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My Take On It with Your Angelic Karma®

Awed Episode 1384 - My Take On It with Your Angelic Karma®

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 10, 2024 88:54

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Luke 4:31-5:11: Jesus Exorcises, Heals, and Calls

Thy Strong Word from KFUO Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 2, 2024 57:26

Jesus teaches in Capernaum, astonishing people with His authority and casting out a demon. He goes on to heal Simon Peter's mother-in-law and many others. Despite the growing crowds, He insists on preaching in other towns. By the Lake of Gennesaret, Jesus teaches from Peter's boat and performs a miracle by filling their nets with fish. Awed, Peter, along with James and John, follows Jesus, leaving everything behind to become His disciples. The Rev. Chris Matthis, pastor of Epiphany Lutheran Church in Castle Rock, CO, joins the Rev. Dr. Phil Booe to study Luke 4:31-5:11. The Gospel of Luke, filled with rich narratives and detailed accounts, offers an inspired and historical perspective on the life and teachings of Jesus. Emphasizing Jesus' concern for the poor, outcasts, and social justice, this Gospel narrates parables and miracles that underscore the theme of God's salvation for all people. Luke's account is unique in its inclusion of the birth of John the Baptist, the parable of the Good Samaritan, and the story of the Prodigal Son, culminating in a vivid portrayal of Jesus' death and resurrection, affirming the universal offer of redemption. This Gospel serves as an invitation to understand the depth of God's love and the breadth of His grace extended to humanity through the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus.

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Awed by your Glory - 5.19.24

Green Pastures Devotions

Play Episode Listen Later May 19, 2024 2:31

Sermons from Huntingdon Valley Presbyterian Church

An Awed Hush While God Executes Justice

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 28, 2024

An Awed Hush While God Executes Justice

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North America awed by total solar eclipse

Global News Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 9, 2024 29:47

A once-in-a-lifetime spectacle was witnessed by millions across the continent. Also: Trump says let US states decide abortion rights, and scientists say Long Covid blood clues could prompt future trials.

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What is Spirituality? When Ego is Awed and Floored

Father Bill W.

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 20, 2024 51:50

The series explores the book SPIRITUAL EVOLUTION by Dr. George E. Vaillant. The author was a psychiatrist at Harvard and served as a non-alcoholic Trustee for Alcoholics Anonymous. Spirituality can be a hard concept to grasp, and his book helps make it understandable. He defines spirituality as the realization of positive emotions such as love, hope, faith, joy, forgiveness, and compassion – along with awe and mystical illumination. The author argues our brains are hard wired for these and through the 12 Step journey, we're evolving – “sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly” towards realizing them in our lives This episode focuses on Awe and Mystical Illumination –the goal of the 12-Step Journey. Show Notes: Spiritual Evolution: A Scientific Defense of Faith by George Vaillant We Agnostics: How William James, Father of American Psychology, Advanced A Spiritual Solution to Addiction: How a Venerated Harvard Doctor Inspired the 12 Step Movement Paperback – Mr Paul L Schulte Father Bill W. podcast w guest Paul Schulte AA & William James Quantum Change: When Epiphanies and Sudden Insights Transform Ordinary Lives 1st Editionby William R. Miller Father Bill W. podcast w guest William Miller --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/fatherbillw/support

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‘Salvo and Liberation Scotland', ‘George is in the House!' and ‘It's all gone a bit Wonka' / with Sara Salyers of Salvo.scot

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Play Episode Listen Later Mar 6, 2024 6:01

At the end of the show a question from Stephen Cameron. Recommendations: Stuart “Rabbits” by Hugo Rifkind Tommo has just started at a new school – a training ground for the Scottish elite – when his friend Johnnie's brother is found dead in a Land Rover on a Highland farm. There's a shotgun at his feet. Nobody seems clear about what has happened, least of all Tommo. A child of the middle class, and with new independence thrust upon him, Tommo finds himself invited into fading crumbling houses. It's the early nineties and this elite is struggling for relevance. Alienated from the mainstream, and running low on inherited wealth, his peers have retreated into snobbery and fatalism. Half-remembered traditions mix with decadence and an awful lot of small dead animals. And sometimes, not just animals. Awed by their poise and seduced by their hedonism, Tommo gradually becomes aware of sinister currents beneath the surface and a suppressed rage that threatens to explode into violence. https://birlinn.co.uk/product/rabbits-2/ Eamonn “Our Dirty War: The British State and the IRA” BBC Northern Ireland - Peter Taylor Stakeknife was a super-spy, a secret agent working for both the British and the IRA. He walked a precarious tightrope in an undercover war where exposure meant death. Operation Kenova, the long-running investigation into Stakeknife and the so-called dirty war, which is now coming to a close, brings Peter Taylor back to Northern Ireland. He revisits the chilling IRA interrogation tapes he initially uncovered and talks again to grieving families devasted by the loss of their loved ones to the IRA's brutal interrogators and killers. https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m001x24x Sara www.salvo.scot https://liberation.scot/ “Doun-Hauden: The Socio-Political Determinants of Scottish Independence” by Alfred Baird There is an increasingly urgent need to provide a better understanding of the phenomenon that is Scottish independence. Many commentators assume general policy matters remain key influencers of voter decisions on whether to support or reject Scottish independence. This may grossly underestimate and misunderstand the real complexity of the matter. Here, the author uses his academic expertise to ‘ground out' an analytical framework which helps to identify, based on analysis of key environmental factors, the fundamental determinants of Scottish independence. It is argued that the framework, entitled ‘The Socio-Political Determinants of Scottish Independence', permits far deeper analysis and understanding of the Scottish independence challenge. Collectively, the nine socio-political determinants which the author has ‘ground out' of the data collected and analysed, help to explain and underpin the quest for, and outline the barriers opposing, Scottish independence. Each of the determinants is analysed using appropriate and relevant theories and supporting data. It is argued that this work represents a new, comprehensive, robust, and scientific way to approach the subject of Scottish independence. It is an approach that has arguably never been taken before in any of the growing mass of literature concerning the subject of Scotland's independence, and hence represents an important and unique contribution offering new and provocative insights into Scotland's quest for liberation. As such the book will be of interest to those interested in Scotland, in Scottish independence and to self-determination of peoples and nations more generally. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Doun-Hauden-Socio-Political-Determinants-Scottish-Independence-ebook/dp/B086ZTRXM8

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2024-02-11 Awed and Listening

Ekklesia Hattiesburg

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 17, 2024 18:51

Welcome to the Ekklesia Hattiesburg podcast. Find out more at https://www.ekklesiahattiesburg.com

Heaven With Randy Podcast

EP 132: Singer/Songwriter/Producer Translated to Heaven's Throne Room - Prepare to be AWED

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 12, 2024 78:34

At an early age, Dalton Travis Gray's life was being prepared to enter into the Throne Room of God. He became a successful country music star, producing songs, and attaining the adulation of music fans. But after seeing the immensity of God's Glory in Heaven, Dalton gave up everything to honor God with his talents. Learn why being translated to Heaven caused this successful man to risk everything in telling this incredibly detailed account of Heaven. Toward the end, Travis will tell about a more recent experience of hell, and why God chose to reveal this terrible manifestation. In the end, you will be left with the awe of God's Holy Kingdom, and the salvation promoise afforded to believers in Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior.

