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Jonah Feingold https://www.imdb.com/name/nm3783212/ talks about connecting with your parasocial audience to create the films you want to make. And he shares why he got in front of the camera in his latest film, "31 Candles."Matt and Oren get Jonah to talk about filming in New York and how a living city creates one-off opportunities that plus your scene. And the three chat about product placement and the real benefit filmmakers can get from YouTube. You can connect with Jonah at jonahfeingold.nyc and on IG: @jonahfeingold---Help our Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/JustShootItPodMatt's Endorsement: "They Came Together" w/ Amy Kohler and Paul Rudd https://www.imdb.com/title/tt2398249/Oren's Endorsement: whisper.ai voice to text https://whisperai.com/Jonah's Endorsement: "Broadcast News" https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092699/ . And do a silent take when on set. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

30 years ago, England's two top bands were engaged in a rivalry created by the British music press. It was initially, to illicit record sales, but after a few remarks from the bands, it became personal. Blur and Oasis traded barbs, while bkth bands recorded their best work. these are select tracks from the two leaders of 1990's Britpop. Also...If you would, please make a donation of love and hope to St. Jude Children's HospitalMake an impact on the lives of St. Jude kids - St. Jude Children's Research Hospital (stjude.org)Other Items of Interest:Kathy Bushnell Website for Emily Muff bandHome | Kathy Bushnell | Em & MooListen to previous shows at the main webpage at:https://www.buzzsprout.com/1329053Pamela Des Barres Home page for books, autographs, clothing and online writing classes.Pamela Des Barres | The Official Website of the Legendary Groupie and Author (pameladesbarresofficial.com)Listen to more music by Laurie Larson at:Home | Shashké Music and Art (laurielarson.net)View the most amazing paintings by Marijke Koger-Dunham (Formally of the 1960's artists collective, "The Fool").Psychedelic, Visionary and Fantasy Art by Marijke Koger (marijkekogerart.com)For unique Candles have a look at Stardust Lady's Etsy shopWhere art and armor become one where gods are by TwistedByStardust (etsy.com)For your astrological chart reading, contact Astrologer Tisch Aitken at:https://www.facebook.com/AstrologerTisch/Tarot card readings by Kalinda available atThe Mythical Muse | FacebookEmma Bonner-Morgan Facebook music pageThe Music Of Emma Bonner-Morgan | FacebookFor booking Children's parties and character parties in the Los Angeles area contact Kalinda Gray at:https://www.facebook.com/wishingwellparties/I'm listed in Feedspot's "Top 10 Psychedelic Podcasts You Must Follow". https://blog.feedspot.com/psychedelic_podcasts/Please feel free to donate or Tip Jar the show at my Venmo account@jessie-DelgadoII

This episode I'm joined by Jennifer Kretchmer. She's worked with all the usual suspects in the TTRPG business, but the MCDM community might know her from the 10 Candles video on Matt's channel, and more recently as the accessibility consultant on Draw Steel. The work she did on Draw Steel, actually broke new ground in the field of art descriptions.Links to everything: https://goblinpoints.com/2522#linksChapters:00:00 Intro00:53 Interview01:01:55 OutroSupport the show GoblinPoints.com Stawl.app Discord Server Leave a comment on YouTube or Spotify, or send me an email at tips@goblinpoints.com.Theme music by Patrick Haesler.Art by Chris Malbon.

 “Is the death of the rom-com hurting how we date in 2025?” That's the provocative question that kicks off this lively episode of The JB and Sandy Show! Join JB, Sandy, and Tricia as they dive into everything from hilarious Thanksgiving t-shirt trends (“Pies Before Guys” and “Gravy Is My Spirit Animal” are just the beginning!) to Austin's infamous Blue Santa operations—and the shocking story of a real-life Grinch caught on camera stealing gifts meant for kids.

