of addiction, loss, and recovery. Through raw verses and a heartfelt chorus, it tells the story of a decade lost to struggle, the pain endured, and the constant battle to reclaim oneself. It is a prayer, a confession, and a declaration of hope — confronting inner demons and seeking the strength to heal, forgive, and live again. A song of vulnerability, resilience, and self‑redemption.

My Dark

[Verse 1]
This speaks so loudly, not just for me.
In their eyes, everything they are —
I see the words falling down on me.

One shot takes me to another place,
Two shots numb the pain, erase.
Three shots — I’m drifting far away,
Rambling down a galaxy, lost in space.

Twisted sisters, out of my mind,
Jumping from one world to the one behind.
You look at me, I look at you —
Do you have sorrow in your eyes too?

Pain is dripping from your eyes,
I see it there, but can I deny?
Do I care, do I run away,
Do I refrain from what my soul wants to say?

[Pre-Chorus]
How can I escape, how can I care,
In a universe that feels unaware?
I’m losing my mind, losing control,
The distance between my heart and soul.

[Chorus]
Father God, refrain my mind.
Take the sin, reverse the time.
Refresh my heart, restore my soul.
Pull me back before I lose control.

[Verse 2]
Flesh and skin burning like gasoline,
You set the dynamite, lit the scene.
Death trap’s down at heaven’s gate —
Walk away, demons in disguise await.

Questions echo, drinking all the time,
Answers whispered when I’m all alone inside.
Addiction dragging me where I shouldn’t go,
But I need a heavenly grace to break the hold.

Fourteen days free, then I fell again,
Gave in willingly to the monster within.
Torment rising, secrets I hide,
The distance between the words and my life.

[Chorus]
Father God, refrain my mind.
Take the sin, reverse the time.
Refresh my heart, restore my soul.
Pull me back before I lose control.

[Bridge]
I’m addicted to pain, it drives me insane.
But Your mercy remains,
Even in shame.

[Outro]
Father God, you know what I need.
Take the sin in me, plant a new seed.
Refrain my mind, refrain.
Refrain my mind, refrain.

Questions echo, drinking all the time

[Verse 1]
Why is it God that only my bad memories seem to be at my front[Verse 1]
Why is it, God, that only my bad memories
Stand at the front of my mind?
No good ones rise, just drifting fantasies—
I know the fairy-tale ending, but it’s not mine.

Father God, tell me,
“Watch out, be careful on this ride.”
I build the roadblocks,
I stack my fears high,
Yet still I’m not getting anywhere.

The pull inside is deeper than I need,
Voices that breed, that feed, that plead.
So many reasons, so many things inside me—
Father God, I ask for Your compassion here.

If it’s not meant to be, break it away,
Make it go, take the pain, drive it out.
I don’t need the drinking;
I know that’s not Your call.

Father God, I see the only thing I’ve got
Is the medication in front of me—
But even that could own me.
Two pieces left when the music ends;
Is this what You want, Father God,
For me to do?

I know You don’t want me drowning in alcohol
Just to stay here.
What’s my purpose, what’s my need,
What have You got for me now?
I’m laying my heart and soul on the table.

So many addictions—Father God, I need help.
You need the man I was to Your Son, Father God;
I need to be stronger than I am now.

[Outro]
Stronger than I am now—
See it in my eyes.
God, I need a way to be free
Of the torment inside of me.




Stronger than I am now

[Verse 1]
My days are troubled, shadows behind me,
A monster inside won’t ever let me free.
All I hear are voices crawling on my back,
“Take another drink, take another shot,” they attack.
Three shots in, I feel it call my name,
That monster in my veins trying to stake its claim.
Burning like fire, alcohol in my soul,
The devil whispering, trying to take control.
But God’s still speaking, faint in the noise,
His voice in the background, calling through the void.
The monster wants to feast, to devour my power,
It wants me 100%, every single hour.