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Knights of the Teorsas

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 22, 2023

It does not do to speak mockingly of erections.By Drmaxc. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“Men and their erections,”“Men and their erections,” Tacey laughed shrilly, “if you could harness them you’d solve the energy crisis. Forget the unpredictability of wind power, their erections rise and fall come sun, come rain, come snow; if you could only capture the energy of all those millions of cocks…”The girls giggled and laughed loudly in their gaggle at the bar. They had drunk too much and were being disrespectful of men. Jonathan did not like it, he expected women to speak of such things, the male sexual organ, in hushed, slightly awed tones: not make silly jokes as if, he paused and took a breath, a ‘Teors’ was something to laugh about. He used the Old English deliberately. To have used a slang term — a 'cock’ as the girl had done, a 'willy’ or the like would have been wrong. He gripped his glass; something would need to be done.Entering the subterranean halls of the Knights of the Teorsas always gave Jonathan a particular thrill. Unknown to virtually the whole population of London it was a closely guarded secret, not even disclosed to the authorities. All they knew about was the insignificant little house in a backstreet of Covent Garden and it was to that house that the bills for electricity and the like came. It was an unremarkable house that held a remarkable secret as it gave access, through its cellar, to the ancient home of the Knights, the Great Phallocrypt, a network of rooms, halls and passages built in stone many, many, many years ago.Jonathan was much more than an initiate, a Raphe, more than a mere knight but a man who had crossed the Fraenum, the narrow bridge between the Corpus Cavernosum, the great hall where the knights assembled in their pomp, and the grand domed meeting hall of the inner circle, the Corona, who ruled the order. Jonathan was himself a member of the Corona, albeit its most junior having only been erected to the position a bare month before. He had, by virtue of his status, access to the Grand Master of the Order, the Bacalum, and could speak to him as of right.Dressed in his ceremonial robes, the gold badge of the erect phallus woven in gold thread into the red material, Jonathan strode through the Corpus Cavernosum nodding to knights he met but there was no time to pause and engage in intercourse, he had urgent business, a matter of grave importance to report to the Bacalum himself. Crossing the bridge of the Fraenum still gave him a thrill. How many of the knights achieved that? Such a singular honour; he had been speechless for a full minute when he had been told to prepare himself. How many would ever wear the third gold band around their teors? How many of them were ever able to do the thing he was about to do? To raise the great brass phallic knocker and tap three times on the oaken door of the Lacuna Magna, the Grand Master’s private office?As always, the Bacalum was dressed in his ancient robes, beautifully decorated with representations of the ancient Roman god, Priapus, and with his great red curving penile hat making him look so much taller than he actually was. A trick long realised by the designers of uniforms; whether the bearskins of the Guards, the Shako of yesteryear or, indeed, the 'tit’ of the London bobby. Shaking his grey head wisely he listened as Jonathan described what he had heard only the night before.“It will not do, it will not do.” The Baculum’s words of wisdom enervated Jonathan.“I seek permission to use, to wield, the Great Mesmodildo.” The words were out; Jonathan had made the request, an act of considerable presumption in one so junior.There was a sharp intake of breath, the great phallic hat jerked upwards, and the penetrating eyes of the Grand Master seemed to bore right into Jonathan. There was a pause, “It will do.”They sat for a few moments in contemplation. On the walls were artists’ impressions of wonderful buildings not built. Designs by some of the leading architects of their day for skyscrapers intended to be the tallest buildings in the world in their time, all unmistakeably phallic, as skyscrapers are, but not simply because they were structures pointed at the sky but true erections designed to look like erections, buildings particularly phallic in design. Unrealised plans by Mies Van de Rohe, Frank Lloyd Wright, Colonel Seifert and most recently Sir Norman Foster. Designs the Order had not been able to find sufficient backers to fund; statements to the world not yet realised; buildings intended to awe and strike a proper respectfulness, an understanding of their place in the world, in womankind.The Grand Master rose, drawing his robes around him and walked to a cupboard; opening its black ebonised door he drew out something about a foot long and wrapped in a cloth; with both hands he presented it to Jonathan who, standing, accepted it with a bow. “I shall take the greatest care, Grand Master.”“Do.”Walking slowly back down the Corpus Cavernosa, Jonathan mused on the wise words of the Bacalum and upon his mission. Tucked into his robes was the ancient object — it would not do for the knights to see that which he had been entrusted or to know it was amongst them.Shedding his ceremonial robes in the outermost halls, where the putative knights, the Raphes, met and took instruction in their twin, wonderfully spherical, meeting rooms, Jonathan ascended back into a rainy, wet London morning; the ancient object tucked in his duffle bag along with his laptop and sandwiches. He had his job in the world outside the Order which he must attend to from 9am to 5pm but then he would commence his mission.It was one thing to hold the Mesmodildo but another to set up the opportunity to use it. Jonathan neither knew where Tacey lived nor worked. He did not actually know her name. His only knowledge was that she sometimes frequented: rather had at least once frequented, the bar where he had heard her disrespectful statement. He should have found out more about her at the time; he realised that now — it would have been better to have gathered more evidence before reporting to the Bacalum — but he had been so incensed, so overcome that he had rushed ahead without careful reflection and contemplation. He would meditate upon it later that evening.Meditation was important to the Order. Sitting cross-legged on a mat woven with ancient designs, a knight would sit in contemplation of his teors until turgidity ensued, that First Wonder of the teors; his thoughts would roam free as he sought to better understand himself, resolve his problems and focus on the baseness of his desires whilst seeking to raise the Primo Cumum, that first flowing of the teors so aptly described as its Second Wonder; lastly came the conclusion of the ritual, the ultimate goal of the meditation—the full flowing of the teors, the Ejaculum, a sight wonderful to behold—when the teors of its own volition would spew forth its seed. Putative knights worked hard at achieving this, many sitting for hours trying to create in their heads the necessary images; erotic images necessarily to achieve the apparently spontaneous Ejaculum.At first, and Jonathan had to admit he was as one with them, putative knights would use the Manualum or hand to achieve the necessary final stimulation; but he had achieved so much more – the result of hard work and dedication. Often appropriate texts or images were used, spread before the knight or novice to assist in his meditation. The Library of the Order, the Curiosa, contained many volumes and meditational material.Traditionally the knight would bow his head and orally accept the bounty of the Ejaculum. Ancient manuscripts, some written in Latin, some Sanskrit testified to this and the beautiful coloured illustrations showed no less. A variant much favoured in the modern Corona, and therefore too the Corpus Cavernosa, was the Art of Felicitation, requiring extensive practice, much suppleness of the body and, Jonathan admitted, a long teors. He, himself, had only managed the briefest of Teorsic Kiss at the moment of Ejaculum but the Bacalum and a few others of the Corona, knights of great experience, could hold the rounded terminus of their teors orally at the moment of the Third Wonder, an ideal act permitting the recycling of the seed so not one drop was lost to the body.Jonathan was lucky, very lucky. Inevitably he had returned to the very bar of Tacey’s misdeed as the only reference point he had in relation to her; had sat there nursing a beer and wondering if he would have to use the power of the Mesmodildo on the very pretty bar girl who had, he recalled, been there on the previous night. Perhaps she would know about the disrespectful girl; know who she was and where she lived — and her name. The entrance of Tacey saved the need. It was a relief to Jonathan — the pretty bar girl with the large breasts might not have known anything about the disrespectful girl and left him with no obvious lead in his quest; it also saved the seed he might well have lost to her in the course of extracting the information; she was, after all, very pretty and perhaps worthy of the honour.Tacey moved across the room and sat on a bar stool, her long legs crossed one over the other drawing up the material of her trouser leg revealing a particularly fine pair of high heeled shoes—clearly new by the sight of the soles and undoubtedly expensive.Not for the first time Jonathan wondered both at the impudence and the illogicality of women. There sat the girl in a suit of clothes but with trousers not a skirt. Trousers were a male prerogative and unsuited to women; they were for men. A skirt would have shown her new shoes off but instead they were largely hidden by the trousers. What was the sense in buying shoes to be noticed and then wearing trousers? There was no logic. The girl would look better without the trousers. In his mind he imagined the girl naked but for the shoes; it was an appropriate image he would use for meditation later. He looked down at his own sensible, solid black shoes largely hidden by his own trousers — and that was perhaps just as well. He mentally gave himself a note to polish them in the morning—it was a task he tended to overlook though it would not do to keep the dome of his teors unpolished.A further shock came to Jonathan; instead of a white wine spritzer or some expensive but brightly coloured vodka concoction in a pretty bottle, the girl had ordered beer: not just a half but a whole pint. She was drinking beer from a pint glass! Had she no shame?Jonathan got up and walked across to her, “I have something to show you,” he said without introduction and in a deep impressive voice.Tacey looked Jonathan up and down for a moment and then burst into laughter, “Ooh, you little pervert, you!” She seemed to find the whole scene very funny indeed. Jonathan was affronted. What had he said?