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Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 4 A pandemic survivor's harem continues to thrive amidst chaos.. Based on a post by CorruptingPower, in 25 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Chapter 11 For the next hour or so, Andy explored the house on his own while the girls moved things from the car into the house, as well as letting the cats loose into their new environment. He wasn't sure who was more overwhelmed, himself or the cats. The building was immense, feeling both warm and alien all at the same time. Mostly, though, the space felt incomplete. It was a home that had been decorated by a real estate agent, not by someone looking to live in it. Everything was arranged for show not for actual use. He wandered into the gym first and found it stocked with free weights, resistance machines and a small aerobics area, all the machines in pristine condition, never used. Looking at himself in the mirror, he wasn't even sure he recognized himself in this new home. Andy strolled out of the gym and found himself in one of the three living rooms, with a wet bar off to one side. There were several couches arranged around the middle, as well as a handful of lounge chairs. Without warning, Muninn, his Russian blue cat, hopped up from behind one of the couches onto the back of it, which startled the hell out of Andy. As soon as the cat saw him, however, he sauntered over Andy's direction. Andy moved closer and pet the cat, who gave a healthy purr in response. "Yeah, I know, Mun, it's weird for me too. But we live here now, so explore away." "Are ya freaked out?" Aisling said to him as she moved into the room. "It's just a home." "That's just it, Ash," he sighed. "It's a home, but it's not my home, not our home. Not yet. I'm sure I'll get there at some point, but for right now, it's just reinforcing how weird all of this is. I mean, yesterday, there were seven of us crammed into that little tiny condo, and now Eric lives down the street, and we live, here. In the kind of place I never even dreamed about." Aisling moved over, a soft sympathetic smile on her face, as she wrapped her arms around him and held him in an inviting hug for a long moment. "The world's changing, and we have to change with it, Andy. That means we're all going to be a bit out of our comfort zones now and then, but think of it this way,  you can make one of these bedrooms into a full on study, and line the walls with bookshelves, like you said you'd always wanted to do. We'll put your desk in there, and you can turn it into a writer's cozy, a space where you can go and work on your next book and nobody'll bother you. What's wrong with that?" "There's nothing wrong with that, Ash. There's nothing wrong with any of this, except for the fact that I didn't really earn any of it." "Luv," she said to him, "most of the people who get lucky in life, it was right place right time, and all they did was have the good sense not to muck it up. That's what you're doing here. You were in the right place at the right time, and you had the good sense to let me into your bed. And I've been good to you, haven't I?" "Oh god, Ash, you and Lauren and Niko have all been amazing, far better than I deserve,” "There'll be none of that, mister," she scolded, slapping his shoulder. "You've been grand to all of us, and you've helped Eric and Lily get their shit sorted out. I know Jenny doesn't have her head sorted out yet, but when she does, I'm sure she'll thank you. You could've been a right shite about alla this, but instead you've been a stand-up guy. So take a deep breath." Andy stopped and took a deep breath. "It didn't help much." "It helped a little." "Okay, it helped a little." "Are you more bothered by the house, the staff or the fact that there's going to be a lot more women moving into our lives?" "It's a lot of women, Ash." "It will be a lot of women, Andy. Yes, that's absolutely true, but we'll manage it. Besides, the house is nice isn't it?" "Understating things a bit, aren't you Ash?" "Fine," she said with a wry grin, rolling her eyes in his direction. "It's a bloody magnificent place. Just in the tour alone, I wanted to strip down to my knickers and socks and play 'Risky Business' so if you hear 'Old Time Rock'n'Roll' blaring from the hi fi, look both ways when walking through the hallways." "You're changing the subject." "It'll be fine, Andy. Just stop worrying and enjoy this." She moved to sit down in the couch, and picked up a remote control from the coffee table in front of it. She looked around the room for a moment before she finally just pressed the power button on it, to see what happened. From a small overhang across the room, a giant television dropped down and turned on, as concealed speakers all around the room hummed to life. "That is hell of a television." Andy moved to slump down onto the couch next to her, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "And just think, this isn't even the theater room. Let's just relax for a little bit and watch some TV." Apparently whoever had set up their house had given them a deluxe cable package, with every optional channel Andy could think of, and loads he'd never even heard of. They settled on SpikeTV, which was in the middle of a James Bond marathon. They were showing "Goldeneye" and they'd had the luck to turn on right at the beginning. "I've always loved Brosnan as Bond," Aisling said to him a few hours later, as the movie was over. "I don't know that he's the best Bond, but he's my Bond. You?" "He was great, but I've always been a Connery man myself." "You Americans, you all have your own Bond, much like those of us across the pond have our own Doctor. You a fan of Doctor Who, luv?" Andy smirked wryly. "Tom Baker, but if I'm honest, I could watch David Tennant in anything. I watched "Good Omens" last year at least three times. I'm guessing you're a Capaldi girl." "Chris Eccleston's my Doctor," Aisling said. "But I'm glad you didn't say I should be a Matt Smith girl, just because he had a ginger companion." Andy shook his head. "So did Tennant, but neither of them were Irish. Catherine Tate's British and Karen Gillan's Scottish. I'm not an idiot, love." "Bless, Andy," she whispered, as she kissed his cheek. "It's so strange. I feel like I'm missing time, what with all the holidays we've basically skipped over. I was getting my first injections on July 4th, but I didn't even hear any crackers in the sky. Were there any?" "None that I could see, Ash. Halloween's just around the corner. Maybe now that we're in a gated community we'll get trick or treaters." "You think there's children in the estates?" "No idea. I'm not really sure what to expect here. We've barely seen the house, much less the small town that's formed up around it." "That's going to be just as strange, people we can sit and talk with, restaurants we can go and have dinner in, a movie theater filled with people, guaranteed not sick people. It all sounds so wonderful." "I'll talk to Eric, maybe we can get a Halloween costume party together." Aisling cooed at him. "That sounds wonderful." She glanced over his shoulder. "Looks like your maid in here." Andy looked back over his shoulder and saw Yvette standing there, nervously shifting