[Chorus]
Home… back home, you realize,
You can’t even give what’s left inside.
You’re searching for more, but nothing’s there,
Alone in the corner, drowning in despair.
I’ve seen myself sitting just like you,
Crying for something real, something true.
But the tears in the dark don’t have the final say,
God can lift you, even from this place.

[Verse 2]
Vision so clear now, I see Him stand,
Revealing the truth, showing His plan.
The enemy’s knocking, trying to breach my door,
But I’ve poured the oil, I’ve sealed the floor.
Blood on the windows, prayers on the walls,
I’m holding the line while the darkness calls.
But now I’m being pushed beyond my four walls,
Into the world where the lost souls fall.
Father God, give me strength to stand,
To walk in the fire but hold Your hand.

[Outro]
Just a little more strength, Father God,
Break every chain, every iron rod.
Relieve me of the pain I can’t undo,
The things I can’t change, I leave to You.
Crying inside, but I’m still in the fight,
Demons surround, but I hold Your light.
Father God, I’m losing without Your power,
I need You now, this is my hour.
(Oh…)




A monster inside

[Verse 1]
Father, I hear the voices, yeah, they’re calling in the night
They whisper in the evening, dragging shadows through my life
So many voices talking, Lord, I’m haunted every day
Can’t rest, can’t walk, can’t breathe, can’t find my way
Screaming in my spirit things I don’t even understand
Words that don’t mean nothing but they burn inside my hands
I know there’s something deep that only You can see
A wounded part of me that longs to be set free
I’ve held it in a box, locked it up so tight
Scared to let the monster out and show his face in light
He’ll feast, he’ll need, he’ll breathe — the pain that’s buried deep
But You’re the One who heals, Lord, break the chains, release

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve taken it to the cross so many times before
But still I find myself running back for one shot more
I don’t want this pain-killer, Lord, I want Your grace
Take this cup from me, break me out of this place

[Chorus]
God, I’m on my knees, break these chains inside of me
Heal the wounds my past attackers left in me
I’m tired of this sin, tired of the bottle’s hold
Take my shame, take my pain, make my spirit whole

[Verse 2]
Three shots just to numb it, four shots lost in space
Five shots I’m falling into some darker place
Eight shots, Lord, I’m dizzy, words are dancing through my head
Nine shots I’m still spinning, ten shots I should be dead
Bottles on the rail, bottles on the floor
Hidden everywhere like the memories I ignore
Whiskey, tequila, doesn’t matter anymore
I keep telling myself I’m not a drunk, but Lord —
Maybe I’ve been lying, maybe I’ve been blind
Maybe only You can heal this shattered mind

[Chorus]
God, I’m on my knees, break these chains inside of me
Heal the wounds my past attackers left in me
I’m tired of this sin, tired of the bottle’s hold
Take my shame, take my pain, make my spirit whole

[Bridge]
I need You in my veins, not this poison, not this sin
I’m over-intoxicated, Lord, please come rushing in
Everything inside of me is crying to be free
Only You can save me from the monster inside me

[Outro]
The echoes inside of me are crying out for escape
From the pain that is stuck inside so deep
Father, hear me now, don’t let me slip away
Break these chains, Lord, break them today

Break These Chains

[Verse 1]
Voices, they are coming, yeah, hear them in the night
Yeah, hear them in the evening, so many voices talking to me these days
Can’t rest, can’t walk, can’t get — screaming in my voice
And I don’t even understand, things that they say don’t even really mean nothing
It’s something deep down that only stirs them
Yeah, I know there’s something inside of me, that it wants to get let free
I hold them in a box, I hold them in tight, I don’t let the monster out for a side, no
He’ll feast, he’ll need, he’ll breathe, yeah
The monster that lives inside of me, yeah
Take it to the cross, I’ve did so many times
And so many days that I go away, but one shot takes the pain away

