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Rejoice! The long wait is over! Your prayers have been answered! The seventh Funkypantz mix is here! Donations, Merchandise, Newsletter, more: https://www.groovelectric.com Podrunner: Workout Music mixes: https://www.podrunner.com PLAYLIST 01. Laurie Anderson - Amelia Interview 02. Funky Destination - The Inside Man (Valique Boogie Tech remix) 03. Trotter - Kingstown 04. Pecoe - Get the Funk 05. Prosper, Stabfinger - Popping the Clutch (Instrumental) 06. Baxsta - Wish (Pecoe Remix) 07. Flevans - Get to It 08. Pecoe, Boydex - Go 09. Pecoe - Girls that Go Boom 10. Ministry of Funk - More Funk 11. Me & My Toothbrush - Spirits (Extended Mix) 12. Eldar Stuff, Kathryn Sax - The Man with the Red Face 13. Awoke, Qdup - Wild Things (Kenny Beeper Remix) 14. Krafty Kuts - Powerlord 15. Opiuo, Mood Swing & Chevy Bass - No Parking 16. Stabfinger - The Prophet 17. Moontricks, The Funk Hunters - Get Up N Go == Please support these artists == Music copyright the respective artists. All other material c2006, 2025 by Steve Boyett. For personal use only. All rights reserved. Any unauthorized copying editing, exhibition, sale, rental, exchange, public performance, or broadcast of this audio is prohibited. No part of Groovelectric or its website and associated content may be used or reproduced in any manner for the purpose of training artificial intelligence technologies or systems.

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I AWOKE before the alarm went off, got up immediately, pulled some sweat togs on, and went directly to my workroom without any coffee, drawn by the guilty pleasure of working on Murder While You Wait. Get full access to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy at peterleroy.substack.com/subscribe

and when I awoke it rained - #4070 (89R73 percent 466 left) by chair house 250204.mp3and when I awoke it rained■2025年の元旦に新しいAI技術に出逢いました。それは動画生成AI。詳細はRunway Gen-3 Alpha Turbo という最近流行の動画生成AIサービスです。◆250129：最近ちょっと大人しいのは、AI動画制作がガチに最高スピードで突っ走っている..

#4070 (89.73% 466 left): Feb. 4 2025: And when I awoke it rained (E.H.Coleridge from Sep. 2, 2024) Today's pure primal piano music here. Happy if this music makes you feel peaceful.. : ) Looking for absolute natural beauty every day for Piano Ten Thousand Leaves. Target number is 4536: This piece may might have good 1/f fluctuation characteristic although I stopped investigating it each piece. ######## Latest Album: 28th SELECTION ALBUM JUST RELEASED ######## "Forest in Moon Light" - the 28th selection album of piano ten thousand leaves youtube: FULL VIDEO with 20 full songs in very high quality sounds https://youtu.be/CwTVgfDHCn4?si=1QktmBR1FEGA-tQH spotify https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/album/1RxJBVCU5vdt5O6kGUMbnv?si=hLjW3kbTThegEBOjgTHUbw appleMusic https://music.apple.com/jp/album/forest-in-moon-light/1773383143 amazonMusic https://amazon.co.jp/music/player/albums/B0DJVSVF5K?marketplaceId=A1VC38T7YXB528&musicTerritory=JP&ref=dm_sh_V1XCbECO4uUYzRVs8apKAEEBl all music streaming services: https://linkco.re/SYNa3ueY?lang=en

I AWOKE feeling much better, even optimistic. I had slept the night through for the first time in weeks. . . . Get full access to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy at peterleroy.substack.com/subscribe

the evening-star and once when he awoke - #4043 (89R13 pc 493 left) by chair house 250108.mp3the evening-star and once when he awoke■2025年の元旦に新しいAI技術に出逢いました。それは動画生成AI。詳細はRunway Gen-3 Alpha Turbo という最近流行の動画生成AIサービスです。〓250107: 数日間の研究の中で、様々な自分..

#4043 (89.13% 493 left): Jan. 8 2025: The evening-star and once when he awoke (E.H.Coleridge from Sep. 2, 2024) Today's pure primal piano music here. Happy if this music makes you feel peaceful.. : ) Looking for absolute natural beauty every day for Piano Ten Thousand Leaves. Target number is 4536: This piece may might have good 1/f fluctuation characteristic although I stopped investigating it each piece. CONTENT: daily "Piano Ten Thousand Leaves" movie Youtube PLAYLIST https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLIo6A8vorVT3q25jUK8Jr3v0nIloQAf3x New Content: daily "Piano Ten Thousand Leaves" Movie here. https://youtu.be/jDvDBZKYOLA?si=hr_5i6HTaCu06WJ6 ********** My new message: "Does it make sense to preserve it for 1000 years? Today's cover ART is created by #Midjourney (Art Generating #AI), according to my wish. Happy if you like it. spotify playlist 18 hours 449 songs, makes you fully relaxed. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0RCxA8SaySzoFzpQmTCLfo?si=92c44191513340ff Recent My Weekly Video Magazine of piano ten thousand leaves https://youtu.be/yCCufZCMnDQ?si=pLt98vOleJcioH-m Weekly Piano Ten Thousand Leaves Magazine ; super beautiful video .. https://youtu.be/nn5_M4Nrvhg?si=N7hL_xrnDqc46si_ ====== Piano Ten Thousand Leaves - Tweets Creation Note: An epic story of wandering music creation https://a.co/d/0RN78Ga ( 1.36US$ #amazon #kindle, #Paperback also available: 20.11US$) ====== I'm now making Archive site of Piano Ten Thousand Leaves project by utilizing #wordpress. Basically nice direction I've already gotten.. : ) Currently 1100 pieces already achieved. But this week I need to do something else, so I'm going to stop this task for a bit. ######## NEW 28th SELECTION ALBUM JUST RELEASED ######## "Forest in Moon Light" - the 28th selection album of piano ten thousand leaves youtube: FULL VIDEO with 20 full songs in very high quality sounds https://youtu.be/CwTVgfDHCn4?si=1QktmBR1FEGA-tQH spotify https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/album/1RxJBVCU5vdt5O6kGUMbnv?si=hLjW3kbTThegEBOjgTHUbw appleMusic https://music.apple.com/jp/album/forest-in-moon-light/1773383143 amazonMusic https://amazon.co.jp/music/player/albums/B0DJVSVF5K?marketplaceId=A1VC38T7YXB528&musicTerritory=JP&ref=dm_sh_V1XCbECO4uUYzRVs8apKAEEBl all music streaming services: https://linkco.re/SYNa3ueY?lang=en

We Engineered Gravity On The Moon. It Awoke A Cosmic Force | Sci-Fi Creepypasta Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