back and forth, before he chuckled and curled a finger in her direction. "C'mon, Yvette. You look like you've got something you want to say." "Simply a request Master. I and the rest of your staff, well, we are having trouble keeping our heads clear. We do not wish to pressure you, naturally, but the longer you wait before imprinting us, the more difficulty we will have executing our responsibilities around the home. It is getting hard to focus." He removed his arm from around Aisling and rose to his feet, a wry smile on his face. "I'll say. I can't help but think about something Groucho Marx once said to his brother Chico." "I'm sorry, I don't know who those people are, Master." "Comedians. Groucho is the one with the bushy eyebrows and greasepaint mustache. Chico used to pretend to be Italian. Groucho would occasionally say to him, 'Chico, I think your accent is slipping.'" Andy grinned as he approached her. "Is your name really Yvette?" The maid visibly blanched. "Am I trouble?" "Answer the question," Aisling said, getting off the couch, heading to join them. "No, ma'am. It's Nicolette." "Are you actually French?" Andy asked. "Second generation, but I was putting on a show. Mr. Marcos seemed to think you might enjoy it." Andy shook his head and laughed. "Fucking Phil." "So you're not angry, sir?" "You don't have to lie to me, Nicolette." He gestured to the maid's outfit. "Do you really enjoy this kind of thing?" She smiled, almost coquettishly, and nodded. "I do, Master. I'm naturally submissive, and this is what I wanted to do in the new world." "Are you bisexual, Nicolette?" Aisling said. "I am, madam, if that's alright." Aisling leaned over and grabbed the girl by her mane of hair and pulled her into a firm, intense kiss that made Andy's breath catch a little. Nicolette seemed caught off guard only for a moment, before she leaned into the kiss, and pressed her busty body against the Irish girl. After they made out for a minute or so, Aisling pulled back and grinned at Andy. "Well, we should make sure the girl gets what she needs, but mama has needs too." Aisling pulled Nicolette with her over towards one of couches. She reached up beneath her skirt and pulled down her panties before stepping out of them. Then she laid back onto the couch and spread her legs, exposing that ginger cunt to Nicolette. "Tell you what. You lick my cunt, and I'll make sure he fucks you good." "Yes madam," Nicolette said as she moved down onto her knees, before Aisling pulled over a footstool. "Thank you madam." The maid moved up to kneel down on the footstool, her hands pressed on the couch, as she moved her lips down to press against Aisling's exposed snatch. Andy walked over towards them as he watched Aisling's fingertips move to get lost in the girl's thick blonde curls, rocking her hips up against the maid's mouth. "Shit, Andy, she's fucking good at this." "Umm, it certainly looks that way, but what if I wanted to see if those titanic tits of hers were real, hmm?" He unbuttoned his jeans, slowly unzipping them. "Oh, I can fix that," Aisling said with a laugh. She pushed Nicolette's face back. "Lay down and turn over. Are those enhanced or natural?" Nicolette rolled over, laying on her back on the footstool before she pulled the top off one shoulder then the other, tugging it down to her waist so her massive tits spilled free, thick and curvy. "All natural, madam. Any excess weight I put on seems to go straight to my tits or my ass and nowhere else." She curved her fingertips around her left tit and pulled it upward, bringing it up so she could lick her large pink nipple while Andy watched. Then she reached down and dragged her skirt upwards, as she moved to push her head onto the couch while Aisling moved up onto her knees, straddling the girl's face. "Come on, Andy, don't keep the poor slut waiting." Andy tugged his jeans and boxers down enough for him to fish his cock out, moving to step out, rubbing the tip of his cock across the maid's twat, finding it was still soaked. "Remember when I told you I never showed my cock to anyone I hadn't kissed, Ash?" "She doesn't want you to show her a good time, love. She's only got one thing on her mind, don't you whore?" "Yes madam," the maid said between licks at Aisling's cunt. "And what is that?" Aisling's question caught the maid off guard. "Ma'am?" "What is the one thing you've got on your mind?" "Being imprinted, ma'am." Aisling reached down and pinched one of Nicolette's nipples hard enough to make the maid yip audibly. "The master likes a dirty mouth on his girls, Nicolette. Maybe Phil didn't tell you that, but as Andy's first girl, it's my job to make sure everyone in the house knows exactly what he likes. So let me ask you again,  what's the one thing you've got on your mind?" "Getting the Master to fuck me, ma'am." "Why?" "So I can be imprinted, to be owned, to belong to him, and be part of his house." "Then tell him." "Yes ma'am." Nicolette pulled her head back for a moment to look up at Andy, and the look on her face was one he was starting to get quite familiar with, a heady mix of need and lust. "Sir, let me offer you my body, my drenched holes for your use. I need to be fucked to belong to you, to feel your jizz blasting inside of my cunt or asshole, marking me as yours, imprinting me, claiming me. Take me, sir. Own me. Fuck my tight young snatch and brand me as your slut, your maid, your little French fucktoy. It hurts, sir, aches. I can't think straight. I'm a rutting bitch in heat, needy for a cock to clear her head. Can I serve you, Master? Will you grant me that privilege? Fuck me, sir. Do it." "Put your mouth back to work, Nicolette, and I will," Andy said, as he pushed his cock along her cunt, feeling her shiver, her body instinctively trying to line it up so his wood would penetrate her. "Yes, Master. Of course, Master." Nicolette slid her head back between Aisling's thighs, pressing her face up against the redhead's cunt, her tongue pushing into the girl. Aisling leaned forward a little bit, reaching a hand forward to grab Andy's face, pulling him closer, kissing him as Andy pushed his cock inside of Nicolette's cunt. Beneath her, Aisling could feel the girl already lost in the throes of her first orgasm, muffling the scream by pressing her hips down against the maid's face. "How is she?" "I think I might have killed the poor girl." One of Nicolette's hands lifted and offered a thumb up gesture to them, which made Andy and Aisling both laugh until Aisling kissed Andy hard again. She reached down and grabbed Andy's hip to pull him hard into Nicolette, slamming his cock hilt deep into the French maid with enough force to make those heavy tits of hers jiggle and bounce. "That's it, Andy. Just rail the girl." "You're trying to make me cum inside of her, aren't you?" "It's working, isn't it?" Aisling giggled a little bit. "I'm giving up my load for the day to her. I want you to fill her cunt so full of cum that there's enough for me to lick a little bit out of her gash when you're done. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Andy groaned a little bit. "You're wicked, Ash." " Umm, just like you want me to be. I have to admit, I'm a little addicted to it, seeing a new slut fuckdrunk on your spunk for the first time, her eyes rolled back in her head, the orgasm so intense that she's trembling like she's been struck by lightning. It make you seem so powerful." "I don't think I can last long," he mumbled. "She's fucking tight." "Then why wait? She wants your jizz. I want you to jizz inside of her. You want to jizz inside of her." She kissed his cheek and then moved nibble on his earlobe. "Go on. Give your newest slut her nut. Fill her up with that hot spunk and claim her. Your girlfriend is telling you to do it. Cream her up. In your house. Make her your slut, your maid, your personal fuckhole. Give to us. Please Master, she fucking needs it. I need it. Cum for us. Flood the little bitch with your cum. Show her who the lord of the house is." Aisling licked her tongue along the shell of his ear, then breathed hot onto his flesh, before whispering, "Own her. Cum!" Nicolette's heels pressed into the small of his back as he pushed his cock hilt deep inside of her cunt and began to erupt inside of her. As soon as the first blast of his jism hit the back of her cunt, Nicolette began to thrash, her heels lifting off his skin as her legs pointed straight up into the air and began to practically vibrate, quaking like she had her own personal earthquake. Eventually Andy's release ebbed back, and Aisling leaned to kiss him once more, her hand reaching up to brush sweat from his face. "Another one bites the dust," she giggled against his mouth before he pulled his hips back, letting his cock slide out from Nicolette's snatch as the girl's legs moved to slump down on the footstool, her whole body lying ragdoll limp, her lips very quietly mumbling that familiar word over and over again. Aisling lifted her hips up and moved back to her feet, shifting Nicolette to move the maid's entire body up onto the couch, cradling the girl's head against the pillow on the armrest. Andy was starting to adjust to tuck his cock away before he felt Aisling's hand stop him. "Just wait there, mister." The Irish girl grabbed a blanket and moved to lay it over Nicolette's unconscious form, covering her up, making sure the maid looked cozy. After Nicolette was properly tucked in, she turned around and kneeled down to lick his cock clean. It had still been glistening with a bit of his cum, as well as juices from Nicolette's cunt, but Aisling gave it a spit shine. Andy could feel himself struggling to get hard again, but as soon as Aisling had his cock clean, she tucked it away. "Tomorrow you can take care of the gardener and the cook." "Fucking this many people is exhausting, Ash." "Awww. Poor baby. Do you know how much sympathy I have for you, half a dozen women craving your cum so much they'll fling themselves at you?" "Very little?" "Not even that much." Andy chuckled, helping Aisling to her feet. "Yeah, I guess that's fair." Chapter 12 Andy awoke the next morning much earlier than he normally did. It was the fact that the bed beneath him was new to him. New bed, new house, but the house itself didn't change as much of his perspective as the bed did. Sure, the four of them had fit in his old bed back at the condo, but the new bed had plenty of room for them to sprawl out if they wanted, and yet, he still awoke with all the girls basically pressing up against him, Aisling and Niko on either side of him, and Lauren mostly draped over Aisling. The cats were nowhere to be seen, although he wouldn't be surprised if they wandered across the bed several times during the night. He did his best to extricate one arm free so he could look at his watch, only to find it was actually nearly nine a.m., far later than he'd expected. The girls remained zonked, and he had to admit, they'd all been up a bit late into the wee hours of the morning just wandering around and exploring the house. He still felt like he didn't have a great handle on the layout of the place, but he figured that would come in time. Determined not to wake anyone, he wriggled his way downward, disentangling the gilded cage of arms and legs he found himself wrapped in. Once free, he was pleased to see that he hadn't woken any of the trio, so he headed into the closet to grab a change of clothes. Immediately, he feared he might have made a terrible mistake, as the walk in closet was larger than the old condo's living room, but thankfully, most of his t shirts were hanging on clothes hangers directly in front of him, and a dresser there seemed to have his pants, boxers and socks. In fact, as he glanced at the walk in closet, he was a little amused to see how little of what he saw was actually his own clothes. Sure, all of his clothes were there, but they took up a fraction of the amount of space the walk in closet had on offer. Each of the girls had carved up their own section of the closet space, although if the Major was to be believed, this wouldn't be enough room eventually. The Major had even suggested each partner consider taking one of the bedrooms of the manor as their own, simply to have their own space, and their own place to keep their clothes. "Personal space is going to be important," she had told them yesterday. Andy had immediately decided it was advice worth heeding. He grabbed a change of clothes and headed towards the bathroom. After stepping foot inside of the bathroom, he closed the door behind him, doing his best to keep the noise volume down, so as to not wake anyone. He imagined the girls would be up any minute now, but saw no reason to get anyone up before they awoke naturally. Some nights they all wore pajamas, but last night, they'd all just piled in one naked mess into the new bed, so the only thing Andy had to take off before he got into the shower was his watch and glasses, setting both on the counter next to his clothes. The shower space was just about the same size as the bathroom in the old condo, but it was a thing Andy had decided he was just going to have to come to terms with. Everything in the new home was going to be bigger, because it had more people to accommodate. It did, however, give him plenty of room to maneuver as he attempted to get the water's temperature to a level he was comfortable with. He hadn't even thought to ask how the utilities of the new home were going to be paid for. He made a mental note to ask someone about it as he stepped under the soothing warm water. Ten minutes later, he'd finished the shower, dried himself off and gotten dressed. As he passed through the bedroom, he could see that while none of the girls were awake yet, they had shifted to make up for his absence, now lined up like three little spoons, with Niko's ass pressed against Aisling's hips, and Aisling's ass against Lauren's hips. The cats had also joined them on the bed, sitting at either corner of it, almost like they were on guard duty. Andy reached down to pet Huginn, and the black cat leaned his head up to lean into Andy's touch. He smirked as the cat slowly pulled away from Andy's hand, but it was only to roll onto his back, exposing his belly, hoping Andy would give it a rub. He patted the plump cat's tummy briefly, but not long enough so that Huginn would think it was a game of Attack The Hand. He didn't want to remain long enough to wake the girls, so he grabbed his phone from the charger on the nightstand, moved to the door of the bedroom and