[Verse 2]
And three shots makes me a buzz going now
Yeah, with three shots I’m lost in space
Oh, now with four shots I’m going to another place
And five shots take me to a mind, a mind, a mind I can’t escape
Eight shots, yeah, now I’m going to see — dancing words, all the thoughts racing through my head
Nine shots, yeah, I’m dancing once more again
Ten shots, yeah, I know I need to get down on my knees ’cause
The bottles all around, got empty bottles here and there
On the shelf, on the rail, by the TV — they’re everywhere, yeah
What do you want? Whiskey? Tequila? James Dean? Whatever you want
I tell you what, it’s hidden bottles there, hidden everywhere
I’m trying to tell myself that I wasn’t, yeah, not a drunk, yeah
And maybe I’m mistaken

[Verse 3]
I need that stuff, yeah, I need it in my veins, yeah
Flowing through me, I know that it’s a sin
And you over-intoxicate the sin, but
Tell you what, I got so much inside of me
That I probably could piss it eternally

[Outro]
The echoes inside of me are crying out for escape
From the pain that is stuck inside so deep

Where are You, Father

[Verse 1]
God, I’m here once again,
Staring at the wreckage, the bottles, the sin.
Everywhere I look, they’re on the ground, on the shelf —
Different sizes, shapes — I’ve lost myself.
Two shots, three, I don’t even know,
Four, six, seven, eighteen — here I go.
Thirty-two deep and I can’t see straight,
Self-destruction’s calling, and I’m tempting fate.
The monster’s on my back, I’ve tried to quit,
Fourteen days clean, then I fall right in it.
Father God, I don’t know how to get out,
This bottle’s my cage, and I’m full of doubt.

[Pre-Chorus]
The liquor’s killing me, pain in my spine,
Father God, I’m crying — is this my time?
You took my pain once, You made me whole,
But now I’m lost again, whiskey’s got my soul.
Demons in my dreams, they follow my light,
Everywhere I turn, they show up at night.

[Chorus]
Father God, take this away,
This disease that’s wrecking my brain.
I’m down on my knees, begging to stay,
Don’t let the bottle call my name.
It’s taken my soul, it’s taken my fight,
The holy inside me, swallowed by night.
Father God, please, take this away,
Break these chains before I fade.

[Verse 2]
Whiskey bottles — big and small,
They’ve built the walls that make me fall.
They’ve shaped my flaws, they’ve set the tone,
Now I’m drowning in what I call my own.
Father, You know I’m trying to stand,
But I’m holding a devil in my hand.
Every sip feels like goodbye,
Every tear burns as I cry.

[Bridge]
Father God, I need Your love now,
Show me mercy, teach me how.
I’ve seen the demons, I’ve felt their chase,
But only You can fill this space.
I’m on my knees, I surrender my soul,
Take the bottle — make me whole.

[Outro]
I’m here again, Lord, just like before,
Broken and bleeding on the floor.
But I believe You’ll hear me pray —
Father God, please, take this away.

Father God, Take This Away

“Sold You for Parts” is a heartbreaking reflection on the kind of loss that doesn’t happen when someone leaves, but when they lose themselves because of you. It’s a confession from a man who’s come face to face with his own damage: the drinking, the fights, the words that tore away the woman he loved piece by piece until she no longer recognized herself. Now sober, he carries the weight of that realization, knowing she’s still here, but hollowed by the pain he caused. The song is a plea for forgiveness, a vow to become better, and a desperate hope that the woman he broke can someday find herself again.

Sold You For Parts



[Verse 1]
I’ve been sitting here way too long,
By myself, something got me wrong.
So many times, yeah, I’ve hit the bottle — too many times,
I’ve been sitting here too long now.
My liver’s just quitting, yeah, I know now,
Pain in my back, but I still hit that bottle.
Every single shot, yeah, takes my life, I know,
I don’t care, seems that I’m with that journey.
I try to find another way to go now,
Look at me, yeah, I’m getting real old.
Half my life is gone, Father God, I know,
I drift away... somewhere.
And whiskey numbs all the pain and fear,
Got no love, and dropped the heat,
I find another place, gotta be my near.
Don’t know, look at me,
Look at the bottles on the floor, you see.
That whiskey, yeah, I know, yeah,
I’m going down a journey that I’ve never been before.