**yawn** Oh, there you are, dear listeners. You seemed to have caught me at a moment of residual drowsiness while experiencing my peacefully calm awakening. Give me just a second to open the curtains to let a sliver of morning light into my hovering capsule as I prepare a warm cup of coffee to thaw out my still-wandering grey matter. Would you like coffee, tea, hot chocolate? Name it, and I'll prepare it for you so that our morning routine of our minds slowly blossoming into the day is met with success and gratitude. If you'll allow, I'd love to drop a coin into the cosmic jukebox to get a jingle going. I have just the one. It's a lullaby wrapped in the stars and delivered softly to the transmission tower that beams radiant solace in the form of aural sugar.  Today, as we climb skyward, you will notice the fog in our minds will give way to clouds that form familiar figures that only our individual imaginations can decipher. These clouds are multi-purpose in that they also form pillowy soft foundations that help us prepare for witnessing the splendor of Mother Earth coming around. Once the sky begins to awake, cherish the moments of viewing blissful colors in the sky, hearing the sounds of earthly gears beginning to rotate, and seeing life flourish once again. This phenomenon happens daily, but every time it's like the first. Bask in the glow that rains down from above, and realize the fortunes you have to be given allow you this luxury. Take time to reflect upon those who are not with us and no longer have this awakening luxury. In their honor, celebrate an appreciation for them that they impressed upon your memory with peaceful reverence.  Seeing the sun rising and setting is a commemorative episode, one which we should celebrate. You old boy Tonepoet is here to hang out with you in the cloud chamber during this event. Mentally bathe yourself in the rich light that the heavens have delivered to you. This is a nectar of renewal, so lather up, rinse, and repeat. Unify with the peaceful envelope of optimism, hope, and emanate good will to one another. Yes, I'm a hippie today. It would be remiss of me not to mention this episode's esteemed co-captain on the voyage who happens to be one of my all-time favorite artists: HIDDEN SKY. Hidden Sky soared up from the land down under and boasts an impressive vault of sonic poetry. I own every Hidden Sky release, I'd be a fool not to, and I did my best to insert his music throughout the mix. Pay Hidden Sky a visit and show the love. Peace. Turn on, tune in, awaken... https://www.tonepoet-music.com https://www.facebook.com/tonepoetmusic TRACK LISTING “Station ID” by Hidden Sky from Spoken Words (Start Time: 00:00)  “Waking Up” by Hidden Sky from 오 o (Start Time: 00:12) “Air (Album Version) (Excerpt)” by Rae-Yen Song and Tommy Perman from ○ squigoda song cycle ● water​~​land​~​air ○ (Start Time: 02:56) “Paul Simon” by Hidden Sky from Paul Simon (Start Time: 05:32) “Bedtime Voices (Excerpt)” by Carl Lord from Sacred (Start Time: 11:05) “Quiet Till Noon” by Daniel Vickers & Sergio Mariani from New Dawn (Start Time: 12:48) “II. First Light” by David Stoddard from Evolve (Start Time: 14:48) “Blue Steel” by Daniel Lanois from myndstream Collection Volume 1 (Start Time: 21:14) “Stellar Clouds” by Ancient Astronaut from New Chapters (Start Time: 23:52) “Blossom” by Chandeliers from Music for Disappearing (Start Time: 27:03) “Horizon” by Fields We Found from Distance (Start Time: 31:12) “Day 56 (Slow Strings)” by Hidden Sky from Sketches II (Start Time: 35:20) “day” by Hidden Sky from Waking Life (Start Time: 36:51) “Remembering Me” by IDRA from Resonant Bodies, Anticipated Memories (Start Time: 37:39) “Boy” by Jónsi & Alex Somers from Lost and Found (Start Time: 41:35) “Ginkgoaceae” by Y from Y (Start Time: 46:44) “Sands” by Will Patman from Piano for Bedtime (Start Time: 49:08) “Lately” by Hidden Sky from Reverie (Start Time: 50:17) “DAY IV - Taking A Walk By The River” by Fallen from Of Memories And Hopes (Start Time: 56:39)

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EVEN MORE about this episode!In this powerful and transformative conversation with Alysa Rushton, we uncover her extraordinary journey from battling multiple autoimmune diseases and chronic illness, caused by the relentless pressure of a high-stress corporate life, to embracing vibrant health through holistic healing. Alysa shares the life-changing moment of her near-death experience and spiritual awakening, where she unlocked incredible new abilities and a profound understanding of mind-body healing.We dive deep into the intense emotional and physical pain she endured, as well as the impact of family addiction patterns on her health struggles. But through sheer determination and the transformative power of affirmations, visualization, and frequency medicine, Alysa found her way to recovery. With guidance from mentors she discovered the healing potential of brainwave frequencies, nutrition, and energy medicine.Her journey is filled with pivotal moments—overcoming addiction, shifting her diet, and unlocking extrasensory abilities—that highlight the incredible resilience of the human spirit. We also explore the interconnectedness of all living things, the Earth's rising frequencies, and how raising your own vibration can lead to profound healing.Alysa's story is not just inspirational—it's a roadmap to transformation. Filled with practical tips, this episode is bursting with insights that could completely change your life and health in ways you never thought possible. Don't miss it!Guest Biography:Alysa Rushton, known as the “Divine Superpowers Activator,” is a near-death survivor and energy intuitive who is regarded as one of the most innovative thought leaders in conscious life creation and ascension. She founded the Internationally Accredited Divine Light Energy Healers Academy, where she teaches the healing methods she learned during her near-death experience to coaches, healers, and entrepreneurs.Alysa has inspired thousands of people worldwide—light leaders, students, clients, and listeners—to embrace their true identity as beings of divine light and activate their inner superpowers. When she's not teaching or speaking at international events, she enjoys swimming with sea turtles near her home in Hawaii or hiking the mountains in Arizona, her second home.Episode Chapters:(0:00:01) - Near-Death Experience and Healing Frequencies(0:15:46) - Addiction, Near-Death Experience, and Recovery(0:23:04) - Family Lineage of Addiction Patterns(0:26:33) - Healing Through Affirmations and Nutrition(0:31:56) - Enhancing Extrasensory Perception and Healing(0:46:37) - Frequency Shifts and Spiritual Evolution(0:54:42) - Frequency Healing and Visualization Techniques(1:00:55) - Healing Power of Frequency MedicinePlease join Julie next week with your question.Thursdays at 8pm ET, 7pm CT, 5pm PT.https://askjulieryanshow.comAnd, please leave a five-star review and subscribe so you can hear all the new episodes.Sponsors & RecommendationsDisclaimer: This show is for informational purposes only. It is not intended to be medical, psychological, financial or legal advice. Please contact a licensed professional. The Ask Julie Ryan show, Julie Ryan, and all parties involved in producing, recording and distributing it assume no responsibility for listener's actions based on any information heard on this or any Ask Julie Ryan shows or podcasts.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Stories in this episode:  3 Hour Stare | SmokingInTheAlley (0:40) Never Going to That Lake Alone Again | throwawaythekey19 (11:39)  Awoke to My Mother Screaming. | pokemomof03 (18:43)  I'll Never Leave the Apartment Door Unlocked Again | Oddly_Moist (23:47)  My campfire story. | mndcndy172 (29:56)  Mom's Crazy Stalker | nomad65555 (35:43)  He Thought I Was Alone | toothpastenachos (41:01)  My Dog Sensed Something About My Daughter's Friend | tharealmouse (44:16)  He Tried to Get in My Car | stupidshitposter4 (49:17)  Where Is Henrietta? | Proverbs2beauty (53:12)  Extended Patreon Content:  Mo-Hell 6 | Ivonne Broken Phone Nightmare | PJ Mystery Man | ASilentAngel Hollywood Blvd | Lusi A Very Bizarre Easter | Sylvia Due to periodic changes in ad placement, time stamps are estimates and are not always accurate. Upcoming LNM Live Tour Dates: 9/19/24 - Salt Lake City, UT @ Metro Music Hall: GET YOUR TICKETS 10/09/24 - Seattle, WA @ The Triple Door: GET YOUR TICKETS 10/30/24 - Portland, OR @ Show Bar: GET YOUR TICKETS 11/09/24 - Houston, TX @ The Secret Group: GET YOUR TICKETS 11/10/24 - Dallas, TX @ Deep Ellum Art Co: GET YOUR TICKETS Follow: - Twitch - https://twitch.tv/crypticcounty - Website - https://letsnotmeetpodcast.com/ - Patreon - https://patreon.com/letsnotmeetpodcast - Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/letsnotmeetcast/ - TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@crypticcounty Check out the other Cryptic County podcasts like Odd Trails, Cryptic Encounters, and the Old Time Radiocast at CrypticCountyPodcasts.com or wherever you get your podcasts!    Get access to extended, ad-free episodes of Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast with bonus stories every week at a higher bitrate along with a bunch of other great exclusive material and merch at patreon.com/letsnotmeetpodcast. This podcast would not be possible to continue at this rate without the help of the support of the legendary LNM Patrons. Come join the family! All of the stories you've heard this week were narrated and produced with the permission of their respective authors. Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast is not associated with Reddit or any other message boards online. To submit your story to the show, send it to letsnotmeetstories@gmail.com.     Your listens Get results you can run your fingers through! For a limited time, Nutrafol is offering our listeners ten dollars off your first month's subscription and free shipping when you go to Nutrafol.com and enter the promo code MEET Get more done with Grammarly. Download Grammarly for FREE at grammarly.com/PODCAST