slipped out, closing it shut behind him as he moved into the hallway. The layout of the house was still fuzzy in his head, but he knew for certain that if he wanted to grab some breakfast, he needed to head downstairs. As he wandered downstairs, the cook, Jennifer, he thought her name was, awaited him. She still had on the same apron from the day before, but the clothes she had on beneath it had changed to warmer colors. The t shirt was a light green and the slacks a cream color. "Good morning, sir. Would you like some breakfast?" she asked, a smile beaming at him. She was fidgeting, he noticed, and he was certain that the effects of the vaccine were starting to claw at her. He would have to make sure to take care of both her and the gardener today. "Sure, Jennifer, that'd be nice. Is it Jennifer, or do you prefer Jen or Jenny?" he asked her, as she started to lead him towards the dining room. "Whatever you'd like, sir," she said, demurely. "No," he chuckled, "I'm asking you what you prefer to be called. I don't mind being in charge of the house and all that, but I'm not about to go around deciding what people are called. What do you prefer to be called?" "Jenny, sir," she giggled. "Sorry, sir. What would you like for breakfast today?" "Just, like, a croissant or a bagel with egg, cheese and ham on it? I don't need anything special." "Give me five minutes and I'll whip something up for you." Andy moved to sit down at the dining room table. The chairs were aimed at a much more formal environment, something he was going to have to make sure got corrected. He felt a little bit like Michael Keaton as Batman, sitting at a massively empty table all by himself. He opened his friend group's Discord chat channel and typed in a message to Eric “ you okay in your new place, man? “ but he saw that Eric was off line and didn't respond, so he figured he'd hear back from him later in the day. Phil was up, though, and the two chatted for a little bit while Andy waited for breakfast to arrive. Jenny poked her head in. "Did you want juice or milk, or should I make coffee?" "God, the girls made drink coffee, but I can't fucking stand it. So it wouldn't hurt to put a pot on, but none for me, thanks. I'll just have some orange juice or pineapple juice or whatever." "Got it," she said, dipping back into the kitchen, the swinging door closed behind her. Phil was in good spirits, and let Andy know that he would be behind the wall in the gated community before the end of the week, which meant they could all hang out again. Phil insisted that on Saturday, they should all get together and play poker while the new families intermingled, something Andy agreed to immediately, and suspected Eric wouldn't have any problem with. "Sir, can I talk to you for a minute?" Jenny said, as she brought out a tray with a bagel filled exactly as he'd asked and a glass of orange juice on it. "I don't mean to be rude or impatient, but,” "No no, Jenny, I know. You're having trouble thinking clearly, and would like to get imprinted as soon as possible. Let me eat my breakfast, and then we can go take care of it if you like." "I would like, sir, but that's not it." The girl looked at her hands as she wrung them together nervously before she looked up at him. "May I speak freely, sir?" "Jenny, you're now and forever under orders to always speak freely in the house, okay? What is it?" "It's my partner, sir, Katie." "What about her?" "Well, she, ah, she lied on her forms. Sir." "About, what exactly, Jenny?" Andy wanted to know what was going on, but he was also famished, so he took a bite from his breakfast sandwich, as if encouraging the girl to continue speaking. "It's, well, it's a bit embarrassing, sir, but, you know that Katie and I are partners, right?" Andy swallowed his mouthful and took a sip from his orange juice before he spoke again. "You did mention it yesterday when you introduced yourselves." He gestured to a chair across the table from him. "Sit, sit. Now tell me what's up?" Jenny looked at the chair like it might bite her, but then nervously moved to sit down, her hands still folded together on top of the table. "So, uh, while I'm bisexual, Katie isn't. Sir. She's strictly a lesbian." Andy tried to keep his face blank. "Alright." "So while she's going to need to intake your jism regularly, she's, uh,” "She's going to be a pain in the ass about it," Katie said, moving into the room, clearly sounding cross. "Is that what you were going to say, Jen?" Katie was dressed in work clothes, having been outside working in the gardens, and had dirt on her knees, although she'd been careful not to drag any loose dirt into the house. "We're so fucked." "Baby, no! I just wanted to explain,” "You just wanted to explain that I wasn't going to do my job to our new boss. That's just great, Jenny! Now we're going to get hauled out of here and thrown in jail!" "Katie, please!" "We're fucked. We're so fucked, just because you had to grow a fucking conscience! I could've faked it! I could've pretended and just gotten through it, but no, you had to,” "Ah Hem!" Andy said, loudly clearing his throat to get both of them to settle down. "Can I interject into this, or do you two want to go on arguing about what I'm going to do without actually knowing anything?" Katie moved to nervously sit down in a chair next to Jenny, looking a little taken aback. "Sorry, sir." "Sorry, sir," Jenny echoed. "Thank you." Andy took another bite from his sandwich, which was delicious, while he let the two women sit in silence a moment, as if almost daring them to start arguing again. They made it past him finishing the sandwich without speaking again, but he was on his last sip of orange juice when Katie, the Hispanic girl, couldn't help herself and spoke again. "I love my wife, sir, and I want to remain faithful to her. And you seem like a nice enough man, but I'm just not attracted to you in any way. Sorry, sir." Andy smiled and shook his head a little bit. "Good lord, they barely told me anything, and somehow I still know more about all of this than you two do. Jenny, are you bisexual, or are you also lesbian?" "Bisexual, sir, but I'm married. To Katie." He nodded. "Look, I get that. So here's your options. If you want, I can tell the army you've changed your mind, and you can go back there, but if you've already been given the vaccination, you're unfortunately going to have to get paired up with some man." "That part's actually true?" Andy nodded. "I'm sure you're already feeling it, that unfamiliar blaze in your body. It'll get worse, a lot worse, until it's harder and harder to think, and you're just a raw, rutting creature, yearning for male sperm of some kind." "How horrible," Jenny whispered. "Better than the disease, Jenny," Katie said, patting her arm. "So what are our other options?" "The obvious one is, naturally, that you both continue to be here, do your jobs, and I simply provide sperm for you to consume. I mean, I could just bring you in towards the end of a session with me and one of my partners, or with Nicolette,” "Who?" Katie asked. "He knows," Nicolette said, standing in the door, leaning against the doorframe. She was wearing another maid's outfit, but it was subtly different than the one she'd worn yesterday. "And he wasn't mad. He even thought