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hey fellow neurodivergent Christians! if you like stimming while you worship, I highly recommend the song Pilot Me by Josh Garrels!! it has wonderful vibes :)
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poptartportfolio · 1 year
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"Life is strange. I bumped into this girl on the way to the store, guess she was having a day cuz she just looked at me. Almost like she was trying to parse if i was real or something... well, she just muttered 'sorry' and scampered off after that. Wonder who she was..."
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wisdomfish · 9 months
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As the inhabitants of a little, narrow street in Paris looked out at their doors one morning, they were astonished to see a young woman pacing backward and forward on the top of a six-story house. Their astonishment was changed into alarm when it was discovered that she was unconscious of her peril, and was walking in her sleep! The young creature seemed to be dreaming of an approaching gala day, and was humming a lively air. Again and again she drew near to the very verge of the parapet, and again and again crossed over to the other side of the roof, always smiling, and unconscious of danger. Suddenly her eye was attracted by a light in the house opposite. She awoke instantly; there was a piercing cry, a heavy fall, and all was over. Alas! that this sad incident should have a counterpart in things spiritual still more appalling. The despisers of God’s mercy, who are now dreaming away the brief remaining portion of their existence, will be aroused suddenly from their guilty slumber by the light which bursts in upon them from the other world, but only to discover the fearful precipice on which they have so long been standing, and when escape from ruin will be impossible. ~ J.N. Norton
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dweeeeeb · 1 year
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Motivational Music in the Morning ... #JoshGarrels, #BornAgain ... #Home [Official Music Video] (2015) #MMitM1
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ioannemos · 1 year
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Album: Love and War and the Sea In Between
Opinion on cover design: it's... fine
Favourite song: i did not expect "spoken word and a little of hip hop meddled with alternative rock" from josh garrels and it's usually not my cup of tea. but. the resistance is bomb
Least favourite song: the whole album's pretty neat, tbh
Underrated track: i wouldn't know
Overrated track: i wouldn't know
Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
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thebluejay1994 · 9 years
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~Song of the Week~
My God, is that what I trusted in? That sin? That tomfoolery? Ugh What it is, is mental jewelry that I adorned myself with…
What a show. It turned into quite the intimate night of worship and song. Josh Garrels is not only a great artist, but a true performer. He was so humble toward his audience, and through the words of his songs, brought to us a life changing night. I’ll never forget his encore with “Farther Along”, as everyone stood up, raised their hands to the heavens, and just lifted up their burdens as we all worshiped in unison. I don’t know if he expected to impact us in that way, but I could tell he was in awe. It was a beautiful experience, one that we’ll never forget~ 💙
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Josh Garrels “Rainbow” lockscreens 🌈☁️
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mozart-the-meerkitten · 2 months
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Been in the mood for angst, so here's a scene from The SOS Chronicles. Takes place pre-story, might come up sometime as a flashback or something. Features one of my main characters, Silvie and her mother.
Deliver Us
            Sasha took several deep breaths, trying to focus.
            The Enforcers were coming.
            They were not coming for her.
            They were coming for her daughter.
            “Silvie, come here, please.”
            Tiny claws pattered on the floor as Silvie appeared, her little furry brown head tilted to one side, her scaly tail swishing behind her.
            Sasha knelt down in front of her. “Silvie, bad people are coming. They are called the Enforcers. They want to take you away from me. You have to run.”
            Silvie blinked at her. “Hide?”             Sasha nodded. “Run first, then hide.”             Silvie took her hand and tugged on her. “Come.”
            Sasha’s heart twisted. “I can’t. I have to stay here.” I have to buy you time to get away.
            Silvie frowned and tugged on her more insistently. “Come.”
            Sasha shook her head. “You run. You hide. I-” she swallowed hard. “If I can, I’ll come find you, later.”
            Silvie’s frown deepened. “Scared?”