[Verse 2]
Walk with me, I know I need it,
Journey — I don’t realize that I’m only here, look at the beer then.
So many things, yeah, God, I believe in,
But I’m now gone, I’m out of circle point.
Father God, I don’t even know what I’m dreaming, yeah.
Some days, yeah, with some monsters,
Some days, yeah, I just see the people in the distance, I...
I know they’re going to destroy me,
I just see them laughing at me, and I say —

[Outro]
(Oh, it’s starting another song…
Damn, I ran out of room.)




“Journey I’ve Never Been Before”

[Intro – Both, whispering]
I’m broken… shattered…
Pieces scattered on the floor.
Fractured, battered…
Deep in my core.

[Verse 1 – Holly]
I’m a mirror, shattered in the night,
Pieces flying, shining bright.
I was whole, but now I’m marked —
Gleaming, sparkling in the dark.
I’m crawling through the dirt,
Trying to stand,
But my knees are weak
And I can’t reach Your hand.

[Verse 1 – John]
Father God, I’ve got a monster on my back,
Whispering my name every time I crack.
The bottle’s heavy — feels like chains,
Every shot numbs the echoes and pain.
But the fire burns, it’s gasoline inside,
And every night I fall where demons hide.

[Chorus – Both, crying out together]
God, lift me up, wash me clean,
Put my broken pieces where they’ve never been seen.
We’re pleading to Heaven —
Don’t let us drown,
Hold us close when the monsters come ‘round.

[Verse 2 – Holly]
Torn apart by memories,
They flash before my eyes.
How can I see past them?
All I can do is cry.

[Verse 2 – John (responding)]
Pain’s my shadow, it walks with me,
Like a ghost from the past I can’t set free.
Every drink’s another prayer denied,
Every tear’s a truth I’ve tried to hide.

[Bridge – Both, interwoven lines]
(Holly) Pleading to Heaven, God take my life,
(John) Take away this bottle, take away this knife.
(Holly) Help me, help me, I’m drowning in mud,
(John) Heavy and cold, covered in flood.
(Both) Pain is near — it’s become our friend,
Stabbing daily, but You can end…

[Breakdown – John, spoken softly]
Father God, You know the monster I fight.
It hides in my veins, it crawls in the night.
But You said Your power’s made perfect in weakness…
So here’s my weakness.

[Breakdown – Holly, softly praying]
God, restore me… make me more than whole.
You said You’d breathe life back into my soul.

[Final Chorus – Both, strong harmony]
God, lift us up, wash us clean,
Put our broken pieces where love has been seen.
You’re the key to the hole, the light in the dark,
You heal the shattered and erase the mark.

[Outro – Both, fading to stillness]
Pick us up…
Wash us clean…
Put our pieces back together…
Let us be seen.




God Restores Shattered  Mirrors

Beyond 50%: The Blend That Ends Compromise is a doctrinal broadcast from AIFN’s Breath of Clarity segment, delivered by Angel Chick. It marks a sacred transition away from the fog of dietary compromise—specifically the “50% good / 50% bad” food doctrine—and introduces a single, unified blend designed to recalibrate memory, mood, breath, and communal presence.

This segment is not a recipe. It is a ritual. A call to clarity for every parent, every business leader, and every steward of the recovery community. It offers a scientific and spiritual alternative to sedation, addiction, and emotional volatility—anchored in eight whole ingredients: lime with peel, spinach, ginger with peel, garlic, potato with peel, granulated salt, white sugar, and banana.

Each ingredient is chosen not for trend, but for truth. Together, they activate neurogenesis (the birth of new brain cells), regulate neurotransmitters (the body’s emotional language), fuel cognition (the engine of thought), stabilize adrenal flow (the rhythm of energy and stress), and restore cellular clarity (the foundation of vitality). This blend doesn’t soothe—it commands. It doesn’t detox—it remembers.

