Fundamentalism is one particular slice within the broader body of Christian evangelicalism. In addition to affirming the fundamentals of the faith, fundamentalists typically hold to strict, sub-biblical, ascetic practices that go beyond Scripture. Though they genuinely love Jesus and are passionate about following Him, many in this tradition embrace a form of legalistic, preference-driven Christianity. The negative effects of this kind of teaching are not only immediate but often generational. The impact carries forward, shaping minds, marriages, churches, and children.

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The Negative Effect of Fundamentalism On the Soul

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FR 
Cinta Kehidupan est une déclaration intime à la vie, à ses élans fragiles et à ses forces invisibles. Ce titre en indonésien a été spécialement composé pour remercier mon public indonésien, dont la curiosité et la bienveillance m’ont profondément touché. 
Entre pulsation pop et souffle introspectif, il évoque l’amour comme moteur de résilience et de transformation.

EN 
Cinta Kehidupan is an intimate declaration to life — its fragile impulses and invisible strengths. This Indonesian-language track was created as a heartfelt thank-you to my Indonesian audience, whose curiosity and kindness have deeply moved me. 
Blending pop rhythm with introspective breath, it evokes love as a force of resilience and transformation.

Crédits
Composition & Production: Philippe Joumard
Paroles: Philippe Joumard
Cover Design: Philippe Joumard
Mastering: Philippe Joumard
© 2025 Philippe Joumard

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Cinta Kehidupan

mistika

 - 110 million Americans unaccounted for in regard to food. Shows degradation. DC fiasco.
Healthcare unaffordable. Poor ER care; waits, mistakes, poor treatment and outcome. Note who would have let people continue to starve and those who tried to help. Pray for leaders right now. White trains will come, maybe only once.
- No community to community talk. Too busy earning. Advantage causes iniquity. Looking for side doors and secret deals. Ex. pharisees. Be bold for others if not yourself without demands. Stand in righteousness. Church is Christ's responsibility. Sow into others with the power of love and the Holy Spirit. Pour your love into others and God will pour love into you. Real love is slow to embrace. You don't loan love and get any back. Never think you have nothing to give. We can't choose who to support. We're equipped to give and it's sufficient. No fence to sit on. No gray area. 
- Iniquity and carnage will soon be fully trained. Heed prophets- come out of the world.
- Dermatology report- Lethal tree fungus on a man's skin. Fast acting throughout body. Shouldn't even be possible. Sin is self-destructive. It's what comes out of a man that defiles us. 
- Desire to partake in righteousness with fails still walks in light. Enough light to constitute an identity diminishing darkness. Watch for backsliding. Walk as intended.
- Weather pattern- 2-3 wks. Possibly 13 days of freezing vicious temps. with abrupt interruptions. Prepare for power outages. High wind speeds. Big swings 75 -> 13F. Radiation will affect building glue. 
- Mr. Trump is no king Cyrus. God empowered then destroyed the Assyrian.
-Prayer is an agreement with Most High and His will.
- Some think the beast is a machine. 1st beast is a draconian system from the water.  A replication of the dragon that comes from the people. All kingdoms have the blood of innocents and will fall. Massive death, genocide, greed, murder, rape, etc. Always what mammon wants. Thieves, robbers, vanities. Christians slaughtered since 70AD. Was illegal to read the Word of God. 
-3rd is dragon. (devil and Satan) A mountain or hill is a place of power. A capstone or power center. Children are taught of dinosaurs early. Full of wonder, not fear. Dinosaurs are the bones we look for and are of high value. 
- 2nd beast is false prophet and comes from the land. Ascends from the bottomless pit. 
Horns of a lamb, but spoke as a dragon. A political or draconian tongue. Comes naturally to some. Miracles for people. Caused people to take the mark. 
- 3 unclean spirits- 1 from mouth of dragon. 
1st Trumpet- 172 civilizations speak of it. Green grass burned up. 
-3rd and 4th seals are in OT. Holocaust prophesied in OT also.
- World fails those who depend on it. We can only trust one thing. ( 2 masters) 
- Scripture is to learn who the Living God is. Not a weapon. Reading shows how much we don't know. 
COT- resilient. Be authentic as we are viewed by many. Must take our own veil down. 

11 10 2025  Revelation Review - Sow Into Others With Love

3.Who Am I When Nobody's Watching?