            Sasha reached up a hand and squeezed her daughter’s shoulder. “Yes. Mama is scared. And mama needs Silvie to run.”
            She had known, of course, that this day would come eventually. Silvie wasn’t like her. Sasha had learned early that she needed to hide who she was, to hide that she wasn’t under control like everyone else. Making different noises, dancing in the streets, singing and laughing loudly and screaming when she was angry and scared were all things she would be targeted for. She could not be different, so she wasn’t. She molded herself into the perfect Aguithan; obedient, quiet, never questioning orders, never questioning why she had to hide.  
            And then one night she’d been caught in the streets by an Enforcer, only being obedient, only coming home from work a little late…
            And she had been good. She hadn’t fought back, she let him have his way with her.
            She’d been told not to have the child that came from that. To get rid of it before it was born because all it would be was trouble.
            That had been the first time she had fought back since she was a kitten.
            She had kept her child and Silvie was born, small and precious and helpless and perfect.
            And like Sasha, but more. Silvie was louder and more excitable, hard to control, unable to pretend she could be controlled. And at five years old she was happy and full of life and Sasha was grateful every day that she had kept her little one.
            She had hid Silvie’s nonconformities for as long as she could, learning how to help her daughter stay calm and listen and understand.
            But it couldn’t last and she had always known that. And she had made peace with it.
            And if it kept her daughter safe, she would die.
            “No scared, mama,” said Silvie, patting her mother’s face.             Sasha smiled as a tear slipped from her eye. “No scared,” she wrapped her arms around Silvie and squeezed her tightly. Silvie let out a happy little purr.
            “Be brave, Silvie,” she whispered, stroking her kitten’s fur, wrapping her tail tight around them both, just for a moment. “Be brave.”
            “Brave,” Silvie repeated, purring louder.
            Sasha purred back, breathing in her baby’s scent, running her fingers over her daughter’s soft fur. “I love you. More than anything. I love you, Silvie.”
            Silvie’s purring reached a crescendo and she nuzzled Sasha happily.
            Her heart broke, and with a shuddering gasp, she pulled back. The Enforcers would be there any moment, she didn’t have time-
            She reached over and grabbed a little backpack that she had sewn and long kept ready for this day. “Wear this. It has food and water in it,” she said, looping it over her daughter’s back and shoulders.
            Silvie’s ears twitched and her nose scrunched for a moment, then her expression settled as the weight pressed against her back. She had always liked weighted things.
            Sasha pressed their foreheads together. “Run, Silvie. Run, then hide. Run outside the city. Hide there. Stay away from the Enforcers. They are big and mean, with black and red belts. They will hurt you if they find you.”
            “Hurt you?”
            Sasha’s breath hitched and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Don’t worry about mama. Run, Silvie, just run.”
            “You come?”
            Sasha opened her eyes and met her daughter’s bright, yellow-golden gaze. “I promise I will do everything I can to follow you, Silvie. Now run, please, run.”
            Silvie hesitated, then lunged forward and hugged her, tightly. Sasha choked out a sob and hugged her back.
            “Brave, mama,” said Silvie.             “Yes. Be brave my little one,” she pressed a kiss to her daughter’s mop of brown hair. “Now go, run.”
            Silvie pulled back and drew herself up, tiny, fluffy hands curling around the strap of her backpack across her chest, her iridescent tail twitching behind her. “Runhide. Run. Brave, mama.”
            “Brave, Silvie,” Sasha whispered, pulling a smile onto her face.
            Silvie nodded, then turned and dashed to the window. She gave Sasha an excited look. “Window?”
            Sasha’s smile turned real as tears dripped down the fur of her face. Silvie had always wanted to climb out the window for some reason, and often tried. “Yes. Window.”
            Silvie’s eyes lit up. “Window!” she pushed it open and scrambled out. “Bye, mama. Silvie brave!”
            Sasha pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle her sobs. “Silvie brave,” she whispered.