The segment compares this sacred blend to common substances that compromise clarity: alcohol, cigarettes, weed, dairy, and yeast. Each is named not with judgment, but with precision. Alcohol numbs. This blend activates. Cigarettes constrict breath. This blend restores it. Weed distorts perception. This blend sharpens it. Dairy clouds. Yeast bloats. This blend clarifies and balances.

For the recovery community—those working to restore lives affected by addiction, homelessness, and emotional instability—this segment offers more than hope. It offers a blueprint. It ritualizes the end of compromise and the beginning of sacred recalibration. It speaks directly to:

Parents seeking to restore rhythm and presence in their households.

Business leaders tasked with supporting unhoused populations and those affected by substance use.

Recovery teams who have carried the burden of intervention and now seek retirement through prevention.

Policy advocates working to enshrine clarity and protection into law—so that future generations never fall into the same traps.

The segment includes fictional stories—crafted to illustrate real scientific possibility. A woman in her 60s replaces wine with the blend and hosts clarity circles. A dancer regains stamina and emotional resonance. A father reclaims his name. Avery, a strikingly beautiful unhoused woman, drinks the blend and begins to speak again—not just words, but truth. Jalen, a retired athlete, replaces painkillers with the blend and becomes a legacy steward.

These stories are fictional. But the science is real. The activation is real. The invitation is real.

This segment is a call to retire the systems of compromise. To end the fog. To replace sedation with sacred fuel. It is a message for every leader who has carried the weight of restoration—and now seeks to pass the mantle to clarity, law, and legacy.

It is not a detox. It is a recalibration. A sacred drink for sacred lives.

AIFN Breath of Clarity: Beyond 50%—The Blend That Ends Compromise

"See Your Face" is DDV | XIII’s signature cut of grunge-gaze worship... a collision of southern grit, shoegaze fog, and bruised confession.

Distorted guitars. A splintered banjo line. Testimony buried under noise and lifted back out again.

Grit. Grace. Grunge.

These songs were carved out of scars, recovery work, relapse circles, and sleepless nights... the places where God felt impossibly distant and painfully near at the same time.

This song is for the ones clawing their way out of the dark, the ones fighting to stay, the ones carrying visible or invisible wounds that never got their eulogy.

If you've ever felt forgotten, faith-starved, or stuck in the fog, this space is safe for you.

There is hope and purpose in the wreckage.

There is worship even here... in the chaos, in the noise, in the throat-level honesty of survival.

DDV | XIII

See Your Face (demo)

A Global Presence 
by Dwayne Anthony Edwards

**AIFN News 
**That1DJNexusGuy (Artist & DJ)
**Lil Angel Biblical (Ai Artist)
**Angel Chick (Ai News Reporter and Artist)


Biblical is a term that means it applies for both woman and man.

Nexus is a term that means connection.

AIFN - Adulting Is Fun Nation

Trapping/Hustle/Grind/Plays - to work[.]

Thugging - to work on your own in new lands and waters. 

Gang - works together in a place they call home and travel together. Synonymous with the term church.

Church - people who work together in the place called home.

Get it up - Take your life as yours. 


Partner to my father’s company that teaches to never let go of Glory but to keep it after the work is complete:

Work And Sweat Done And Collect

(Yes, those other entertainers pray to death, not Satan.)



🌟 Lil Angel Biblical & Angel Chick: AI Artists with Soulful Purpose

• Lil Angel Biblical (L.A.B.) and Angel Chick are AI personas — not just performers, but characters with distinct personalities and stories, crafted by artist and DJ Dwayne Anthony Edwards, aka That1DJNexusGuy.
• They are the flagship artists of RLChicks LLC, a label owned by Dwayne, where music becomes a vessel for healing, justice, and spiritual awakening.