We Kill the Charts is a nocturnal confession set to thunderous rhythm — a song that prowls through neon streets and scribbled napkins, chasing the raw spark that no playlist can tame. It’s about making noise your own way — refusing polish, ignoring the map, and finding poetry in cracked vinyl and cigarette smoke. Every beat feels like rebellion dressed in melody, a storm of sound that remembers what it means to mean something. This is not about topping charts — it’s about breaking them apart and writing your name in the static.

We Kill the Charts ist ein nächtliches Bekenntnis auf donnerndem Rhythmus – ein Song, der durch Neonstraßen und vollgeschriebene Servietten streift, auf der Suche nach dem Funken, den keine Playlist bändigen kann. Es geht darum, auf eigene Weise laut zu sein – ohne Hochglanz, ohne Plan, mit Poesie aus Vinylknistern und Zigarettenrauch. Jeder Beat klingt nach Rebellion in Melodieform, nach einem Sturm, der daran erinnert, was Bedeutung wirklich heißt. Hier geht’s nicht darum, die Charts zu stürmen – sondern sie zu sprengen und den eigenen Namen im Rauschen zu hinterlassen.

We kill the Charts 

Lights cut low, vinyl snaps
Yeah, we start like that

I write on napkins in a diner off 5th and grey
Black coffee burned, my name on the edge of the page
Old tram bell rings, some kid spits verses in the rain
They nod, then go home — I leave a crater with my name
Concrete smells like history and my chorus eats the stage

We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice
Oh, we don’t play nice — watch the lights
We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice

My hook’s a grenade in a cheap white T-shirt, pockets full of songs
A busted amp, a cigarette, three nights and a million wrongs
Subway tiled with echoes of the rhymes that never quit
I drop a line — whole rooms learn to breathe to it
Radio DJs whisper, “Who the hell wrote this?”

They told me “don’t” like it was a map
I tore the map, now watch the atlas fold

We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice
They fold like cheap advice — louder, twice
We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice

Vinyl crackles, my melody licks like winter on the tongue
Teenage ghosts in thrift-store jackets sing every line unsung
I put a crooked grin on the moon — it laughs and leans in close
My songs are crooked maps, they find the parts you never chose
A streetlight signs my name, a stray dog howls in Morse

We wrote a war on silence — bloodless, beautiful, and loud
I taught the night to bow

Cameras blink — influencers talk, but their stories fall like ash
My chorus is a storm surge, your playlists turn to crash
Leather boots, late trains, a motel mirror reading truths
I barter bars for atmosphere, I steal your worn-out boots
They come for the crown — I hand them a mirror, watch them pass

One verse, one cut — and your favorite song forgets its lines

We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice
They drown in our device — feel the bite
We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice

Boom!

I sneak poetry into the pockets of your morning commute
Slip a hook into the coffee steam until the whole car’s mute
That laugh you can’t place — that’s my chorus carving space
My words are small obsessions that won’t leave your face
We’re not polite — we’re precise; we’re not loud — we displace

I wrote the sunrise wrong — then sold it back as anthem

We kill the charts — we don’t play nice
We kill the charts — they fold, they fold
Na Na Na — Na Na Na — sing until the night
We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice

Say our names like they’re an accusation
Say them slow — like a verdict
Mmh mmh mmh — Da Da Da

Vinyl fades, the tram goes on — the city keeps its secrets tight
A neon heart on 7th and Brown still pulses in the night

Quiet…


We kill the Charts

In this episode of “We Published Beloved!”, Deesha Dyer shares her remarkable journey from community organizing to working in the White House, emphasizing the importance of authenticity in storytelling from her book "Undiplomatic." She discusses the challenges of navigating the publishing industry as a Black woman, the significance of community support, and the impact of politics on personal narratives. Deesha encourages aspiring writers to embrace their unique stories, seek guidance, and give themselves grace as they navigate their own paths in writing and identity.

S1E8 - Deesha Dyer | We Published, Beloved! Podcast

The central idea of this song is that our failures shape us more truthfully than our successes. Each “failure” exposes who we really are, not who we are supposed to be. The irony is that these so-called failures often lead us to the roles we’re unintentionally best at. A reminder that life is lived through missteps, contradictions, and imperfect choices. You don’t win by becoming flawless; you win by staying real, even when the score looks terrible. Failure is not the end — it’s the most honest expression of survival.

Failed as a husband,
Made it as a lover,
Love the sunrise,
New room handover.