“Well, what do you want? Who are you?” She said.It was not going well; it should be he who was asking the questions. As the Bacalum had wisely said, “it would not do.” Slowly he drew from his duffle bag an object wrapped in a cloth. “I have this to show you,” Jonathan said mysteriously, drawing the cloth down the object a little way.Tacey had never seen the like. It was a pearl, a great creamy, misty pearl; far, far bigger than any she had seen before; a pearl far bigger than the cultivated pearls of her best necklace; a pearl far bigger than the one Great Aunt Agatha used to wear when she, Tacey, was little and had so fascinated her on visits. Within it, great streamy swirls of creamy clouds seemed to move, captivating her, capturing her eye; she found it difficult to look away from the pearl, to stop watching the moving clouds of cream that appeared to roll around the jewel.Gradually Jonathan drew down the material covering the object and whilst her eyes could not leave the pearl she could see it was mounted on gold, indeed atop a golden acorn… or was it an acorn? As the material rolled back Tacey realised it was not so much an acorn as the bulbous end to a golden penis — a golden erect penis in exquisite detail surmounted by a great pearl; a pearl representing, quite clearly to her eye now, the bubbling up of semen or rather, what did they call it, yes, it was the 'pre-cum.’ She was both shocked and fascinated; her eyes could not draw away and leave the pearl with its swirls of milky cream. Her mind was being taken.Jonathan watched Tacey’s reaction; it was how it should be, no woman could resist the Great Mesmodildo, their pretty eyes were drawn to the pearl like moths to a candle and next would come the longing, a certain dryness of the mouth, an increasing need for something they could not quite place—it was no less than the desire for the milk of a man, a teosic longing in their loins. Jonathan had no need to completely un-sheathe the artefact, to reveal its shining golden glory, merely sliding back the material to expose the bulbous head was sufficientTracey’s tongue moved slowly across her lips; they felt dry.“Shall we sit over there, somewhere more private?” Jonathan sheathed the Mesmodildo. He had taken command of the situation.Tacey took a large swig of beer to ease the sudden dryness in her throat and followed him without question.Once again Jonathan eased back the covering revealing the golden head mounted with its strange pearl. Tacey stared; images of ejaculating penises came flooding into her mind and the thought of taking the head of this gold penis into her mouth, stroking it with her tongue, feeling the sensual smoothness of the pearl—smooth, yes smooth like… like… semen. Her nipples pricked at the material of her bra, they felt as hard as iron or, indeed, the gold of the strange penis before her. Within her panties, the new purple pair her especial friend, Diane, had bought her, she was flowing. Already the material felt soaked as if newly from the wash; it would seep into her trousers—an embarrassing wet stain.“May I, may I please suck it,” she asked in a small, little girl’s voice.Jonathan smiled to himself. It was more like pleading. How easy these women were taken, how powerful the Mesmodildo, how easily their minds were beaten and taken and their lust aroused. In a moment she would be pleading with him to let her suck his teors, desperate to take his seed and feel it slipping down her throat. But now was not the time and not just because they were in a public bar.The bar actually was empty but for the pretty bar girl and the Mesmodildo would handle her easily. Jonathan looked again at her and thought that perhaps another time, if he had not returned the Mesmodildo, he would like to use the artefact upon her and see her kneeling before him.“You may,” he replied and held it for her, still wrapped, with just the very end, the beautifully rounded head showing, and watched as she made the proper rounded shape with her mouth, the Teoric Circle, that women must make, before bowing her head down and absorbing the smooth gold head. He could imagine within her mouth the rapid flicking tongue; all women did this; the tip caressing the smoothness of the pear imagining it a continuous spurt of male milk to assuage their desperate thirst.Gently he pulled, extracting the Mesmodildo. He liked the need to pull a little to overcome the natural suction of the girl wishing to retain the object. It was a pleasant resistance.Tacey looked up at him, her eyes wide and doe like, her mouth still in the shape of the Teorsic Circle ready for the Mesmodildo, his own teors or, indeed, any other teors. It was a temptation. So very pleasant to have been able to disrobe, but not there, and place his own teors in this girl’s mouth; feel her tongue seeking the milk, trying to enter the very end of his teors; feeling the Second Wonder rising and watching, as his teors rested on her tongue, the small first clear drop of the Teorsic Fluid seep and run down from the acorn head; the sudden stiffening as the tongue tasted and induced a frenzy of sucking.From the bar the other girl stared. What had that man offered the girl to eat and why did her face now hold the expression of some plastic inflatable sex doll?“Come,” he said — and she almost did — the feeling of arousal was so strong, but he meant for her to follow.It was but a short taxi ride; though Tacey would remember nothing of it nor walking into a small building and down some steps — the stone steps to the Great Phallocrypt, Jonathan leading her by the hand.It might have been thought that no women would have been permitted to enter the ancient halls of the Order. Certainly they could not be of the Order, being mere women and lacking teorsas though it was said in times past there had been exceptions; women who would rather have been men; women with slim boyish hips and small breasts who had worn cunningly made simulated, pseudo-teorsas and had been more than happy to join in the male rituals sometimes made upon and with other members of their sex. This, though, was most certainly not permitted by the current and recent Bacala.It was possible, though, for women to be brought for judgement, correction or punishment: but not for pleasure. It should not be thought the Order was in any way a society for 'randy’ old men to enjoy countless women in a social way, a sort of 'Hellfire Club’ or opportunity for hedonistic orgiastic activity. The Order’s purposes were profound, mysterious and extremely serious. Any sexual gratification was a by-product, almost an accident: though to achieve the First, Second and Third Wonders of the Teors erotic thoughts a plenty were needed and sexual activity was something the knights were required to undertake regularly and in a brotherly fashion. The Wonders of the Teors, after all, had their root in sexual activity.It was appropriate for Jonathan to undress Tacey. It would not do for her to be presented to the Knights in clothes from the city above, least of all in that so wrong trouser suit. She needed to be modestly clad in a simple cream linen shift, a shapeless garment hiding her womanly attributes from the knights. First, though, she needed to be ritually washed; like the undressing it was a task Jonathan would need to undertake and it was a task he did not shirk. There were no female attendants in the Phallocrypt to assist female 'visitors’ and, as Tacey was his charge, Jonathan would need to perform the ceremony. He led her into a side chamber, stone vaulted and with a stone bath sunken into the floor. The water splashed into the bath and Jonathan added scents of sandalwood, carbolic and spice.Firstly Jonathan undressed, glad to be free of his workaday clothes ready to dress in the wonderful robes of the Order; it was better for him to be naked whilst bathing Tacey as it would not do to wet his robes. Tacey stood motionless in her trouser suit, still with the Teorsic Circle fixed to her face but her eyes betrayed intelligence behind her fixed expression. It was right for her to be conscious, she now needed to remember the lessons she would be taught. He knew her eyes would be staring at his teors, she could not help it and it was right for women to focus on the teors, to think about its beauty and power. Generously, as he began to take off Tacey’s jacket he permitted his teors to rise to help give her focus and bring her back from her Mesmodildo induced trance. His penis swayed magnificently and he paused to watch it in one of the many mirrors of the bath house. Inevitably she would compare it to her own biologically comparable but so much inferior organ, the Clitoris. Almost unnoticeable in some women, a mere pimple in others but for some there was an element of size, a proto-teors but, obviously, none could stand comparison with the Teors. The Bacalum was most particular and expected the size of the erect clitoris to be established and recorded. He thought it important. Jonathan was skilled in this and had a Clitometer ready.Jonathan fumbled at Tacey’s bra strap. He always had difficulty with these and then pulled down her panties. Jonathan took a step back and frowned, staring at the naked girl and particularly her pudenda. Her pubic hair had been shaved into a long vertical band rising up with her Cleft of Venus. To Jonathan the upright band had an inappropriate element of the Teors about it, a column of dark curly hair standing vertically up her pubis—did it not represent a Teors—that great column of the male? Why even the top of the column, below her navel seemed rounded. Was this sign of her further disrespect or quite the opposite, a mark of respect? Jonathan did not know. He was torn between seeking out the Bacalum and asking, but thereby displaying ignorance, or leaving be, but that seemed indecisive. Perhaps it would be best for Tacey if he assumed the worse and shaved off the offending symbol leaving her pudenda naked of hair. The Bacalum, he knew, preferred girls like that— innocent and pure was Jonathan’s understanding of his reasons.Leading Tacey by the hand into the water Jonathan picked up the soap and began to lather Tacey’s skin. It was not an unpleasant task feeling his hands sliding over her smooth young skin, leaving no place uncleansed, but taking especial trouble over the ritualistic four parts of the woman’s body which required greatest care—the nipples, the bottom and the pudenda. A full minute being allotted to each in the proper order. First the left nipple, then the right, followed by the bottom and lastly the pudenda. Jonathan looked into Tacey’s eyes and saw considerable surprise as his right index finger, liberally coated in soap, slipped up her bottom. It was appropriate. A woman should be surprised at the unexpected acts of a man.Finally Jonathan washed Tacey’s hair, lathering it enthusiastically as he stood and she knelt in the bath in the proper position a woman should take when a man is shampooing her hair. Equally properly Jonathan placed his teors between Tacey’s lips, still in the Teorsic Circle, and pushed. A woman should always suck the man’s teors when he is washing her hair. It was clearly shown in the old manuscripts. Tacey reacted rather dopily but instinctively seeking the Teorsic Fluid. It was not, though, appropriate yet.The full minute spent soapily washing, shaving and examining Tracey’s pudenda also ensured, had the Mesmodildo not done its arousing work, the clitoris was fully erect. Drying Tacey with towels he had her lie down and open her legs wide, giving him not only full access but a full view of her sex. He readied his instrument, his Clitometer, adjusting the wheels and shiny metal dividers to measure both circumference and length. The cold metal touched Tacey’s sensitive button and she winced slightly. “Why?” she said in a slightly slurred voice. Her faculties were returning.