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Calo se moría de ganas por ver Warfare (2025) de Alex Garland y Ray Mendoza (ex Navy SEAL) así que había que darle el gusto. El director viene de mostrarnos un futuro ¿posible? con una Estados Unidos estallada en Guerra Civil (Civil War, 2024) pero ahora se le dio por el hiperrealismo y se metió con la invasión a Irak. De paso charlamos sobre cine bélico en general y sus complejidades.Claro que también tenemos el repaso de lo que pasó en Cannes, aplausómetro incluido, más alguna otra cuestión.Acordate que si querés y podés tenés la obligación moral de pasar por hoytrasnoche.com. Awww, gracias.

Awww, shucks. This is the height of vulnerability for me, yet I felt I needed to do this show on my own and talk about what is going on in my life with this new divine relationship... to explain it, give others wisdom and thought. I did get consent from the person I am dating to do this, yet he had no idea what I would say. Now, that... is... trust... cause there is no telling what will come out of my mouth. My "Just Be Practice" at close is a meditation for all of us in linking, opening and expanding our hearts. I have much to share today. Finally, there are snippets from Jen McCarty/5D Luminary followed by Jen Cunnings/Self-Love Alchemist explaining more of why we need to break out of old relationship patterns.*Host Eden Koz is a soul realignment specialist utilizing such gifts as psychological empathy, intuition, psychic ability, mediumship, meditation, mindset shift, Reiki, dimensional and galactic healing, to name a few. She can also perform a spiritual Co#id Vac+ Healing as well as remote & face-to-face sessions with individuals and groups. Contact info for Eden Koz / Just Be®, LLC:Website: EdenJustBe.com Socials: Insta, FB, FB (Just Be), LinkedIn Just Be~Spiritual BOOM Podcast can be found on the audio directories: Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Amazon Music, Stitcher, iHeart Radio, TuneIn+Alexa, ...

Awww mannn, a cliff hanger ending. Part two is on the way. Stay tuned! Meanwhile if you need to contact Jason for mental health resources, and speaking engagements, email him at JamesKsmoke@gmail.com. This is real talk and hopefully a motivator for some other individuals to get focused and move forward with a positive dream.Be sure to look for part two of Unscripted w/Jason McClain. Thank you for tuning in to Effectively Making A Noise. Please visit effectivelymakinganoise.live for more podcasts for your enjoyment.

It's FRIDAY! We will be discussing the $30 sea shell, clothes shopping for boys, cellulite cream, raisking your kids your way, Lyfting, RBF's, regressing, and saying "fuck it" before running away. All you mommas know what we mean. Have a great weekend!Love, your one and only Reject Moms

This is a free preview of a paid episode. To hear more, visit smokeempodcast.substack.comDonald McNeil Jr., a 45-year New York Times veteran, comes on the pod to talk with Nancy and Sarah about … so much. The prompt was the recent NYT story, “We Were Badly Misled About the Event That Changed Our Lives.” As the paper of record tries to come correct on Covid, we wanted to hear from the science journalist, one of the first to tell Americans about this strange thing called the coronavirus. A self-declared “cranky old-school” reporter, McNeil landed the story of his career in 2020 and became part of a team that won the Pulitzer. But by 2021, he was gone, amid scandal and speculation. He talks about the bizarre kerfuffle that led to his resignation, mean girl dynamics at the paper, being misled by scientists, and what we do and don't know about Covid-19's origins. As McNeil wrote in Wisdom of Plagues, "Covid coarsened us as a nation... The coarsening cracks our national skin. It makes us more vulnerable to infection."Also discussed:* Nancy tries not to fangirl. She fangirls anyway.* “It's a great newspaper but it's a second-rate corporation, and its personnel stuff is particularly bad.”* The walk McNeil took with James Bennet, a year after both getting booted from the Times, is a play we'd like to see* “Looks like Don nailed it. Let's not tell him.” (!!!!!!)* NYT brass on their writing staff: “Widgets made here.”* Young turks vs. cranky old-timers in union leadership* The Daily Beast and Gawker do not cover themselves in glory* "The Western focus on personal liberty above all can kill."* The Mike Pesca of it all* The hope that Covid might “unite us with a common enemy” like WWII. Awww, what happened instead? We turned on each other.* “Ecstasy is a very good drug to get you talking”* McNeil = not a fan of Jay Battacharya* Thoughts on RFK!Plus, McNeil explains what “hot-box” once meant, where he thinks H5-N1 is going, how cancel culture is like the French Revolution, and much more!Does McNeil think Covid-19 was engineered in a virology lab or evolved in the wet market? Paid subscribers find out!

Fellow brunch hater, Mary Katherine Ham, returns to discuss Trump's win on the heels of debating whether or not she and Bridget would vote for him in the lead up to the election, and their respective “Awww, f*ck it” last minute decisions. They cover the true nature of RFK Jr.'s influence in swinging votes for Trump, why COVID lockdowns and policies were the last straw for many people, red-pilled yogis, when independent media starts to seem not so independent anymore, how Trump & Elon are taking a wrecking ball to the Overton window and the danger of the anti-woke people becoming as annoying as the woke people. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Walk-Ins Welcome with Bridget Phetasy - Podcast Bridget Phetasy admires grit and authenticity. On Walk-Ins Welcome, she talks about the beautiful failures and frightening successes of her own life and the lives of her guests. She doesn't conduct interviews—she has conversations. Conversations with real people about the real struggle and will remind you that we can laugh in pain and cry in joy but there's no greater mistake than hiding from it all. By embracing it all, and celebrating it with the stories she'll bring listeners, she believes that our lowest moments can be the building blocks for our eventual fulfillment. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- PHETASY IS a movement disguised as a company. We just want to make you laugh while the world burns. https://www.phetasy.com/ Buy PHETASY MERCH here: https://www.bridgetphetasy.com/ For more content, including the unedited version of Dumpster Fire, BTS content, writing, photos, livestreams and a kick-ass community, subscribe at https://phetasy.com/ Twitter - https://twitter.com/BridgetPhetasy Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/bridgetphetasy/ Podcast - Walk-Ins Welcome with Bridget Phetasy https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/walk-ins-welcome/id1437447846 https://open.spotify.com/show/7jbRU0qOjbxZJf9d49AHEh https://play.google.com/music/listen?u=0#/ps/I3gqggwe23u6mnsdgqynu447wvaSupport the show

Roll for sanity! This week the Abyss gang dives into P. Djèlí Clark's The Dead Cat Tail Assassins. Before they get deep into this world, they discuss Cobra Kai, Captain America: Brave New World, Grotesquerie, Dexter: Original Sin, Brian McNaughton's The Throne of Bones, and Interplanetaries by Clark Ashton Smith. Awww, looks like you rolled a one, so you have to listen now!

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Send us a message and get a shoutout!Warning: This episode is not safe for work, family road trips, or anywhere your mom might overhear it and say, “Oh, I love that song!”—because today, we're discussing the sexiest songs of the 2000s, and things are about to get dangerously smooth....er, um, awkward.We'll break down the beats, the lyrics, and the questionable life choices these songs inspired—all while trying (and failing) to keep things PG and it's guaranteed to make you laugh… and maybe blush. Proceed with caution, as Formidable Opponents debate and discuss "Sexiest 2000s Song."  Awww yeeeeah. Support the showReach out to us and follow us:formidableopponents@gmail.com (Contact us)https://formidableopponents.buzzsprout.com/ (Website)@Fopponents (Twitter)formidable_opponents (Instagram)FormidableOpponents (Facebook)@formidableopponents (Tik Tok)https://www.buymeacoffee.com/foropponents (Show us some love)Merchandisehttps://formidableopponents.creator-spring.com/Cover art by Creative Little Pillhttps://www.instagram.com/creativelittlepill/https://creative-little-pill.creator-spring.com/Magic Mindhttps://www.magicmind.com/opponents

Luke and Tempest review AEW Dynamite from January 29th, 2025.Madame Web (2024) | WORST MOVIE EVER?Get exclusive WrestleTalk content: https://www.patreon.com/wrestletalkMore wrestling news on https://wrestletalk.com/Listen to the daily WrestleTalk News: https://open.spotify.com/show/7hJ8XNKeUiFN3Ny3pjdTVTJoin the WrestleTalk WhatsApp Channel for news, video releases and behind the scenes content: https://www.whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaWjRis9WtC3S0zSQy0dTheme: Jordan Olds from Two Minutes To Late NightBuy our new WrestleTalk merchandise hereWrestleTalk In The Office Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2sprWyZxCcqhtbzUuKfd0U?si=txG3hFYjSNOlGYpcDipx2gWrestleTalk Discover Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/00I22mwo6wwMKdBh6Y8Gtf?si=geesBbqiSuaNkW6SVdn3eQSubscribe to partsFUNknown hereSubscribe to CutScene hereSubscribe to CTRL Freaks hereWatch the video version of the WrestleTalk Podcast hereJoin Wrestle League today hereFollow Luke Owen @ThisisLukeOwenFollow Oli Davis @OliDavisFollow Tempest @TempestWTFollow Laurie Blake @ElFakidor Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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50 interesting and rare facts about animals that you've probably never heard about. Some of them will make you go Awww. Whether you're a nature lover or just curious by nature, this video is for you! Subscribe to Bright Side : https://goo.gl/rQTJZz ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Our Social Media: Facebook:   / brightside   Instagram:   / brightgram   SMART Youtube: https://goo.gl/JTfP6L 5-Minute Crafts Youtube: https://www.goo.gl/8JVmuC Have you ever seen a talking slime? Here he is – Slick Slime Sam: https://goo.gl/zarVZo ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For more videos and articles visit: http://www.brightside.me/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Awww yeah! We're back with another low-effort minisode where we catch up on all the recent goings-on from artists we profiled in the past. Come hear about all the wacky exploits from your favorite Polishing Turds alumni. We've got Cruises with Creed, AI experiments with the Black Eyed Peas, juicy drama from the Cyrus family, and so much more! What better way to start off this horrible, horrible year?FOLLOW US:Instagram: polishing.podcast Twitter/X: @polishing_turds email: polishingturdspodcast@gmail.com

Awww….Elf on the Shelf. One of those holiday traditions that maybe you grew up with, maybe you didn't––but come December 1st, pictures and posts of crazy shenanigans that all the happy little elves (SPIES!) are doing will be all over the place. Are you feeling pressure to join in the *fun* for the sake of your kids? Does this holiday tradition bring you–not your kids–but YOU joy? Does pressuring your kids to “be good” by having an elf spy on them foster love and connection during the holidays? I'm diving into this holiday tradition today, not to tell you to stop doing it, but to help you think about how it serves your family. If you would like to use “Shirley” the Elf or “Rocco” the Elf to create magic around your house during the holidays, more power to you! But as we do that, let's think about how we can use Shirley and Rocco to spread love, joy, connection, and heartfulness with our kids during the holiday season. And if you do not take part in the Elf on the Shelf tradition, don't worry! There are still some really insightful tips for you in this episode too! Positive Discipline and Heartfulness have a place in all seasons, no matter what you believe or how you celebrate. Listen and share as we dive into this busy time.   Resources: You Better Watch Out, You Better Not Cry: Positive Discipline and Elf on the Shelf

Welcome to How Have You Not Seen, a podcast where the Devil exists, God exists, and the success of our audio recordings hinges directly on which we follow! (This is how I communicate that a spooky demon got into the internet and did something foul to our audio in the second half of the show). On this week's totally scary Halloween edition of How Have You Not Seen; Caroline introduces Carson to James Wan's box office smash, horror franchise-starter The Conjuring. BOO! Did I scare you? Betcha I did. Awww don't cry ya baby, it's HALLOWEEN THERE'S A LOT MORE TERROR WHERE THAT CAME FROM! This week's important questions; Is Patrick Wilson doing an accent? If ghosts were real, would America privatize the Ghostbusters? Just how many of these movies are there? -and- What's the worst thing that ever happened to an American Girl doll? A special thank you to our patrons! HHYNS is made with the financial support of listeners like you. If you'd like a shoutout on the pod and years of bonus episodes covering new films and old favorites, head over to our patreon - ⁠⁠patreon.com/hhynspod

Recorded: 16th of October Location: At The Above, Melbourne, AustraliaGuest: Dave Clark @spacebetween_ @attheabove Sponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program and what a sesh running. A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ ⁠JOIN MY RETREAT! Poem / Quote from Dave:  The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”

We thank our listener, Jenna, and their fine request for this film. We all had a lot of fun watching this. Buffy (Kristy Swanson) has been chosen! She has some powers and some past lives, and now it's time to send these fanged-sob's right back into the ground! But, she'll do it while ninja-kicking, heart-stabbing and accessorizing. Everyone wants some of Buffy's time! Teen drama alert! Pike (Luke Perry) wants some special time. Awww! Lothos (Rutger Hauer) wants bitey-kill time! Merrick (Donald Sutherland) is trying to make up for lost training time. And, Amilyn (Paul Reubens) gets some staby time. There is very little time for cheerleading practice because of this. RTS are likely to accept invitations to graveyards from strangers. Where and when? Collin and La-Mar try not to get “thrashed” and split a hot dog. Cover your necks and be careful who you invite inside – especially if they're floating. Fulfill your destiny! 

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And we're BACK! Fresh off their summer breaks, Austriophile Maureen's quick to show she got a single round with Jen, while Allyson's been in Edinburgh and cannot handle Jen's popcorn opinions. Also: what to do when you're out of WTB, The Open House Festival and ‘Awww'ing.Check out Jen's evacuation All Our Relations aid fundraiser here.Catch Allyson's "Little Smith Sunshine" show at the Edinburgh Fringe here.Send your problems to womentalkingbollocks@gmail.com with the subject 'Ask Allyson'.Order Jen's special "The Optimist" at jenbrister.co.ukBuy Maureen's new book, Prisms of My Life, here.Produced by Impatient Productions, edited by Ralph Foster.Artwork by Haiminh Le. Follow WTB on Twitter @wtb_podcast and on Facebook, TikTok and Instagram @wtbpodcast. Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Only 20 % of people in the world are blessed with dimples. However, if you are among the 80 % of those who don't have them, but want to, there is a solution. Here is a list of easy exercises to get charming dimples and “ten hottest celebrities with dimples” list as a bonus! Remember none of these techniques will give you a permanent result, but maybe it is for the better. This way you can get your dimples on whenever you want or need them! TIMESTAMPS Pulling the cheeks in 0:44 Using a pen or pencil 1:52 Using your index finger 2:41 Drawing it with an eyebrow pencil 3:42 Smiling widely 4:25 Pouting all the way 5:26 Press and grin technique 6:07 Using a bronzer 6:35 Top 10 Celebrities with Cute Dimples 7:22 SUMMARY Pulling the cheeks in is one of the best and easiest way to get dimples. Dimples are not just divine marks of loveliness, they are, in fact, crevices on the cheeks. Some muscles deform and stretch in such a way that they make up this crevice. When a person smiles and pulls those muscles, we can see the dimples. We exercise different muscles at the gym, so why not try and exercise our facial muscles to get the result we want? This method is easy, and here is how it works: you just have to suck your cheeks in for 10 minutes every day. Subscribe to Bright Side : https://goo.gl/rQTJZz ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Our Social Media: Facebook:   / brightside   Instagram:   / brightgram   SMART Youtube: https://goo.gl/JTfP6L 5-Minute Crafts Youtube: https://www.goo.gl/8JVmuC Have you ever seen a talking slime? Here he is – Slick Slime Sam: https://goo.gl/zarVZo ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For more videos and articles visit: http://www.brightside.me/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

TWiV reviews a case of polio in Gaza, more Mpox, COVID-19 boosters, effectiveness of Ebola virus vaccine, measles cases across the US, an endogenous retroviral envelope protein that regulates human cardiomyocyte development, and submergence of an encephalitic alphavirus caused by receptor shifts. Hosts: Vincent Racaniello, Alan Dove, Rich Condit, and Kathy Spindler Subscribe (free): Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, RSS, email Become a patron of TWiV! Links for this episode MicrobeTV Discord Server Gaza baby has polio (Times Israel) Monkeypox virus clade Ib in Thailand (CIDRAP) Updated COVID-19 vaccines (FDA) Effectiveness of Ebola virus vaccine (Lancet Inf Dis) Measles cases in Georgia, Oregon (CIDRAP) Retrovirus protein regulates cardiomyocyte development (Cell Stem Cell) Receptor shifts govern submergence of encephalitis arbovirus (Nature)   Letters read on TWiV 1145 Timestamps by Jolene. Thanks! Weekly Picks Kathy – Googlegangers and AWWW clip Rich – RP FLIP (floating instrument platform) Alan – Big labs are bad for careers Vincent – So You're Underwater: Why Do You See That Circle of Light Above You? Intro music is by Ronald Jenkees Send your virology questions and comments to twiv@microbe.tv Content in this podcast should not be construed as medical advice.