Failed as honest,
Made it as a crook,
Spoke the truth once,
No money took.

I miss the point,
But not the day.
I lose the fight,
And keep the play.
You call it wrong—
I call it my way.

Failed as a believer,
Made it as a priest,
Prayed in a whisper,
But noise is the best 

Failed as a listener,
Made it as a shrink,
I can focus on you,
If it's how I think.

I miss the point,
But not the day.
I lose the fight,
And keep the play.
You call it wrong—
I call it my way.

Failed as a dreamer,
Made it as a boss,
I have no vision,
But I can  make it a loss.

Failed as a friend,
Made it as a confidant,
I could be loyal,
But secrets I can't

I miss the point,
But not the day.
I lose the fight,
And keep the play.
You call it wrong—
I call it my way.

Failed as a sinner,
Made it as a preacher,
Cannot behave,
But tell you the way.

I failed a lot,
But I was true,
Intentions were good,
My feelings too,
But cannot fight,
The need to survive.

My art of losing

Based on the novel of Islan C. Ross "Silas Wolf: El Monstruo"

W-O-L-F

I wrote “The Streets Remember Us” to tell a story of movement, defiance, and the power of presence. It’s about the moments when we take up space, when our bodies, our desire, and our fire refuse to be hidden. I imagined streets that remember every heartbeat, every act of courage, and every spark of rebellion, and I wanted the music to carry that energy.

The track unfolds like a journey—quiet, intimate moments that swell into surges of exhilaration, pulsing rhythms that echo both tension and liberation. It’s cinematic and visceral, designed to make you feel the streets, the people, and the fire in motion.

For me, this song is a celebration of resilience, connection, and freedom. It’s a reminder that the fire we carry can never be forgotten, and that together, we rise.

The Streets Remember Us

Wild.Era is a creative project focused on musical experimentation (AI assisted). Blending elements of rock (heavy, symphonic, and dark gothic), folk (classic and dark Americana), soul, blues, and acoustic/classical instrumentation, Wild.Era explores connections between genres that rarely intersect. The project’s goal is to create a cohesive emotional experience through a distinctive mix of contrasting musical styles. The lyrics are done by me, inspired mainly by worldwide decadent/symbolist poetry: Baudelaire, Verlain, Verhaeren, Rimbaud, Oscar Wilde, D’Annunzio and many others that used the dark to bring light to this world.

The publishing world is overwhelmingly white and the stories that we read reflect that reality. Because of this long-time trend, many new and upcoming Black and queer authors often feel shut out and excluded from the publishing process.

This podcast demystifies the publishing process with a focus on first-time Black and queer authors.

Philippe Joumard (Auteur-compositeur indépendant basé à Cers)
Pays: France
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30/1 Lyricist since 2023. (Aedes as in Casas in Latin)

Anbid Zaman is a queer activist and artist whose work rises from a life marked by displacement, resistance, and the insistence on living fully even when the world tries to deny that possibility. Born in Bangladesh and shaped by grassroots queer organizing from a young age, they grew into their voice through community struggle — learning early that courage isn’t an act, but a daily discipline.

Their journey from danger to refuge transformed them without erasing their origins. Living in Germany, Anbid continues to work at the intersections of identity, migration, and liberation, supporting queer people who face violence and navigating the complexities of chosen family, safety, and belonging. Their activism is guided by deep commitments: justice without compromise, solidarity across borders, and an unshakeable belief that marginalised voices should be heard not with pity, but with respect.

These values spill directly into their music. Anbid’s sound blends testimonial storytelling, emotional minimalism, and atmospheric layers shaped by memory — the quiet of hiding, the noise of protest, the ache of leaving, the thrill of surviving. Each track carries the weight of lived experience and the brightness of hope that refuses to die. Their art is not just expression; it is continuation, resistance, and a reminder that stories carry power long before the world acknowledges them.

Rick launched the Life Over Coffee global training network in 2008 to bring hope and help for you and others by creating resources that spark conversations for transformation. His primary responsibilities are resource creation and leadership development, which he does through speaking, writing, podcasting, and educating.

In 1990 he earned a BA in Theology and, in 1991, a BS in Education. In 1993, he received his ordination into Christian ministry, and in 2000 he graduated with an MA in Counseling from The Master's University. In 2006 he was recognized as a Fellow of the Association of Certified Biblical Counselors (ACBC).

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