“Because it is necessary.” He was being kind. It was not necessary to answer a woman’s questions or even to listen to her.The last part of the preparation now needed to be undertaken. Jonathan brought Tacey to a curved marble saddle surmounted by a gorgeous golden teors. Of realistic size; unlike many of the beautiful representations in the halls; not too large because this had to fit all women; and more stylistic in design than many more faithful depictions. It was in an art nouveau style which so fitted the curving nature of the teors and the artist had taken liberty with his depiction of the glans which swept unusually far down the shaft giving a particularly streamlined look. A beautiful object which would give any women great pleasure to mount. Carefully he sat Tacey astride ensuring she lowered herself so the teors pushed up inside her. Instinctively, as before, Tacey began to ride the teors. Jonathan smiled a little in pity. Women had such a need for and such a longing to steal the Teorsic Fluid. They could not help themselves.Jonathan depressed a lever and Tacey betrayed surprise. It was not Teorsic Fluid but a sweet Almond oil that was being injected by the golden teors into her as she rode. A cunning contraption pumped out the oil in carefully regulated spurts mimicking the Third Wonder but in a profusion only the most adept knights were able to achieve—and the truth was that Jonathan was not one of them; much to his chagrin. He was, though, working at raising his TFL, performing the exercises at morning and night. He carefully recorded the outcome in a spreadsheet stored on his laptop and the chart did show a rising trend. (TFL = Teorsic Fluid Level).The purpose of the Almond ejaculation was not the pleasure of the women, or deceiving her she had taken Teorsic Fluid, but to prepare her. In Tacey’s case the Mesmodildo had caused her to literally drip but the liberal amount of Almond oil being pumped into her would ensure ease of teorsic insertion and a most appropriate sheen of oily lubrication running down the inside of her thighs. The Order expected not just the substance but the appearance of things and it was so very important for a woman appearing before the massed knights not only to be massively aroused by the honour shown but to visibly demonstrate it as well.Prepared, Jonathan dressed Tacey in the linen shift and finished his own ritual. Washed, he merely needed to don the badges of his rank and his robes. At the very base of his teorsic shaft, indeed clasping it tightly behind his scrotum, he tied, with leather thongs, a thin leather belt encircling the shaft forcing the scrotum forwards and the testes into greater prominence. It was the first symbol of a member of the Order and many wore it ordinarily under their street clothes.From a small red leather box Jonathon drew out three intricately engraved gold rings, rings prepared by the Order’s goldsmith—a member himself. The first ring for a raphe, the second for a knight and the third ring for a member of the Corona. Jonathan had not possessed the third ring for long, indeed had only recently been erected to the Corona, and was only just getting used to wearing it tightly and impressively below his glans. Lifting his now unerect teors by the prepuce, with an ease gained by long practice Jonathan slipped the first, second and then third ring down the shaft and willed the First Wonder. His teors rose proudly, the flesh expanding into the rings so they were held tightly in their allotted positions as if the shaft was bound in gold. His teors looked magnificent in the mirror; Jonathan admired himself turning to the right and left as if trying on a new suit of clothes; it was big, knurled by veins, beautifully banded in gold and surmounted by the shiny purple head with its eye of mystery. It never ceased to impress him.Only the Bacalum wore the fifth symbol, a gold, bejewelled hat or helmet sitting atop his teors-head.Pulling on his great red robe Jonathan was prepared and led Tacey out into the great hall of the knights, the Corpus Cavernosum. The Knights of the Teorsas were assembled and waiting.The grand phallic ritual is concluded.The shock to Tacey must have been immense, shock and awe at walking into such a beautiful stone vaulted place and seeing the knights and raphes, perhaps a hundred in all, standing in their red robes watching her, their eyes focused just upon her; and, at their centre, the figure of the Bacalum looking so serene and wonderful in his great curving red penile hat. Jonathan could not but sense what she was feeling as he led her down the massed rows of the knights. Certainly her eyes were wide.A low chanting filled the hall as Jonathan led Tacey forward to the centre of the hall. Speaking in a clear voice he outlined to the assembly Tacey’s grave misdemeanour. It was certain, very certain they were not pleased and Jonathan felt for Tacey as she must now realise how great was her error, how unwise and wrong it was to speak lightly of the teors and in a flippant manner. It was possible she thought herself there for punishment but that was not often the way of the Order. Perhaps once upon a time Tacey would have been bound tightly and her bottom roundly punished as the Knights watched; the sight of a helpless, naked, bound girl wriggling under torment greatly assisting their meditation.That was not the modern way. The Bacalum placed great store, not on punishment, but in behavioural correction. He saw the female mind as plastic and easily mouldable. A woman’s mind could change swiftly and, he reasoned, could therefore be changed easily. He believed strongly, much more so than his predecessors, in the use of the Mesmodildo for mind correction. It so eased compliance with change.Tacey had heard the accusation, must understand the gravity of her disrespect. Jonathan knew it was time and was gratified his thoughts were so in tune with the Bacalum for, at that very moment he knew it was time, the Bacalum raised his staff, a rod of iron surmounted by the bulbous end of a teors worked in silver filigree, and pronounced, “Do.”As one the knights, with both hands, pulled apart their robes disclosing to the single woman their rampant male nakedness beneath: it was the ancient and ritualistic Teorsic Flash. The sight of so many erect organs could have but one effect on Tacey, instinctively, as of a folk memory, she made a low curtsy, the obeisance, to the Teors. Awed, she saw each erect organ was bound in one, two or even three gold rings tightly held by the flesh that had expanded into them. They held their robes apart exposing their tumescent maleness to her, just to her; Jonathan could barely credit the honour being done to Tacey; to have revealed to her, to actually see, one hundred teors at a single time; moreover so beautifully bound in gold and framed by the red robes of the Order. It was breathtaking. She was honoured but awed. Never again, he knew, could she be disrespectful of the teors—not after such an experience under the influence of the Mesmodildo.There was a hush, the chanting ceased, and from his robes Jonathan drew out the wonderful golden Mesmodildo. This time, in the great hall of the Knights of the Teors he fully unsheathed it and it shone in the candlelight, its great pearl drawing all eyes to it, perhaps most of all those eyes already weeping the Second Wonder. Jonathan held it aloft and let his robe slip from him. Completely naked, apart from the leather band around his teors, the three gold rings tightly encircling his shaft and the silver ring around the small toe of his left foot (for reasons lost in the mists of time), he advanced upon Tacey. Her eyes widened and her mouth took on the shape of the Teorsic Circle. A proper expression of respect.But it was not between her lips that the Mesmodildo was destined. She had seen and sucked upon the artefact already but now, to complete the ritual, the great pearl must penetrate between her legs and rise up to touch the very entrance to her womb. The Specto, Combibo and Penetralis must be completed.The idea that Jonathan should kneel before Tacey and make the insertion was clearly misconceived. It would not do for a Knight of the Teors to kneel before a woman however important the ritualistic purpose. It was unthinkable. She would have to be raised. Such a lifting would have the benefit of making the act visible to all the knights; and clearly they would all wish to see the Penetralis. It was a problem long ago faced by the Order and brilliantly solved by Meatus XI, Bacalum 1895-1906, by the use of a ladder.In reality the method was somewhat more complicated than a simple ladder; in essence it was a pair of step ladders placed side by side but on castors. The girl, slipping her garment from her shoulders to the floor, ascended the steps, one foot to each set of steps until she reached the summit; when she was there, one foot set on top of each of the set of steps, the pair were moved apart, gradually widening the gap and causing the girl’s legs to open and splay, allowing the Dildick, or dildo wielder, easy access. The system had since been refined. Initially there were unfortunate and undignified situations where the steps kept moving apart due to the free running castors and the girl did 'the splits’ to an excessive degree and fell to the confusion of the knights below. The developed version ran on rails with stops and the splay could be precisely set so the girl was spread according to her height. To steady her and to ensure she did not tumble she was provided, one to each set of steps, a staff to hold onto; the end result rather like a pair of library steps mounted on rails. Properly set the naked girl would appear above the assembled knights spread-eagled with legs well apart and arms akimbo as her hands grasped the finely carved teors at the ends of the two poles.In the Teorsic Trance, Tacey disrobed and ascended the steps; the knights leaning forward out