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In light of the Trump verdict, thousands of people have realized the sham that is our justice system. Did the Democrats just make the biggest possible mistake? Charlie is joined by Will Scharf and David Sacks to unpack more of the details.Support the show: http://www.charliekirk.com/supportSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In light of the Trump verdict, thousands of people have realized the sham that is our justice system. Did the Democrats just make the biggest possible mistake? Charlie is joined by Will Scharf and David Sacks to unpack more of the details.Support the show: http://www.charliekirk.com/supportSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hello beautiful souls! Angel stories don't always happen all at once or in one day. Sometimes an angel story builds upon itself, one story after another. But when you combine them, these stories make one bigger, more grand angel story. That's what happened to our guest today.    I'd LOVE to share YOUR angel story on the show! If you have an angel story you'd like to share, we'd love to have you on the show! Visit theangelmedium.com and use the contact form to submit your story!   Click HERE to watch this episode on YouTube. Click HERE to read a transcript of this episode. ++++++++++   I'm hosting my first-ever in-person events at Oak Brook, Illinois! I can't wait to see you there. Angel Reiki School June 1 and 2, 2024 (early bird pricing expires May 10) Learn more at TheAngelMedium.com/Get-Certified Spiritual Retreat on October 4 - 6, 2024. Learn more at TheAngelMedium.com/Retreat   Thank you for listening to the Angels and Awakening podcast! Post about today's episode on your social media accounts and tag us @angelpodcast. We couldn't do it without your support. Every purchase and donation helps us run our podcasts and the World's Largest Prayer Network. Thank you! WORK WITH JULIE Angel Membership: https://theangelmedium.com/angelmembership Angel Reiki School: https://theangelmedium.com/get-certified Book A Session: https://theangelmedium.com/readings Buy Julie's Book, Angels and Awakening, on Amazon.com Don't know where to start? Book a discovery call with Julie: https://calendly.com/juliejancius/discovery-call   FREEBIES Angel Newsletter: www.theangelmedium.com Angels and Awakening Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/angels-and-awakening/id1451424894 World's Largest Prayer Network: https://www.worldslargestprayernetwork.com/ Intuitive Kids Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/podcast/id1650866422   SOCIAL MEDIA Watch out for scammers who impersonate Julie's accounts. Julie will never DM you for a session. All purchases go through www.theangelmedium.com. Instagram: http://instagram.com/angelpodcast/   TikTok: @angelpodcast  Facebook Group: http://facebook.com/groups/angelpodcast  YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/juliejancius   DRAWING WINNER Leave a 5-star positive review of this show or Julie's book, to be entered into a drawing to win a free session: https://theangelmedium.com/gift

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It's Sleep Awareness Week, and today we're talking about the part of sleep people usually like the least: the part where the alarm clock wakes us up. Or, in the time before alarm clocks, the part where the local "knocker-up" pounded on the doors to get people out of bed. Plus: the story of how rock singer Bret Michaels asked to adopt a huskie named Bret Michaels. A 2,000-Year History of Alarm Clocks (Atlas Obscura) Musician Bret Michaels to adopt dog who saved kitten's life (3 News Now) Now is the time to support our show on Patreon --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/coolweirdawesome/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/coolweirdawesome/support

We Awoke Something Ancient In The Ice. Its Revival Could End Us All | Sci-Fi Creepypasta Story

A year ago to the day, communities in Hawke's Bay and Te Tai Rāwhiti woke to carnage. Cyclone Gabrielle swept through the North Island, causing the deaths of eleven people, widespread devastation and communication blackouts which lasted days. Kate Green has the story.

The Bible explains that there truly is such a thing as “the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding” and Cindy Mullins, from Lincoln County, Kentucky, has without-a-doubt-in-her-mind experienced that. Cindy is a wife, a mom, a nurse…and dramatically and unexpectedly has lost both her legs and hands. “I can't put my own Chapstick on,” is one of the simple things she is no longer able to do. What happened?

The Bible explains that there truly is such a thing as “the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding” and Cindy Mullins, from Lincoln County, Kentucky, has without-a-doubt-in-her-mind experienced that. Cindy is a wife, a mom, a nurse…and dramatically and unexpectedly has lost both her legs and hands. “I can't put my own Chapstick on,” is one of the simple things she is no longer able to do. What happened?

Today's slow drag is with “The Man You Love to Hate,” from “The Boy Named If,” released in 2022. The songwriting is credited to Elvis Costello. . . . Show Notes: Appreciation written, produced, and narrated by Remedy Robinson, MA/MFA Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/slow_drag_remedy/ Bluesky Social: https://bsky.app/profile/indoorfirewords.bsky.social Email: slowdragwithremedy@gmail.com   Transcription: https://slowdragwithremedy.weebly.com Podcast music by https://www.fesliyanstudios.com Rate this Podcast: https://ratethispodcast.com/slowdrag   References: Elvis Costello Wiki Resource, “The Man You Love to Hate” https://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/index.php?title=The_Man_You_Love_To_Hate “The Man You Love to Hate” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZU9b4NOQBQ Purchase “The Most Terrible Time in My Life…Ends Thursday” Listen to the audiobook for free at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kq7n1pN8D1Y   "The Man You Love to Hate" Lyrics  I went to a theatre on Silhouette Street It had a taste of decay, and a scent of defeat All of the patrons in the pews were people that I'd killed or used The actors on the stage were equally skilled The players took turns in lighting the fuse One of them said "Now you must choose"   A man of infamy or ill-repute And that's the one that we will execute   None of that mob had turned up late They said, "You'd better concentrate” So, start the show, 'cos we can't wait for The Man You Love to Hate   All of the patrons sitting on pews Were the shades of the ghosts of the once accused There was music that dragged in line and word Not a penny was spent, or a conscience was spared The hero's motives were never in doubt We laughed at the speeches that he would spout Suddenly there arose a shout   Confessions simply tumbled out And marriage vows, that someone mumbled about   None of that mob had turned up late They said, "You'd better concentrate” So, start the show, 'cos we can't wait for The Man You Love to Hate   The closing act The first one billed Into the limelight thrilled   The tale of a ship lured onto the rocks under The cover of darkness, the hold was plundered My mouth was parched my eyes red-rimmed My false light shone  And my ghost light dimmed   I went to a house on Silhouette Street Where I lived once and died once more Awoke a woman I once adored Her husband came to the door In a masquerade of dignity He said, "I'm pleased to meet you but you don't know me" She took my money and handed me the key   The number on the fob was "999"  She whispered that's your room and this is mine But that's a chamber that you can't afford It's one door down, next to the Emergency Ward   None of that mob had turned up late They said, "You'd better concentrate” So, start the show, 'cos we can't wait for The Man You Love to Hate The Man You Love to Hate   I'm a one party state The Man You Love to Hate  The girl you used to care for Without a why or wherefore The country that I loved Is just a problem to solve Until we all disintegrate before The Man You Love to Hate

In this Christmas sermon by Pastor Chris, he reflects on the 200th anniversary of the publishing of "A Visit from St. Nicholas" and shares a Christian parody inspired by the famous poem. The sermon presents a modern retelling of the night before Christmas, where the narrator experiences an unexpected encounter with a scene reminiscent of the nativity. The story unfolds as the narrator discovers a group of people and animals gathered around a newborn baby under the Christmas tree. The baby is identified as the Christ Child, and the narrator is profoundly moved by the experience. The sermon emphasizes the transformative power of encountering Jesus, the Savior, and highlights the true meaning of Christmas – the gift of new life and forgiveness through Christ. Pastor Chris encourages the audience to seek a personal relationship with Jesus and to embrace the real significance of the Christmas season.