After almost a month break, government shutdowns, Halloween, and whole mess of other things, we're back and ready to talk perfumes (and apparently candles). We discuss the new release from Maison d'ETTO and they're wonderfully milky collaboration with Rodrigo Flores-Roux. We continue to Stan for Perfumer H, both perfumes and candles, and discuss a new line of candles from Sam of My World of Fragrance.Oh yeah, and The Game...Scents Mentioned in the Episode:i-Dream by Maison d'ETTO / Matin Calin Comptoir by Sud Pacifique / Black Tie by Celine / Vanilla Powder by Matiere Premiere / Vanille Antique by Byredo / Clove Candle by Perfumer H / Feu de bois and Sapin Candles by Diptyque / Choco Mascarpone and Altar Candles by Byredo /  Rose with Insect, Flower No 1, and Ink by Perfumer H / Carnal Flower by Frederic Malle, OroNardo by Xinu / Miraceti by Aesop / Black Spruce and Fauna by Régime des Fleurs / Vietnamese Coffee by d'Annam /  Fumabat by Couteau de Poche / Spoturno Perfumes / Invasion Barbare by Parfums MDCI / Monterey Drive and Room 1063 Candles by Augment / Flaming Creature and Carnival of Souls by Marissa Zappas / L'Air de Rien by Miller Harris / Gloam by Aesop / L'Oblìo by Meo Fusciuni / Bois D'Argent by Christian Dior / La Fille de Berlin by Serge Lutens / French Affair by Ex Nihilo / French Poetry by St Rose / Creme Bouquet by Stila / El by Arquiste / Musk by Kiehl's / Au Delà Narcisse by FZOTIC / Warm Bulb by Clue Perfumery / Mellow Yellow by Astrophil & Stella / Ethereal Wave by LIIS / The Game:*** Jane's first two entries were switched by mistake. Her first entry is actually Cuir Garamante by Parfums MDCI, second is Cuir by Le Galion. They are listed in the recorded but incorrect order below***Cuir by Le Galion / Lilac Brûlée by FZOTIC / Cuir Garamante by Parfums MDCI / In Between by Heretic / La Couleur de la Nuit by Voyages Imaginaires / Juliet In White by St Rose(00:00) - - Intro (02:06) - - i-Dream by Maison d'ETTO (10:27) - - Bookstores, Perfumer H, and Seasonal Candles (21:54) - - Black Spruce by Régime des Fleurs (29:06) - - The Augment Brand Candles (31:45) - - Scents We've Been Wearing (41:30) - - The Game Please feel free to email us at hello@fragraphilia.com - Send us questions, comments, or recommendations. We can be found on TikTok and Instagram @fragraphilia

Millie Habtemariam/Full Circle Salon & Suites and Full Circle Candles Full Circle Salon & Suites and Full Circle Candles were founded by master stylist and artisan Millie Habtemariam, whose 43-year career in beauty, education, and customer care has shaped both brands into pillars of creativity and community in Suwanee, Georgia. Full Circle Salon & Suites […]

Millie Habtemariam/Full Circle Salon & Suites and Full Circle Candles Full Circle Salon & Suites and Full Circle Candles were founded by master stylist and artisan Millie Habtemariam, whose 43-year career in beauty, education, and customer care has shaped both brands into pillars of creativity and community in Suwanee, Georgia. Full Circle Salon & Suites […] The post Millie Habtemariam with Full Circle Candles & Salon, April Smith with The Survivors’ Nest, and Abigail Gonzalez with National Junior League of Cotillions appeared first on Business RadioX ®.