the whole Yvette thing was funny." "Or I could just agree to always use the two of you together, but the only person I touch would be Jenny, and Katie could touch Jenny. It's not strictly what you had in mind, but,” "But it would satisfy Katie's insistence that she remain faithful," Jenny said. "Would you be okay with that, baby?" "Okay?" Katie said, rolling her eyes. "Well, I might be able to get to okay eventually, if that's okay with you. Sir." "Come on," Andy said, rising to his feet. "Take me to your room and we'll get you both imprinted." "I'd, I'd rather you not come into our room, sir," Katie said. "If that's okay, sir. I'd like that to be just our special place, mine and Jenny's." "That's fine, but we'll need to have some place to lay you both down once you're done." "I did just fine on one of the couches, Master," Nicolette giggled. "Maybe we should use one of the living room spaces again." "Alright, but let's use one more off to the side." "There's always the lounge out in the pool house," Katie suggested. "I have a pool house? Y'know what, forget I asked. Of course I have a pool house. Fine, let's go out to the pool house. Nicolette, if the girls wake up, let them know I'll be back in a little bit, okay?" "Of course Master," she said with a curtsey, as Katie put her arm around Jenny's waist, and the two started to lead him to the back yard. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful, sir," Katie said, as they walked past the pool. Sure enough, on the other side, there was a small house, which Andy could see had showers, a sauna, bathrooms, a small bedroom, and a little lounge. Hell, by itself, it was bigger than the old condo, and clearly this was a little guest house. "But I don't think your sperm is going to do anything for me." "Mentally, sure, probably not, Katie. But on a biological level, you'll find this whole thing is a little surreal. When you meet Niko, you'll get to know what sort of state she was in when she came into my life. She'll tell you the story herself, I'm sure, but from my point of view, she practically assaulted me before I even got her name." Jenny grinned impishly, as she closed the door behind Andy. The lounge had three couches in a U shape pointing towards a massive television, with a picture window on the side wall facing the pool. "I have to admit, that sounds kinda hot." "It was," Andy said, as the two girls pushed him to sit down in the middle of the couch. "A little terrifying, but kinda hot. So how do you want to do this?" Katie leaned up and pressed her lips against Jenny's, as Jenny's hand smoothed down her wife's hip. The kiss intensified and Andy could see the tongues dancing together, as Katie's hand moved to cup one of Jenny's plump tits through the apron before reaching behind her to untie it, pulling it up and over her head, tossing it aside. "I'm thinking Jenny here'll blow you, and I'll just share it at the end, so you have to tell us when you're close. If that's okay. Sir." "That's fine, Katie. If you always want to do it this way, that's fine, or if you want to switch it up now and again, we can do that too." Katie nodded, and reached down to pull Jenny's t shirt up and over her head, exposing the brunette's overabundance of titflesh that had actually been quite concealed by the apron. "We, uh,” She blushed a little bit before continuing, pushing Jenny down to her knees. "We've had threesomes before. I don't mind if Jenny gets a little cock now and then, as long as I'm always there, but it's hard to get men to understand I don't want any. They usually try to pressure me to join in." "Well I won't ever do that, Katie," Andy said. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, although,” Jenny had unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped them, as the other two continued to talk. Katie smirked, rolling her eyes a little. "As long as you don't care if I say no, you can always ask, sir." "I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind taking your top off as well, so we're all at least a little exposed here." "No, I can do that," she said, unzipping the top of the worksuit. "My tits aren't anywhere near as nice as Jenny's, though." She peeled the top down to her waist, exposing a perky caramel colored pair of tits, capped with darker tan nipples. "You've got excellent tits, Katie," Andy said to her, as she tied the arms of the top around her waist to tie it in place. "And don't you ever take shit from anyone who says otherwise." "Aw, you're sweet, Andy," she said before looking down at her wife. "How's it look, hon? Something you can work with?" Jenny nodded, having fished out Andy's cock, her fingertips stroking up and down it slowly. "It's a good size. I may want to have a ride on it now and again, if that's okay, baby." "Let's take it all one step at a time, okay?" Katie said. She moved to sit down on the couch next to Andy, laughing softly. "She's always been over eager. But I'll probably let you fuck her now and again. And I know she's a very good cocksucker. Her old boyfriend used to brag about it all the time." "Pig," Jenny said, before she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, letting her tongue brush over it slowly, evoking a shiver from Andy. "Oh! Not you, sir, him." "I figured that one out, Jenny." Andy glanced over at Katie. "So are you both really submissive? Did you really want to do this, be a gardener and a cook?" "Jenny's mostly submissive, and I'm a switch," the Hispanic woman said. "And these were the jobs we had in the before times, just at different places. I was the gardener for some tech millionaire, and Jenny worked in the kitchen at the S F O airport Marriott, so we'll do our jobs well, and the other thing reasonably well." "I just want to make sure I'm not forcing anyone to do anything they don't want to." "We will be sure to tell if you're pushing it. Sir." She laughed slightly at herself, as if chiding herself not to forget to call him that. "Remember, you're going to have to tell us when you're close, sir," Katie said. "I'm a man of my word, Katie." "I hope so." Jenny pushed her head down onto his cock, sliding her lips down a few inches before pulling her head back up. "Oh, if you're going to do it, just fucking do it, Jen." Katie took her hand and pushed on the back of Jenny's head, forcing her face down hard into Andy's lap, until he could feel the girl's lips around the base of his cock, her throat twitching as she was struggling not to gag. Katie leaned in to whisper into Andy's ear. "She fucking loves shit like this." After a few seconds, Katie pulled Jenny's head back, and the girl coughed, laughing throatily, spit dripping from her mouth onto his cock, tears running down her eyes, a crazy smile on her face. "Oh god, I think I fucking came when you did that, Kat." "Well, not to take credit for it, but that was my precum. You're starting the imprinting process now." "I call bullshit," Katie said. "Prove it." Andy decided the best way to do this was to mostly remain out of it, so he took Jenny's arm by the wrist, rubbing her palm over the tip of his cock, which oozed out a little bit of precum, then lifted it up towards Katie, palm facing her face. "Lick. Prove me wrong." Katie cocked an eyebrow at him, then leaned forward to run