of interest to see her the better; at the top she grasped the two upright teors surmounting the poles and two raphes carefully moved the steps aside opening her legs until fully spread; Jonathan moved forward and looked upwards. Above him, open and vulnerable was Tacey’s sex, visible not only to him but to the other knights as well. There was a pause for meditation and then Jonathon raised the Mesmodildo higher and higher until the great pearl touched Tacey. The effect was electric. As Jonathan continued to push the great gold teors into Tacey, her body shook as if charged with an electric current whilst the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced shook her body. In her befuddled mind, as the waves of pleasure hit her, all she could focus on were the hundred of gold banded teors. Her desire for them was strong.Beneath her Jonathan rotated the Mesmodildo three times, as required by the ritual, and withdrew holding it high for all to see. The chanting returned, filling the hall.Still experiencing orgasmic aftershocks, Tacey’s eyes focused on the Mesmodildo as she descended the steps. Clearly totally captivated by the sight of the golden teors and its pearl, Jonathan could turn Tacey’s head to the left or right simply by moving the object. He lowered it to his own teors and Tacey followed it down to kneel in front of him. Rotating the Mesmodildo from the vertical to the horizontal he slipped the great rounded head with its pearl into Tacey’s mouth. Within her mouth, he knew, would be the rapid flicking tongue, caressing the smoothness of the pearl imagining it a continuous spurt of male milk to assuage a desperate thirst.Jonathan removed the Mesmodildo and, the ritual complete, turned, reluctantly, to pass it to a waiting knight. As the wonderful object was handed one to the other to be wrapped in its cloth their teors touched with just the faintest metallic sound of gold on gold; again a symbolic act.The Mesmodildo now sheathed, Jonathan knew Tacey would focus on his own teors. He smiled as her tongue flicked around her mouth. She would be desperate now, desperate for the male milk. He spoke and the chamber was hushed.“Repeat after me,” and he spoke the ancient words translated from the Latin so Tacey would understand and obey.Below him Tacey listened in rapt attention her eyes focused on Jonathan’s gold banded teors just inches from her face. She thought she had rarely seen anything so beautiful or desirable with its smooth plum head, sinuous veins and beautiful gold bands—bands that she could see were intricately engraved with intertwined teors.In a quiet voice, not loud as Jonathan’s had been, but gentle and modest as a woman’s voice should be she repeated:“Man is my master;The Teors is strong;I sink to my knees before the Teors;I shall drink from the Teors:Man is my master”The whole chamber was silent, hushed and now waiting for Jonathan. He applied all his years of training and meditation. He so wanted to do the thing; the act that marked a great knight—the spontaneous third wonder of the teors. All eyes were upon him not least Tacey’s as she gazed at his teors; Jonathan moved it closer almost as if he was going to place it in her mouth and let her suck. But that was not his intention. His concentration was intense; beads of sweat appeared on his brow and from his straining teors came the second wonder, a little bubbling pearl of Teorsic Fluid. The Bacalum saw it and nodded; from the knights came a low hum; Tacey’s eyes grew round as she saw the liquid pearl and she wet her lips. She had not, though, received permission to touch or lick however much her desperate desire was to taste and accept the teors into her mouth. Jonathan stared at Tacey’s moving tongue, practising all the meditative technique he could muster; so not wanting to disappoint his companions and disgrace himself, a full member of the Corona; so conscious of the rising sound of the humming knights. And then it came.Without touching, without his own hand or Tacey’s lips so much as brushing it, the Third Wonder came. With a groan Jonathan’s teors began to spout in full view of the company, spurt after creamy spurt crossing the air to land perfectly in Tacey’s waiting mouth. The low hum of the knights reached a crescendo and ceased.Tacey was clearly in ecstasy. Finally she had been permitted to drink the Teorsic Fluid; an ambrosia; she had never realised could be so…; had never thought… had never dreamt could be so wonderful.It was obvious to the company that Tacey’s orgasm had returned.The knights still wonderfully erect and gold banded began to process in their robes held open to display their manhood. An impressive sight as they circled the great hall. A group of seven knights advanced upon the kneeling Tacey and stood in a semi circle before her, folding their arms across their chests, their teors standing proud. Again Tacey was awed as first one then another teors began to stream semen without any manual or oral intervention. Her mouth sought the delicious fluid, her head turning first one way and then another. Two knights accepted defeat and allowed Tacey the honour of assisting the discharge of the Teorsic Fluid, her lips eagerly seeking, her mouth sucking, her tongue assisting as the hot ambrosia slid down her throat and her clitoris tingled like it had never done before.Group after group of knights advanced upon her as the ritual of the Discharge of the Teorsic Fluid continued. Despite her best efforts much of the delicious fluid had not reached her mouth. It dripped from her hair, her chin, her ears, her breasts and covered her body. Her skin tingled like she had never imagined it could and her orgasm went on and on as her senses were overwhelmed.Through the waves of ecstasy, all Tacey could hear around her was the tinkling sound of tens of gold rings falling and bouncing on the marbled floor as in her mind over and over again she kept repeating:“Man is my master;The Teors is strong;I sink to my knees before the Teors;I shall drink from the Teors:Man is my master”Jonathan stood; still the only naked person present other than Tacey, watching the ritual, marvelling at the power of the Teors so graphically wielded by the knights, delighting in the ejaculations and the sensual image of Tacey writhing on her knees under the onslaught. It was an image he would recall later for meditation. He was impressed by Tacey’s stamina for, despite the sustaining beverage she was consuming, her continuous orgasm would be sapping her strength. Soon he knew she must faint—again a right and proper thing in a female—a swoon.Still just conscious Tacey keeled over to lie in a pool of teorsic fluid, her eyes blinking and mouth moving. Jonathan was appalled. She should have swooned properly and completely. She should have been still and unconscious. He quickly signalled and, lifted by six raphes, she was brought to the Bacalum. He would know what was required.The Bacalum’s wise old face looked at the prostrate but still conscious girl and a frown came over his ancient features and then he nodded at Jonathan:“Do.”Jonathan attended him, gently lifting the hat from the end of the Bacalum’s teors. It was a magnificent specimen. No other Knight approached it in size—though a couple of raphe were almost equally endowed and great things were expected of them by the Corona.Once more Tacey’s thighs were separated and her sex exposed. The Bacalum stood ready and Jonathan took the Bacalum’s teors in his hand, marvelling at its girth, strength and length. He held it ready as the two raphes brought Tacey’s sex closer and closer to the great, now hatless, purple head. Tacey’s eyes widened as she saw what was to happen. Her eyes wide at the sight of the great gold banded teors but there was nothing she could do to prevent her approach. The great purple head touched, squashed a little and then impaled Tacey. It was not an easy task; such was the girth of the great fleshly member. Tacey had never felt so stretched and with it came a crashing final orgasm like a firework display and she passed from consciousness—quite swooned away as she should.Jonathan nodded thoughtfully at Tacey’s unconscious body. Once more the great wisdom of the Bacalum had been revealed.In awe, Jonathan turned his head to the Bacalum and bowed. The Bacalum nodded gravely and stepped backwards releasing his teors from the confines of Tacey’s sex so that it bounced upwards and stood impressively vibrating like a tuning fork. Carefully Jonathan replaced the hat upon its end to conclude the ritual. Probably as a result of Tacey’s slipperiness the hat slid slightly to one side at a rather jaunty angle as if it was pleased with what it had done.The Bacalum gazed down at the unconscious girl, and his gaze seemed to rest particularly on her shaved pubis. Jonathan had thought all was done but he was wrong; quite wrong. With a small smile the Bacalum raised his arms and with it released the pent up strength of his own meditation. From the great gold banded teors a magnificent ejaculation took flight drawing a gasp of wonder from the assembled company. The little jaunty bejewelled hat flew right over Tacey and beyond her head to clatter on the marble floor as the Bacalum’s own Teosic Fluid poured in great, strong, creamy spurts the whole length of her body. It was a sight for the knights to remember and feel humble.The ritual was concluded and it was time for Jonathan to take Tacey from the Phallocrypt and return her to the world above, the restless city, a better, wiser, more respectful person. One who would never again mock the teors, one who would be careful to be modest and quiet in the presence of men and a woman possessing, as women should, a secret lust for the Teosic Fluid.Jonathan always felt a great sense of regret when he left the Great Phallocrypt. It was where he felt greatest contentment—a sense of worth and belonging. He looked at the slowly regaining consciousness of Tacey as he prepared her for the return to the world above and sighed. Despite his pleasure, indeed his joy in the Order he would really love to have a girlfriend, a really nice girl, perhaps someone like Tacey. It was a sadness to him that he had never had a girlfriend, even as a teenager; had never had a loving relationship with a girl. He could not understand why.It was news, unwelcome news, news of the most distressing kind. After decades of silence, it now seemed the ancient opponents of the Order were not disbanded, not consigned to history but were once more on the ascendant; the Yin to the Order’s Yang, the Seth to its Jedi: the most detested Dames of the Drenched Digit.The Bacalum looked slowly up and along the walls of his office, at the many, many paintings of his predecessors; all of them seemed to be silently sharing his thoughts; even Henri de Coq who, it was said, came across with the Conqueror, bore a frown on his cropped Norman head. “It will not do,” said the Bacalum.By Drmaxc for Literotica.