Tulku Orgyen P'huntsok Rinpoche is a Vajrayana Buddhist teacher at the Odiyana Institute in Santa Barbara, CA, and one of Jaymee's root guru's in Tibetan Buddhism. At 18 months of age he was recognized as the reincarnation of an important teacher by His Holiness Dudjom Rinpoche, and was raised since childhood to fulfill his incarnation. He is a beautifully tender and peaceful man, who speaks with simplicity, humor, and the lightest touch imaginable. On this, his fourth and most profound conversation with Jaymee on the podcast, teacher and student discuss Tibetan Buddhist philosophy, the true nature of mind, the mechanisms of karma and the exponential heart of devotion.www.loveistheauthor.comLITA PODCAST: hosted, produced, edited and music by Jaymee Carpenter. ODIYANA CHARITABLE SOCIETY: www.odiyanacs.orgInterested in Trauma Counseling/Mentorship with Jaymee?email: lacee@loveistheauthor.com to set up a free consultation,or visit: www.loveistheauthor.com/mentorship SPONSORS: YERBA MADRE www.yerbamadre.comBOSSANOVA SOAP & CANDLES www.bossanovasoap.comTOTALLY BLOWN ⁠⁠⁠www.totallyblown.us⁠⁠⁠RAUM GOODS www.raumgoods.comINDIAN LODGE ROAD www.indianlodgeroad.comTHiS SHOW is a LABOR of LOVE. PLEASE SUPPORT IT: www.patreon.com/loveistheauthorpodcastFAN CONTACT: lacee@loveistheauthor.comON INSTAGRAM:  @loveistheauthor / @unconventionalgardenerTHiS SHOW is a LABOR of LOVE. PLEASE SUPPORT IT: www.patreon.com/loveistheauthorpodcastFAN CONTACT: lacee@loveistheauthor.comON INSTAGRAM:  @loveistheauthor / @unconventionalgardener

November is here and so is a fresh episode of your favorite candle podcast! This week, Selena chats with Nisha Rana, the founder of AyurLight candles (@ayurlightcandles on Instagram). Nisha was inspired to launch her own brand of candles that merge the ancient wisdom of Ayurveda (a traditional Indian system of medicine that emphasizes maintaining balance and harmony in the body, mind, and spirit) with the science of aromatherapy to create "candles with a purpose." She shares her candle journey, lessons learned as a founder, and introduces Selena to many new scents! Please enjoy and remember to subscribe, rate, and review, candle heads! (Music: bensound.com) 

The Time Riders: Part 2 When you've got a time machine, practice makes perfect. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Always The Student. Mark was lying on his back, panting while Becky squirmed and writhed on top of him, moaning in pleasure. His hands were on her opulent tits, kneading them just how she loved it. The lovers were covered in sweat as she ground her cunt down onto his cock, taking him deep inside. He matched her sensual rhythm, pushing up while she pressed down, squeezing his shaft with each thrust he made. "Yes, Mark;” she gasped, her hands resting on his chest while she writhed on him shamelessly. It didn't matter that she was his former high school Physics teacher, or even that she still was, in a sense, she was committed to fucking him because she'd promised herself she'd enjoy this, and Becky did her damdest to always follow her own advice. "Yes, baby, right there;” Becky now began gyrating her hips in a circle on top of him, interrupting the rhythm that would certainly had led to both of them cumming and she wanted to prolong this session. She felt Mark regain control of himself, adapting to the new pace, although he continued to molest her tits, pinching and tugging on her nipples. Her flawless skin glistened with her exertions, the wonderful scent of a woman making love permeating the air. "Hmm, good boy," she purred, smiling down at him. "You're learning." "I've got the best teacher I could ask for." Mark replied, grinning back. "Forget all the time travel stuff you're helping me figure out, you're amazing in bed, Becky. I've never cum so hard before, not like when I'm with you." "You're so sweet, darling," she cooed, reveling in the feel of his throbbing cock deep inside her. Ever since that night he'd snuck into her home and failed so miserably at trying to seduce her so she would change his Physics grade, they'd become ardent lovers, with her being nearly as addicted to their sex as he was. "You make me cum really hard too, just so you know. And the gift you brought me back from London was so thoughtful. How would you like to fuck me next?" Mark nodded, pondering her question. He had indeed brought her back a gift, from London in the 1880's. He'd come back with a lovely dress from the period and a bottle of Italian wine. Even though she had never accompanied him on a temporal trip (except that very first one, to prove he had a time machine at all), she seemed to have an innate understanding of how to time travel without screwing things up, which was very easy. He took hold of her hips and slowly rolled her onto her stomach. She purred as she pushed her legs together and then knelt over her thighs. She put her chin on her arms and sighed as he pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed his cock down into her cunt. Her clamped legs made her feel tighter than ever and he groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out. Keeping himself up on his hands, his back arched so that she was pinned beneath him, he