her tongue along Jenny's palm. As soon as her tongue slurped in that precum, she leaned back suddenly against the back of the couch, pulling up her knees to her chest, her face scrunched tightly as she spasmed violently. Andy was fairly certain that Katie's panties were drenched, but didn't want to embarrass the girl by looking. After a few seconds, Katie's eyes opened again, and she groaned, a sultry wanton sound. "Oh you utter bastard," she moaned. "I know that's all physiological, but fuck was that good,” "You're going to get that same sensation each time you get any of my cum. Both of you. Ash's been with me the longest, about two months now, and she says it's never gotten any less intense, and from time to time, it's even way more intense than that." Katie pushed Jenny's head back down into Andy's lap, forcing her mouth back onto his shaft, as she wriggled in her seat. "How often do we have to have it?" "We've experimented around a little bit with trying to wean a girl off of it, but after about a week or so, it starts impairing logic. Not a lot, at first, but a little bit. It's harder to think clearly, you find sex popping into your head unwarranted more than usual. And by ten days, it's like a painful gnawing hunger. Lauren wanted to try and go two full weeks without, but on day eleven, ah,” Katie laughed softly. "Go on. You said we have no secrets here." Andy nodded with a slight shrug. "She, uh, when I went to take my shower in the morning, she followed me in and forced me to fuck her by trapping me between the wall and the sink. She bent over the sink and braced her hands against it and pinned me. I mostly just stood there, my ass pressed against the wallpaper while she thrust back against me hard and fast. She's, ah, she's a lot stronger than I am." Both girls laughed, although Jenny's laugh was a bit muffled, as she still had most of his cock in her mouth. "I think once a week or so is something we can make work," Katie said, brushing her hand along the back of Jenny's neck. "See? I told you she was good." "Fuck, her tongue keeps teasing against the bottom of my balls. I'm not going to last long like this. You may want to,” "Sure," Katie said, sliding off the couch and onto her knees, off to the side of Andy's right leg. "I know how we can do this." She pulled Jenny's head up and free of his cock before pushing her over to the other side of Andy's legs, his legs pressed together. "C'mere, babe." Katie pulled Jenny close, and then the two women kissed with the length of his cock between them, blocking their lips from reaching each other until they both slid up and kissed with the head of his cock between them. Jenny reached down to fondle his balls, and he felt a second hand join, a little surprised that it was Katie's, as the two tongues danced against each other, and over the head of his cock, and he couldn't resist any longer, his body tensing up as he had a hand resting on either of their shoulders. When that release hit him, he could see Katie's other hand on the back of Jenny's neck, as if holding her in place, as he saw Jenny suddenly reach up and do the same, helping each other to stay locked in place around the tip of his cock, as he blasted a hot load of spunk into their mouths. He felt like he gave at least a few pumps of jizz into each of their mouths, and certainly they were both affected, as each of them began to tremble, the clasp of hands and necks keeping them all in place, as both of them swallowed mouthfuls until finally they could resist no longer and both girls slumped their heads back and to the side, the full weight of their unconscious bodies pressed into the couch. Each of them trembled and vibrated a little, the aftershocks of the process clearly still coursing through their veins. Both girls were quietly murmuring that familiar word, imprinting, over and over again. It took Andy a few seconds to regain his composure, but once he finally did, he tucked his cock away beneath his boxers and jeans, zipping them up and rebuttoning them before he stood up and extracted himself from between them. He moved to lift Katie up onto the couch first, laying the girl out on it, before picking up Jenny, pushing her onto the couch with Katie, draping one arm over the Hispanic girl. Then he picked up an afghan laying in the room and covered them both up, for warmth as much as modesty. It wasn't freezing cold, but Halloween was next week, and California in October could get cold. He assumed the guest house had heating, but didn't even have the slightest idea how to turn it on. He was about to leave, then decided to scout the pool house out a little more. Sure enough, he found a thermostat, and noticed it was set to off, so he set the temperature to 70F and turned it from Off to Auto, hearing a heater kick on along the far side of the building. His work done, he decided to head back inside. He stopped to look at the pool, marveling the fact that he had his very own swimming pool, something southern Californians might have in spades, but certainly came at a premium in the northern California area, where real estate was a scarcity. He'd had dreams of his works being optioned, turned into movies or some such, and hoped that they would make him oodles of money, but the books hadn't developed a big enough audience where Andy would've felt comfortable enough letting someone adapt his works while remaining faithful to what he'd written. A producer had once offered him ten grand for the rights in perpetuity for everything, offering Andy no creative influence, no backend profits and no altering of the deal if things performed well. Andy had, in response, made a Berry Gordy joke that he was sure went over the producer's head, then politely declined. He'd jokingly referred to it to his friends as the "you'll take our money, shut your mouth and like it" deal. But he didn't, he wouldn't and so he didn't have to. In the end, he'd still ended up with a pool. He continued heading towards the house, seeing Niko, wearing just one of his over sized t shirts, although he suspected she probably had panties on underneath. Her arms were crossed over her chest, so he couldn't be sure, but he thought that it was one of his Catherine Wheel t shirts. It looked like the orange corners of the "Ferment" album cover peeking around her arms. "Morning, sleepyhead," he said, as he walked up towards her. "Everyone else up?" "Ash was toweling off when I came downstairs and Lauren was just heading into the shower, so she should be down in a little bit," Niko said to him. If Aisling had fallen into the role of his girlfriend, Niko had worked herself into becoming his right hand woman. Aisling took care of him emotionally, and Niko seemed to enjoy making sure everything was humming along. She'd been the one to structure their packing, and made sure Andy didn't forget anything he would regret leaving behind. Sure, all of that stuff was being brought over, but Niko had made certain that Andy hadn't left anything truly important to other people. "Also, your newest girl is here. She's waiting in the living room. Well, the front living room. One of the front living rooms. The one closest to the door. I signed for her, figured you wouldn't mind. That's her car parked out front, and the Uhaul attached to it