Our listener Verity got in touch to share their experience with an Angelic being, and we learn more about the angels that are around us. Have you had a paranormal experience? Get in touch at contact@paranormalactivitypod.co.uk----A Create Podcast Become a member at https://plus.acast.com/s/paranormal-activity-with-yvette-fielding. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Nearly one full week after Hamas terrorists attacked Israel and sparked a new war, Canadian politicians and institutions have had plenty of time to react, respond with statements and join solidarity rallies. For the most part, support for Israel has been unilateral. But, as always, there are exceptions, mostly—in this case—from left-wing politicians and organizations who seem to be more focused on talking to each other on social media than to the Jewish community. So with some hindsight into the immediate aftermath of the events, but while we're still thick in the war, Avi and Phoebe analyze the institutional reactions—and also the retractions. Joining us is Brenda Fine, a professor of mathematics and statistics who lives in Vancouver and tweets as @moebius_strip. Credits Bonjour Chai is hosted by Avi Finegold and Phoebe Maltz Bovy. Zachary Kauffman is the producer and editor. Michael Fraiman is the executive producer. Our theme music is by Socalled. The show is a co-production from The Jewish Learning Lab and The CJN, and is distributed by The CJN Podcast Network. Support the show by subscribing to this podcast, donating to The CJN and subscribing to the podcast's Substack.

"This is a remix of the sounds recorded at the Mexico Punta Nizuc reef underwater at night by Heather Spence. For the piece I was aiming for the feeling as you wake up from a good night's sleep." Mexican reef reimagined by Doom Scrolling. Part of the Music for Sleep project - for more information and to hear more sounds from the collection, visit https://citiesandmemory.com/music-for-sleep/

On this week's show:Happy Confucius Day We're number one in underage drinkingMiro will not seek re-electionKinky Summer Soirée Awoke to GunfireMacKenzie Scott Donates $20 Million to Champlain Housing TrustOutdoor Gear Exchange to open in Essex ExperienceState to continue sending incarcerated individuals to Mississippi Pipe Dream? What to do with energy plant?New Vermont VillageNEK is struggling to find driver's ed folks(59:56) Break music: Rivan - “Paper Tabs”https://rivan.bandcamp.com/track/paper-tabs Lyndonville covered bridge hit two times in one dayDespite $2.5M investment, dental therapy program has not yet materialized at Vermont Hey Bub, Citizen Cider's New Light Beer, Brews Trouble With StaffStowe Starbucks  brews up controversyWilliston considers lifting backyard chicken banJudge allows challenge to horse farm search warrantTea shop opens in….Rutland?Gazebo project hits a snag in Rutland(1:44:54) Break music:  Justin Levinson - “Madeline for the Win”https://justinlevinson1.bandcamp.com/album/collamer-circle Scumbag Map17-year-old with a BB gun2 captured in Enosburg Falls armed robbery (wcax.com)Double-shooting suspect pleads not guiltyVSP: Man who tried to light Molotov cocktail committed more crimesVT man with history of disturbances arrested againCafe RisqueDefendant accused of assaulting 8-year-old skips trial as jury waitsFormer president of Dorset library busted with embezzling Kayaker busted with 26 lbs of cocaineMeet Ellie May, therapy dog at BTV10 unhappiest states in the US revealedThanks for listening!Follow us on Facebook: facebook.com/VermontCatchup Follow Matt on twitter: @MatthewBorden4 Contact the show: 24theroadshow@gmail.comIntro/Outro Music by B-Complex