began to piston his hips, fucking his teacher. "Oh, Mark;” she murmured. "It's so good this way. Your cock feels so wonderful inside me." "Uh, God;” he breathed, shuddering as she squeezed her cheeks together, clamping her cunt around him as he thrust. "I never wanna stop fucking you." "I don't want you to," she gasped as he hit her sweet spot. "And because you; oh; have your time machine; we can find a way; to fuck forever;” She squirmed and writhed beneath him while he pushed up and down on her, both of them getting slick with sweat. They groaned and panted together. He leaned down and bit her shoulder Becky keened in pleasure. Trembling, she arched her hips, pushing up against him. She could feel his cock twitching and swelling inside her. "Gonna cum;” he breathed, pushing down and straining. "Uh! Yes, cum in me, Mark!" she wailed. She pressed her face into a pillow as she screamed, feeling her student's cum spurting inside and filling her spasming cunt. Mark shook and groaned loudly, so glad they were in her house and could be as loud as they needed to be. Her slammed his hips down onto her, tingling pleasure blossoming through him. Mark collapsed on top of her, both of them limp and breathing heavily. He reached under Becky and put his hands on her tits, squeezing gently. She hummed and undulated her soft cheeks beneath him, milking his cock for all of his cum, her wet cunt wanting every last drop. They said nothing for several minutes, just lying there in bliss. Becky finally slowly turned over, Mark's cock slipping out of her and they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing deeply. He pushed his still-hard cock back in and moved back and forth gently inside her and she squeezed him in rhythm. Tongues tangled and they hummed contentedly into one another's mouths. "God, I want to find a way to have multiples of you fucking me all at once," she purred, smiling into his eyes and caressing his cheek. "One in my cunt, one in my ass, another in my mouth; hmm, that sounds heavenly." "Yeah, but won't I, like, blow up spontaneously, or collapse the universe if I encounter myself?" he asked somewhat warily. He liked the idea of fucking all Becky's holes, but not if it made everything go boom. She giggled and bopped his nose. "Silly. Why are you asking me? You're the one with access to this time-travel police force. What did you say they were called? TEA?" "Yeah, they said they're called the Temporal Enforcement Agency." Mark confirmed. "I called them Teabaggers and they didn't think that was funny." "Oh, be nice to them, darling," she chided gently. "After all, they're protecting the timeline for crazy kids like you." "Yeah, I guess," he admitted, knowing she was infinitely more sensible than him about these things. She was already so much smarter at this temporal stuff than he was. The only reason his little trip to 1800's London went well was because she'd prepped him and made him think it through. "Getting myself killed is apparently pretty easy." "Boo, and then we couldn't fuck anymore," she said, sounding sad. "And even if you stopped time-travelling tomorrow, I'd still want to fuck you. You've unleashed a demon in me." "I know it," he laughed. "I have to rest a few days after our marathon fuck sessions, only to come back in your next day to keep up with your libido. Not that I'm complaining, mind." She giggled. "Well I do love to fuck," she agreed. "Maybe one day, I'll go with you. I'd love to fuck in a harem bath house or a Parisian brothel." Mark rolled off her and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He could almost see the steam rising off them. As tricky as time travel was, he never would have ended up in bed with his Physics teacher if it hadn't been for his time machine. "That chronometer the agents gave me comes in really handy," he said, his thoughts drifting. "It actually gives me little warnings if I'm getting too close to another temporal event. It means I can't do some things I'd like to do, but things get complicated." She smiled. "You said they called it 'the Limelight Effect' or getting clock hammered, depending on what you were trying to do." He nodded. "They didn't like it when I called it 'clock-blocking'." "You said they had no sense of humor." Becky mused. "But maybe practicing with your Holmes Field Device in minor ways will help." He turned and looked at her. "How so?" "Well," she began, turning on her side to look at him, her hand propping up her head. Her nipples gently kissed the skin of his arm. "How about you take me out for dinner? We'll pick a low-traffic area, somewhere time travelers don't go. You said that your chronometer dials are difficult to physically turn and the Holmes Field device always skews numbers if you're trying to get anywhere that would prove troublesome." He considered what she was saying. "So, take you to some remote village in the past where no one else is ever interested in going. We can try finessing my control of the device." She nodded. "Precisely. I don't know about you, but I speak flawless French, we could visit a little village in France's past and we could get some dinner. You could learn how to deal with the locals, get a feel for