has the rest of the stuff from the condo." "Nice." Andy was surprised another girl had arrived so soon, but the Major had made it clear that they would be coming at a steady rate until he was at capacity, which meant at least another nine or so, maybe even as many as thirteen more, although Andy had stressed to the Major that stopping early was absolutely fine. The Major had seemed to think that was funny. They'd walked inside of the house and headed towards the front living room. "What's her name?" "Her name is,” "Taylor!" Lauren's voice shouted as Andy and Niko walked into the room. Sitting on the couch was a young blonde, barely five feet tall, in a white muscle t shirt that didn't cover all of her toned stomach, and a pair of jeans that looked like they were practically painted on. A denim jacket was draped over the back of the couch. The girl's hair was platinum blonde, bordering on white, clearly dyed or bleached, but had dark eyebrows, and Andy could see dark hair down at the roots. She had a gold belly ring and heavy Doc Martin shoes. Small diamond earrings adorned her ears, and around her right wrist was a gold bangle bracelet. Her lipstick was a bright pink. In fact, it was clear that the girl, who looked like she was in her early twenties, had spent a decent amount of time on both her outfit and her makeup, like she wanted to make a good first impression. It was also worth noting that she was more than a little buxom for her small height, the top strained over her large tits enough that Andy could make out a white bra on underneath it. If not for the dark roots, she almost reminded him a little of a smaller version of Lauren. Both girls had a bit of that 'I'm showing off for Instagram' vibe to them, although Andy would never have said it that way to Lauren. "Andy, no fucking way! I do not want that bitch in this house!" The girl on the couch looked like she was about ready to break down crying, as Lauren loomed over her. His Aussie partner had put on a bit more than Niko, in that she was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. "I'm sorry, Lauren," the girl, Taylor, said. "I'm so, so sorry, baby." "Don't fucking 'baby' me, you whore!" Lauren shouted, turning to walk towards Andy. "This is intolerable! Figure it out!" Lauren kept walking right past him and headed towards the stairs, each step heavy, almost like she was trying to stomp her anger out. "Figure It Out!" she shouted from upstairs, just before he heard the bedroom door slam loud enough to rattle the house. "I take it you know her?" Niko said to Taylor. "Yeah," Taylor mumbled. "I'm her ex girlfriend." Chapter 13 Andy looked at Niko, then at Taylor, then back to Niko, unsure of what to say to anyone. "Look, Niko, can you figure out her side of the story?" he said, gesturing to Taylor. "I'm going to go talk to Lauren and find out what the hell is going on." "Good luck, babe," Niko said, kissing his cheek. "Tell her," Taylor said before stopping, biting her bottom lip in a pout, then starting again. "Tell her if she'll let me, I'll spend the rest of my life apologizing to her." Andy didn't know what to say to that, so he walked out of the room and started heading to the stairs, trying to follow the sound he'd heard a minute or so ago of Lauren stomping off. Clearly there was bad blood here, but talking to Taylor first would only hurt Lauren's feelings, so he needed to check on his partner. Once he got to the top of the stairs, he saw Aisling leaning against the outside of the master bedroom door, which was closed. "What's all this then?" she said, jerking her finger to the door. "Lauren stormed in here crying a minute ago and told me to go away." "We just had a new girl show up, and apparently she used to be Lauren's girlfriend. I'm going to go talk to Lauren about it right now." Ash raised her hand. "Are you sure about this, Andy?" He shook his head with a sigh. "No, but I'm not going to sit around and do nothing, so I'm going in there." "You want me to go in with you?" Andy shook his head again. "No, better let me go in on my own." "Don't have to tell me twice. Who's keeping an eye on the ex?" "Niko's down talking to her. You're welcome to join her." "I'll do that," she said, moving to kiss his cheek, much as Niko had done. "You're a good man, Andy Rook. I'm sure you'll figure it out." "I think my spaceship knows which way to go. Tell,” "She knows," Aisling giggled, as she strolled past him and headed to the stairs. Andy moved to the bedroom door and considered knocking, but decided that it would only encourage Lauren to tell him to go away, so he simply opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind him. He saw his Aussie partner sitting on the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms folded atop of them, her face buried against her arms. "Okay, Laur, tell me the whole story," he said, moving over to sit down on the bed. "Taylor and I dated for about a year. She was even living with me for a few months, until one day I came home from work early and found her banging some guy in our,” She paused, wiping her eyes. "She was fucking some fella in my bed. I threw her out that night, and told her to pick her shit up the next day. I packed it up and left it in the hallway for her so I didn't even have to look at her. I haven't even seen her since." "Okay. What do you want me to do here?" "Do?" She curled her fingers together into fists before forcing herself to relax them. "What I want you to do is throw the bitch out on her ass and leave her to rot in the sun." "I somehow think the Air Force will come pick her up and take her back, if that's what you want." "She deserves a lot worse." "Well, she's already been injected with the vaccine, so the urge for male cum is probably eating away at her pretty badly right now, and you know what that's like." Lauren's face scrunched up. "It's a need, but it's not punishment." "And if I send her away, I'm pretty sure the Air Force is just going to give her to someone else in New Eden, so it's not like I can make her just disappear," he said, sighing softly. "But you're the one with the history here. So you tell me what you want. Should I throw her out? Is that what you want?" "What I want? What I want is for her to be punished and learn some fucking loyalty." "Do you want to be the one to do that?" Lauren rubbed her eyes again, then reached to take one of Andy's hands that had been resting atop of her knee. "What do you mean?" "Phil told me that if a woman partakes of the cum of a man other than the one she's imprinted to, it can have, consequences. Dire consequences. Which means she's going to have to be loyal to our family, if you want her to be a part of it." "She can't just come in without some retribution, Andy," Lauren said, shaking her head. "I won't let her just walk all over me like that." "Lauren. Love. At this point, you have the upper hand. You hold all the power right now. Your ex is here, and more than anything she wants to stay here, it looks like. Right before I came up here, she said she'd do everything she could to spend the rest of her life apologizing to you, to try and make it up to you. Have you talked to her at all since you threw her out?" "I didn't even talk to her when I threw her out, Andy!" Lauren said, tossing her