A Confidential Advocate - Susan Pulido

From Sparks to Light - Inspiring Stories for Challenging Times

Play Episode Listen Later May 25, 2023 54:49

“Never judge and always believe.” These are the lessons that Susan Pulido learned in her early years as a rape crisis responder. It was in that work that Susan, now a Confidential Advocate at Sonoma State University, found her calling. Awed by the efforts these young victims of sexual trauma made to continue to pursue their education she set out to change a culture that has become all too common on college campuses all across the country. “1 in 4 women will experience sexual violence in their college years,” Susan tells me. “We have an obligation to stand up for one another.” As you listen to this conversation, ask yourself:How can I work to be an ally for those who are victimized or treated unjustly?Where do I need to speak up and challenge the status quo ? How can I cultivate relationships of autonomy and mutual respect?“I have tremendous faith in our young people,” Susan says as she gets ready to retire. “They're going to act up and do what needs to be done.”To learn more about Robert Maggio, the composer of our theme music, please check out his website.To learn more about Suzanne, visit her website. To learn more about the inspiration for this podcast, please check out Suzanne's memoir, Estrellas - Moments of Illumination Along El Camino de SantiagoFollow Suzanne on Social Media Instagram @mamasuzanne Facebook @ Suzanne Maggio author Twitter @ bottomofninth

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April 08, 2023: Awed by God

LLUC Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 14, 2023 29:11

Speaker: Randy Roberts

A Podcast About Catholic Things

Should We Be Scared Of Or Awed By Artificial Intelligence?