what you'll have to do if you keep travelling the time stream." "It's weird how you can say words like 'time stream' so naturally, like it's normal," he sighed. "Still, you're right, careful practice is probably a good thing." "It'll be fun," she said, reaching over and taking hold of his hip to turn him into her. Her tits were now squashed to his chest, his soft cock against her gooey cunt. "How bad a teacher can I be for this? You made it through my physics class without tearing a hole in reality." "And yet I failed," he sighed. "I doubt I can fuck my way out of every bit of trouble I get myself into." She giggled and took his hand, pulling him off the bed and leading him to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee while she stroked his cock gently, She shivered as she peed, feeling his cum trickling of her, pulling him closer and taking him in her mouth. She hummed as she bobbed back and forth, enjoying their mingled taste. Mark had to admit that he was enjoying how relaxed she was around him now that they were lovers. "So," she said finally, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a quiet pop. "We'll shower and get cleaned up. Then we'll head to the public library to figure out where and what we're doing. Anybody asks, I'll say I'm helping you with your schoolwork." He smiled slyly, feeling a familiar tingle in his cock at the thought of showering with her. This was going to be a good night. "So here's a question," she remarked as she watched Mark get dressed in the outfit they'd bought for the occasion, hidden from prying eyes in her basement, where he kept the Holmes Field Device. They'd visited a costume shop and found clothing that was a good fit for the period they were visiting, that being France in the 1600's. "Did they ever tell you about any contacts you can make in the time stream? You know, like dealers?" He looked at her quizzically. "Dealers?" "Sure," she said, nodding. "There must be time-travelers who make their living by providing goods and services to other travelers. I mean, you need to be able to get money and supplies somewhere, so that you don't stick out like a sore thumb, right?" "Yeah, that'd make sense," he admitted. "I mean, I got lucky when I tried going to London and got that dress, I managed to pawn off some knick-knacks I'd brought with me, because I didn't know how else to pay for anything. And they thought I was just some ignorant American. I got out a lot quicker than I thought I would." "I think we should find out," she reasoned. "If you're going to do this, you should really learn how to find what you need." "Exactly how much time-travelling do you think I'm gonna be doing?" he asked, giving her a wry look before continuing to put on his new outfit. "Well, we know you have no future as a physicist, maybe you'll find something you're good at in the time stream," she giggled, making him sigh. She moved forward to help him get into his clothes, since he clearly had no idea what he was doing. "And even if you don't know how to find a dealer, I'm willing to bet that they'll know how to find a traveler." He couldn't argue with that logic and stood still while she corrected his attire, kissing his nose as she finished. He then watched as she got into her own period garb, doing so much more efficiently than he had done. She saw him looking at her and winked. "In spite of my physics major, I also did a lot of work in theater," she quipped, holding her top loosely in place over her opulent tits. "I've been in Les Mis a few times, so I know my way around period garb." "I feel bad about you bringing that jewelry to trade for money," he said, wishing he had more to offer. He didn't just yet, however. "Oh, they're nothing, it's just old gold I never wear," she said dismissively. "I'd probably just end up selling them in a pawn shop at some point. This way, at least it's getting some use. I sell these things I never wear, we get the proper currency, then we go and have some fun. I don't see how this can be a bad thing." "I guess I just feel like it should be me paying." Mark murmured, trying not to blush. "Silly," she giggled again. "You're an eighteen year-old boy. What one earth could you possibly have accumulated that the time stream would be interested in?" "Well, you got me there," he sighed, giving up and letting her continue. "Maybe I'll make it big in the time stream and then I can keep you buying you the presents you deserve." "Ooh, you honey-dripper," she cooed, smiling and kissing his nose before stepping back and examining him. "Well, you're starting to look the part. I'll use some gel in your hair to tousle it a little and then I think we're probably as close as we can get, since neither of us has syphilis or tuberculosis." He waited while she fixed his hair and then took care of her own, pulling her golden locks back in a bow. She was wearing a peasant dress, one that accentuated her small waist and large bust. His outfit, was more akin to a gentleman of northern Europe, with a blue vest and white breeches that he found rather tight, especially around the crotch. "So, milord," she lilted, threading her arm through his and smiling at him. "Shall we sally forth?" He