We talkin' about: Gamescom Announcements and hype 1st time at the Dutch Market Walter reviews the latest wedding he attended Sports news and a some sport trivia from Walter A review of Alien Romulus plus much more.

Testings Prepare for the Wilderness   (audio) David Eells 8/25/24  UBM and the Wilderness Refuge  Eve Brast 6/7/2011  (David's notes in red)  This dream shows spiritual pictures using UBM's broader Internet/TV/radio church getting ready to go into the wilderness. In these pictures the relationship of the Man-child, Bride and the rest of the remnant church is explained along with each respective work.  I had a dream that I was in a small building that was a church. It had white walls and a white ceiling. (Representing a church clothed in righteousness.) The front door was in the back of the church. It was a small single white door. This door led from the side of a shopping mall hallway to the white church. (Christ is the Door which leads away from the shopping mall, representing Babylon's merchandising of buying and selling, and the white church. In John 10 Jesus called His sheep out of the sheepfold of Babylonish religion into a white church, meaning "called out ones") and there was a flight of red metal stairs leading down into the sanctuary. (It takes humbling steps washed in the blood to enter a white church).  The front wall of the church was actually the back and was open; there was no wall. (This church is contrary to Babylon; what is behind them is ahead for them for they have decided to "contend earnestly for the faith which was once [for all] delivered to the saints (Jude 3)). We have placed no religious wall between us and what was given behind us, in the beginning. (Isa.30:19) For the people shall dwell in Zion at Jerusalem; thou shalt weep no more; he will surely be gracious unto thee at the voice of thy cry; when he shall hear, he will answer thee.   (20) And though the Lord give you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, yet shall not thy teachers be hidden anymore, but thine eyes shall see thy teachers; (21) and thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it; when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left.) It just opened out into an empty parking lot. (Our church is not attended physically in the flesh, but spiritually by radio, Internet and TV. This last part was and will be. Videos. Etc.)  There were about 100 people in chairs facing the back of the church, which was actually the front. (100 represents fullness -- 100%. We are all returning where we came from, and the rest will fall away.) We were all singing praise to God without a "music leader". (Personal, heart-led worship in Spirit and truth as Jesus commanded.) There was a gigantic screen on the wall to the right of us. (Many join us by Internet computer screen or TV screen and watch our videos.) As my children and I were worshipping with our hands raised, Cindy, a friend of mine and a member of our local bible study, came through the white door and down the flight of stairs and found me along the aisle. ("Cindy" means light. The true children of light will come out of Babylon and through the Door of Jesus into the true church.)   She said, "I know I'm late". (Those who are waiting until now are late for the wilderness is upon us.) “I had quite a time with my kids, so I just left them at home, but I just don't care anymore. I just had to come. I know I'll find grace for this". (Those who were considered spiritual fruit in Babylon will have to be left behind if they resist. Those who come out from among them will find grace.) On the screen were colors that reacted to our praise by moving around. David Eells would come on the screen and teach us through the screen normally. (We will teach through Internet, radio and on TV again.)   But this time he surprised us all by showing up in person. (A personal invitation to come follow the David man-child reformers into the wilderness as it was with Jesus and His disciples.) He came out on the stage and stood at a podium. I (Eve) was all of a sudden standing behind him on his right. (This is the spiritual place of the Bride, which Eve represents.) All fell quiet. He spoke two words and then turned around and walked out behind or underneath the staircase. As I (Eve) was left standing on the stage facing the people, they all began turning to one another, murmuring amongst themselves, and consulting with one another and began to slowly leave out the front (back) of the church. (As we have seen, the factious murmurers are separated from the Body before the wilderness refuge.)   They dispersed out into the parking lot which was empty of vehicles. (Gen.3:20) And the man called his wife's name Eve [Hebrew: Havvah; Living or Life]; because she was the mother of all living. God has chosen the Bride company for the last Adam, Jesus Christ, who lives in the Man-child company represented here by the David ministry. This will happen very soon. The Bride is chosen before the last seven days/years which are the marriage feast. After this time the whole party is escorted by the virgins to the Groom's home in Heaven. The people murmur because they are not happy to not be included in the Bride company, but to be included in the true remnant church is still quite an honor. This parable is seen in Song of Solomon and the book of Esther. The remnant church leaves after the revelation of the new Eve to go to the wilderness tribulation.)  The two words David spoke were foreign. I didn't know if all the people understood what he said. I didn't understand the words themselves, but I knew they had the opposite meaning of the words "Terra Delphi". (These words were given to me many years ago in a revelation of the corporate body of the false prophet in the pulpits today and how they pass on their own nature to God's unsuspecting people. The opposite of this is the corporate body of the true prophet, which is Christ in His first-fruits who will pass on the nature of Jesus to His saints in the wilderness. (I will share that revelation below.)  After I watched everyone leave, I turned and followed David through the door under the stairway into his office. (The Bride will have access to the counsel of the Groom through the Man-child.) Cindy had left back up the stairs out the small door and into the mall. (Children of the light will bring the light to Babylon in a great revival.) There was a window that had been behind the stage in the church that looked like a store window on the other side in this shopping mall.  Our small Bible study group was standing around in front of this window. (What many have seen in the window into our meetings through Internet, videos and audios, they will turn and bring to the Babylonish church.) David's office was next to the window with a small door that was open. (A door will open for the Man-child ministry to bring the true Gospel to the Babylonish church.) There were about ten chairs in his office -- no books, or book shelves and no desk. It was a temporary step-up with cubical-like walls. (His books are no longer necessary for the Word of God's law has been written on the heart of the Man-child reformers to instruct the Bride and Church. "10" represents law like the Ten Commandments.) Our group was standing around in the main hall of this shopping mall. We were all talking about what we planned to do with the information that David had given us (those 2 words). (They will bring the Gospel they receive to Babylon in the coming wilderness tribulation, just as Jesus did the bride in a repetition of history.)  I said something to my husband about renting a U-Haul van and he said, "Oh, I've already got that covered. A guy I know sold me one. I got it for a real good price". I told him that was good. In my mind I could see this U-Haul and it was very small and I thought to myself, "I hope that is going to be big enough". But my husband seemed satisfied with its size. (Little will be needed in the wilderness for our husband will provide all.) The Spirit seemed to be telling me in the dream or showing me that He would be going alone, without his wife and children. (Joseph, Moses and Jesus entered the seven years without their families who came later because of their faith and obedience and it will be the same with many of our families.)   I looked at his face as he told me about this U-Haul and he was happy and excited. We were all excited. (Who wouldn't be excited if they knew that God is coming in His people in the great latter rain revival!) Whatever these two words meant to us, it was like we were all moving somewhere soon, but we all had to go home and figure out what to take and how to get there ourselves. Everyone was peaceful and calm and just talking with us and among themselves. They were excited about the two words more than they were concerned about what to take. (God is going to restore the leadership, anointing and truth that will cause the saints to walk fully in the steps of Jesus into the wilderness tribulation. PTL!)  I was not sure whether to pack anything or not. (I.e., What the Bride will need in the wilderness.) I felt a little lost. I walked back into David's office and through the other door into the church onto the stage. As I was looking out onto the empty chairs and parking lot; it was dark. It was dark outside during this entire dream. (Greater darkness will be upon the world when the Bride goes to the wilderness tribulation.) David came up behind me. He told me he had just received a revelation from the Lord that we needed to leave as soon as possible and get away from there. (We must be in the safe place of abiding in Jesus Christ before judgment takes many away.)   He told me that he didn't know exactly where we were to go yet, but that he would let us know the next day. He told me that it was very important to "only go with the clothes on our backs". He said this twice and patted my right shoulder with urgency. (The Bride's provision and protection in the wilderness are the brilliant clothes that she wears, which Rev.19:8 says are "the righteous acts of the saints". This is being dressed up with Jesus as in (Rom.13:12) The night is far spent, and the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armor of light. (13) Let us walk becomingly, as in the day; not in revelling and drunkenness, not in chambering and wantonness, not in strife and jealousy. (14) But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh, to [fulfill] the lusts [thereof].)   He then went back through the door under the stairway. As I looked back out from the stage, Cindy (Children of Light) had returned and came back down the stairs and said, "Well, I tried to go home and think about what to pack, but I only packed a few things because it's just so overwhelming and I know I'll receive grace for this". (If we go without man's provision, grace will be our provision as it was with Jesus' disciples when He sent them out.)  I turned back toward the parking lot and I saw the 100 people sitting in the parking lot with sleeping bags, tents, coolers and blankets. (The complete number, 100%, chosen by God to go into the wilderness.) They had gone home to pack whatever they could manage to carry and were waiting for David to give the word. (The Davids as Moses represent the Man-child to guide God's people in the wilderness.)  I then looked off to the right of the stage and building and was transported to Renee's mobile home. (Renee means "reborn" and she is in a mobile home, which means God's people will be pilgrims and sojourners.) She is a long-time friend from high school. She and her husband were telling me how they had packed up their entire belongings into a large U-Haul and how hard it was to pack everything. (It is hard work to bring our own provision. I was reminded that when we moved to Florida we gave our house and appliances away. Some will have to leave many things behind. But God had provided us a home freely.)   They also told me Renee's mom was giving them a very hard time about moving. I was then transported into the back of a minivan. Renee's mom was driving her around and really spewing all kinds of lies and deception out of her mouth to discourage Renee from going with us. (The mother is the Babylonish religious harlot that we must leave behind) But Renee was staying strong and not allowing her mother to dissuade her. They couldn't see me sitting behind them in this minivan. (The world will call God's people deceived fanatics.) Then I was back on stage in the church.  I thought about my husband and his U-Haul and Renee and her U-Haul. (The small one that was easy on the sojourner and the large one that was hard.) Cindy had even packed a few things along with all the people in the parking lot. (Those who walk in various stages of the light.) There was both dread and excitement in the air. We were all about to leave for the actual wilderness. I felt a little panicked and worried. (There is anticipation for the trials and yet excitement to see God's miraculous provision in the wilderness tribulation.) I hadn't even gone home yet. I remembered what David had said to me as he had patted my shoulder. "Don't leave with anything but the clothes on your back, the clothes on your back!" After that I woke up. (We need only godliness as our provision from God.)    The Revelation of the Terre Delphi   David Eells  False prophets pass on their nature to those who listen to them. (Lev.17:11) For the life (Hebrew: soul) of the flesh is in the blood ...for it is the blood that maketh atonement by reason of the life. Men pass on their life (soul) of the sin nature to their children through their blood. Christ passes on His life (soul) and sinless nature through His blood. So how do we get the nature of His blood in us? In John 6:53 Jesus said that we have to drink His blood or we will not have life in us. How do we drink it? Let me explain by using one of Jesus' signs. (Joh.2:11) This beginning of his signs did Jesus in Cana of Galilee. The word "sign" indicates a deeper meaning here.   In John 2:1-11 Jesus commanded the servants to fill the six (the number of man) water pots of stone (hardened clay vessels symbolizing man) with water (symbolizing the Word in Eph 5:26); then He turned it into wine (symbolizing the blood in Mat 26:27-29). The moral of the story is that if we are consuming and being filled by the Word of God, the Lord will turn it into the blood or nature of Christ. A clear confirmation of this is stated by John. (1Jn.1:7) If we walk in the light (of the Word), as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanseth us from all sin. (Joh.6:63)...The words that I have spoken unto you are spirit and are life.   So the Word creates the blood, which is the life or nature. Then our words are spirit and they have the power, if received, to manifest our life in others. (Joh.7:38) He that believeth on me, as the said scripture hath said, from within him shall flow rivers of living water (spirit words). The key then is receiving words "as the scripture hath said" so that we may pass on God's words which recreate His blood or nature. Another word creates another blood or nature. Have you not seen cult leaders pass on their nature by their words? Have you not seen apostate Christian leaders pass on a "different spirit", preaching "another Jesus", with a "different gospel" (2Co.11:4)? (Pro.18:21) Death and life are in the power of the tongue; And they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.  Many years ago I had a dream that taught this:  I was casting out demons in a church when I noticed that the church building was made all of woodwork. The columns, the walls, everything was all wood grain; and it was all stained with blood. I said to the people, "I'm going to prove to you that this is not the blood of Jesus". Then, addressing the blood, I said, "Go in the name of Jesus", and it disappeared. After this, I noticed on the pulpit, a note; it was fluttering as if to catch my attention. I knew that the pastor of this church had left me the note about himself. It read, "I'm being groomed to be the Terre Delphi".  The interpretation is this: All the demons identified this as a Babylonish church (Rev.18:2). The woodwork symbolized the human nature (2Tim.2:20; Jer.5:14) for men are symbolized as trees. The blood on the wood is the nature of "another Jesus" given to the people through a "different gospel" by a false prophet with a "different spirit" (2Co.11:4). He is coming to maturity as the Terre Delphi. "Terre" means earthly; "Delphi" was a town in ancient Greece famous for the Temple of Apollo and the Delphic Oracle, his false prophet. Apollo was the Greek and Roman god of light, healing, prophecy, music and manly beauty. Sounds very much like a false Jesus. Obviously the false prophet passes on his nature to worship a false Christ in the temple. The earthly false prophet is in many pulpits, reproducing after his own kind. Seek out your own salvation with fear and trembling, and pray for the truth, even if you think that you have it.    Angels Guide to Refuges  Eve Brast - 07/15/2008  ... It was dark outside and it seemed like we had spent the night there. Suddenly, the next morning, late in the morning, a young man with short brown hair burst through the front glass door and braced it open with his foot and said very excitedly, "David said it's time to go to the wilderness!" We (our UBM study group) all hurried out into the parking lot with the kids and a supersonic noise got my attention. (This represents UBM study groups and families all over who are waiting for this direction.) I thought it was a jet plane flying overhead. As I looked up into the sky there were no clouds and the sky was blue, and about 11:00 AM. I saw an arrow-shaped vapor trail just clearing the mall on my right, high up in the sky and flying overhead toward the left horizon. It went all the way around the world (To give direction to saints around the world.) and then I watched it come up from the horizon ahead of me and I followed it overhead and turned around to watch it head down the horizon behind me, but it stopped 30 degrees up from the horizon and faced us. We realized it wasn't a jet but an angel. He had golden, curled hair and a simple white robe with a thin gold rope around his waist. He motioned with his right arm and forefinger to follow him in that direction. So, we all started to walk in that direction. Then I woke up. (The angels will guide the saints to wilderness refuges.) (The arrow-shaped vapor trail cleared the roof of the mall from the east, heading west down past the horizon, around the world and came up the northern horizon and headed over our heads toward the southern horizon, then stopped 30 degrees from the southern horizon. Our UBM group then all began to walk toward the direction of the south, following the angel.) Our UBM group was located in Texas, which means Friends. (When the people of God left Egypt to go to the wilderness refuge from the Beast they went south first and then went north to their Promised Land.) I felt in the dream that this angel was showing multiple groups of people at the same time around the world where their refuges were.)  Note from David: It was an angel of God that guided Israel into the wilderness place of safety from the beast kingdom (Exo.12:37; 13:20; 14:19). I believe God's angels will do this for UBM and saints all over the world. Three angels in Rev.14:6-9 preach the Gospel, warn of judgment, the fall of Babylon, and the Mark of the Beast, from mid heaven... and all of this before the middle of the tribulation.  The Lord will have us use the Starlink satellites to reach the population of Earth with this same message and will guide the elect to the wilderness refuges. Satellites are also commonly called "birds". (Rev.12:13) And when the dragon saw that he was cast down to the earth, he persecuted the woman that brought forth the man [child]. (14) And there were given to the woman the two wings of the great eagle, that she might fly into the wilderness unto her place, where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.     Entering the Cleft  Anonymous 2/05/2011  (David's notes in red)   (This dream came just before the faction began in 2011 and is accurate.) I had a dream where I stood in front of an expansive outdoor scene. It was a nice sunny day. The ground was rough, rocky and not much grass. What grass there was, was dry with little green. In front of me and to the left was a huge black mountain face with a narrow crack or cleft straight down the center of it. Sunlight streamed from inside the cleft and it looked like it was a very nice day beyond that cleft. This cleft was just wide enough for one person to walk through with maybe a regular size backpack on.  At the bottom of the cleft in the mountain, was a rather narrow path only wide enough for one person to walk. (We are individually responsible to stay on the narrow road of God's Word so we can go to the cleft of the rock of safety, Jesus.) It ran from left to right and made a gentle arch to the right and on out of view. I watched as a single-file line of local UBM folks, who are already here in TN, made their way walking at a regular pace from right to left heading directly toward the cleft in the rock. The people walking along carried no baggage. I saw no backpacks, no walking sticks, no suitcases, no canes or walking aids of any kind. We were all dressed quite casually like we usually dress for our fellowships.   I was near the front of this line of people, BUT I was the only person who was not actually on the path. Somehow I was about 2-and-a-half feet lower than the narrow path, trying to step up onto the path. I was standing in roughly torn up dirt and rocky ground that looked all around like the earth had been torn up by an earthquake. There was no sure footing around me and though I only needed to make it two steps to get up onto the little highway, I could not get a proper foothold to step up. I kept lifting my left leg to get the first step up, but found myself falling back onto my right foot again without making any progress to even take one full step up to the road.   I was right at the road and just two steps and I would be on the raised narrow path. But I just could not get a foothold to get enough oomph, so to speak, to make it up onto the road. Neither the first person in line nor any of the others coming along after would be able to give me a hand up because the path was so narrow, there would be risk that they could topple over themselves. There was no banister to reach out to grab hold of and retain a foothold if I could even gain one.   The idea of scampering or scrambling up using hands and feet did not occur to me either (... and having done all, to stand. Stand therefore, having girded your loins ... Ephesians 6:13,14). The idea of backing up and getting a running start to run up the tiny embankment I needed to climb up was also not an option as, again, the path was so narrow that a running start would give too much momentum and you'd just end up overrunning the narrow path and tumble over the other side into more ravines and ground sloping downward.  As I watched myself try again and again to step up onto the road and fail, I had such a feeling of dread. “Why, oh why could I not make that step?” The others would surely pass me by and they could not help at all as help was impossible due to the narrowness of the way. They were within 40 steps of that cleft in the rock. We were all so close, within just a few, maybe 40 steps and we would enter the cleft. I so wanted to be up on that road and my worry and dread was increasing and my heart sinking that I would not make it.   This dream was shared with the local UBM fellowship that Saturday afternoon. It had a different effect on every person hearing my explanation of it. For me, I wondered about possible issues in my own personal life that could keep me outside of that cleft. Some identified with that and like me, sense a warning to be watchful and make whatever changes in heart or mind are necessary to make that last step back onto the path again. Others felt confirmation that they are indeed still on the narrow path and all is well.  The last part of this dream was removed from our site by a person who fell into faction, while building our site, because it condemned them. However, I recall very well that there were people on that path who we now know fell away to faction and slander when tested. They were all in armor as though they were making war, which was against us. As they approached the cleft of the rock they all stumbled against one another and fell to the ground and their helmets fell over their eyes to blind them. They never made it to the safety and provision of the cleft of the rock. Psa 101:5  Whoso privily slandereth his neighbor, him will I destroy: Him that hath a high look and a proud heart will I not suffer. They have all been destroyed, except a few who were reformed because they barely entered into the deception.   Tested to Be in the Ark  Anonymous  5/21/2016  (David's notes in red)  I was with a group of people. We had just gone through some very challenging circumstances in which I felt we had escaped with our lives. (We escaped the faction dismemberment that took out those not accounted worthy to be in the Bride.) I was unable to remember the details of what took place, but I knew that it was cataclysmic in nature and that we had survived and made it through. (We had overcome in the faction test of brotherly love. (Rev.3:7) And to the angel of the church in Philadelphia (The city of brotherly love, the Bride, one of seven daughters like Moses' wife.) write: These things saith he that is holy, he that is true, he that hath the key of David, he that openeth and none shall shut, and that shutteth and none openeth (They have been given the key of David to bind and loose, open and shut.):   (8) I know thy works (behold, I have set before thee a door opened, which none can shut), that thou hast a little power, and didst keep my word, and didst not deny my name. (9) Behold, I give of the synagogue of Satan, of them that say they are Jews, and they are not, but do lie (they claim to be Christian); behold, I will make them to come and worship before thy feet, and to know that I have loved thee. (10) Because thou didst keep the word of my patience, I also will keep thee from the hour of trial, that hour which is to come upon the whole world, to try them that dwell upon the earth.   (11) I come quickly: hold fast that which thou hast, that no one take thy crown. (12) He that overcometh, I will make him a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go out thence no more: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, the new Jerusalem (Bride), which cometh down out of heaven (born from above through obedience to the Word) from my God, and mine own new name.  We ended up on a ship that seemed to be a "safe haven" for survivors. (The ship or ark in the land is a refuge for those who pass the faction test of brotherly love. The Lord showed us this refuge through many dreams, visions, prophecies and Scriptures.) All on board were grateful to be there. (Amen!) Myself, as well as a woman (whom I do not know), were there tending to a group of children (getting them settled in) on the ship. (Both the spiritual and physical children of the obedient righteous are favored of the Lord. (Pro.20:7) A righteous man that walketh in his integrity, Blessed are his children after him. (Psa.112:2) His seed shall be mighty upon earth: The generation of the upright shall be blessed. (1Co.7:14) For the unbelieving husband is sanctified in the wife, and the unbelieving wife is sanctified in the brother: else were your children unclean; but now are they holy. The whole Bible is full of these verses, we shared recently.)  As we were doing this, we were talking about all the things we had just gone through. (Learning how to escape being devoured by the faction dragon through obedience to the Word.) The woman was concerned about the threat of some aspect of what we had just survived. I said, "I don't think we need to be as concerned about that as much as them". (The factious were rejected from the boat in the land/ark and many have physically died. The factious leaders died by the hand of God. This was witnessed by 14 people. Unlike those who are permitted to remain in the boat. One of the witnesses is writing a book of this amazing story.)   As I said this, I was looking either out a window or maybe off the deck of the ship. I saw a large crowd of people standing there, wanting to get on board but they could not. They were all visibly sick and desperate to get on board. (The faction want to escape the coming judgments but cannot without repentance.) Either the ship had not yet left the dock or we were still really close to land. (The ship had not left yet because it is the earthquakes that separate it from the land and that is by miles, not feet.) There were security measures that had to be met before anyone could step foot onto the ship. (They must pass the tests of brotherly love.)  