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2023 123:55

Should We Be Scared Of Or Awed By Artificial Intelligence? Is It Really Going To Change Things? This week on A Podcast About Catholic Things, Eric (The Ambassador of Common Sense) and Dan (The Ambassador Of Nonsense) discuss AI and the seeming boundless advantages promised by techies--along with the seemingly impending damnation about to come upon us. Should we really be frightened, or awed, by it? In current events, Brazil and China to trade in their own currencies. AUMF repealed. Helicopter crash. Avalanches, mine collapses, and landslides. Vatican repudiates 'discovery doctrine.' High risk storms predicted. Snailfish at 8,300 meters. NASA picks astronauts. Satellite launcher bankrupt. Hatchet attack in Brazil. TikTok bill would empower feds. James O'Keefe still making videos. Dylan Mulvaney can do anything girls can do only better. Sidewalk counselors win free speech challenge. Douglass Mackey convicted of election interference. Schonborn defends his Covid reaction. St. Louis Catholics fighting to stay alive. In the land of nonsense, giant ice circles. Pranksters eat with chopstics. Pranksters steal spoon. Trivia Questions: How long did Jesus roam before ascending?VIEW ON APPLE PODCASTS VIEW ON GOOGLE PODCASTS VIEW ON AMAZON VIEW ON AUDIBLE VIEW ON CASTBOX VIEW ON PODCASTADDICT VIEW ON STITCHER VIEW ON BITCHUTE VIEW ON RUMBLE VIEW ON TUNE-IN VISIT US ON FACEBOOK

Odd and AWED : A mind blowing counter-cultural conversation with anti-capitalist agents of the Divine Feminine & badass word witch authors, Amy Torak and Risa Dickens

The WitchHunt Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 5, 2023 82:39

Welcome to Episode 32, part 2 of Odd and Awed : A mind blowing counter-cultural conversation with anti-capitalist agents of the Divine Feminine & badass word witch authors, Amy Torak and Risa Dickens. In this second part of this interview with Amy and Risa, we dive into some of the topics that weave their way through their books New Moon Magic: 13 Anti-Capitalist Tools for Resistance and Re-enchantment (coming out in September 2023), and Missing Witches: Reclaiming True Histories of Feminist Magic — one of my all time favorite books on witches. Just to give you a taste of the juiciness… We talk about the complex historical relationship between science and magic, including the politics of science that matters, and how Witches were actually the first real scientists. We talk about the dysfunctionality of the global economic system and its' lack of learning from nature's lessons on the critical importance of diversity and balance. We talk about indigenous knowledge, the difference between reconciliation and reparation for indigenous peoples as well as the problem — and potential — of white guilt. If you're curious about radically expanding your perspective and tuning into a much needed intersectional take on everything witch-related, then brew your tea and set aside a good delicious hour to listen to this mind expanding episode. xx Alex More about Amy and Risa Risa Dickens and Amy Torok are the co-authors of New Moon Magic: 13 Anti-Capitalist Tools for Resistance and Re-enchantment September 2023, and Missing Witches: Reclaiming True Histories of Feminist Magic, March 2021. BUST magazine wrote “Dickens and Torok teach us what it means to create art, engage in activism, and exist at the intersection of witchcraft and feminism.” Find their books, podcast, zine and coven at MissingWitches.com And a few of those intersectional feminist resources mentioned: God is a Black Woman by Christena Cleveland Spells, Ceremonies & Magic by Migene González-Wippler Decolonization is for Everyone by Nikki Sanchez (YouTube video)

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Epiphany 5A | 1 Corinthians 2:1-16

The A Plain Account Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 31, 2023 43:02

Epiphany 5A | 1 Corinthians 2:1-12(13-16) Our texts this week are here Our prayer this week: “You Are Known in Hiddenness” from Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth by Walter Brueggemann Read more about housing inequality and red-lining and the racial wealth gap. For a more indepth look at the powers and principalities, see Campbell's book The Word Before the Powers and his commentary on 1 Corinthians in the Belief series. Join us on Patreon! www.patreon.com/aplainaccount Browse our curated booklists! Purchasing through this affiliate link generates a small commission for us and is a great way to support the show https://bookshop.org/shop/aplainaccount Other resources on our website: commentaries, discipleship, liturgics, music.

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Odd & Awed: A mind blowing counter-cultural conversation with anti-capitalist agents of the Divine Feminine & badass word witch authors, Amy Torak and Risa Dickens

The WitchHunt Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 21, 2023 69:32

Happy first New Moon of 2023! I'm so excited to share this episode with you — it's raw and real and full of fun!   In it I interview the authors of one of the best witchy books I've read — Missing Witches, who happen to be super smart counter-cultural anti-capitalist agents of the divine feminine, Amy Torak and Risa Dickens. Because the share is so incredibly valuable I've decided to share it in 2 parts. In today's airing — part 1 — you'll hear about Amy and Risa's personal experiences as best friend witches. We talk about the magic that brought these witches together, what it was growing up in the 1980s as a “freak”, Divine, the Drag Queen, urban and rural witchcraft, the magic of straight lines and projective geometry and so much more! This is a mind blowing philosophical conversation between 3 witches (I'm including myself in there) — each born in Ontario, Canada and raised (or not so much) by single moms (curious, right?). These incredible women are the real deal my friends and I'm not exaggerating when I say that the episode is going to blow your mind! Enjoy! xx AlexMore about Amy and Risa. Risa Dickens and Amy Torok are the co-authors of New Moon Magic: 13 Anti-Capitalist Tools for Resistance and Re-enchantment September 2023, and Missing Witches: Reclaiming True Histories of Feminist Magic, March 2021. BUST magazine wrote “Dickens and Torok teach us what it means to create art, engage in activism, and exist at the intersection of witchcraft and feminism.” Find their books, podcast, zine and coven at MissingWitches.com

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The vision that awed John

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 20, 2022 41:00

The vision that awed John

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 20, 2022 41:00

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The vision that awed John

Worship on SermonAudio

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 20, 2022 41:00

A new MP3 sermon from Tree of Life Baptist Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: The vision that awed John Speaker: Pastor Terry Bunch Broadcaster: Tree of Life Baptist Church Event: Sunday Service Date: 10/25/2022 Bible: Revelation 1 Length: 41 min.