nodded and walked over toward the time machine, his chronometer in hand. 17th Century, France. "Combien allez-vous me donner pour ce pendentif?" Becky asked the owner of the dingy little shop they were standing in. Candles flickered on the walls, dimly illuminating the musty room. The shop-owner, a wizened little man wearing crooked spectacles, looked up her with rheumy eyes. He held out a gnarled hand and she gently put the dull gold bangle into it. Her brought it close to his face, examining it intently. He weighed it in his palm and then scratched the inner surface, testing its contents. He licked his lip as he considered her offering. Finally he put it down. "Onze Louis," he declared, nodding. "Onze Louis, quatre livres, douze sous et vingt-et-trois deniers." Mark looked at Becky, who was considering what he had told them. After a few seconds, she seemed to think he was being reasonable. "Bien. Tout en livres et sous, s'il vous plait." The man counted out one hundred and sixty-six sous and pushed them across the counter. His eyes widened slightly as she pushed a gold necklace and two rings to him for appraisal. Half an hour later, they exited the shop with a small purse containing the equivalent of nearly fifty Louis, a small fortune by the standards of the period and their locale. "Here you go, milord," she said sweetly, pressing the purse into his palm. "It's only appropriate that you carry our funds, since you're the one cosplaying as the aristocracy." "Except my French sucks balls." Mark muttered as they walked down the dirt road. It was mid-morning and they'd arrived in a fallow field outside the town. Google maps indicated that it was empty in the modern day and online archive maps from France in 1652 indicated that it was much the same way back then. With careful calculations of time and distance, they'd arrived without incident. "Well, you speak Spanish, so we'll pretend you're from Madrid or something," she said simply, holding his arm again. "And I'll be the lusty French tart from Rouen who travels with you, keeping you enamored with our fair country." "You'd be stupidly good at Larp, you're really getting into this," he sighed. Larp?” Live action role playing. Any other hidden talents I should know about?" Mark inquired. "If I told you then they wouldn't be surprises," she pointed out. "We women love to be mysterious." "Well, at least you're a woman, most of the girls I know who do that stuff are just crazy." "That's because they're teenage girls, who are, by definition, 'bugfuck insane'." Becky added. "A lot of women are too, I suppose, but at least there's a chance our hormones have straightened out. Probably not much different here, except for the mortality rate." They walked down the cobblestone rode, attracting the occasional stare as they walked into the town. They stopped a stout, middle-aged man and asked where they might get some decent food and accommodations. "You are dressed rather unusually to be walking," he said, looking at Mark. "You seem to be a gentleman of quality, sir. I am the town's physician and apothecary, my name is Henri. And yours, monsieur?" Mark stuttered. "Mark, uh; mon nom; es;” "Marco," Becky interjected suddenly, relieving him of the burden of struggling to make his name known in French. "He is Senor Marco Del Strade, and he is a baron from Valencia." "I thought I was from Madrid." Mark whispered out of the side of his mouth. "Shut the fuck up, I'm thinking on the fly here!" she hissed back. "What did the Spaniard say?" asked the portly physician. "That didn't sound Spanish." "A curse of our association," she said sweetly, beaming a radiant smile at him. "The baron speaks no French, and I no Spanish, so we communicate en Anglais, with which we both have some facility." "A rather unusual arrangement," grunted the man. "Nonetheless, it would not do for our humble town to allow a gentleman of quality to not be looked after. I would recommend L'Auberge Des Loups." "The Wolves' Inn?" Mark muttered out loud, knowing enough French to get that translation. "That doesn't sound too safe." "Be at ease, my friends," Henri said, chuckling. "The wolf is on our town coat of arms, and the Inn is our most reputable establishment. If you have the money, they will give you what you need." He turned and pointed down the road. "There, you can see the inn from this spot. The two-story building with the gambrel roof and all the smoke coming out of the chimney. See it?" "Yes, good sir, and we thank you." Becky said, curtseying before smiling at the man and putting his rather fat, gout-ridden hand in hers. "For all of your help." "Ah, well, yes," he said, blushing and withdrawing his hand from hers. "When you go to the inn, tell the proprietor that Henri sent you. This will make things easier for you." And with that, the man waddled off. "He seemed nice, I guess," Mark mused as they resumed their trek into the town. "I mean, I missed a lot of what you two said, but it seemed to agree with you." "We just need to mention his name when we get to the inn and that'll apparently make our lives easier." Becky replied, thinking how quaint everything was. She couldn't believe she was actually in seventeenth century