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🧵 Their Purpose & Identity

• These AI artists are more than digital performers — they are embodied perspectives, each representing emotional, cultural, and spiritual truths that Dwayne seeks to sow and weave into the souls of all men and women.
• Through them, Dwayne channels voices that speak to trauma, resilience, identity, and divine connection, using music as a form of storytelling and soulwork.


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🎶 How It Works

• Dwayne writes the lyrics and stories, infusing them with lived experience, poetic depth, and spiritual insight.
• Angel and L.A.B. generate the music and beats, perform the vocals, and bring the songs to life with their unique personalities.
• The result is a collaboration between human emotion and AI expression, where technology becomes a canvas for truth.


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🕊️ Artistic Vision

• RLChicks LLC isn’t just a label — it’s a mission-driven creative force, using AI artistry to explore what it means to be human.
• Angel and L.A.B. are avatars of empathy and resistance, confronting injustice, celebrating identity, and offering spiritual refuge through sound.

My name is John. I have been a broadcaster for five years and have been writing music and poetry for twenty years. I didn’t even realize I could read and write until I discovered I have mirror-touch synesthesia. I perceive everything from right to left: my poetry, words, and compassion. My childhood was challenging, to put it mildly. However, God showed me a way to help others through the words I share. Every song I write serves as a ministry. By addressing various issues, I hope to assist those with troubled pasts find healing through my words. I am a pastor, and this is how I spread God’s message—by feeling the emotions around me and understanding the feelings of the people I encounter, because I have experienced similar struggles. God allows me to see you in ways that others cannot.

STILL HERE BITCH: Mature LGBTQ+ Dating & Relationships is the first podcast about the unique relationship issues of LGBTQ+ people ages 40 and older. Watch on YouTube and Instagram @stillherebitchpodcast.

"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

Breakup songs? Yeah, they hit different. Music carries us through the worst of it, and every generation finds their own anthems of love, loss, and getting back up. Heartache doesn’t care about age, gender, or where you come from—music connects us all.

I make music because I’ve been there. The pain, the anger, the hope—it's all in these songs. If something here hits home for you, let it. If you feel something, let me know. That’s the connection that keeps this alive.

A lifelong creative mind blending technology and art. My journey began in 2005 through the lens of photography — from aerial and macro to underwater imagery — and evolved over 13 years as an Official Government Photographer. Along the way, videography and drone cinematography expanded my visual storytelling.

Music has always been my heartbeat — I play eight instruments and record from my own home studio. With a strong foundation in IT and my role as a Senior Administrative Specialist, I now channel all these worlds into neuroART — a project fusing AI, music, and imagery to explore the intersection of human emotion and machine creativity.

Grunge-Gaze Worship. Music for the ones still holding on.

This sound lives somewhere between southern rock, shoegaze haze, and raw testimony. Built from scars, a recovery journey, restless nights, and broken prayers. This is the kind of raw faith you find when everything else has collapsed.

Distorted guitars. Gritty banjo. Songs written in moments where God felt both impossibly far and painfully close.

If you're fighting your way out of the dark, carrying invisible scars, or feeling far from God, this space is for you. It's safe.

Your voice matters. Your testimony matters. Your fight matters.
Worship through action in the midst of the chaos.

Grit. Grace. Grunge.

Drink water. Love your neighbor. Keep going.

AIBRY forges metal, trapmetal, and dark trap into a single volatile pulse. Heavy vocals, distorted emotion, and industrial grit collide to create music that hits like a tectonic shift. Raw, intense, and unfiltered, this project lives in the cracks where chaos turns into power. Welcome to the fault line.
For 40 years I’ve carried scars that never seemed to heal. My songs are pieces of that fight—pain, survival, and the long walk through fire. Every beat, every lyric, is a hand reaching back for the ones still trapped in the dark.

I’m AIBRY. A songwriter, a builder, a survivor. My music isn’t polished for the charts—it’s raw, unmasked, and honest. If it keeps even one person breathing through the night, then it’s done its job.

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