            Then, she took a breath and stood. She pulled on the mask she’d worn since kittenhood, hiding who she was, her emotions and fears. She would be a model citizen, obedient and quiet.
            (She would give Silvie a chance to escape.)
            Not five minutes later as she stood at the sink cleaning dishes, the Enforcers knocked on her door.
            “We’re here for the kitten,” they said.             “What kitten?” she smiled demurely, even as they pushed her away and searched the house.
            Of course they found Silvie’s things, there had been no time or point in hiding them. The Enforcers could smell her anyway. But Silvie was gone, long gone into the city and the night and the myriad of smells there. Her trail would be all but impossible to find. She would be safe.
            “Where are you hiding her?” they demanded, claws glinting in the dim light of her apartment.             “I’m not hiding anyone,” she said, truthfully.
            Their leader, a great brute with white fur and one patch of black on his scarred head, pulled out his gun and pointed it at her head. “Where is the kitten?”
            He was going to kill her, so Sasha smiled and bared her teeth, letting her mask drop. There was no point in hiding anymore. “Right here. I’ve always been right here, hiding under your noses,” she clenched her hands into fists and lunged forward, pushing her face towards his. “You think you can control us but you can’t. For every one you kill or take captive there is one like me who is hiding, ready to rise up and fight back,” her smile turned into a snarl. “You will never see us coming, not until it’s too late.”
            He snarled back. “Ignorant fool. Your rebellion will fall before it ever begins. Any schemes you’ve put in motion are futile,” he pressed the gun to her forehead. “And you will die here tonight.”
            She laughed, her eyes cold as ice. “But my daughter won’t,” she sneered. “You failed. You will always fail.”
            He pulled the trigger. She closed her eyes as the blast traveled through her and smiled as she thought of Silvie in the window.
Be brave, my kitten.
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sojo-gatoru · 24 hours
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got tagged by @monimolimnion thehe thank you pal 💕
shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people
I will not apologize for my music taste bc it's banger lmao Also.......yes Herald of Darkness has been playing in my head forever I don't even go there but there is just something about the song that makes it fun to do chores lol
Never Have I Found - Josh Garrels
Wealth & Hellness - Human Zoo, Will Wood
Herald of Darkness - Old Gods of Asgard
fuck you i'm going underground - Grand Commander
I Am an Animal Cannibal - Mysteron
Last Surprise - Lyn
Yes, to Err is Human, So Don't Be One - Will Wood
INFATUATION - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
I'M STARTING A CULT - Fuller
i think i wanna be alone - mazie
dunno if I wanna tag 10 people but here ya go friends if you wanna feel tagged <3 @bored-cat-child @claraschaos @spots-of-gold @lenithepanda @brothersskeleton @charmspoint @trash-gargoyle
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Are songs disappearing off of anyone else’s 2022 Spotify Wrapped playlists, or is that just me?
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thepartyponies · 1 year
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i typed out a whole thing but it's too personal so i don't think i'll post it
anyway now i'm listening to bittersweet music and crying, how is your day going?
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hymnsofheresy · 2 months
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Christ has no body now but yours No hands, no feet on earth but yours Yours are the eyes with which He sees Yours are the feet with which He walks Yours are the hands with which He blesses all the world Yours are the hands
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hycinthrt · 1 month
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oop having immigrant blues time to go listen to ulysses by josh garrels and project on odysseus of ithaca
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chxnelsims · 2 months
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A Walk in the Park
On their daily walk, Wyatt decided to propose to the love of his life. He wanted to do something elaborate, but he knows she would've had his head on a stick if he did. She was so caught up in the moment that she didn't notice that her water broke...initially. She remained somewhat calm while Wyatt rushed back home to get the car.
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dweeeeeb · 1 year
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Motivational Music in the Morning ... #JoshGarrels, #WordsRemain (#Moderator Cover) [Lyric Video] (2020) #MMitM1
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