It was then that we realized that there had been an outbreak of a disease or virus and that all those people were sick and contagious. They looked very sick and unhealthy. (The factious people are spiritually sick and contagious to those who live in sin or do not love. (Gal.5:9) A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump.) It was at this time that the woman was tending to some children when a young black girl walked up to her and just started acting very crazy and threatening. (The ship is spiritual and this black girl is spiritual. She represents one who walks in darkness and not in light. (1Jn.1:7) but if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanseth us from all sin.)  She was very obviously sick with the virus. She became aggressive toward the woman. (The aggression they feel is that of the demons that infest them.) So the woman pulled out a can of mace or pepper spray or something and sprayed her in the face. The black girl ran off. We realized that she was sick and had somehow gotten through security and gotten on the ship. (This has happened as a test for those on the ship, but it has been less and less as the infected leave the ship or die as they have been doing, leaving a sanctified Bride.)  Then the scene changed and I was back at my home where I grew up (in his Father's house). There was a black kitten that got into the house. (This represents that rebellion against the Word and darkness that got into Father's house and must be thrown out.) It was really playful and seemed harmless. I was thinking of the viral outbreak in the earlier part of the dream and had a thought that possibly the kitten had been exposed to it and could possibly be contagious. (Gal.5:9) A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump. My thought was to get it out of the house before anyone got bitten or scratched. I tried to grab it but it ran. (When the demons are exposed, they always get offended and run.)  Eventually, I cornere it and decided to just grab it and get it out of there. I found myself thinking that I would rather take the risk of getting bitten myself than for someone else to get bitten. I grabbed the kitten and, sure enough, it scratched and bit me in the process. (As long as a person obeys the commands of God concerning factious people, they are immune. Demons must have legal rights which are disobedience to the Word. (Tit.3:10) A factious man after a first and second admonition refuse; (11) knowing that such a one is perverted, and sinneth, being self-condemned.   (Rom.16:7) Now I beseech you, brethren, mark them that are causing the divisions and occasions of stumbling, contrary to the doctrine which ye learned: and turn away from them. (18) For they that are such serve not our Lord Christ, but their own belly; and by their smooth and fair speech they beguile the hearts of the innocent. (2Jn.8) Look to yourselves, that ye lose not the things which we have wrought, but that ye receive a full reward. (9) Whosoever goeth onward and abideth not in the teaching of Christ, hath not God: he that abideth in the teaching, the same hath both the Father and the Son.   (10) If any one cometh unto you, and bringeth not this teaching, receive him not into your house, and give him no greeting: (11) for he that giveth him greeting partaketh in his evil works. (Jas.3:16) For where jealousy and faction are, there is confusion and every vile deed.) Then I woke up. (Unfortunately this person thought he could handle the cat, representing the faction, instead of being obedient to the commands to stay separate and was scratched and infected. He destroyed his family and died by the hand of the Lord.)   Wilderness Trials  David Eells 8/18/24    We are children of the last Adam, Jesus Christ. We are a new-creation man, meant to live above this world, and to walk in His ways and His steps, and that includes going into the “wilderness.” Let's read (Mat.4:1) Then was Jesus led up of the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil. (2) And when he had fasted forty days and forty nights, he afterward hungered. (3) And the tempter came and said unto him, If thou art the Son of God, command that these stones become bread.   (4) But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God. (5) Then the devil taketh him into the holy city; and he set him on the pinnacle of the temple, (6) and saith unto him, If thou art the Son of God, cast thyself down: for it is written, He shall give his angels charge concerning thee: and, On their hands they shall bear thee up, Lest haply thou dash thy foot against a stone.   (7) Jesus said unto him, Again it is written, Thou shalt not make trial of the Lord thy God. (8) Again, the devil taketh him unto an exceeding high mountain, and showeth him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them; (9) and he said unto him, All these things will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me. (10) Then saith Jesus unto him, Get thee hence, Satan: for it is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve. (11) Then the devil leaveth him; and behold, angels came and ministered unto him.     Jesus went through a 40-day wilderness trial before He overcame and then He brought God's people in His day through their wilderness. In our day, those who are in the First-fruits corporate body each go through their individual wilderness first; that's where they learn to walk in the principles of the Kingdom, which is the purpose of the wilderness. Moses was a First-fruits. He went through a 40-year wilderness before he overcame and then he went on to bring God's people through their own wilderness.   Many people don't understand that the wilderness is available to every Christian worldwide because the wilderness is not some physical location to which we go; it's a place in the Spirit. It's a place where we no longer depend upon the world and the principles of the world. It's a place where we are, instead, ruled by the principles of the Kingdom. We no longer trust in the world for our sustenance, our salvation, our healings, our deliverances, and so on. Scripture tells us that most of the Israelites who left Egypt never learned that lesson: (Psa.78:19) Yea, they spake against God; They said, Can God prepare a table in the wilderness? When they could no longer depend upon the flesh-pots of Egypt, they murmured continually. They found it hard to trust in the living God.    The Israelites, are just a type and a shadow for us. They went into a literal wilderness, but our wilderness is spiritual. Everybody who walks by faith goes into the wilderness. It's not by legalism put on us by others, its only by faith. Everybody who walks by faith in the commands and principles and promises of God automatically gives up salvation by works. The promises of God are for the whole man. They are meant to save us completely in spirit, soul, body and circumstance, and they are meant to do that totally outside the principles of this world.   As a matter of fact, He even gave us promises that are all-inclusive: (Mar.11:24) Therefore I say unto you, All things whatsoever ye pray and ask for, believe that ye received them (The original Greek word there is past tense.), and ye shall have them. Why does Jesus tell us to believe we have already received them? It's because everything that has to do with the salvation that the Lord gave us has already been accomplished. (1Pe.2:24) Who his own self bare our sins (that's past tense because it happened behind us) in his body upon the tree, that we, having died (that's past tense) unto sins, might live unto righteousness; by whose stripes ye were healed. Again, the word there is past tense.   All of the promises that have to do with the sacrifice of Christ on the cross are past tense. (Eph.2:8) For by grace have ye been saved (That's what it says in the original; it's past tense.) through faith; and that not of yourselves, [it is] the gift of God; (9) not of works, that no man should glory. You have been saved! (Col.1:13) Who delivered us out of the power of darkness, and translated us into the kingdom of the son of his love. You have been delivered out of the power of darkness. (Rom.6:18) And being made free from sin, ye became servants of righteousness. (11) Even so reckon ye also yourselves to be dead unto sin, but alive unto God in Christ Jesus. You were made free from sin!   When you realize that the Lord has already done this, there is nothing you can do of yourself to bring it to pass. You have to walk by faith in the fact that it is already accomplished. We enter into the New Testament “rest,” which many Christians erroneously think is a Saturday or a Sunday, but let's take a close look at what Scripture says about this “rest.” (Heb.4:1) Let us fear therefore, lest haply, a promise being left of entering into his rest, any one of you should seem to have come short of it. You see, the promises cause us to enter the rest because the promises are past tense and when you believe them you have to stop your own works to try to bring them to pass. (3) For we who have believed do enter into that rest; even as he hath said....   When you believe these promises, you enter into the rest. For instance, you cannot do anything to get healed, if you believe you were healed. The reason men run to man to get healing is because they don't believe Jesus has already healed them, but I'm telling you something that I know. For the past 50-plus years, I've been receiving healing because I realize that I don't have to do anything to bring it to pass. All I have to do is thank God for it. (Heb.13:8) Jesus Christ [is] the same yesterday and to-day, [yea] and forever. He still heals everyone who comes to Him by faith. If you accept that you were healed at the cross and you are not harboring unforgiveness or in any willful sin, then there's nothing that can keep you from receiving your healing.     (Heb.4:9) There remaineth therefore a sabbath rest for the people of God. The word “sabbath” there is the Greek word sabbatismos and it doesn't mean “a day of rest.” It means “a continual keeping of rest.” This is the true Sabbath that remains for the people of God. We have to cease from our own works everyday. (10) For he that is entered into his rest hath himself also rested from his works, as God did from his. God doesn't want our works; He doesn't believe in salvation by works. Whether you are talking about your spirit, your soul, your body or your circumstances, salvation is not by self-effort.     The apostle Paul also taught us, (2Co.12:9) And he hath said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for [my] power is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. You see, when we get out of the business of trying to save ourselves, God's very powerful to do it for us, just as He did for Paul, who went through a lot of trials because of the “thorn in the flesh” that was given to him. (7) And by reason of the exceeding greatness of the revelations, that I should not be exalted overmuch, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to buffet me, that I should not be exalted overmuch.     People like to say that the “thorn in the flesh” was a disease of the eyes or some other disability, but the Scripture plainly tells us that it was “a messenger of Satan to buffet” him and Paul lists for us these “buffetings”: (2Co.11:23) Are they ministers of Christ? (I speak as one beside himself) I more; in labors more abundantly, in prisons more abundantly, in stripes above measure, in deaths oft. (24) Of the Jews five times received I forty [stripes] save one. (25) Thrice was I beaten with rods, once was I stoned, thrice I suffered shipwreck, a night and a day have I been in the deep;    (26) [in] journeyings often, [in] perils of rivers, [in] perils of robbers, [in] perils from [my] countrymen, [in] perils from the Gentiles, [in] perils in the city, [in] perils in the wilderness, [in] perils in the sea, [in] perils among false brethren; (27) [in] labor and travail, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness. (28) Besides those things that are without, there is that which presseth upon me daily, anxiety for all the churches. He was brought into all those situations through weakness and in Paul's weakness God was made powerful. (29) Who is weak, and I am not weak? who is caused to stumble, and I burn not? (30) If I must needs glory, I will glory of the things that concern my weakness.  We need to do the same thing; we need to be weak to save ourselves. Many Christians today don't receive the deliverance they need because they keep trying to save themselves by their own efforts. Yet, what did Paul say? (2Ti.3:10) But thou didst follow my teaching, conduct, purpose, faith, longsuffering, love, patience, (11) persecutions, sufferings. What things befell me at Antioch, at Iconium, at Lystra; what persecutions I endured. And out of them all the Lord delivered me. Why is that? It's because Paul was being weak in that he wasn't trying to save himself. He gave himself into the hands of God because he believed the promises of God; he believed the Lord would always deliver him.    (2Ti.4:17) But the Lord stood by me, and strengthened me; that through me the message might be fully proclaimed, and that all the Gentiles might hear: and I was delivered out of the mouth of the lion. (18) The Lord will deliver me from every evil work, and will save me unto his heavenly kingdom: to whom [be] the glory forever and ever. Amen. And when Paul said the Lord would “save” him, he meant he would be saved like the Bible uses the word for “saved,” which is the Greek sozo. The word sozo is used for every manner of salvation of spirit, soul, body and circumstance. Sozo is used for deliverance from demons, for healing the body, for salvation of the soul and so on.     It's the same word the disciples used when they cried out to Jesus as their boat was sinking: (Mat.8:23) And when he was entered into a boat, his disciples followed him. (24) And behold, there arose a great tempest in the sea, insomuch that the boat was covered with the waves: but he was asleep. (25) And they came to him, and awoke him, saying, Save (that's the word sozo), Lord; we perish. (26) And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith? Then he arose, and rebuked the winds and the sea; and there was a great calm. (27) And the men marvelled, saying, What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him? They said, “Save, Lord,” and He saved them.     “The Lord will deliver me from every evil work.” Do you believe that? We're supposed to be going into a wilderness now. You can choose to enter into it by faith, by trusting in the promises of God, because God cannot fail you, if you believe in His promises. Or you can be forced into it, along with the Church, in the coming Tribulation. If you walk by faith now, then you are walking into that spiritual wilderness and I want to tell you that the wilderness is not as bad as you've heard.     The Lord told me many years ago, “I'm sending you through a wilderness, so that you can tell My people that I still supply there,” and He has proven that to me over and over by putting me in a position of weakness. For instance, the disciples never took up offerings for themselves; they only took up offerings for other people, so the Lord wouldn't let me take up offerings. He wouldn't let me tell anybody my personal needs. He wouldn't let me store up my treasures on earth. He wouldn't let me borrow money. He wouldn't let me sell things. He wouldn't let me take any government benefits. And through all of that, I haven't worked for man and I haven't taken worldly benefits.     God has faithfully sustained me; He's paid for everything all along the way. He put me in a wilderness, but it has nothing to do with a physical wilderness and He's never failed to meet our needs. I've shared with you before how I raised five children: they didn't know doctors, they didn't know medicine, they didn't know anything but the power of God. And God always fed them, except for one time when the Lord put the trial of a fast on them. For all of these years, God has faithfully fed us, paid our bills, made sure our lights stayed on, made sure our gas stayed on and so on. He's been totally, 100% faithful.     Yes, we are all going into a wilderness, but it's one that God made and He made it for our good. He is separating us from the world. He is behind the Beast kingdom and He is bringing the mark of the Beast (Revelation 3:17) to force us into this coming wilderness. The whole world is going to hate us. We won't have the help of “Egypt,” just as Israel didn't have the help of Egypt. We are going to be thrust upon the mercy and grace of God, and the only thing we really need to be sustained is to repent of our sins and believe His Word. And when we do that, we also should expect that we will be tried.   When you are tried over and over, and you see each time that God is faithful, you enter into the rest. You just hold fast to your confession and hold fast to the Word. You don't even worry about your trial anymore. You just rest in Him because you become hardened to your flesh, hardened to the world, hardened to temptation, and hardened to sin. (Rom.5:3) And not only so, but we also rejoice in our tribulations: knowing that tribulation worketh stedfastness (“patience”).    As a matter of fact, I've enjoyed the tribulation. The tribulation is trial on the flesh, but it's so neat to see God being a personal God and loving you enough to look after everything. That's what He really wants to do. He doesn't want to share His glory with man, which He's been having to do because His people always run to the world. They always run to Egypt and its methods and its ways.     Well, the Lord put me and my family in the wilderness and I'd like to share a few testimonies of how the Lord has been faithful to sustain us. The Lord actually multiplied food for us in more ways than one. Once we had run out of everything in the house, except for some spaghetti, so my wife cooked up a pot of spaghetti and we prayed over that pot because we didn't have anything else. But I want you to know that we weren't even considering that God wasn't going to bring any more for us to eat because He had been doing this for us for quite some time. Anyway, my wife cooked up this fairly big pot of spaghetti and it was about three-quarters full when we blessed it and we started eating. We probably ate that pot down to lower than halfway and when we were done, we didn't think about it, we just shoved that pot into the refrigerator.     The next day, when we took it back out and my wife lifted the lid, we saw that God had refilled the pot! She said, “David, do you remember that the spaghetti was down to here?” And she made a mark on the side. I said, “Yes, I remember.” Folks, the Lord had replaced everything we had eaten. God is awesome! You can't get anywhere where He can't supply. Think about those Israelites. He brought those Israelites water out of a rock. God can bring you water in the middle of a wilderness (Exodus 17:1-7; Numbers 20:2- 13), He can pay your taxes out of a fish's mouth (Matthew 17:24-27), He can bring you flesh out of the sky (Exodus 16:1-13; Numbers 11:18-20; 31-34) and bread out of the sky (Exodus 16:14-36; Numbers 11:7-9). Now, if our God can bring several million Israelites through a wilderness like that and feed them, just think what He can do with us, who are actually filled with His Spirit!     Another experience we had, that I thought was even more awesome, made me realize that you really cannot get anywhere God can't feed you. (Php.4:19) And my God shall supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus. If our God will supply our every need according to His riches in glory, then it has nothing to do with the economy and nothing to do with our surroundings. Even if you're in a desert, it has nothing to do with any of that. God made the promise; He's the One Who stands behind it and He will take care of you.   On this occasion, we came to another situation where we had run out of everything in the house and my wife asked, “What are we going to do?” I said, “Well, the Lord sent us here,” and she agreed. She said, “Yes.” So I told her, “You set the table and we'll go sit down at the table, and we'll eat.” So she did that and then she and I and our five children sat down around the table with these empty plates in front of us, and I prayed a simple prayer, really the only kind I know. I prayed, “Father, You sent us here and we're asking You to please fill these plates or fill our tummies.” That's just the way it came out of my mind and I'm sure the Lord put it in there because He wanted to show me something. (Php.2:13) For it is God who worketh in you both to will and to work, for his good pleasure.    And so the prayer had no sooner come out of my mouth when my oldest son said, “Dad, I'm full. I don't need to eat.” It wasn't long before another one said it, then another one, then another one and then I realized I was full, too. I thought, “Isn't that something!” He filled up all of us while we were just sitting there at the table. So you can't get anywhere where He cannot feed you.   Then there was one time I decided I wanted to grow tomatoes. It wasn't the Lord; I made that decision on my own. God didn't call me to grow tomatoes; He called me to study the Word of God and go out and share it with His people. But I just decided, “Well, I'll take on this hobby. I'll plant some tomatoes.”   Now, the house we lived in at that time was under big oak trees and we didn't have any sunshine in my yard, except for one place, so I planted the tomatoes in five-gallon buckets. That way, I could move them to keep them in the sun as the season went on. Soon, lots of little tomatoes popped out, but they didn't hardly get to be any size at all before the birds came and just took them all away. And I asked, “Lord, why did You let that happen?” The Lord answered, “I didn't call you to plant tomatoes; that was your idea. I have other things for you to do. Now get about what I told you to do.” So, of course, I told Him, “Yes, Sir!” and I never said anything to anybody about trying to grow my own tomatoes.     Well, the very next day, a lady who was acquainted with us was going to a local tomato farm to get tomatoes for her family and while she was out there picking these monster tomatoes, the Lord spoke to her and said, “I want you to pick a bag of these for David Eells.” She said, “Okay.” And she brought me a big bag of the largest, most luscious-looking tomatoes I'd seen in a long, long time. You know, the Lord was kind of rubbing my nose in it when the lady brought me those tomatoes the next day and I thought to myself, “I really couldn't have grown anything like those, Lord.” I had to come to that place of weakness before He would do this miracle.   We've also often prayed for very specific things and the Lord has always done miracles for us. One morning, we prayed for Him to send us poultry, mayonnaise and cheese. We asked Him for those three things and we didn't tell anybody, not a soul. This is the way God gets the glory. I remember a brother many years ago, who was an elder in the Church with me. He used to be a part of the prosperity movement, where the people would brag out in public about what God was going to do. They would tell everybody, “I'm believing God for this,” or, “I'm believing God for that,” so eventually someone else in the congregation would feel like they had to have compassion on their brother in “need” and they would bring it to them. God doesn't get any glory from that.     When you ask God for something, just believe Him. Then, when it comes, He gets the credit. So we didn't tell anybody about our needs, but that day and the next day, all three of those things came. We had a friend who was going out of town and she had this large jar of mayonnaise that she didn't want to leave in her refrigerator until she came back, so she brought it over to us. And then another person brought us a turkey and the cheese. It was exactly what we asked from God. You may wonder, “Would God do that for me, David?” I guarantee you He would. God is no respecter of persons.    (Act.10:34) And Peter opened his mouth and said, Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons: (35) but in every nation he that feareth him, and worketh righteousness, is acceptable to him. God is a respecter of faith, but He's no respecter of persons. He won't do anything for me that He won't do for you. I'm just trying to teach you how to be weak and to exercise faith at the same time, so that you are in this ideal position in the wilderness to see miracles from God. We've received so many over the years, I've forgotten most of them, but I can tell you that He consistently met our needs and we saw many, many miracles.   I like to share this next story because it tickles me. My children all wanted to go camping one day, but when I was a kid, I did so much camping, I've had enough of it. I like my bed and I was making up excuses. Well, I'd been back there before, walking through the woods where they wanted to go, and finally I told them, “There's nothing there to start a fire with and, really, we don't have any permission to cut down any of those trees back there,” but they were begging me, “Awww, Daddy, please.” So I gave in and we packed up our tents and other gear, and we took off into the woods.    Now, there was a downed tree in the little opening in the woods that we picked for our campsite and I want you to know that downed trees were hard to find in those woods. We set up our tents and I sent out the kids to go gather firewood, but everything they dragged back was either rotten, or little twigs and branches, or pieces of tree bark. I told them, “That stuff just makes smoke; it doesn't really make fire.” And I sent them out again, and while I was waiting, I walked a little bit away from the camp. I was kind of praying, asking the Lord to provide for us and I had told them earlier that there was nothing to use for a fire and we couldn't cut down other people's trees. Well, I had walked maybe 20 or 30 feet away from the tent when I came across this little lump on the ground.     The floor of those woods was completely covered with leaves and this was just a lump in the leaves, but when I kicked it as I walked through it, I hit something solid. So I backed up and raked all the leaves off, and there was a pillowcase on the ground. I pulled the pillowcase back and there was a Poulan chainsaw on the ground. I thought, “Wow! Wouldn't it be something if this would crank?” because we had a downed tree right there by the campsite. Sure enough, it cranked. I cut up enough wood to have a really good fire the whole time we were there. I tell you, when that chainsaw cranked and I cut up that wood, I was thinking, “I'm sorry, Lord! Forgive me! I repent, because I said You couldn't supply us with wood back here.”     God had somebody plant a chainsaw out in the middle of the woods so it would be there waiting for us because God sees the end from the beginning. He doesn't dwell in time; He has no problem meeting your needs. He will have it there when you get there. (Isa.65:24) And it shall come to pass that, before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear. See, He answers before we call and He can have our provision already there or He can manufacture it. It makes no difference to Him.    When Jesus brought the disciples into the wilderness, He multiplied the food there. (Mat.14:15) And when even was come, the disciples came to him, saying, The place is desert (The Greek word there is eremia and it can be translated as “desert,” “wilderness” or “uninhabited place.”), and the time is already past; send the multitudes away, that they may go into the villages, and buy themselves food. (16) But Jesus said unto them, They have no need to go away; give ye them to eat. (17) And they say unto him, We have here but five loaves, and two fishes. (18) And he said, Bring them hither to me.    (19) And he commanded the multitudes to sit down on the grass; and he took the five loaves, and the two fishes, and looking up to heaven, he blessed, and brake and gave the loaves to the disciples, and the disciples to the multitudes. (20) And they all ate, and were filled: and they took up that which remained over of the broken pieces, twelve baskets full. (21) And they that did eat were about five thousand men, besides women and children. Jesus was raising up disciples. He was the teacher and He was showing them, “This is how you do it.” Then they went off into their tribulation, the Book of Acts, and they repeated what they saw. The Man-child, Who was Jesus then, was God's provision in the wilderness and, folks, nothing has changed. God's going to do it again; He's just going to repeat it with a larger group of people. Since we didn't have a big worldly income, we prayed for everything and God brought it. Back before I started full-time in ministry, we decided we were going to stop using money for the things that we needed. Instead, we started praying for what we needed and we saw God just do miracles. Things we would normally buy with money, we prayed for and God would bring them. Any money we had, we would use for His Kingdom. Folks, there are different ways you can enter into the wilderness, but all of them give you confidence in God's faithfulness. You'll find that God's going to be there and He's going to supply your needs. If you need something, pray for it. Put faith in God. It honors Him and it builds your faith. Amen! 

Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player.  Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Inhale a long, slow breath that opens you from the center, a breath that spreads through you like the branches of a tree.  LONG PAUSE Now, draw in another breath, and trace its path  as it opens and relaxes any tension in your body. LONG PAUSE Imagine yourself  walking on a city sidewalk  in the cool of the evening, in a city full of life. PAUSE And, as you walk along the sidewalk, you notice lights all around you, lights full of colors, pulsing in the night air. PAUSE And along your walk, you pass people sitting at an outdoor cafe, laughing, eating, and  sipping cappuccino. PAUSE You give the people a smile and a gesture of “hello.” And the people smile in return and nod to you as you pass by. PAUSE Now, imagine  something in the sky that catches your attention– lights and colors from fireworks burst across the sky. PAUSE You stop for a moment and take in the magic  of the beautiful flowery shapes that open then cascade from the sky. PAUSE You look around  at the people who “Oooh” and “Awww” in pure joy as each firework blossoms, one right after the other. PAUSE Then you continue along your walk, until you reach a bookstore, open and alive with  people of the night. PAUSE You enter the bookstore and listen as a young couple reads poetry to each other, eyes smiling with love. PAUSE Your eye catches an older man, with a beard and black glasses, cozied up in a big, fluffy chair, turning the pages of a philosophy book. PAUSE And as you walk deeper into the store, you notice the shelves and shelves of books– books of all colors, shapes, and sizes. PAUSE While looking at the books, you pass a row where one book stands out, where one book calls to you. PAUSE You go to the book and remove it from the shelf. The book feels comfortable, familiar, so you open it. PAUSE As you look at the page, words pop out. They twist and turn until they form  a message of encouragement just for you. What do those words say? PAUSE You pull the book to your heart and listen, as your mind whispers,  the message again and again, until the message is nestled into your heart and mind. PAUSE And then, after a moment, you close the book  and quietly thank it for the message, as you gently place it on the shelf. PAUSE Then you leave the bookstore and begin walking again.  The cool air kisses your cheeks and you draw a sweater in tight. PAUSE You walk to another cafe where people laugh, eat, and sip cappuccino. And you order something  to warm you inside, something you swirl, as the steam climbs from the cup. PAUSE While seated at the cafe, you pull out a pen and jot the encouraging words on a napkin. Then tuck the napkin  in a pocket. PAUSE You sip your warm drink and put your hand on the napkin. And as the warmth  from your drink spreads through you, so do the words on the napkin. They become part of you. PAUSE You draw in a deep breath, take one more sip of your drink, and then walk away in the night, knowing the words from the book are now your words of truth. Namaste, Beautiful

Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player.  Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Inhale a long, slow breath that opens you from the center, a breath that spreads through you like the branches of a tree.  LONG PAUSE Now, draw in another breath, and trace its path  as it opens and relaxes any tension in your body. LONG PAUSE Imagine yourself  walking on a city sidewalk  in the cool of the evening, in a city full of life. PAUSE And, as you walk along the sidewalk, you notice lights all around you, lights full of colors, pulsing in the night air. PAUSE And along your walk, you pass people sitting at an outdoor cafe, laughing, eating, and  sipping cappuccino. PAUSE You give the people a smile and a gesture of “hello.” And the people smile in return and nod to you as you pass by. PAUSE Now, imagine  something in the sky that catches your attention– lights and colors from fireworks burst across the sky. PAUSE You stop for a moment and take in the magic  of the beautiful flowery shapes that open then cascade from the sky. PAUSE You look around  at the people who “Oooh” and “Awww” in pure joy as each firework blossoms, one right after the other. PAUSE Then you continue along your walk, until you reach a bookstore, open and alive with  people of the night. PAUSE You enter the bookstore and listen as a young couple reads poetry to each other, eyes smiling with love. PAUSE Your eye catches an older man, with a beard and black glasses, cozied up in a big, fluffy chair, turning the pages of a philosophy book. PAUSE And as you walk deeper into the store, you notice the shelves and shelves of books– books of all colors, shapes, and sizes. PAUSE While looking at the books, you pass a row where one book stands out, where one book calls to you. PAUSE You go to the book and remove it from the shelf. The book feels comfortable, familiar, so you open it. PAUSE As you look at the page, words pop out. They twist and turn until they form  a message of encouragement just for you. What do those words say? PAUSE You pull the book to your heart and listen, as your mind whispers,  the message again and again, until the message is nestled into your heart and mind. PAUSE And then, after a moment, you close the book  and quietly thank it for the message, as you gently place it on the shelf. PAUSE Then you leave the bookstore and begin walking again.  The cool air kisses your cheeks and you draw a sweater in tight. PAUSE You walk to another cafe where people laugh, eat, and sip cappuccino. And you order something  to warm you inside, something you swirl, as the steam climbs from the cup. PAUSE While seated at the cafe, you pull out a pen and jot the encouraging words on a napkin. Then tuck the napkin  in a pocket. PAUSE You sip your warm drink and put your hand on the napkin. And as the warmth  from your drink spreads through you, so do the words on the napkin. They become part of you. PAUSE You draw in a deep breath, take one more sip of your drink, and then walk away in the night, knowing the words from the book are now your words of truth. Namaste, Beautiful

We put another cursed chapter of Muppet Babies to bed by reading it a story and singing it a good night song. Awww, it's sleeping... isn't it such a cute little cursed chapter? Anyway, Muppet Babies is kind of good this week. SORRY! Episodes covered: "Muppet Goose," "Bad Luck Bear," "Of Mice and Muppets," and "Back to the Nursery" Check out http://kermitmentstuff.com/ to get your Kermitment merch! Kermitment has a Patreon! Running a podcast is deceptively expensive work, so by becoming our Patron, you help us cover those costs and allow us to do funner, cooler stuff in the future! Find out more here! Visit our website to find a link to the Kermitment Patreon and more fun stuff at http://Kermitment.com! If you can't get enough Kermitment, follow @KermitmentPod, where we'll tweet fun stuff and interact with our listeners! And you can follow each of us individually: Matt: @MatthewGaydos Sam: @im_sam_schultz

Welcome back, listeners, to Changing Faces Collections! James comes back to finish off his latest 3 part mix series here on Collections, and he is doing it in style with some deep chilled out deep house! So let's check it out! Awww yeeaa!   Tracklist: London Grammar - Hey Now (JOBE Edit) - Ministry Of Sound Recordings Zero 7 - Don't Call It Love - Make Records H.O.S.H - Dancer - Diynamic Axel Boman - Purple Drank - Pampa Records AndHim Feat. Högni - Stay Close To Me - Superfriends Records Black Coffee Feat. Msaki - Wish You Were Here (Guy Mantzur Remix) Ale Cominotti - Puede Ser - Self Release 3rd Collective - Don't Deny (James Chang Remix) - DeepWit Recordings Adryiano - Open Up (Kastil Remix) - Soul Notes Recordings Fatima Yamaha - What's A Girl To Do - Magnetron Music Evren Furtuna - Lost In The Jungle - Kiksuya Records   James Chang: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/iamjameschang/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/IamJamesChang Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jameschangmusic SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/iamjameschang Others: https://www.residentadvisor.net/dj/jameschang

WARNING – This episode presents content on workplace fatalities – listener discretion is advised.With a word play on cosmetics branding, Trajce frames the scenario explained by Sara: A naturally curious 14 y/o, an electric display vehicle, a shopping centre, and the make up counter. “This is like a red bull, a caged beast,” Trajce makes the analogy, “An ‘Awww. Stay. Louder!'“ moment, much to Alan's pained laughter.“No monkeying about,” leads Alan, as Sara describes another news story about work in the zoo when a worker gets caught inside the enclosure of a silver back gorilla, Elmo. Sara talks about communication and human-information processing using visual storyboarding to improve work practice, a design strategy that differs from convention risk and compliance measures.