You broke my heart (And the windows on my car) What was all that for? Now you you've started a holy war I've got scars on my arms I might love them a little more I guess you are what you are After all—you're a star I'm bat shit crazy, I'm Blind, so blind and now I'm Hiding in a life I decided I was mine I tried to find you Tried to find the answer Tried to find the time, And now I'm fighting suicide against denial —I still really love your smile I had to know—and so I had to ask; both the ocean, and The Instagram Algorithm—about Dillon Francis—and, to my luck and great dispar, was swiftly answered. Now I could crawl back into my cave of obscurity and begin the elemental essentials to gather and burn all that was left of everything I had written about the the man himself; needing of course to steer clear of nothing now but love—or a lack thereof, as it were. Now I understood that the feelings and emotions tied up in this man were indeed true, beyond real in the sense that I couldn't hold back tears, but with some gentle motion I could sway them into music; needing to shed my skin and escape my nightmarish surroundings, I would need more than a prayer—the universe had been calling me to fast; now I would answer in the only way I could, the fresh and awestruck pain of heartbreak I had knowingly caused myself, the only strain to conquer. I loved him. The running was over with, and the hiding was done for— I had backed myself into a corner; a comfortable wall to curl up in non existence, meanwhile, nothing—because if I could figure that If I did not see it for myself or could not otherwise randomly fathom to imagine, it did not exist, or it could not be. Who are you, To evoke emotion A notation of focus, Awoke in the moment to know, Vote for a hope, Or a rope, just to— —hangglide. What's two hands, What's two fists look like to you? What's two feet, what's two wrists to you—? What's two lips, two blue eyes; In an instant What's to listen to the the tune of you again? “Please Text Back” What is this? Another emotion, Another world we opened, A parallel dimension, Just beside the hell we live in— Exists all of this I'd put it into Ableton, if I was able to; The way you make me move, And what I feel for you— Appealing, if you're real, down to the roots And reel-to-real I feel so stupid— She'll—be everything I asked for him She is—the one I called for hoping She was—my dream inside a dream once; Now, digging my own grave up Just to prove my luck, or something So, to us, it's only justice, undone On the walk to Eden, It was all of us; I reap what I've sown; Nothing comes of nothing Give to get, And live to eat, The answer's “hungry”, If you're asking But no one's asking, ‘And Dillon Francis's is handsome, He had to have known that—‘ I sat at the alter, my ocean And read to her, poetry I wonder for nothing, And want even less, no discussions— Percussion in repercussions, Patterns of claps and hats, happen to manage the panic; Perhaps if I laughed a little, Or loved a little, I'd have sung more loudly as they hung me, From the bungalow windowsill; It's silly how I'd kill myself again for never listening And never listening And never listening —we never kissed, but always met at intersections, when needed; Break bread for breakfast, or brunch, with the Goddess and her Demons Never had I saw or wanted a flying saucer— until I saw two of them, off in the distance With no one on them, But God, I'm honest and stopped it all at once, Just to turn on and tune in, and now I'm the April Fool— It was just an illusion; Another simplistic collision of infinite What was your name again? I'll have to ask my ex— —husband… Cause one time, someone loved me. As it turned out, I held more feelings for the man than I had previously thought, or had motionlessly been in absolute denial of for quite some time; there wasn't another option or subject of distraction—I had been stuck on Dillon Francis, or at least the thought of him, even with the startling lack thereof. I needed to love, but it seemed to be in short supply, at least, for me, no matter where I went or what I did there. Still, while The Instagram Algorithm beckoned me to believe one thing, my intuition conditioned me to comprehend another—there was something deeper within myself and greater outwardly looming over the prénsense of this innate attraction—and though it had all started innocently, it had cascaded and begun to collapse into a avalanche of unhandled business and forgotten circumstances— I was shaken and needed to be restrung in some way that would hold me together, until the easy way out became the hard way; perhaps if I could project into my reality what it was that nature had foretold, I could extend my being beyond that of which seemed to be an end. At least it had been done again, in the severance of the flow of one love, there had to come another—as it's been done in generations through every genre time and time before whichever one this was, mankind had something down to an exact science for once; to withdraw the essence of love from the source of which it comes, leaving one only damaged enough to murmur or hum the would-be some-part, of some-song—if not to be sung, at least strummed out, or at the very least, written as record. Now, though I had lost nearly all ambition, I was entirely filled with enough neglect to become the apathetic, dark and untouchable alchemist I always was—reality back in touch. The final judgement was: I loved Dillon as much as I had loved Sonny, but in another way entirely—so much so, that overall, his happiness above anything to happen was what I wanted—and though I felt I had been ‘Kayla Lauren'd' once more, there was a deeper sense of doubt that with enough creativity, would bring about a world of its own—as if the world that had been created in the infinite “if” of Dillon Francis was large enough by itself to consume an idle mind with even the slightest of combustion; His eyes would drive me wild—and all that I dared to remember of the time we would spend together, is myself becoming lost in them. ‘They are green sometimes'. I loved the grey streaking in his beard, reminding me of what I was, rather than what I had become in the midsts of it—my soul just as ancient as all the love it was made of—and now I had done it not once, but always; decided I could love anything about any one and multiply that into an infinite, undying and unconditional love—which it already was. I'm sorry, God; Or whoever's watching All I wanted was love With the one who would want me; Now I'm a ghost, although something is haunting me Wanted my glass house, but can't throw a rock in it Off in a rocket ship; What was the cost of it? Nod off on a trip, dripping lips on the window A kiss, just an instant to lick up a hit of the acid I missed wishing just as simplisticly To live again I'd end it if, The reason weren't so stupid It's not you, I've just been used too much to do this Overruled: This never happened So I had to laugh I had to laugh I had to laugh I had to laugh I had to love him, only Cause I had to love myself, for a moment The door was open, I went walking in, Then closed it; Only now I'm here alone— At least I own it And I only wanted Love From someone who wanted To love me And I only wanted a hug; But I guess I kind of got it If you want, you know I'll drop it, like the rock fell from my pocket I forgot which one it was I fell in love with, After all, I'm only nothing “It was nothing” It was fun It was another father, son and brother; Oh, no wonder— Life is so wonderful Falling in love with the digital runoff Of someone with all of it Everything I ever wanted Everything I was, and wasn't Just to front the cost, Just never good enough To come of One, again All I wanted was love From the one who wanted to love me; Now all I got is— A closet full of skeletons, A cause of death, And a hot topic, If this is Martyrdom ‘This is what happens when you dare to dream, then stop believing in it; you become caught between worlds in the catastrophic maelstrom between the world of the living, and the shattered reality you once called your dream' now I wanted nothing more than a clean bed and a hot shower; a place to call home—I was so far stretched out beyond my comfort zone that again the thought of an instant means to an end became again, a pressing and dire need— I had only scratched the surface here and there and never had begun to break the ice—but anything I had said or done now may as well have been inscribed in stone, everything was temporary, but just fully so, it was also permanent. The looming answer was truly, that either way, I was right—either the slip in my stream of consciousness with Dillon had vanished as he began to keep the company of another more presently—just as in my early premonitions with Sonny had foretold of Kayla Lauren not too long before I would become aware of her—that my dream of Dillon in the presiding weeks accompanied by a dazzling readhead, the inspiration for “Chelsea, Chelsea!” Whispered a daunting truth; that as I suspected, anything or anyone I cared to love would be taken from me promptly; and though in the months since the literal tripping and falling into love with such a character, I had tirelessly worked to remove the romanticism and passion that had pent up within, pushing down and toiling away with the notion of a reality where, after all, my King to be had been all along, Dillon Francis. Though with a vital and vivid sense of intuition I had seen it all, I presumed it was nothing more than a flash of whimsical and innocent fantasy, admirable to those with an eye for love; a spark for my creation, which had been diminished—or so I thought. I couldn't help but feel a fool, and baffled myself that indeed, I was in tears—because of Dillon Francis. After nearly months of tearless apathy, I had begun to think myself immune to emotion or feeling—surrounded by a slew of reflections and past companions, I had begun to again lose myself to the motion of too much carelessness, my own needs neglected from lack of finances—and seemingly excommunicated from American Society; I began to fall violently out of love with Sonny, as the universe spun me into a web where I was the fly, and the spider tying me was the spitting image of the damningly handsome once-Apple of my eye; not that I had actually lost any of the feeling for him—but, that the feeling itself had changed dramatically from a writhing passion, to a fury tinged with the blood and sweat of sacrifice in exchange for nothing, and the bitterness of genetic competition—Kayla Lauren no longer taking the brunt of my anger, but falling into irrelevance, Sonny himself becoming the poster child for everything I stood to dismiss, in music, and in general— if I were to convict that I hated him, it would only mean stagnancy, in that I still hated myself; however, strikingly, it was not so—i had begun to love myself quite so, that what I hated was the toxic world where all the men I so admired and desired thrived. Sifting through slides of the lives I wanted mine to mimick, a smile was summoned from under the rock I lived in; hiding from any of the repercussions I may have built to arrive just in time to dull my shine if I became too rampantly outward with my intentions—which, by now, were simple, at best—“at best” being limited again, only by what I could see and know. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Please. Give me your iPhone. No! No? (Takes I phone.) Is there a reason you don't want me having this? …no. No? —it's full of stuff. “Stuff.” Yes. It's— “Stuff.” Yes. — —and things. I know. Look. We had a deal. We had no “deal” We had a deal. This train just goes on forever, you know; Whether you're on, or off it— So get off, and back on at the wrong stop Once, if not just for the discovery Of another supermarket, Where you shop for strawberries and Groceries Good flex, God; I got a gang of em I'm gonna explain it as straight as it gets Sometimes, You just got to know where to go If you don't trust your gut, You'll just never get, Never get it right. Alright, alright, I started it Alright, right— I gotta get it right, I gotta get ; I'm the worst at introductions Oh and, So bad at Goodbyes Oh, why'd you have to leave me by my idol Why, Why'd you have to lead me by my eyes By my eyes God, I love the way I love the way, I love the way you Love me God, I love The way you The way you Love me You forgot about me, didn't you? You forgot all about me You forgot all about it— All about it Al about it It's not the same, anymore Since you gave it a name, is it? There's nothing I can do To help me, help you This is all I can do, To help me, love you I have to remove you; I have to remove you In a room— Full of beauty— In a world, Full of woes I lose the last dose of you, on my tongue Nobody ever wanted it, like I do— Like I do I lose the last dose of you on my tongue, And I'm all full of love again; I never saw anything like it, I was a modem, still plugged into the wall An anonymous post partum unremarkable Post-party proclamations and eternal damnation for ordering breakfast Evading transportation authorities Unworried the informant sleeping under me Oh, Now she wants to song— Oh, look— And now, she has a song to sing A point to make, A wrong to ring; The man she brings along Is bad for her Oh, she's gotta work (She loves to work, She's got to work it) What kills her makes her stronger What doesn't kill her makes her stronger All she does is Carry on And Carry on And Carry on. Mrs Sheffield left flushing queens, for this.” Mrs Sheffield left Flushing, Queens, for this?! Mrs Sheffield left Flushing, Queens for this! Mrs, Sheffield! -1flushing queens, fah ‘dis. Very well worth it, I got all the way to broklyn And way beyond my means for this It's well outta my means. It's out of my hands, now. That boy called you “grandpa” How is it all over? When I bet to God I was, Just in your lap at this party, And you were under me slippin on some sort of Lager or Something Weren't you? Yeah, I was just there, too I was just there, too— I was just there, too— Oh, now she has a song… All of a sudden.