The vision that awed John

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 20, 2022 41:00

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Where the Sky Begins by Rhys Bowen

Historical Happy Hour

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 30, 2022 42:39

Bestselling author Rhys Bowen is my latest guest to discuss her new novel, Where the Sky Begins. A woman's future is determined by fate and choice in a gripping WWII novel about danger, triumph, and second chances by the New York Times bestselling author of The Venice Sketchbook and The Tuscan Child.London, 1940. Bombs fall and Josie Banks's world crumbles around her. Her overbearing husband, Stan, is unreachable, called to service. Her home, a ruin of rubble and ash. Josie's beloved tearoom boss has been killed, and Josie herself is injured, with nothing left and nowhere to go.Evacuated to the English countryside, Josie ends up at the estate of the aristocratic Miss Harcourt, a reluctant host to the survivors of the Blitz. Awed as she is by the magnificent landscape, Josie sees opportunity. Josie convinces Miss Harcourt to let her open a humble tea shop, seeing it as a chance for everyone to begin again. When Josie meets Mike Johnson, a handsome Canadian pilot stationed at a neighboring bomber base, a growing intimacy brings her an inner peace she's never felt before. Then Stan returns from the war.Now a threat looms larger than anyone imagined. And a dangerous secret is about to upend Josie's life again. Her newfound courage will be put to the test if she is to emerge, like a survivor, triumphant.

#104: Cobblers Awed!

1912 Exiles

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 30, 2022 14:04

Three games into the new era: five points, two clean sheets and unbeaten. We'd all have settled for that, wouldn't we?Ed catches up with a County legend - "Phil in Northampton", who tells us about adopting Newport as his team, following from afar, and how we looked during the draw at Sixfields. If, like Phil, you're at an away game and want to tell us about it then drop us a line via Twitter, Facebook or LinkedIn and we'd love to speak to you.We'll possibly be back later in the week to preview the FA Cup game against Colchester and League Cup game at Leicester, depending on factors!Support the show

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The vision that awed John

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 25, 2022 41:29

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First Native American woman in space awed by Mother Earth

AP Audio Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 19, 2022 1:00

AP correspondent Ed Donahue on Native American Astronaut

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Episode 227: The Deliberate Gospel

Burke Community Church

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 2, 2022 32:22

Awed. Humbled. Transformed. There are so many ways to describe the impact that the Gospel of Jesus Christ has on us, and even more amazing is how far God would go to make a difference is us right where we are. Join Pastor Alec Zacaroli as we dive into The Deliberate Gospel.

Awed and Shocked

J&J Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 3, 2022 30:57

Warriors fans were amazed at at the early display put on by Steph Curry, but shocked by and amazing 4th quarter by the Boston Celtics.

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The Mighty Power of Awed

Storyline Adventist Church

Play Episode Listen Later May 14, 2022 25:06

God tells us to stand in awe of Him. And this is right, for He is God, the illimitable, unfathomable Creator and Sustainer of all that is. Worshiping Him, we take a shape for which He ingeniously designed us, availing ourselves of the global health benefits of syncing with that design. This message will shine a light on the awesomeness of awe.

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The Mighty Power of Awed

Storyline Adventist Church

Play Episode Listen Later May 14, 2022 25:06

God tells us to stand in awe of Him. And this is right, for He is God, the illimitable, unfathomable Creator and Sustainer of all that is. Worshiping Him, we take a shape for which He ingeniously designed us, availing ourselves of the global health benefits of syncing with that design. This message will shine a light on the awesomeness of awe.

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The Mighty Power of Awed

Storyline Church (Video)

Play Episode Listen Later May 14, 2022 25:06

God tells us to stand in awe of Him. And this is right, for He is God, the illimitable, unfathomable Creator and Sustainer of all that is. Worshiping Him, we take a shape for which He ingeniously designed us, availing ourselves of the global health benefits of syncing with that design. This message will shine a light on the awesomeness of awe.

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Easter 3C | Acts 9:1-20

The A Plain Account Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 26, 2022 37:57

Our texts this week are here Our prayer for this week is “Not Held” by Walter Brueggeman, from the collection Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth We highly recommend the book Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson Pádraig Ó Tuama reflects on Ilya Kaminsky's poem, “We Lived Happily During War” in this episode of Poetry Unbound We'll be spending the Easter season in the book of Acts. Between Megan & Alicia, we will be reading from several Acts commentaries. Commentaries mentioned – Acts by Willie Jennings (Belief: A Theological Commentary on the Bible) The NBBC Acts commentary by Richard P. Thompson Acts For Everyone by N. T. Wright Acts by Beverly Gaventa. (Abingdon New Testament Commentaries) Other resources on our website: commentaries, discipleship, liturgics, music.

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Genesis 28 Explained | Journey 3 Day 29

Through the Word

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 21, 2022 9:00

Genesis 28: If God Will Be With Me... | Jacob flees to his Mother's family to hide from his brother, and meets God along the way. Awed, Jacob commits himself to the Lord.Journey 3 | Foundations. Our third journey brings us to back to the foundations of the faith, and delivers some of the greatest stories and characters in the Bible. Genesis recounts the back story for all mankind and begins God's plan for redemption. Daniel presents phenomenal prophecies and the big picture of God's Kingdom, and Romans lays out the heart of the gospel with powerful answers to tough questions. This is Foundations. (84 days)Teacher: Kris LanghamAbout TTW: When the Bible is confusing, Through the Word explains it with clear and concise audio guides for every chapter. The TTW Podcast follows 19 Journeys covering every book and chapter in the Bible. Each journey is an epic adventure through several Bible books, as your favorite pastors explain each chapter with clear explanation and insightful application. Understand the Bible in just ten minutes a day, and join us for all 19 Journeys on the TTW podcast or TTW app!Get the App: https://throughtheword.orgContact: https://throughtheword.org/contactDonate: https://throughtheword.org/givingGenesis 28 Themes: Jacob's ladder, God with us, covenant, Jacob, dreamGenesis 28 Tags: gate to heaven, heaven's gate, I am with you, if God will be with me, journey, Bethel, house of God, God of your father, stairway to heaven, Zeppelin, Jacob's dream, tithe, tenth, Jacob flees, lonely, alone, blessing, Esau, covenant, descendants, landKey Verses: Quotes: Audio & Text © 2011-2021 Through the Word™ Inc. All rights reserved worldwide.Bible Quotes: The Holy Bible New International Version® NIV® Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission of Biblica, Inc.® All rights reserved worldwide.

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Lent 3 C | Isaiah 55:1-9

The A Plain Account Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 15, 2022 38:50

Our texts this week are here. Our prayer for this week is here: “Revise our taking” from Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth by Walter Brueggemann Other resources on our website: commentaries, discipleship, liturgics, music. Check out the Lenten Devotional! N4CC: How to Eat Together as a Church Walter Brueggemann writes about the geography of imagination in Israel's Praise and how imagination must come before implementation in The Prophetic Imagination. “Isaiah offers us hope that is grounded, but not limited.” -Rev. Aaron Moschitto

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Episode 84: Gone Fishing! Jesus calls Peter and his partners from fishing for fish to fishing for men. He also calls us ...

Faith Unscripted with Pastor Rich Hasselbach

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 10, 2022 17:17

Exhausted after a night of fishing and coming up empty, Peter and his partners were ashore, cleaning their nets and looking forward to a good night's sleep. After preaching to a crowd by the lakeshore, Jesus told Peter to sail to deep waters and put out those newly cleaned nets. Against his better judgment, since he and his companions had fished all night and come up empty, Peter did as Jesus suggested and hauled in a miraculously abundant catch. Awed and afraid in the presence of the Holy, Peter acknowledges his sinfulness. "Do not be afraid," Jesus told him, "from now on, you will be fishing for men," At once, Peter left everything to follow Jesus. Jesus calls us, as he called Peter, to leave worldliness behind, follow Him, and go fishing!

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Awed by God

Image Church

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 9, 2022 46:23