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.

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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

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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

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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.

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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.

Awww yeah, we're back! On this one it's a mix of horror and martial arts as we enter Ninja 3: The Domination! It's Sho Kosugi as a badass ninja exorcist and that girl Special K as a possessed ninja on this wild 80's action/horror flick Come for the Ninja, stay for the dance ninja spirit away moments ha! Check it out now! *Released the weekend of 7/19/2024

Awww this is the last week of vacation and I will be back with season 4 of Indie Artist Music Hustle with Blonde Intelligence. Enjoy this throwback. #BlondeIntelligenceSupport the Show.https://www.Blonde-Intelligence.comhttps://youtube.com/c/IndieArtistMusicHustlewithBlondeIntelligencehttps://chrt.fm/track/GF3B5B/dts.podtrac.com/redirect.mp3/feeds.myhost.com/my.mp3

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

This episode originally aired in January 2021 and was episode 38! Awww baby TSFU!Ashley and Cam talk about the dark underbelly of Competitive Endurance Tickling. Jeepers Creepers!⁠⁠In this week's episode, Ashley goes over the origins of Competitive Endurance Tickling, the woman who started it, and the events leading up to the making of Tickled, a critically acclaimed documentary by David Farrier and Dylan Reeve that aired on HBO in 2016. Cam covers the wild events that took place after the airing of the documentary and the confrontation that happened at the LA premier. She also talks about the 2017 sequel to the movie, The Tickle King.⁠The gals also had the immense pleasure of speaking with co-director Dylan Reeve for this month's Patreon exclusive! Find Dylan on his website and on twitter!✨Check out our Patreon for the sweetest swag around, 450+ ad free episodes (including 200 that aren't on the regular feed), monthly new bonus episodes (like Ash Learns the Bible and TSFU Presents) and access to all of our old bonus episodes, and SO much more! We really do pride ourselves on having one of the absolute best Patreons in the game!✨

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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

It's the return of the two-host podcast! Ari takes some time from her vacation to sit down with Chris to talk about the effects of compliments, recognition, paying attention, and the joy that comes from kindness. Awww! Get in here, everyone - group hug! If you have a suggestion for a question, topic, or guest you'd like to hear on a future episode of the show, let us know at podcast@naturalencounters.com! --------------------------------- This episode is brought to you by Magic Mind! To learn more about the world's first Productivity ShotTM and get up to 48% off your first order, go to https://www.magicmind.com/tectalkpod and enter the code TECTALKPOD20 at checkout. Thanks, Magic Mind! --------------------------------- The TEC Talk Podcast is also proud to be sponsored by Audible.com! To support the show and get a free 30-day trial of everything Audible has to offer, visit http://www.audibletrial.com/tectalk- thanks Audible!    

Wes, Eneasz, and David keep the rationalist community informed about what's going on outside of the rationalist communitySupport us on Substack!News discussed:Democrats saved Mike JohnsonNow they're all indignant that he's defending TrumpJoe Biden is saving us from the scourge of low pricesHe mocked Trump for doing the same thing NYT poll: Biden is losing in 5-of-6 swing statesTwo debates!Ukraine has started bombarding airfields in occupied CrimeaAlso, Russian oil refineries and fuel storage.the US has completed construction of their pier on Gaza for bringing in aid.Awww, the other two dropped outGovernment to Ban All US Election BettingIranian President died in helicopter crashOpenAI exodusAlso the most draconian non-disparagement b******t ever seen outside of TikTokGoogle Cloud deleted Unisuper's entire account and all dataAlabama Mercedez-Benz workers voted down unionHappy News!Jury found expulsion of students for “blackface” was baseless and malicious and has fined the school $1M. :)Indiana judge rules tacos, burritos are sandwichesNASA engineers publish a paper with the design for a warp driveBlue Origin is flying again after 2 years!Troop DeploymentsGet You A Woman That Likes MenDate Wes! or read his eroticaMaryzoso on Ex-TwitterSex Coaching from MaryzosoGot something to say? Come chat with us on the Bayesian Conspiracy Discord or email us at themindkillerpodcast@gmail.com. Say something smart and we'll mention you on the next show!Follow us!RSS: http://feeds.feedburner.com/themindkillerGoogle: https://play.google.com/music/listen#/ps/Iqs7r7t6cdxw465zdulvwikhekmPocket Casts: https://pca.st/vvcmifu6 Stitcher: https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/the-mind-killer Apple: Intro/outro music: On Sale by Golden Duck Orchestra This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit mindkiller.substack.com/subscribe

Awww yeah! Vol. 2 of this Rysky series! Ha you see what I did there? Mr. Rysk takes us to South Florida for about 3 minutes then back up to Orlando to cover Miami Connection! This flick has it all from orphans battling night club bands to ninjas riding ninjas! You know what I mean Ha! Check it out now! *Released the weekend of 5/17/2024

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.

Awww, the youth. Our future, so innocent and unassuming. But is that just the perfect ruse? What if someone revealed to you that their own child was capable of horrendous acts? On this episode, The Babes cover their oldest film yet - The alluring black and white, horror thriller from 1956, The Bad Seed. We discuss nosey neighbors, cunning 8 year olds, and how far a mother will go to protect her child. This movie is 68 years old and still shocks us! Grab your rollerblades, lock your treasure box, take your vitamins, AND be aware of The Bad Seed.TW: This film depicts scenes of s*ic*de, harm to and by children, violence, and family trauma. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit babes.substack.com

This week's show was recorded a little earlier than usual, but the vibe (man!) was strong. Vincent worked nine days in a row. John ate red chili threads up north. And Quinno was being gently mocked. At least it was gently. Awww, nice.

This week Keegan, Cassi and Christina talk about the SoCal floods and sleeping in separate rooms from your partner. The FMK is between Cameron Diaz, Chris Hemsworth and Rick Moranis. Going into the bad date stories, Christina shares a date with a hangover, Keegan shares a silent prom date and Cassi shares a date with 2 hours in the bathroom. Christina wraps it up in the true crime segment, Tainted Love, with the story of Todd Chance. Got a bad date to share? Go to https://myworstdatepodcast.com or follow us on Instagram, TikTok & YouTube @myworstdatepodcast.

In episode 254, a viscious dicussion about nuts breaks out and Pat and Jeff discuss the Super Bowl and the NBA trade deadline.

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