— But it's not all of a sudden at all It's not all of a sudden There's nothing, is there? Oh, There's something, surely I went to bed late; But I'm getting up early. I see the way he looks at me— —take it easy, baby We could have the whole room waiting Like a stoner at a stop sign My bad, My eyes lie to me All the time Driving me mad Telling me I want you inside me My bad My bad Well, I want you in my bed But I haven't had one yet I'm thinking Purple Mattress; Or is that mids, to you kids Like Timmy ho's Or my mustang civic It's a custom, yeah Nobody has it yet It's a hybrid Like I am —I am a bit off subject, now (My bad) We never had sex in my bathroom (That was your house) I took a mouse to the mountain (My bad) My writing is getting more Acid-centric, Lysergic acid diethylamide; I didn't buy any, But I haven't the need anymore, Really I just wake up like this: That is, when I wake up (I have long nights, kids) My bad I want to see you very briefly Without your briefs, You know what I mean? Me neither— Sexual delinquency in meditated frequencies Repeat this sequence I keep my deepest secrets Where I need it Right up my slime, Where my spleen is— Dreamed it, and I haven't cleaned since (Or dreamed since) In this Endless emission, Ignition sequence begins When The Lean splits Under the blood moon; An eclipse. I drift off a lot— Just thinking of your penis My daydreams are not very safe for the public I think they're X-rated or worse, Even thinking of you as a person, Or worse: As my husband once, as my lover— Lovers have all the fun, anyway Hm All the things that I'd do to you After you put me through— You broke my heart (And the windows on my car) What was all that for? Now you you've started a holy war I've got scars on my arms I might love them a little more I guess you are what you are After all—you're a star I'm bat shit crazy, I'm Blind, so blind and now I'm Hiding in a life I decided I was mine I tried to find you Tried to find the answer Tried to find the time, And now I'm fighting suicide against denial —I still really love your smile I had to know—and so I had to ask; both the ocean, and The Instagram Algorithm—about Dillon Francis—and, to my luck and great dispar, was swiftly answered. Now I could crawl back into my cave of obscurity and begin the elemental essentials to gather and burn all that was left of everything I had written about the the man himself; needing of course to steer clear of nothing now but love—or a lack thereof, as it were. Now I understood that the feelings and emotions tied up in this man were indeed true, beyond real in the sense that I couldn't hold back tears, but with some gentle motion I could sway them into music; needing to shed my skin and escape my nightmarish surroundings, I would need more than a prayer—the universe had been calling me to fast; now I would answer in the only way I could, the fresh and awestruck pain of heartbreak I had knowingly caused myself, the only strain to conquer. I loved him. The running was over with, and the hiding was done for— I had backed myself into a corner; a comfortable wall to curl up in non existence, meanwhile, nothing—because if I could figure that If I did not see it for myself or could not otherwise randomly fathom to imagine, it did not exist, or it could not be. Who are you, To evoke emotion A notation of focus, Awoke in the moment to know, Vote for a hope, Or a rope, just to— —hangglide. What's two hands, What's two fists look like to you? What's two feet, what's two wrists to you—? What's two lips, two blue eyes; In an instant What's to listen to the the tune of you again? “Please Text Back” What is this? Another emotion, Another world we opened, A parallel dimension, Just beside the hell we live in— Exists all of this I'd put it into Ableton, if I was able to; The way you make me move, And what I feel for you— Appealing, if you're real, down to the roots And reel-to-real I feel so stupid— She'll—be everything I asked for him She is—the one I called for hoping She was—my dream inside a dream once; Now, digging my own grave up Just to prove my luck, or something So, to us, it's only justice, undone On the walk to Eden, It was all of us; I reap what I've sown; Nothing comes of nothing Give to get, And live to eat, The answer's “hungry”, If you're asking But no one's asking, ‘And Dillon Francis's is handsome, He had to have known that—‘ I sat at the alter, my ocean And read to her, poetry I wonder for nothing, And want even less, no discussions— Percussion in repercussions, Patterns of claps and hats, happen to manage the panic; Perhaps if I laughed a little, Or loved a little, I'd have sung more loudly as they hung me, From the bungalow windowsill; It's silly how I'd kill myself again for never listening And never listening And never listening —we never kissed, but always met at intersections, when needed; Break bread for breakfast, or brunch, with the Goddess and her Demons Never had I saw or wanted a flying saucer— until I saw two of them, off in the distance With no one on them, But God, I'm honest and stopped it all at once, Just to turn on and tune in, and now I'm the April Fool— It was just an illusion; Another simplistic collision of infinite What was your name again? I'll have to ask my ex— —husband… Cause one time, someone loved me. As it turned out, I held more feelings for the man than I had previously thought, or had motionlessly been in absolute denial of for quite some time; there wasn't another option or subject of distraction—I had been stuck on Dillon Francis, or at least the thought of him, even with the startling lack thereof. I needed to love, but it seemed to be in short supply, at least, for me, no matter where I went or what I did there. Still, while The Instagram Algorithm beckoned me to believe one thing, my intuition conditioned me to comprehend another—there was something deeper within myself and greater outwardly looming over the prénsense of this innate attraction—and though it had all started innocently, it had cascaded and begun to collapse into a avalanche of unhandled business and forgotten circumstances— I was shaken and needed to be restrung in some way that would hold me together, until the easy way out became the hard way; perhaps if I could project into my reality what it was that nature had foretold, I could extend my being beyond that of which seemed to be an end. At least it had been done again, in the severance of the flow of one love, there had to come another—as it's been done in generations through every genre time and time before whichever one this was, mankind had something down to an exact science for once; to withdraw the essence of love from the source of which it comes, leaving one only damaged enough to murmur or hum the would-be some-part, of some-song—if not to be sung, at least strummed out, or at the very least, written as record. Now, though I had lost nearly all ambition, I was entirely filled with enough neglect to become the apathetic, dark and untouchable alchemist I always was—reality back in touch. The final judgement was: I loved Dillon as much as I had loved Sonny, but in another way entirely—so much so, that overall, his happiness above anything to happen was what I wanted—and though I felt I had been ‘Kayla Lauren'd' once more, there was a deeper sense of doubt that with enough creativity, would bring about a world of its own—as if the world that had been created in the infinite “if” of Dillon Francis was large enough by itself to consume an idle mind with even the slightest of combustion; His eyes would drive me wild—and all that I dared to remember of the time we would spend together, is myself becoming lost in them. ‘They are green sometimes'. I loved the grey streaking in his beard, reminding me of what I was, rather than what I had become in the midsts of it—my soul just as ancient as all the love it was made of—and now I had done it not once, but always; decided I could love anything about any one and multiply that into an infinite, undying and unconditional love—which it already was. I'm sorry, God; Or whoever's watching All I wanted was love With the one who would want me; Now I'm a ghost, although something is haunting me Wanted my glass house, but can't throw a rock in it Off in a rocket ship; What was the cost of it? Nod off on a trip, dripping lips on the window A kiss, just an instant to lick up a hit of the acid I missed wishing just as simplisticly To live again I'd end it if, The reason weren't so stupid It's not you, I've just been used too much to do this Overruled: This never happened So I had to laugh I had to laugh I had to laugh I had to laugh I had to love him, only Cause I had to love myself, for a moment The door was open, I went walking in, Then closed it; Only now I'm here alone— At least I own it And I only wanted Love From someone who wanted To love me And I only wanted a hug; But I guess I kind of got it If you want, you know I'll drop it, like the rock fell from my pocket I forgot which one it was I fell in love with, After all, I'm only nothing “It was nothing” It was fun It was another father, son and brother; Oh, no wonder— Life is so wonderful Falling in love with the digital runoff Of someone with all of it Everything I ever wanted Everything I was, and wasn't Just to front the cost, Just never good enough To come of One, again All I wanted was love From the one who wanted to love me; Now all I got is— A closet full of skeletons, A cause of death, And a hot topic, If this is Martyrdom ‘This is what happens when you dare to dream, then stop believing in it; you become caught between worlds in the catastrophic maelstrom between the world of the living, and the shattered reality you once called your dream' now I wanted nothing more than a clean bed and a hot shower; a place to call home—I was so far stretched out beyond my comfort zone that again the thought of an instant means to an end became again, a pressing and dire need— I had only scratched the surface here and there and never had begun to break the ice—but anything I had said or done now may as well have been inscribed in stone, everything was temporary, but just fully so, it was also permanent. The looming answer was truly, that either way, I was right—either the slip in my stream of consciousness with Dillon had vanished as he began to keep the company of another more presently—just as in my early premonitions with Sonny had foretold of Kayla Lauren not too long before I would become aware of her—that my dream of Dillon in the presiding weeks accompanied by a dazzling readhead, the inspiration for “Chelsea, Chelsea!” Whispered a daunting truth; that as I suspected, anything or anyone I cared to love would be taken from me promptly; and though in the months since the literal tripping and falling into love with such a character, I had tirelessly worked to remove the romanticism and passion that had pent up within, pushing down and toiling away with the notion of a reality where, after all, my King to be had been all along, Dillon Francis. Though with a vital and vivid sense of intuition I had seen it all, I presumed it was nothing more than a flash of whimsical and innocent fantasy, admirable to those with an eye for love; a spark for my creation, which had been diminished—or so I thought. I couldn't help but feel a fool, and baffled myself that indeed, I was in tears—because of Dillon Francis. After nearly months of tearless apathy, I had begun to think myself immune to emotion or feeling—surrounded by a slew of reflections and past companions, I had begun to again lose myself to the motion of too much carelessness, my own needs neglected from lack of finances—and seemingly excommunicated from American Society; I began to fall violently out of love with Sonny, as the universe spun me into a web where I was the fly, and the spider tying me was the spitting image of the damningly handsome once-Apple of my eye; not that I had actually lost any of the feeling for him—but, that the feeling itself had changed dramatically from a writhing passion, to a fury tinged with the blood and sweat of sacrifice in exchange for nothing, and the bitterness of genetic competition—Kayla Lauren no longer taking the brunt of my anger, but falling into irrelevance, Sonny himself becoming the poster child for everything I stood to dismiss, in music, and in general— if I were to convict that I hated him, it would only mean stagnancy, in that I still hated myself; however, strikingly, it was not so—i had begun to love myself quite so, that what I hated was the toxic world where all the men I so admired and desired thrived. Sifting through slides of the lives I wanted mine to mimick, a smile was summoned from under the rock I lived in; hiding from any of the repercussions I may have built to arrive just in time to dull my shine if I became too rampantly outward with my intentions—which, by now, were simple, at best—“at best” being limited again, only by what I could see and know. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

