Flows Stories

I walked barefoot through hidden realms of surrender, signs, and divine raising. A five-year vow. Mercy in disguise. Oil that carries, not burns. Children's voices in dreams. An axe of light purifying the path. Mercy falling from the sky on a blessed Jumuʿah. A golden signature from Ar-Rāfiʿ. The song heals ("Change the World" - out now on Spotify). The realms speak here. Part 0 is open. The full path arrives January 2, 2026. Walk barefoot with me. The oil flows still. 🤍

Ivey is a professional in playing instruments, and even her teacher is really proud of her. Ivey also loves to compose songs, and they’re mostly about her dreams. There's just one catch, though. Ivey can’t speak.

Hannah Brown has always had a tough time fitting in. Being abandoned by her parents at age 7, she was sent to an orphanage in search of a new family. Now 14, Hannah has gone through over 50 families but they all bring her back for the same reason; she won't talk. No one has ever heard more that a faint grunt or moan from her. She's almost completely antisocial as depression wracks her brain. Sitting in her wide windowsill and looking out at the streets became a regular routine for each boring day. Until July 29th. The famous boy-band, One Direction, emerge from the doors looking for someone else to care for. What happens when they pick Hannah? Will they give up on her and return her?

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Lava flows where without notice By james a. galgano Should have seen the rushing lava tide was coming Viewed by video where automobile succumbed to terrain There within the sulfuric mist who might explain such reality As your life and property are engulfed by river of flame Soon you are eradicated and only your name if lucky remains To record who you were for some national news seeking advertisers Yet if no money is to be found communicating your loss is ignored You are labeled but some unknown victim for whom time gives no pause Ever to reflect who you were or what impact you had by all you knew What would be the point in the media's blind eye logic cannot construe There might be some volcano lava flow destroying all in its path But you have no value to them so you are ignored why do the math Who were you anyway but someone whose death soon forgotten Maybe if you were rich or well known all would have not been misbegotten There might be an eruption beneath whose path all life is erased But if your existence has no value to anyone you are gone without trace