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Davi takes another walk with the official ScapeGOAT "Positivity Coach", Prisca! The ladies discuss new relationships, love unrequited, loss, and grief. They'll discover our newest personal monster, The MOTH Man! Watch out for those bugs that are out to steal your light! Plus, the current dynamic they're HATING but weirdly impressed with, which celebrity they'd be a foot-double for, They'll help you translate those "backhanded compliments", what people really mean when they say you're "intimidating", and teach you how not to be a target ever again! And medical mysteries that got the girls accepting friendship applications from any interested listeners!   Davi and Prisca are taking to the streets to remind you; just because you've only had broken doesn't mean you only deserve broken. And if you can still love those that don't have the ability - imagine what you can do for someone that loves you back! Stop being so hard on you. You deserve more AWWW and gentleness from yourself today!  You want access to the exclusive audio missing from this episode? Hear all the bits that no one else gets, like "My Lymph Node Tried to Yolanda Me!" or long, lost episodes "10 Things Your Boss Should NEVER Say to You"!  SEARCH and SUBSCRIBE to : "Davi The ScapeGOAT PLUS" on the platform you listen to your favorite podcasts and you'll get updates directly to your app!  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Find Me On Broadway 001: {VEEP} (AN OWSLA CONFIDENTIAL EXCLUSIVE} FROM GOOGLE “Veep” 2012 ‧ Sitcom ‧ 7 seasons "Politics is about people," former Sen. Selina Meyer is fond of saying. Unfortunately, the people Meyer, a charismatic leader and rising star in her party, meets after becoming vice president are nothing like she expected, but everything she was warned about. "Veep" follows the VP as she puts out political fires, juggles her public schedule and private life, and does everything within her limited powers to improve her dysfunctional relationship with the chief executive. Meyer's trusted -- and some not-so-trusted -- sidekicks include chief of staff Amy, one-time spokesperson Mike, and right-hand man Gary. “The New Adventures of Old Supacree” This is not what I intentioned. Well, what had you intentioned, dammit , how do you spell her name? Spell it? I can barely say it! “C'cx– WRONG. How would you say this name. Axel? Thas' a stupid name Not for a Rockstar. That's already a rockstar Is it? Whatever, man. The Rock must have been buzzing in some sort of special way on this day; because for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had finally rearranged the remainder of my seemingly new surroundings— the miniature Keurig— a status symbol, of course— looked handsome on the work desk— the cat tree seemed to match, though with no actual feesible monetary income,, no actual cat, and no end in sight— the tree itself would have to be enough to lift my spirits. It was a nice cat tree, almost untouched and looking very brand new— though the couch had a few scratches, though easily hidden with the decorative use of a couple throws—at least I had a couch, and all that was left to accomplish before fully enjoying was to arrange an order of Febreeze to rid it of its previous owner's dandruff smell, and general mismanagement—besides that, it was itself almost brand new as well, and it seemed a strange new world to wake up in, after sleeping in a nearly empty apartment for 6 months; there was 6 months left in my lease, and I was getting nervous that they would try to push me out—hopefully I would find someplace better, or at the very least higher up—with the same amenities intact. Still, I was working as diligently as in could on organizing—at least the recordings, to put together the next group of projects as quickly as I could— nevermind the writing—and there was so, so much of it, I hadn't a clue what to do. I had been avoiding Rockefeller Plaza like the plague for quite sometime—it always made me nervous in a sort of way I didn't understand, in that I would pulsate and vibrate differently, and more often times than not, was upset and concerned that I had yet to go to the top—a costly feat—nor could I afford to entertain or enjoy any of the amusements at the bottom—not that I wanted to, as the older I got, and especially the longer time spent in New York, the more off putting the public and large crowds were—particularly after a remarkably disgusting respiratory infection I caught on new years, battling a crowd which became impossible to move through at all—let alone see the ball drop—and I had learned my lesson, especially after The Macy's Day parade; the crowds in New York were disgustingly unbearable, and in order to get a good view of anything, you would have to arrive nearly a full day early, and simply camp—now I knew why people packed around collapsible lawn chairs on holiday weekends. I had been blindsided by Fallon towards the end of the Macy's day parade—I hadn't any clue at all that he apparentlyboarticipated annually, as it had been years since I had watched the parade myself with my parents—and still, it was iconic—I always wanted to go. Still, and even though I had only written very little of him up to that point, I found it disasterous that as his name was announced and the float which carried him and The Roots, the best late night band on Television, not by opinion, but by fact—as I had most recently been studying and researching as thoroughly as I could all of the late night hosts since the dawning of Television in preparation to write this pilot, The TV People, short handed to TVP—and just then I recalled a dream from the night before, about Pat Kirkpatrick—for the first time in the dream world, it wasn't Fallon at all, but Pat Kirkpatrick. I couldn't remember the dream, nor could I seemingly work myself out of the rut that had been the plateau in writing the show—the show itself was heavy, with so many characters, all of which each had been given detailed and specific personalities, livelihoods, and backgrounds—in fact, I hadn't written anything in such a way since college, with detail—actually, I had never written anything so detailed at all, so character oriented that the character analyses filled entire pages of documents with excruciating vividness, as if these people were real. Well, now they were—and Fallon was neither Patrick as I was Esha, and the story has taken its own form, still however birthing an incredibly awkward and romanticized fascination and near obsession with the TV people themselves—not that I would feed it to be so. I blocked out the news outlets, the media, the alrogithm's suggestions to watch bits and pieces of Fallon, though, however, I refused, and somehow, I didn't need it. Fearfully so, he was somewhere lodged deep somewhere inside of me—and I was even sort of embarrassed to have written some of the things I had of his essence, however prophetic it seemed to be, that for about a three week period between April and May, I seemed to have gone off into a trance of sorts, writing for hours and experiencing vivid visions of this show, The TV Prople, alongside writing The Festival Project ™ And all of its markers—there were so many worlds, so many ways throughout them—and now as I had realized, I had actually been writing about Fallon nearly as long as I had been writing about Sonny, but differently. I had never of course come face to face with Fallon as I had the latter—and still—found it somewhat nessecary to hide my face beneath a mask as his float passed my viewing spaf , an elevated view from the staircase of some church, which had happened to be perfect—and although I was certain it's not as if he was looking for or at me—I had just then been writing of this Cosmic Avenger, and hadn't any idea at the time of Fallon in reality having been an actual magician, and still— with cameras everywhere, and knowing even what I had written—I didn't want to be caught by any passing cameras with any sort of blush or worse—a smile on my face as the float passed— a smile which would flash my atrocious gap-tooth and crooked smile I was sure was permanent, by then having been in the homeless shelter nearly a year. As soon as his name was announced, I promptly pulled up my mask, hiding under my sunglasses. I had already been caught on camera earlier in the parade gawking at some float—now was not the time to be caught gawking again. He, like Rob Lowe seemed impeccably professional and well-rehearsed, like a cartoon character— he was, after all, kind of a cartoon character, however now, even if it was partly due to my own writing, I took him more seriously. There was a darkness about him— a sometimes glassy-eyed, almost scary darkness that told me, even a world away, not to fuck with this dude—some kind of animal or monster I was sure we both shared, however mine more the type and category of insatable and undernourished and his more peaking its head out in the form of a multi-millionaire network puppet, which housed an untamable powerhouse of musicianship, manhood, and wit— it's true, I was finally scared of him, knowing after all what the true tears of a clown could be, a dangerous man in a uniformed suit, the Everyman for the programmed masses, and the funny man with a jig to dance, a story to tell, and an indoor life— secret realm within I was sure no one knew. I fed the monster with respect to the home, happy wife, and children— I, after all, loved love, and only wanted it for myself, leaving alone the parts of a man I had found and was sure was broken enough to have left me puzzled and star studded rather than struck as I always was, tears welling up at the thought of it that something should be mended neither I or anything I was could not fix—I continued to write, however, knowing I was walking on glass barefoot and tiptoeing on eggshells around the mass media conglomerate of the network that stood between my feeble world and his, the higher ups— and beyond: it was, after all, a level system— and now with a beautifully decorated and fully apartment, besides my mattress on the floor instead of the space saving loft bed I had wanted—though it looked just right with the piano bench as a headboard, housing my crystals and new globe, plus a colorful collection of books I could crack open as I awoke to the morning light, no longer so early but increasingly later, as I shifted into the insomniatic habits of a true DJ and music producer, still writing and reading in the mornings, however— I had to wonder what level I was truly on. My apartment looked like a home. The decor was better than I could have imagined myself even, the tasteful furnishings and modern elegance shifting my reality— no longer an empty apartment, now a fashionable hub for art and creation. I assumed the cat would come along in the winter, with any hopes that I would finish my albums by then—and also looming over me— my last life, and the people in it struggling to call up to me in this very ascended realm, which I was lucky to inhabit. ‘Thank you God for your many blessings' My wishes it seemed, had been granted— magic did indeed seem real, and though I had an Amazon return packages and ready to go— there wasn't a time and place I could see myself as ready to even be near The Rock, some festering bulletwound in my heart, all that I had written, not just of Fallon, but of the rest of the people I had honored by word mark but had not yet the status or wealth to have ever known as human at all, but more products of the program; with intention, however, it was the path I had followed to be destined here somehow though small codes and doorways, signals and symbols which called to me and seemed only I could see—but were there in plain sight, and with the right eyes, had meant more than I ever dreamed anything could— open doors to a world I had indeed created myself, and in turn, the world in which I lived had also been created around me. I had to, in my mind, find the light inside all of whom I studied, to humanize myself—nurturing some fascination of fame and celebrity inside which still stood unanswered, the question of why and how one becomes so high up that without trying, that I might continue to find them in my mind's eye and in my world, on the outside, time after time. —tales of a superstar DJ. The men with the littlest dicks Drive the loudest bikes And they talk too much About nothing To no one The men with the littlest dicks Do the littlest things I call it niggardly Dispite the color Follow the leader To instill fear Within earshot The men with the littlest dicks Want the skinniest women The chicks who remind them of Innocence lost A childhood spent Getting boredom for freedom And allowences for doing nothing The men with the littlest dicks Do the littlest shit Like make everyone miserable Yes, it is a miserable existence, Never being wanted, however I should know better than this TINA FEY SON OF A BITCH. (Everyone's still drunk) What. Why, what happened? He got here before us. What?! How do you know? [pause] Okay. This weird detour is paying off in some kind of way— I'm still heavily obsessed with the fact that Johnny Carson referred to his weird drunken jacking off as “cranking it” ON TV. On something close to live television in like— The 80's Was it the 80's? I don't know, And apparently even Johnny Carson doesn't know, because he was “sauced”, So let's just go ahead and add that to the list of ghosts I have to track down for making me squeal like a little fucking schoolgirl. However, I'm half convinced, He's still around— Oh yes. I do believe these— THIS MAN— Oh, holy shit here it goes. HERE'S JOHNNY! Aw, fuck. I told you not do. What was I supposed to do—?! Not do it It was a blood oath— I told you— Mi had to do it. *shrugs* Well, now, you're fucked. STAY DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER. Ooh. This is gonna hurt. I swear to god, Every day of my life: I will KILL YOU YOU CANT KILL ME. AND EVERY DAY THAT YOU DO NOT DIE; I WILL JUST STAY DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER— DIE, MOTHERFUCKER— GO. TO. SLEEP. aaaaaGGGGHhHHHHHHHHHHHH. —I WILL KILL YOU . Don't give up! Seriously! Seriously, I got money on this.z Really? What. How much. Just $10. Oh. That's good Yeah, but it's the only cash I've had in months! I forgot what it was. I'm rich, Everything's cashless. Tickets! Get your tickets! Ze are cheaper here on ze black market. “The Black Market” How much for this one? $9 I'll take three. What the fuck is wrong with you? I WILL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP. I'M A DJ, BITCH. I DONT SLEEP. Have you ever thought about . What you're gonna be— When you die? Yeah. I've been thinking about it a lot. Okay, what is it. I get three right? Right, yeah. A Superstar DJ. Okay, that's good. What else? A rockstar Okay, what else? A mom. That's it? Yeah, man. I die and gone to heaven, right? Right. So that's it. What's the wager? Four horses. Got it. What exactly brings you here to bargain? My fat and heavy nuts. No questions asked. —tales of a Supersrar DJ VO I didn't know he called back. I didn't even see the message. I feel like such a piece of shit. I am a piece of shit. Worthless. My eyes itch, My nose bleeds My heart hurts now, I'm all gone Dark on Mondays All gone Gone till Sunday All done I was never an good mother No Just a ghost with a gun I was never on top of the world, son Just under it Now I'm all out of something I can't put my hand on And I'm all out of love, No one wants me Imm washed up One hand on the guitar One foot in the door And one head in the oven I'm all done I'm all done My eye itches My nose bleeds The noose loosens, I fall down I'm so stuck on an old number I'm so lost that I'm found now. —I'm so sorry But no one else is Tie me to the bed And watch me bleed So full of disinterest and vinegar Remember to tie me to the crossword In the times tomorrow Four rainbows for your dumb luck A forced fuck from one goat The other still doesn't row well It's a long boat It's a long story It goes untold They all turn to the one who wants to hurt me In the long run Nobody will ever love me again So I'm told Might as well find a bottle of ferment To grow up in Swallow bottles of old wine With a sour tongue Unremarkable SHOUT! Defamed you, Heroism in the— Never hatred, but indifference, Circumstances. Circumcisions Misdirection, Big decisions Defense strategy? To exit— Just as quickly as it all begins to fade away Nearly as quickly as it started, Newfound freedom near the exit, After happenstance, Never afraid to admit to neglect Selected supplies, For fear of the eye Goddammit it, late night people Of course; when was it last you saw letterman on a surfboard? Almost never? Forget to fear them, The men in mirrors, The sharks in surfboards, The writer's block, over The rockstar on opioids Does it hurt anybody else this much to just stand here If Tweety's the Canarybird, When who am I to call myself a cat, Sylvester! The silver streaks in his hair, The glaze in his eyes The break in his heart The health of the hoax FUCK YOU FALLON I hope your ratings went up Just a bit Just a bit I hope you CRANK THIS Up in your car While I forgot about you I hope the peanut butter goes with the jelly The couch fits with the vision covers The cookies go with the coffee haven't mopped the floor yet, of course All out of Pablo santo For your information I just didn't make the grade Cause teacher hates me I still haven't found a mate With every amen I hate me Almost as much as I hate myself And I So I can't be God itself Cause I love that thing Alright? Amen! Can I have a can opener or three to set the record straight Can I scratch as fast as I sniff up every tear Every line of cocaine Every autograph? No you can't. Just know that my landlord has a thougsand bathrooms I can't find my hat, my gun— And where the fuck are the bananas CONAN O BRIEN EXCUSE MY FRENCH, BUT FUCK YOU, WOAAAAAH, CONAN! WOAH! WHAT DID I DO?! You— You fucked up the entire fucking ecosystem With CUMSLUTS! WHAT THE FUCK, BRO! Can you even SAY any of that?! I just did! Which network do you work for?! Where's Fallon at?! he's dead, bro! He's dead?! Yeah! For what?! I don't know. I just found out. Well. What happened. Someone shot him. Again?! Yeah, but like, way worse this time. So they finally got him, ah? No, he died of a heart attack. What! Then they shot him. What. That doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense. This scene is running long. I thought so. DIRECTOR CUT. That was great. Thanks. Except—Conan. Yes? You're too tall. What? Next. Take I want you to try it— Like— Just the way you just did it— Uh huh But smaller: What do you mean? Like, less tall. Oh. Alright. BREAK FOR LUNCH. “The Everymans” 01 I'll know why soon I'm sure It hurts with every word You're sleeping on my floor I'm fuming in the north My foot goes through the door Where were you then, When the mystery ends When the miser's the minister, Mistral and instrumentalist Ah Magic; illusion Illustrious industry Interdependent television Radio signals, Satelites Entropy Trophy wives, Fight clubs Back at nine Nick at night Every time is every time Time is all you need, and Time is on your side, if You just follow me Reader's remorse Writer's digest Try to sit still for a moment, Take a lesson From your friends here So when, then should I trade my Brand new pants in for a suit The bird said The cat damaged (I can't yet) Can of soup to open, Oh yes Cambells is it? Warhol knows best 02 I thought I told you I don't want to Owe you Are you Over it Somebody once told me You were holy Somebody once told me To hold onto Somebody once said Turn the light off But I've been trying To buy fire Someone's in the box, God Someone once told me Someone let me out—God? Someone once told me Fuck it, I just want to hold you I don't want to own you I just want to Someone once told me Beware of you Someone else told me Be there for you Someone once told me The hair of dog Ought to get you along I got handfuls of songs With no worlds yet Someone once told me Someone once told me Someone once told me Someone once told me. Someone's in the box, God Someone once told me Someone let me out—God? Someone once told me Somebody once told me You were holy Somebody once told me To hold onto I thought I told you I don't want to Owe you Are you Over it 03 I'm a multidimensional wordsmith Sike! I'm a psychopath wrecking your whole home Won't you wound my womb? (I won't go ) Won't you hold onto my world? (Why won't you?) Sorry, I slipped on the mat this morning Stumbling over you Thought it was afternoon Don't want to give you The news, cause you wrote it all Causes for dollars Indifference, disasters, sons Why won't you hold me like you used to? Why don't I know the answers to the crosswords? Why don't you meet me at the crossroads with your— No, no, Don't do that Don't call it home To be continued Where were you this morning, When I stumbled in To love you? She said At the forefront of your honor's worth If all you are's a wordsmith, m god unlock you Pen and paper Gun in holster Officer, Pull down the trigger Don't want to give you The news, cause you wrote it all Causes for dollars Indifference, disasters, sons No, no, Don't do that Don't call it home To be continued Once upon a time, All my eyes were brown (The money, the power, the respect) Now those days are gone The world is still round (At least I thought) The misery set in again They said the lows would come I did hate Mondays, after all With no sun to come up And look forward to Fast forward— Did you ever see that? Well, that is technically the back door. I almost forgot about that place. That's because it doesn't exist. It had to exist. Now I've seen it at least twice Hey! How'd you do that. Christ, he is a magician Oh yeah, Cosmos factory. They said the lows were coming. Maybe I needed them to finish that thing— I swear I missed Something The ghost (The other one, anyway) Dillon was a ghost, once No, ghost was the ghost, but we were —close. Good friends. Imaginary friends. Anyway. Fuck this nonsense. Nonsense, is it Just— Don't make me slit my wrists again. I remembered this day for something Wonder what. Maybe nothing I hate Mondays Guess this is the job, This is the job, I was wondering about the suit. So, are you a parrot, a puppet, or a mimick. I swear to god that's him. Good, Now I don't ever have to watch him. Oh shit, Fuck this playlist Are you sure “saved by the cowbell” God, I feel like shit, And I shouldn't be hungry But I'm starving inside For some loving Someone help me Somebody, something I'm suffering, suffocating Need him, Reeling, Reading Sinking, Feeling —but shouldn't be crying. I digress, however It was an interesting Day to digest God, I forgot about this— A whole soundtrack Jesus Christ, Bring it back; I like who your wife is —would you write that? Would you admit to dying on the cross once? Would you admit to admiring Ms, Robinson Would you wash out the Robin in Williams Look at Carson I defect to default Cracked asfault, to decadence Desire or what have you I haven't, I promise I would not admit to wanting, Something like a cupcake Something else is in there Figure it out Danger The five pointer approaches With heroic intolerance Suddenly, it's gone, God Mustn't be the Republicans, For the most part, I would want that For fear of the liberals, And my rent controlled apartment I've got two thumbs, too, You know I've got Jews up my ass for the asking I've got mom up my spine for the others Fucking assholes —so this is what it means to be married to the music, huh No one to really hold you, But I told you, I've got golden globes and Oscars Every morning Motorcycles for the morons I've got daughters for your doorknobs —Know you're sorry now Catch the drum pattern Your heart should stop fluttering With butter on it Weren't we all once prostitutes In foster care The others wouldn't dare To call a fountain out For the fountains— Busy training you Safe to say a savior says I do, And then doesn't For the most part I'm a woman With the wants And the body of a God FUCKING WATCH IT, CARSON but you got that all on a card, love. All on a card, fuck. What was your wish, You dumb motherfucker? Look what I got the other ones. Hi Cosmo. Hi Wanda. Awww. I love them. Dead drunk by tomorrow I hope, I choke on sunsets. He keeps taking you away someplace, Where is it? Does nobody else know this place? No. Nobody else can see this! Well, that's fucked up. I had a dream I was at your wake. That would be great. I wrote a scene where your obituary just said “lol” “lol” What! That's it?! Yeah. And It's not even capitalized! That's it, I've had enough. Throw the whole world away. What. just throw it away. Damn dog, You okay? No. I'm homeless. That's okay. You smell like a whole ass alien. What? Come to my place. I figured this would have more depth. I— Nevermind. It is, like torture, you know— this thing. I didn't do it on purpose. get oFF of me. getawayfromme. Okay, I'm taking my bread out of the freezer. You sure are eating a lot today . You sure are sounding like a pain in my big, fat, ass. I— That ought to shut you up. Look! CUMSLUTS! NICE. Get off of my boat. What. Aye-aye, captain. (Duck dives) Wait. What just happened? Mi think I might have— Great, Now there are things about this— I can't even write. This secret dies with me. Kill that bitch. Fucking great. So, Where were you on 9/11 again? I'll deal with this later. I gotta go. Wait, where are you going? Fuck you, that's where. Wait! If you saw me hanging from the rafters Would you ahoot to kill Or come to shoot me down? At long last, Disaster Are there tears in your denial As the memorandum sets in? Neither there or neither farther am I Father, Can you call again? I haven't heard you yet Besides the heart drops When the beat falls out If I hang myself Like pendulum From the old bank walls Would you watch me swing Or come to cut me down Don't doubt the alter If it were the birds Coming for the crumbs Would you ponder any longer Whether they were all of one feather Come now Don't doubt the alter Don't fear the weapons Don't worry, mother I'm coming to kill you Uh, I'm gonna wait on dinner. FUCK, What the fuck was I saying? FUCK. I hate this dude. FUCK. Come on, you stupid —biiitch! I hate this dragon. Almost as much as I hate— You know what? What? Forget it. I'm not doing this. What why not!? I'm gonna get killed for this. You're in the Illuminati; you're gonna get killed anyway. Yeah, but not for this! Let's hope! Who know, though! UGH; SHUT UP. GET IN HERE. I hate the sound of your name Like an unheard whisper Unanswered I could never call to A cavern Righteous, Unwanted What was is, though. Something about a wheelbarrow' I just went surfing Hit the surface from underwater Shook out the slumber What was it worth, God? What were the words for? Fuck, A shapeshifter and a telepath? How many people have that? Not that many. How many people know about this? Enough. FUCK. Oh, look whose swearing. I solemnly swear— Don't tell NOBODY. I ain't telling nobody about this. Good. Now get out. I'm gonna kill this sonofabitch. SON OF A—BITCH. That's it. Kill him. Where's my gun? Did you check the fridge? No. [THE IMPENETRABLE TEN ENTER the KITCHEN] What?! All ten of them?! I fucking guess. —but DANE COOK *kicking down door* FUCK! Goddammit it We missed her. OR—him. Her? Him? I don't know. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST What is it? It's a pilot! Oh shit, should I shoot him? Not a helicopter pilot! A TV pilot, For what?! Tv is dead. Streaming is where its out, It's for me! I'm in it! Oh! What! Let me see. (In the fridge) …what is this? [from the bedroom/studio] Hey you guys! What. What happened? What's up! YOU SHOULD SEE THIS. Love is not blind, And neither am I It's like that sometimes, always Tip of the tongue, The art of the lie, It's like that sometimes, Always A tale of all tales A sign of the times It's like that always, sometimes I forgot to forget I saw you; I forgot to forget I know you I forgot to forget I love you I forgot to forgive, I want you Shut the door, Let the lights turn off Turn the page —till the sun comes up Something real Something wrong I forgot Something strange Something weird I'm in love Write the song Love is not blind, And neither am I It's like that sometimes, always Tip of the tongue, The art of the lie, It's like that sometimes, Always A tale of all tales A sign of the times It's like that always, sometimes I forgot to forget I saw you; I forgot to forget I know you I forgot to forget I love you I forgot to forgive, I want you Shut the door, Let the lights turn off Turn the page —till the sun comes up Something real Something wrong I forgot Up is up Down is down Right is right Wrong is wrong Black is white Dark is light Right is wrong I love you My house is normal now, With a table and chairs But I don't call it home Cause I know They'll throw me to the curb Leave in in the road Like the animal I am You don't know what the world does When she's off work You don't know how the world acts When she's off her axis It's okay to take hiatus Instead of medication It's okay to call the cops on motorcycle It's okay to die Before you see your son When Sunday comes Just call your mom on Monday Doctor visits EMTs and emergencies Epics and Epochs Long lost love songs to god And Cardinal Directions Reflections in mirrors Table toppers for all the dramas All the months you lost On muttered mantras {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

Awww yeah, magically horror times ahead!! This week the Abyss gang discuss two short stories! Spirit Tasting for Ridley House, April 2016 by Alex Acks and You Were Once Wild Here by Carlie St. George. Before the dive into these amazing tales they take a look at Under Paris, Nathaniel Benchly's The Visitors, Dancing for the Devil: The 7M TikTok Cult, and Violent Faculties by Charlene Elsby. Now sit back and enjoy! Read Spirit Tasting for Ridley House, April 2016 Read You Were Once Wild Here

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It is 4:52 PM.  Our flight took off at 4:35 PM.  Eder has finished drinking his milk.  He's done reading books.  He is not tired.  He does not want to sit still.  In seventeen minutes, he has already played with and discarded every toy in the diaper bag.  Now he's screeching.  Solomon and I are passing him back and forth, trying in vain to appease him.  The good news is there are only four hours and twenty-two minutes to go. The woman seated in front of us turns around.  “You know, I think he's hungry,” she says, “have you tried giving him some milk?”  Before I can answer, the woman next to me chimes in, “the problem is you fed him too soon. You should have waited.  Poor thing, his ears must be terribly painful. Put the pacifier in his mouth at least.”  There's a tap on my shoulder.  A grandmother behind me disagrees.  “I think he has gas.  Did you try moving his legs—sometimes that helps to ease their tummies.”  Not to be left out, the woman across the aisle leans over.  “Did you pack any socks for him?  He's cold—look at his bare feet!”  I look at my phone.  4:54 PM. There are only four hours and twenty to go.  There is nothing quite like flying the friendly skies with an eleven-month-old. 4:57 PM the seat belt sign finally turns off.  Solomon stands up and takes Eder to practice walking up and down the aisle.  The grandmothers swoon. He's such a good dad.  Look at him, bent over, walking with the baby.  Awww, he's so cute.  And so lucky to have a such a good dad.  I take out my iPad and begin furiously typing this sermon. For me, the flight was a stark depiction of something I've experienced often since becoming a mother.  Before Eder was born, I was never blamed for someone else's bad mood.  Honestly, there have been plenty of times I've been in public with people who were grumpy or upset, even times when my congenial husband was not the cheeriest.  But at those times, no one would ever suggest that Solomon might be gassy or that I had packed him the wrong clothes.  But now, there is this sense if Eder is upset, it must be something that I either did or didn't do that made him feel that way.  I didn't know this, but there is a right way and a wrong way to mother.  The rule of thumb is whatever you're doing is wrong.