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You broke my heart (And the windows on my car) What was all that for? Now you you've started a holy war I've got scars on my arms I might love them a little more I guess you are what you are After all—you're a star I'm bat shit crazy, I'm Blind, so blind and now I'm Hiding in a life I decided I was mine I tried to find you Tried to find the answer Tried to find the time, And now I'm fighting suicide against denial —I still really love your smile I had to know—and so I had to ask; both the ocean, and The Instagram Algorithm—about Dillon Francis—and, to my luck and great dispar, was swiftly answered. Now I could crawl back into my cave of obscurity and begin the elemental essentials to gather and burn all that was left of everything I had written about the the man himself; needing of course to steer clear of nothing now but love—or a lack thereof, as it were. Now I understood that the feelings and emotions tied up in this man were indeed true, beyond real in the sense that I couldn't hold back tears, but with some gentle motion I could sway them into music; needing to shed my skin and escape my nightmarish surroundings, I would need more than a prayer—the universe had been calling me to fast; now I would answer in the only way I could, the fresh and awestruck pain of heartbreak I had knowingly caused myself, the only strain to conquer. I loved him. The running was over with, and the hiding was done for— I had backed myself into a corner; a comfortable wall to curl up in non existence, meanwhile, nothing—because if I could figure that If I did not see it for myself or could not otherwise randomly fathom to imagine, it did not exist, or it could not be. Who are you, To evoke emotion A notation of focus, Awoke in the moment to know, Vote for a hope, Or a rope, just to— —hangglide. What's two hands, What's two fists look like to you? What's two feet, what's two wrists to you—? What's two lips, two blue eyes; In an instant What's to listen to the the tune of you again? “Please Text Back” What is this? Another emotion, Another world we opened, A parallel dimension, Just beside the hell we live in— Exists all of this I'd put it into Ableton, if I was able to; The way you make me move, And what I feel for you— Appealing, if you're real, down to the roots And reel-to-real I feel so stupid— She'll—be everything I asked for him She is—the one I called for hoping She was—my dream inside a dream once; Now, digging my own grave up Just to prove my luck, or something So, to us, it's only justice, undone On the walk to Eden, It was all of us; I reap what I've sown; Nothing comes of nothing Give to get, And live to eat, The answer's “hungry”, If you're asking But no one's asking, ‘And Dillon Francis's is handsome, He had to have known that—‘ I sat at the alter, my ocean And read to her, poetry I wonder for nothing, And want even less, no discussions— Percussion in repercussions, Patterns of claps and hats, happen to manage the panic; Perhaps if I laughed a little, Or loved a little, I'd have sung more loudly as they hung me, From the bungalow windowsill; It's silly how I'd kill myself again for never listening And never listening And never listening —we never kissed, but always met at intersections, when needed; Break bread for breakfast, or brunch, with the Goddess and her Demons Never had I saw or wanted a flying saucer— until I saw two of them, off in the distance With no one on them, But God, I'm honest and stopped it all at once, Just to turn on and tune in, and now I'm the April Fool— It was just an illusion; Another simplistic collision of infinite What was your name again? I'll have to ask my ex— —husband… Cause one time, someone loved me. As it turned out, I held more feelings for the man than I had previously thought, or had motionlessly been in absolute denial of for quite some time; there wasn't another option or subject of distraction—I had been stuck on Dillon Francis, or at least the thought of him, even with the startling lack thereof. I needed to love, but it seemed to be in short supply, at least, for me, no matter where I went or what I did there. Still, while The Instagram Algorithm beckoned me to believe one thing, my intuition conditioned me to comprehend another—there was something deeper within myself and greater outwardly looming over the prénsense of this innate attraction—and though it had all started innocently, it had cascaded and begun to collapse into a avalanche of unhandled business and forgotten circumstances— I was shaken and needed to be restrung in some way that would hold me together, until the easy way out became the hard way; perhaps if I could project into my reality what it was that nature had foretold, I could extend my being beyond that of which seemed to be an end. At least it had been done again, in the severance of the flow of one love, there had to come another—as it's been done in generations through every genre time and time before whichever one this was, mankind had something down to an exact science for once; to withdraw the essence of love from the source of which it comes, leaving one only damaged enough to murmur or hum the would-be some-part, of some-song—if not to be sung, at least strummed out, or at the very least, written as record. Now, though I had lost nearly all ambition, I was entirely filled with enough neglect to become the apathetic, dark and untouchable alchemist I always was—reality back in touch. The final judgement was: I loved Dillon as much as I had loved Sonny, but in another way entirely—so much so, that overall, his happiness above anything to happen was what I wanted—and though I felt I had been ‘Kayla Lauren'd' once more, there was a deeper sense of doubt that with enough creativity, would bring about a world of its own—as if the world that had been created in the infinite “if” of Dillon Francis was large enough by itself to consume an idle mind with even the slightest of combustion; His eyes would drive me wild—and all that I dared to remember of the time we would spend together, is myself becoming lost in them. ‘They are green sometimes'. I loved the grey streaking in his beard, reminding me of what I was, rather than what I had become in the midsts of it—my soul just as ancient as all the love it was made of—and now I had done it not once, but always; decided I could love anything about any one and multiply that into an infinite, undying and unconditional love—which it already was. I'm sorry, God; Or whoever's watching All I wanted was love With the one who would want me; Now I'm a ghost, although something is haunting me Wanted my glass house, but can't throw a rock in it Off in a rocket ship; What was the cost of it? Nod off on a trip, dripping lips on the window A kiss, just an instant to lick up a hit of the acid I missed wishing just as simplisticly To live again I'd end it if, The reason weren't so stupid It's not you, I've just been used too much to do this Overruled: This never happened So I had to laugh I had to laugh I had to laugh I had to laugh I had to love him, only Cause I had to love myself, for a moment The door was open, I went walking in, Then closed it; Only now I'm here alone— At least I own it And I only wanted Love From someone who wanted To love me And I only wanted a hug; But I guess I kind of got it If you want, you know I'll drop it, like the rock fell from my pocket I forgot which one it was I fell in love with, After all, I'm only nothing “It was nothing” It was fun It was another father, son and brother; Oh, no wonder— Life is so wonderful Falling in love with the digital runoff Of someone with all of it Everything I ever wanted Everything I was, and wasn't Just to front the cost, Just never good enough To come of One, again All I wanted was love From the one who wanted to love me; Now all I got is— A closet full of skeletons, A cause of death, And a hot topic, If this is Martyrdom ‘This is what happens when you dare to dream, then stop believing in it; you become caught between worlds in the catastrophic maelstrom between the world of the living, and the shattered reality you once called your dream' now I wanted nothing more than a clean bed and a hot shower; a place to call home—I was so far stretched out beyond my comfort zone that again the thought of an instant means to an end became again, a pressing and dire need— I had only scratched the surface here and there and never had begun to break the ice—but anything I had said or done now may as well have been inscribed in stone, everything was temporary, but just fully so, it was also permanent. The looming answer was truly, that either way, I was right—either the slip in my stream of consciousness with Dillon had vanished as he began to keep the company of another more presently—just as in my early premonitions with Sonny had foretold of Kayla Lauren not too long before I would become aware of her—that my dream of Dillon in the presiding weeks accompanied by a dazzling readhead, the inspiration for “Chelsea, Chelsea!” Whispered a daunting truth; that as I suspected, anything or anyone I cared to love would be taken from me promptly; and though in the months since the literal tripping and falling into love with such a character, I had tirelessly worked to remove the romanticism and passion that had pent up within, pushing down and toiling away with the notion of a reality where, after all, my King to be had been all along, Dillon Francis. Though with a vital and vivid sense of intuition I had seen it all, I presumed it was nothing more than a flash of whimsical and innocent fantasy, admirable to those with an eye for love; a spark for my creation, which had been diminished—or so I thought. I couldn't help but feel a fool, and baffled myself that indeed, I was in tears—because of Dillon Francis. After nearly months of tearless apathy, I had begun to think myself immune to emotion or feeling—surrounded by a slew of reflections and past companions, I had begun to again lose myself to the motion of too much carelessness, my own needs neglected from lack of finances—and seemingly excommunicated from American Society; I began to fall violently out of love with Sonny, as the universe spun me into a web where I was the fly, and the spider tying me was the spitting image of the damningly handsome once-Apple of my eye; not that I had actually lost any of the feeling for him—but, that the feeling itself had changed dramatically from a writhing passion, to a fury tinged with the blood and sweat of sacrifice in exchange for nothing, and the bitterness of genetic competition—Kayla Lauren no longer taking the brunt of my anger, but falling into irrelevance, Sonny himself becoming the poster child for everything I stood to dismiss, in music, and in general— if I were to convict that I hated him, it would only mean stagnancy, in that I still hated myself; however, strikingly, it was not so—i had begun to love myself quite so, that what I hated was the toxic world where all the men I so admired and desired thrived. Sifting through slides of the lives I wanted mine to mimick, a smile was summoned from under the rock I lived in; hiding from any of the repercussions I may have built to arrive just in time to dull my shine if I became too rampantly outward with my intentions—which, by now, were simple, at best—“at best” being limited again, only by what I could see and know.

Finally, F1 has returned, and we kick off the 2023 season at the Bahrain International Circuit with a Post Race episode of In The Paddock F1 w/ Greeny and the Cheese.  

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Then Jacob awoke from his sleep and said, “Surely the Lord is in this place, and I did not know it” (Genesis 28:16). We love you, family. Stay blessed.

When this wonderful social-worker-turned-social-justice-warrior-turned-sane-person reached out to me, I immediately bit the bait. Sara shared stories of being groomed into ideological thinking in her social work degree, finding solace in the "repost" button on Facebook, and training her algorithm to show only the juiciest of political clickbait. As she now navigates life as someone who can reflect upon her own behavior and thinking, Sara gives us valuable insight into just how powerful social media can be.Subscribe to Angry's Substack at: https://theangrybehavioranalyst.substack.comFollow Angry on Instagram @theangrybxanalystCheck out Angry's services at theangrybehavioranalyst.com

Yesterday I spoke of temperature relativity.  Cold front is crossing the peninsula today.  Awoke to 60 and the thermometer is steadily falling…has dropped to 58 as I write this. Opening up all the windows today as the high is to be around 70.  Yesterday we hit 87 for a high here.  The Music Authority LIVE STREAM Show & Podcast...listen, like, comment, download, share, repeat…heard daily on Podchaser, Deezer, Amazon Music, Audible, Listen Notes, Google Podcast Manager, Mixcloud, Player FM, Stitcher, Tune In, Podcast Addict, Cast Box, Radio Public, and Pocket Cast, and APPLE iTunes!  Follow the show on TWITTER JimPrell@TMusicAuthority!  Please, are you listening? Please, are you sharing the show & podcast?  Please, has a show & podcast mention been placed into your social media?  How does and can one listen in? Let me list the ways...*Listen LIVE here - https://fastcast4u.com/player/jamprell/ *Podcast - https://themusicauthority.transistor.fm/   The Music Authority LIVE STREAM Show & Podcast!  Special Recorded Network Shows, too!  Different than my daily show! *Radio Candy Radio Monday Wednesday, & Friday 7PM ET, 4PM PT*Rockin' The KOR Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday at 7PM UK time, 2PM ET, 11AM PT  www.koradio.rocks*Pop Radio UK Friday, Saturday, & Sunday 6PM UK, 1PM ET, 10AM PT!  November 17, 2022, Thursday, page one…Orbis 2.0 - TMA SHOW OPEN THEMEMrMouray - 01 Pretty In Ink [What's The Stouray] (Bullseye Records of Canada, Inc.)Brenden Benson - 05 Whole Lotta Nothin' [Low Key]@Ruin The Night - 09 Answers [Sound The Alarm] (Rum Bar Records)Cody Melville - 10 Dogs In This Town [Dogs In This Town]The Golden Rail - 04 - Under New York Skies [Songs From Empty Streets] (koolkatmusik.com)Lemon Drop Gang - Now Is Goodbye [I'm Not the One] (Rum Bar Records)Brian Modafferi - Counting The Numbers [Soon To Be Released]Red Cabin - 09 The Look [White Morning]Ward White - 07 Born Again [Ice Cream Chords]Blackbirds F.C. - Angela [Magiclands]The Tambourine People - 04 Next Bus To The Sun [Tambourine Love]Bruce Moody - The Closer I Get [Forever Fresh!]The Morning Line - Back on Earth [Scene] (Red on Red Records)Orbis 2.0 w Vinnie Zummo & Dennis George- 03. Spot On [This Just In...]@JebbsMusic - Parachute (feat. @Emily Ewing & @A. Michael Collins) (Jeremy Edmond)The Greek Theatre - 07_Even You Will Find A Home My Son (Alt. Mix) [Demos & Alternative Mixes] (koolkatmusik.com)Thrift Store Halo - Another Day [1996 - EP]The Amplifier Heads - The Man Who Invented Rock And Roll [Rectifier] (Rum Bar Records)@The Heavy Heavy - 06 Why Don't You Call [Life And Life Only]Popular Creeps - 08 Split Decision [All Of This Will End In Tears]The Well Wishers - Idiot Smile [Blue Sky Sun]

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Genesis 9,10 and 11. Noah and his family are a fun bunch. They went through the end of the world together, they love animals. Also, they made some pretty fucking great wine if you ask us! Come, let's read from the word of GOD. In today's episode Noah get's drunk and lets it all hang out for his family to enjoy. 

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