He's teased and tempted by a woman at breakfast. by rocketskate. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. He didn't notice her sit down at first, he was too engrossed in his morning paper. It was his morning routine before work. Always a coffee and quick light bite for breakfast at this cafe. Sometimes he sat inside but in nice weather like today he sat outside in the early morning sunshine. When not reading the paper he just liked to watch people come and go and over the past year he got to recognize the regulars that used the cafe. [[MORE]] That's partly why when he looked up from his newspaper his eyes caught sight of her. He hadn't seen her before but it wasn't just because she was new here that drew his gaze towards her it was her look. She was stunning. She sat on a table just across from him, her long dark red hair flowed down over her shoulders. She was tall, elegant and curvy, a classical looking English woman. He couldn't take his eyes off her and wondered where she had come from. He had a longer look at her as he took another sip of his coffee and noticed her outfit. A classic red flowing dress with white polka dots. It was almost as if she had stepped out of a Forties Hollywood movie with her vintage dress and long flowing perfect red hair and her make up. She looked like one of those people he would see going to a 1940s reenactment but at 8am on a Monday morning this was going to be unlikely. She hadn't noticed him looking at her yet. For her it was just a morning stop for tea on her way to work in what was a new town for her. She had only just moved here a matter of weeks ago and by chance had seen this quirky little cafe whilst passing by. As for her outfit she loved to dress in a sexy classical vintage style. It suited her look and made her feel sexy. As she sipped her tea and looked around her new surroundings she noticed a man on the opposite table sneaking a brief look at her not once but twice. She smiled to herself at this man trying to look at her. It made her feel attractive and sexy to get some attention especially for someone like her who loved to tease and play a bit of a game. He tried not to make it obvious that he was looking at her but he just could not take his eyes off her. Her green eyes sparkled in the early morning light highlighted by her long eyelashes and dark eye make up. Her lips glistened with her deep red lipstick. He couldn't help but watch as she bent down to her bag on the floor and pull out a small purse. Were those stockings she was wearing? He was certain that he saw a seam down the back of her tan covered legs when she stretched her leg out. He felt his cock rise and immediately went back to his paper for fear of her catching him looking. She had already noticed him looking at her, it was blatantly obvious that he couldn't keep his eyes off her. That's why she stretched her leg out further than she needed to. She knew he would look and take notice of her legs. She had slipped a foot briefly out of her one of heels and back in again on purpose. She knew full well that he was wondering if she was wearing stockings or not. The vintage dress she was wearing was made for wearing stockings with and the tan almost nude coloured silk stockings with a black seam accentuated her long legs as well. He couldn't really concentrate on his newspaper. Other people had looked up and noticed her but had gone back to their breakfast and morning coffees but he just couldn't help but keep catching a glimpse of her. He looked back at her just as she took a single cigarette out of her purse and placed it between her cherry red lips. She lit it in a classy almost seductive way like she was a Hollywood film star. For reasons he could not quite understand himself he felt even more turned on watching her smoke. He tried to look back at his paper but could not help but be mesmerized by her blowing the smoke out of her mouth and how she left her lipstick on the cigarette when she had withdrawn it from her mouth. She smoked slowly watching the traffic go past in the early morning rush. She knew full well he was trying not to stare at her and was now into full on tease mode. She stubbed her cigarette out and stood up and smiled towards him. He nervously smiled back feeling a bit guilty. She purposely turned around facing away from him and bent down to pick up her bag and put her purse away. Her black seams running up the back of her legs were now fully on show. She turned and breezily walked past him, her dress flowing close to him. He desperately wanted to turn and look at her but continued to stare straight ahead at his newspaper for fear of being caught again. Suddenly she stopped and turned and took a step back to him. He turned his head to look at her, fearful that she was going to admonish him for looking at her. "Just so you know, they are real stockings, fully fashioned and held up with a suspender belt." She said to him with a broad warm smile before turning away again and continuing her journey. He was stunned by what had just happened. He felt himself go bright red with embarrassment aswell as still being turned on by her. He couldn't believe she had said that to him and then just walked off as if it was just a normal thing for her to say or do. He gave it a few minutes then looking at his watch decided it was time to continue to work so rolling up his newspaper he left the cafe and walked to work. He couldn't get the image of her out of his head as he walked to work. All day images of her red hair, lipstick, her stockings and the smoke she blew from her mouth kept popping into his mind. He had no idea who she was or what her name was but he just could not her out of his mind. He was nervous as he made his way to the cafe the following day. Would she be there again? Would she speak to him again? He hoped she would be but at the same time it made him nervous that he would keep looking at her. He ordered his regular coffee and opened his newspaper. He tried to concentrate on what he was reading but couldn't help to glance around at any moment. He looked at his watch wondered if he had scared her away yesterday as it was already ten minutes past the time she arrived yesterday. Then suddenly movement passed him and he knew without looking it was her. He only looked up just as she reached the same table as she sat on yesterday. He was initially surprised by her attire. Rather than the classic flowing vintage dress of yesterday she had dressed in a tight white top and a black leather skirt. He felt his cock rise and harden in his trousers as he saw how the leather skirt fitted tightly around her arse and thighs. As she sat down he noticed her legs. She had forgone the tan colour seamed stockings for darker tones. He was unsure whether they were black stockings or tights but didn't want to linger any longer for fear of her noticing. She sat down confidently and gracefully. She didn't wear this outfit for him but for herself. It was slightly cooler than yesterday and her outfit choice suited the weather and made her feel sexy. As she sat down she knew he would be there and she knew he would notice her. He shuffled his paper and tried to read it whilst taking sips of his coffee but everytime he took a sip he couldn't help but glance at her. She ordered a pot of tea again and soaked up the early morning sun as she glanced at the passing traffic. As per the previous morning she gracefully bent down to her bag and took out a small purse containing a few cigarettes and lit one taking a long deep drag. She knew he was watching her do this and on purpose she pursed her lips even more when she blew the smoke out. He thought her lipstick looked a shade darker today, he felt a little bit of guilt for noticing that but at the same wondered how those lips would feel and taste against his. He quickly returned to his newspaper but nothing he was reading was actually going in, all he could think about was her. She smoked her cigarette quicker today and didn't linger over her tea like she had the day before. She knew he would be there again today and she knew that he would keep trying to steal a glance at her. She knew how to play the game perfectly. The fact she was later than yesterday played right into her hands as she knew he would be secretly waiting and that when she had turned up he would be delighted. She didn't have time for to sit any longer and she gathered up her bag, quickly stood up and started on her way. As like the previous day she started to breeze past his table but suddenly stopped almost next to him and smiled to him as he glanced up from his newspaper. "Black lace top hold up stockings today in case you where wondering." She said with her broad warm smile. "I was late up...which isn't the reason why I'm not wearing any underwear!" She continued adding a little wink of her left eye before turning on her heels and heading onto the street. He was left there open mouthed and stunned. He quickly looked around to see if anyone else had witnessed what she said to him but everyone else seemed engrossed in their own newspapers and breakfasts. As he went about his day yet again he could not shake the thought of her and what she had said to him. Was she really not wearing any underwear? What was her pussy like? And that wink, did she fancy him aswell. As he strode to the cafe on next morning he was hopeful of seeing her again. He was nervous though. He wasn't entirely sure why, maybe it was because she knew he had been looking at her. As he took his regular seat he wondered whether he should introduce himself and speak to her. Within a few minutes she had breezed past him and sat down on her now regular table. His heart started to beat faster as he saw her speak to the waiter taking her order. Usually he was such a confident man and could to talk anyone but for some unknown reason this complete stranger made him nervous and unable to do anything. She browsed through her phone as if she was deliberately ignoring him this morning. She knew this would drive him crazy. Not even a smile to acknowledge that she was sat opposite him again for a third morning in a row. She found him attractive, it would have been so much easier to go and sit on his table, have a conversation and swap numbers but she loved the teasing and anticipation of playing a long game. Just like the first two days of the week he kept sneaking glances at her as he read his newspaper. Today she had worn a much longer dark green dress. He couldn't tell if her legs were bare or covered in nylon today but the dress was showing off her impressive cleavage. This was certainly a woman who knew how to dress to show off her best features. He sipped his coffee and noticed her routine was different today. She lit her cigarette and smoked it whilst waiting for her order which was taking a little longer today. When it arrived just as she finished her cigarette he sneaked another look. Next to her pot of tea sat a plate of fruit. She picked up the apple first and took a bite of it and watched the traffic go by. His cock stirred, only she seemed to be able to make eating an apple so attractive. Of course she knew he would not be able to resist looking at her especially as she ate her apple. She wasn't even eating it in a seductive way on purpose this was actually how she ate an apple. What she had done on purpose was order a banana alongside the apple and she knew that he would not be able to resist looking at her eating it. After finishing her apple she picked up her banana and slowly unpeeled it. She stared out into the traffic but knew he would look up at any moment and stare at what she was doing. And look up was what he did just at the moment her lips made contact with the banana. What a bitch he thought! She's doing this on purpose! His cock rose hard and strained against his trousers as she slowly bit the end off the banana and very slowly swallowed it all the time looking away out at the traffic. After she swallowed the first bite she then even licked her lips. He started to sweat and his heart beat faster as she slowly took another bite this time taking a bigger bit of banana into her mouth. He felt trapped, he so wanted to get up and go across and talk to her but he couldn't. Not only was his raging erection physically stopping him from going across to her but something inside was striking fear into him to talking to her. He looked around and wondered why no one else was watching this show, how could they be so engrossed in their breakfasts and coffees to miss this show?! She finished her banana and took a final sip of tea. She paused for a few seconds and reached into her bag and pulled her lipstick out. Very slowly and of course very purposely she reapplied her cherry red lipstick finishing with a little purse of the lips. She gathered up her belongings and very carefully slid the chair back into position ready to leave. He gulped hard and his heart pounded, he knew she was leaving and about to walk past him. He wanted to say something but his mouth was so dry and even his fingers seemed to tremble slightly. He stared at his paper on purpose trying to look as normal as possible as she strode past the tables. Suddenly she stopped at his table just like she had done the two previous days. He turned and looked up at her radiant smiling face but nothing would come out as he tried to speak. "If you liked the way I ate my banana you should see the way I suck cock!" She purred at him. He almost choked on his coffee and flustered. He so badly wanted to say something but she was on her way before he had recovered. He felt himself blush bright red and looked around fearful that other diners had heard what she said but no one seemed to have noticed. He finally finished his coffee and made his to work. An unproductive day followed, every time he tried to concentrate on a work did the image of her pop into his head. By the time he got home that evening his cock was raging and his mind racing with thoughts of her. Not being able to help himself anymore he took his cock out and furiously masturbated thinking about this mysterious woman and her teasing of him. He was up bright and early Thursday morning and made his way to the cafe as usual. Taking his regular seat he looked across and was dismayed to see the table opposite where this mysterious woman had sat all week was already taken. He was disappointed and immediately wished they would leave if she turned up. He quickly ordered his regular coffee and took out his newspaper and wondered whether he should move tables in case she did turn up. To his further dismay he saw that every table outside was taken. He tried to read his newspaper but thoughts of her and an overwhelming sense of nervousness meant he couldn't relax properly. He was so engrossed in his thoughts of her that he didn't realise that someone had walked up to his table until they spoke. "Excuse me do you mind if I sit here, it's awfully busy this morning?" He looked up and then realised it was her that was speaking to him! He gulped hard and recovered himself a little. "Erm yes of course! Please take a seat." He replied nervously. He half got up to offer his hand and was about to introduce himself when she motioned with her finger to be quiet. "Shhh it's not a business meeting and we don't need to know each other's name yet!" She laughed as she took her seat. "Don't we?" He enquired feeling himself blush. "No! We know a lot about each other already don't we?! And not revealing names yet makes it much more fun don't you think?" "I guess so. And do we know alot about each other?" He asked her nervously. "Well...." She paused and looked around with a smile before continuing, ".....you already know my underwear habits and how I eat a banana." He was speechless and felt his face go bright red. He felt like he was a naughty kid who had been caught out looking and now confronted. "I noticed straight away on Monday morning that you couldn't take your eyes off me. Do you fancy me?" She asked him so brazenly. "You're a very pretty and attractive lady." He finally blurted out. She smiled in return as the waitress brought her tea over. Her eyes sparkled deep and green close up. She sipped her tea and looked up to him with a smile. "If you are wondering I have no underwear on today either." He spluttered his coffee a little and moved uneasily on his chair stunned by how confident this woman was. "Do you mind if I smoke?" "No please go ahead it's ok." He replied still somewhat nervously. "Thank you." She said as she took her cigarette out. "I only smoke two cigarettes a day. One in the morning with my tea and one after I've had sex. I've only been on one cigarette a day for the past two weeks." She grinned. He blushed red again. He took a deep breath and watched as she lit her cigarette. His cock strained against his trousers and he desperately wanted to flirt back but he was so awestruck by her. After a minute or so he finally composed himself. "Why are you doing this to me?" He asked finally finding the confidence to say something. "Doing what darling?" She purred. "Flirting with me, teasing me and telling me about your underwear?" "Awww don't you like it?" She laughed. "Er yes, you are very pretty. But we don't know each other." "I know! That makes it more fun doesn't it that we don't know each!" She replied as she sipped her tea. "Er yes I guess so." He said confused. "And you are a fit guy. I'm going to enjoy having sex with you!" His mouth opened but no words came out. He furtively glanced around to see if anyone had heard her say it but no one was paying any attention to them. "Don't get your hopes up yet though!" She continued. "Oh?" "It won't be today but we will in the future! Anyway I must dash work calls!" Before he knew it she had out her stuff away and picked up her bag and stood up. She gave him a cheeky wink and was off out of the cafe before he could even think about saying anything else let alone going after her. After another fitful nights sleep thinking about what she had said and if she had really meant it he woke up to find it steadily raining. He made his way to the cafe to find it empty outside due to the rain. His heart sank a little thinking that the small cafe would be full inside and he would miss her this morning. He was then surprised to walk inside the cafe and see her already sat there at a table for two in the corner. She smiled at him and he walked across to her. "Mind if I sit here? Everyone seems to be inside sheltering from the rain?" He asked with a nervous smile. "Of course you can. Take a seat. "She replied sweetly. "I guess we are still not swapping names?" He enquired with a smile and showing more confidence than the previous mornings. "Oh no." She laughed, "It's way more fun and mysterious isn't it?!" "Is it?" He mumbled as his coffee was brought over. "Of course it is! Do you like me teasing you and flirting with you?" She asked. "Ermm yes but where is it leading to?" He replied. "I think you know where it is leading to don't you...." She purred as suddenly he felt her shoe against his leg. "Do I?" He asked. "Yes....but not yet. You must think I'm a dreadful tease?" He just smiled and took a sip of his coffee. He realised looking at her that he never noticed what she was wearing yesterday but today he did. A tight black woollen top accentuated the curves of her boobs. He desperately wanted to lean forward and see what skirt she had on but did not dare to. Suddenly he felt her foot on his leg again. This time there was no shoe on her foot and she moved her foot up and down gently until she had worked it inside of his the bottom of his trousers. He felt the smooth silk of her stocking covered toes against the bare skin of his calf. He swallowed nervously and looked straight at her. "You must feel very pent up with all the teasing I'm doing?" She smiled. "It has a certain effect yes." He replied. He was totally awestruck by her. Part of him wanted to grab hold of her and just fuck her roughly and part of him wanted to stand up and scream at her to find out who she was and what was going on. But he couldn't do either he was just in a trance. She took her foot away from his bare calf and he snapped out of his trance as her chair moved back a little. Suddenly he felt her foot pushed between his thighs and find his cock. Carefully she rubbed her foot against his crotch. "Oh I can tell I'm having an effect on you!" She smiled. "It's a pity you can't tell what affect you are having on me!" "Am I?" He enquired nervously. "Um yes but I shall let you find that out tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" He said as he finished his coffee. "Yes tomorrow. I assume you don't have any plans for Saturday morning?". "No why?" He asked feeling a bit sheepish that he actually asked why. "Meet me here again same time. Outside table if it's not raining." She smiled at him. "Now sorry I have to go. Work and all that! See you tomorrow darling." With that she got up and was making her way out of the door. He turned his head to see her go out of the door, the skirt was dark brown, he saw no seams just plain back nylon legs. Tomorrow couldn't come quick enough for him even if he didn't know what was going to happen or even if she would actually turn up. He woke up earlier than usual on the Saturday morning and showered and dressed. Was this the day he would learn her name? Was they going to have sex? Would she even turn up at the cafe? A hundred thoughts ran through his mind as he got ready and his cock throbbed at the thought of her. He had been good though and resisted masturbating over her after the other night though but he was now desperate for release. He made his way to the cafe relieved there was no rain like the previous day and the sunshine was back. As he got there he noticed her straight away, her raven hair standing out and the green vintage polka dot dress she had chosen to wear. She noticed him straight away and beckoned him over. "Morning! Like my outfit? I love my vintage dresses and classic underwear." She said cheerily. "I've noticed." He replied taking a seat and noticing how this dress showed off her deep impressive cleavage. "Good! But how do you know my underwear is classic?!" She laughed. "I don't but you have told me almost everyday." He said with more confidence today than any other time he had spoke to her. "So what do you think is under my dress today then?" "Well at a guess there is no knickers and stockings and suspenders?" He replied. "Correct! Tan stockings with black seams and black band around the top. Held up with a six strap black suspender belt. Top of range, expensive, I'll show you...later...if you don't believe me! My black lacy bra matches the suspenders as well but you already know that don't you?! She teased. "Do I?" He asked confused. "Well you should do considering the long look you gave my cleavage when you sat down!" She was always one step ahead of him and this frustrated him so much. He was about to order his coffee when she waved away the waiter. "We don't have time for that today. Come on let's go." "Go where?" "You'll see. Come on don't worry!" She said as she stood up and took him by the hand. She led him out of the cafe and onto to street. Still holding his hand with her delicate hand she led him around two corners to her car. A nice dark blue BMW with tinted windows. "It's a company car before you ask. Come on let's get in." He hesitated for a second as she got in and immediately struck the engine up. Any doubts he still had disappeared as he saw the seams on the back of her legs as she got into the car. He joined her in the car just as she turned and smiled at him. "So do you want proof I'm wearing stockings and suspenders?" Before he could answer she swiftly hitched the hem of her dress up her thighs past her stocking tops. "Wow!" Was all he could get out. "And if you need proof of the lack of underwear here it is." She continued as she pulled the dress higher, bunched it around her waist a little and opened her legs slightly to display her freshly shaven pussy. "Fucking hell." He said a little overcome with what was happening to him. "Touch my stocking covered thighs you know you want to. I know you have wanted to all week." She purred as she leaned across to his ear. He put his hand on her nylon covered thigh and squeezed gently making her moan into his ear. "Um now you know a lot about me don't you." "I appear to know more about you than what you know about me." He replied as his fingers ran along the top of her stocking. "Oh I know a lot about you already?" She gasped. "Do you?" "Yes..." She breathed in his ear, "..I know you like coffee, you want to fuck me and you are rock hard right now." "Is that so." He replied as his finger tips brushed the bare skin of the top of her thigh. "Feels like it to me." She said as she suddenly put her hand on his crotch and squeezed his rock hard erection through his trousers. He gasped and released his hand from her thigh in surprise. She laughed, took her hand away and sat back in her seat. "Come on let's go." She said as she put the car in gear and sped away. She pulled up outside of her apartment and got out of the car before him. "Come on you can't sit there all day!" She laughed. He climbed out of the car and closed the door aware that his cock was bulging against his trousers. She tapped her code into the main door and motioned for him to follow her. Without even speaking she led him up the stairs knowing he would not be able to take his eyes off her arse and seams. She quickly led him down a small corridor to her apartment door, tapped in the code and opened the door for him. "Nice place, I like...." He started to say before she cut him off with a finger against his lips. "We're here to fuck not to discuss the décor." She smiled. With that she pushed him back against the now closed door. Her lips were suddenly on his and they were kissing. Her tongue forced it's way into his mouth and it took him a few seconds to react. His hands found her arse and he groped her round generous cheeks. She rubbed one leg up against his leg pulling that part of her dress higher up her thigh. One of his hands immediately went to her thigh pushing the dress higher. He once again felt just how smooth her silk stockings were as he ran his hand higher up her thigh. His hand found a suspender strap and then bare thigh. She gasped as his rough hand touched her smooth skin. She gasped again as his hand found her bare pussy. She was soaking wet and he easily slipped two fingers straight into her. She moaned loudly and then gently bit down on his lip as his fingers started to probe her pussy. Without saying a word she suddenly pulled her mouth from his and pulled his hand from her crotch. He thought he had done something wrong and was about to say something when he saw her disappear from his eyeline. She kept going down until she got on her knees in front of him and smiled up at him. She kept smiling up at him as she deftly undid the belt of his trousers and pulled them down followed by his underwear. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing and desperate for her touch. She moved her gaze from looking up at him to looking directly at his cock. This is what she had been building up to all week, getting her hands on his cock. Now she finally had it in front of her she wasn't going to waste it. She delicately took hold of it at the base between her fingers and heard let out a small moan. She lightly blew on the head of his making it twitch slightly. After teasing him all week making him wait a few more seconds wouldn't harm him at all. Then she opened her mouth and slid the head of his cock past her red lips into her warm inviting mouth. He moaned loudly as he felt her tongue swirl around the head of his cock and the insides of her cheeks suck hard against him. She sucked head and pulled back until just the very tip was between her cherry red lips. She flicked her tongue over the end of his cock and then took his cock a little deeper in her mouth and sucked hard again. As she started to bob her head up and down on his cock taking it deeper in her mouth each time. He groaned out loudly. He desperately wanted to grab hold of her hair or shoulders and slam his cock all the way in her mouth but she sensed this as his hands found her hair. She quickly grabbed hold of his wrists and pinned them to his sides against the wall and held them there. She then resumed her perfect blowjob this time with no hands just had mouth sucking deeper, harder and quicker as she held his wrists. He could easily have overpowered her grip on his wrists but he was so consumed by lust and the expert blowjob she was giving that all he could do was stand there and watch her head bob up and down on his raging erect cock. He groaned in appreciation at the world class blowjob she was giving him and his legs trembled. He felt that any moment he could explode in her mouth and desperately wanted to hold on. She sensed this and let his cock slip out of her mouth and looked up at him and smiled. "Did you enjoy that? Now it's my turn to be pleasured!" She stood up and took hold of his hand and led him through her department to her bedroom. "Strip fully naked please, I like to see all I've got to work with!" She smiled. "What about you stripping off as well?" He smiled back as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Like this?" She purred as she reached behind herself and pulled the zip down on the back of her dress. She waited a few seconds until he had stripped his shirt and socks off before she slowly started to work her shoulders out of her dress and slowly down past her cleavage. She held her dress over her boobs for a few seconds, smiled at him again, then let the dress fall down to her waist revealing her impressive boobs. Waiting another couple of seconds she then pulled the dress down past her waist letting drop to her ankles. His eyes widen as she stepped out of the dress and walked towards him in just her heels, stockings and a black six strap suspender belt. "Like my outfit? I know you've been desperate to see me like this all week haven't you!" She glided past him to her bed and perched herself on the end looking at him demurely. "I've been waiting all week for this as well. Every time you looked at me each morning my pussy got so wet thinking about what you could do to it." He stood there, his erect cock standing proud and throbbing hard, he started to take a step forward to her bed. She motioned for him to stop and then moved herself back to the middle of the bed. "Come on I'm ready for you, I want to lick my wet pussy and make me cum." She told him as she laid down on her big double bed and stretched her legs wide. He walked forward and climbed onto the bed to see her pussy glistening and wide open for him. He knelt down between her legs and kissed the inside of one her thighs making her moan. He trailed his tongue up the inside of her thigh to her pussy. If she could tease him with her tongue then he would do the same. His tongue licked all around her pussy lips making her moan louder. She needed this as much as when he needed his cock in her mouth moments earlier. He was determined to enjoy every second with her as his tongue worked it's way into her wet pussy. He hungrily lapped at her pussy encouraged by her moans and squirming in pleasure. He worked his tongue up her pussy and found her clit. She screamed out in pleasure as his tongue ran out it and he sucked hard on it. He slipped one finger followed by a second easily in her wet pussy as he flicked his tongue over her clit. He soon got into a rhythm between fingering her pussy and licking and sucking her clit. She clamped her stocking covered thighs around his head as waves of pleasure pulsed through her body. He felt her heels cold against his back as her thighs clamped against him but he didn't care as he worked on her pussy determined to make her cum. Suddenly she screamed out loudly, her body spasmed, her hands went to his head and held it down hard against her pussy as her orgasm ripped through her. He sucked hard on her clit, his tongue roughly flicking it over and over again as she thrashed around with her orgasm. "Yes! Yes! Oh fucking God!" She screamed out making him briefly wonder what the neighbours could hear. As her orgasm subsided she released her grip on him and pushed his head away from her pussy. "Fuck me." Was the only words she could get breathlessly get out. He didn't need a second invitation, he had been wanting this all week and fucking her had consumed his every thought all week. She opened her legs wider and he rose up on his knees and moved forward. He slowly rubbed his cock against her soaking wet open pussy before pushing it in gently, teasing the her opening. She gasped at the feeling of his hard cock head opening her up and gripped the sheets in anticipation. Slowly he worked his cock in a little more and then back out to the opening and then back in a little more savouring every moment knowing that when he started to fuck her hard and fast he wouldn't last long. "Um please fuck me." She begged again. He pushed in further this time shoving at least half his cock inside her and grunting at how tight her pussy felt against his hard cock. He pulled back and pushed in again and started to fuck her and after a few more strokes pushed his cock all the way into her tight wet pussy. She screamed out in ecstasy as his cock bottomed out inside of her pussy, his balls banging against her lips. He started to fuck her pussy hard and fast with long deep strokes, a weeks worth of pent up teasing by her finally being released. He grabbed hold of her boobs roughly and started to hold on to them squeezing and mashing them as she wrapped her silken nylon covered legs around his body. She grabbed hold of the bed headboard tightly and bucked her body up to meet his thrusts. This was no love making just pure fucking. She moaned and screamed as he pummeled into her pussy. Suddenly he roared out and held thrust deep inside her and shot his load into her. She gripped the headboard tighter and screamed herself as she felt him erupt deep inside her pussy. His cock twitched and jerked as it finally released deep inside of her and he collapsed down on top of her panting at his exhaustions. After what seemed like an eternity he finally slipped his cock out of her pussy and rolled to the side. They laid there in silence for a few minutes until she rolled off the bed and got her dressing gown. "Post sex cigarette remember!" She smiled at him as she headed to the balcony. After a few minutes she returned to find that he hadn't moved and was still lying on her bed. She disrobed her dressing gown and knelt on the bed and crawled over to his groin. "Ready for round two?" She smiled as she took hold of his flaccid cock. Within a few tugs of her delicate hand on his cock he was rock hard again and beginning to moan in pleasure. She dipped her head over his cock and gently took him in her mouth tasting the mixture of his cum and her pussy juices on his cock. She kept sucking him, taking him deeper with every suck, breathing through her nose as he squirmed on her bed. After a few minutes giving him the most wonderful blowjob he had ever experienced she suddenly took her mouth off his cock. "Um tasty but let's do this differently." She announced as she sat up and positioned herself sitting on her bed with her legs over the side. "Come and stand in front of me." He got up off the bed and stood in front of her, looking down at her with his cock fully erect and throbbing in front of her face. She took hold of it again and resumed her blowjob with one hand firmly on the base of his cock. She opened her legs slightly and her left hand found her pussy and she started to rub her clit in time with the sucking of his cock. He groaned and started to twitch at the sensations he was getting from her oral technique and slipped his cock out of her mouth. "I'm not ready for you to cum yet hold on please! Put your cock between my boobs." He moved forward and put his cock between her warm inviting ample cleavage. She took her left hand off her clit and pushed her boobs together around his cock and proceeded to wank his cock using her boobs. She looked up at him with her eyes wide open in lust and thought of one more tease. She suddenly released her boobs from around his cock making him groan in frustration as he was so close to cumming. "I want you to wank your cock and cum over my boobs." She told him with a wicked smile. He took hold of his cock and started wanking it furiously as her left hand found her clit again. She rubbed it as hard and as quick as his wanking of his cock. "Ah, I love to see a man wank his hard cock. Cum on my boobs....please.. " She purred staring straight at him. He groaned loudly and his cock twitched. She leaned forward a little bit more just as the first shots of cum spurted out of his cock onto her boobs. She rubbed her clit faster as his cock shot his second load of the morning on her ample boobs. The sensation of the cum being so hot and sticky and covering her boobs was pushing her closer to her own orgasm. She went from looking up at his face to staring down at his cock as the final few spurts of cum shot out and dribble on her boobs. This was moment that took her over the edge and her thighs clamped together and trembled. Her orgasm ripped through her body again followed by a loud scream as she closed her eyes in sheer ecstasy. She rolled back onto the bed exhausted and satisfied. Her boobs were a sticky mess of his cum and her clit throbbed in post orgasm satisfaction. He laid down next to her exhausted, empty and satisfied. "So what is your na...." he started to ask before she cut him off with a finger to his lips. "If you were going to ask my name then no. I might tell you at breakfast next week....that is if I do go there for breakfast!" She smiled. by rocketskate for Literotica

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Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player.  Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Inhale a long, slow breath that opens you from the center, a breath that spreads through you like the branches of a tree.  LONG PAUSE Now, draw in another breath, and trace its path  as it opens and relaxes any tension in your body. LONG PAUSE Imagine yourself  walking on a city sidewalk  in the cool of the evening, in a city full of life. PAUSE And, as you walk along the sidewalk, you notice lights all around you, lights full of colors, pulsing in the night air. PAUSE And along your walk, you pass people sitting at an outdoor cafe, laughing, eating, and  sipping cappuccino. PAUSE You give the people a smile and a gesture of “hello.” And the people smile in return and nod to you as you pass by. PAUSE Now, imagine  something in the sky that catches your attention– lights and colors from fireworks burst across the sky. PAUSE You stop for a moment and take in the magic  of the beautiful flowery shapes that open then cascade from the sky. PAUSE You look around  at the people who “Oooh” and “Awww” in pure joy as each firework blossoms, one right after the other. PAUSE Then you continue along your walk, until you reach a bookstore, open and alive with  people of the night. PAUSE You enter the bookstore and listen as a young couple reads poetry to each other, eyes smiling with love. PAUSE Your eye catches an older man, with a beard and black glasses, cozied up in a big, fluffy chair, turning the pages of a philosophy book. PAUSE And as you walk deeper into the store, you notice the shelves and shelves of books– books of all colors, shapes, and sizes. PAUSE While looking at the books, you pass a row where one book stands out, where one book calls to you. PAUSE You go to the book and remove it from the shelf. The book feels comfortable, familiar, so you open it. PAUSE As you look at the page, words pop out. They twist and turn until they form  a message of encouragement just for you. What do those words say? PAUSE You pull the book to your heart and listen, as your mind whispers,  the message again and again, until the message is nestled into your heart and mind. PAUSE And then, after a moment, you close the book  and quietly thank it for the message, as you gently place it on the shelf. PAUSE Then you leave the bookstore and begin walking again.  The cool air kisses your cheeks and you draw a sweater in tight. PAUSE You walk to another cafe where people laugh, eat, and sip cappuccino. And you order something  to warm you inside, something you swirl, as the steam climbs from the cup. PAUSE While seated at the cafe, you pull out a pen and jot the encouraging words on a napkin. Then tuck the napkin  in a pocket. PAUSE You sip your warm drink and put your hand on the napkin. And as the warmth  from your drink spreads through you, so do the words on the napkin. They become part of you. PAUSE You draw in a deep breath, take one more sip of your drink, and then walk away in the night, knowing the words from the book are now your words of truth. Namaste, Beautiful