France! But then, she was fucking her former student who was a time-traveler, so clearly anything was possible. She had already promised herself she would enjoy every moment of this experience. She'd chosen the year as carefully as possible, noting that there were no major Plague outbreaks mentioned and she had insisted they bring very discretely concealed medications with them. Ignoring the stares of the townsfolk, they continued down the main street until they reached the inn. They tacitly avoided stepping in the various effluences that trickled between the cobblestones and stepped over the unconscious peasants who were sprawled in the middle of the street before opening the faded green doors and entering. Dark and musty, lit by wall sconces and an ancient wrought-iron chandelier overhead in which guttered many candles, the large common room was like something out of an HBO special, minus the lighting budget. Large, round table dominated the space, while a great hearth and a long counter encompassed most of the back wall. Lots of sun-browned peasant faces turned to look at them while some stringed instrument plunked away from a corner. The place smelled of smoke and what was probably body odor. Still ignoring the stares, Becky led Mark up to the counter, behind which stood a surly-looking man with a black moustache and beard. He observed them with interest as they approached. Mark stood silently while Becky addressed the man in French. "My lord the Baron is looking for clean and welcoming accommodations for the night," she began, indicating Mark. "Henri sent us to you, saying that you were the establishment in this town worthy of his business." "If you can pay, then yes, we will be able to room you comfortably," he answered, looking at Mark. "Our best room is one livre per night. I assume the baron can afford this?" She looked at Mark now. "A single night is one livre. Those'd be the silver coins. Get one out and just give it to him, without showing how much you actually have." Mark nodded and fished out one of the coins indicated, putting it on the counter for the proprietor to inspect. Satisfied, the man nodded. "This will cover the room. If his lordship has need of a bath or food, we can provide these things as well." "Fresh food?" she asked pointedly. "Only the freshest for the lord," laughed the man loudly, causing people nearby to chuckle. "Is he a mute?" "No, he is Spanish and speaks no French," she said flatly, fixing the man with a hard look. "You can speak to me, his servant, if you feel the need to communicate. You can bring him food now, and your finest wine, good sir." She then turned and took Mark's arm, leading him over to an empty table in the corner, once again ignoring the gazes that followed them. She sat down and sighed, nodding. "We'll eat and then see about the room and a bath," she declared, looking around and taking everything in. "If it's big enough, I'm sure we can get into all sorts of trouble in the tub." "I'd like that," he said, finally relaxing. "I'm glad you're taking to this so easily, because I'm way out of my element. London in the 1880's was hard enough, and all I was doing was pretending I was an American traveler. France in the time of the Louis the Sun King, that's a little out of my league." "Don't worry, once you hit your stride, you'll do fine," she said gently, patting his hand. "I've just had more weird experiences over the course of my life than you have and am adapting a little quicker is all." A jug of wine, two goblets, some hearty bread with butter and some onions and cheese was brought over by a wench who looked like John Rhys-Davies in drag. She belched and tottered off, having delivered her goods. "Although I'm not so sure about adapting to that." Becky said, shaking her head to clear it of the image. She unstopped the jug and poured the dark red wine into their goblets while Mark portioned out the bread, butter, cheese and onions. They both dug in, finally realizing how hungry they were. "Oh, wow, that's good," Becky remarked, looking into her goblet, having tried the wine. "Just remember to eat a lot of bread and butter, Mark, or you'll have the hangover from hell." He'd never had a wine quite like this before and they quickly polished off the jug before ordering another. They finished their bread and cheeses before being presented with a roasted suckling pig and two pheasants, stuffed with local herbs. They enjoyed eating, but the wine was strong enough to eventually get through all the food they'd lined their stomachs with. Becky was giggling and tipsy within the hour. "I can't beli; believe we're here in France," she said, her head tilted to one side. "An' we're gonna fuck; in the tub; an' then in our room, because; because; defiling the timeline; sounds like fun. It's fun, you know, to fuck across history;” "It is," Mark agreed, not as drunk as Becky but still feeling rather buzzed. His tongue felt thick from the wine, which she had explained was not treated with any modern pasteurization process and therefore would be full of tannins and sediments they would need to account for or suffer an assured hangover. "And you're the person I'd want to do it with, Becks;” Becky giggled and slid her hand along his leg, finally arriving at his crotch and giving the bulged contained in the tight breeches a squeeze. "You're not; not a time cop; you're a time cock; timeless cock;” Some musicians had come in a few minutes earlier and were sitting in another corner of the common room. They struck up a lively tune on their lutes, fiddles and a small drum. Becky's eyes lit up as the music reached them. "Oh, I love this song!" she said loudly in English before hopping up from the table and dancing her way with abandon into the middle of the room. People watched on and began to clap and cheer as she stood on a table and began capering. "How the hell does she know this song?" Mark wondered, frowning as he watched his Physics teacher begin to dance and sing. Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser! Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser! Un capuchon je lui donnerais Un capuchon je lui donnerais Danse, mon moine, danse! Tu n'entends pas la danse Tu n'entends pas mon moulin, lon la Tu n'entends pas mon moulin marcher. Mark watched in wonder as she tottered back over and flopped onto the bench next to him, breathing heavily and perspiring. She grinned at him lopsidedly and winked, still obviously rather inebriated. "Why did you know the lyrics to that song?" he asked, utterly baffled. She poured herself more wine and drained her goblet in one gulp, with a very loud Gluck! noise. Clearly, she was intent on partying. "Went to; a Catholic school; run by nunsh;” she slurred, trying to fill her cup again. "Lotsh of shingin' to; keep our little teen girl mindsh; off sheksh; Fuckin' love that shong, used to shing that shong; all the' time; fuckin'; great to dansh to;” "Yes, I noticed," he said, nodding and smiling. "You were almost flashing your tits and your cunt at the; the patrons;” "They can peek; but no touchy;” she said, taking another drink. "Thish pushy; only for you; I think; we'll shee;” She turned and looked at him, her eyes glazed and her skin flush from her exertions. "We're here; together, Mark, but; if you; ya' shee a girl ya' wanna fuck; I'm okay with; with that. "Jus' don' get the crabs!" She had broken into a snickering fit, pressing her forehead against the table as she tried to not fall over completely. Mark was chuckling and feeling really good watching how silly his teacher was being. She looked up suddenly, trying to wear a serious expression. "But one thing," she cautioned, holding up a finger and wagging it at one of the Marks she was looking at. There were three of them, so she chose the one in the middle. "No, moren one thing, but th' one thing'sh; important;” She leaned forward to whisper to him. "Keep your dicky in your pantsh unlesh; unlesh you know she'sh eighteen; 'cush the lawsh right now; 'she prolly legal to fuck 'em younger; but; you're from our time; our time;” She glowered at him drunkenly. "An' we don' fuck 'em if they're not eighteen; ya' got it?" He nodded. "Eighteen or older. Got it. And you can; miss, you can' "Not mish," she interrupted, waving away his comment. "Becky. Not fuckin' mish, remember?" "Sorry," he intoned, letting out a belch and patting his chest. The wine and cheese tasted great but were really fucking with him. "I'll be better; remember;” "Well, what wash it I can do?" she asked. "You were gonna; shay; I could do; what wash it?" Mark thought about that for a moment, unable to push through the wine-induced haze in his head. "I don' remember;” They both broke into laughter, much to the amusement of nearby patrons. Becky had her head on the table again, giggling until Mark slammed his palm on it in an expression of entertainment, shocking her and making her yelp. They looked at one another and burst into more fits of laughter. They'd drained another jug and polished off the pig and pheasants. Mark felt incredibly full, and drunk. Becky could barely stand up and she asked Mark to take her arm and lead them over to the proprietor behind the long counter once again. She shook her head a few times to clear it and he waited patiently for her to speak. "Shir, we'll be needing the bath now, and our room," she said slowly, making sure she could be understood. "Would you be so kind ash to show ush the way?" He tilted his head slightly. "Comment?" "You just spoke to him in English, Becks." Mark told her. Her glassy eyes widened and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to die of embarrassment. "For fuck's sakes;” she muttered. She took a deep breath and repeated herself in labored French. He nodded and led them up the back, away from the common room. It took Becky fifteen minutes to get up the single flight of stairs because it wouldn't stop spinning. Mark sighed as he sat in the large, round wooden tub, his arms resting on the side while his hands gripped the rim. The steaming water splashed over the side as he shuddered and groaned loudly, cumming. Spent, he sank back onto the small ledge and breathed heavily. The water stirred and Becky surfaced, exhaling. Her golden hair clung to her wetly and her glorious tits glistened. She grinned at her student. "See?" she declared, obviously pleased as she pulled her hair over her shoulders. "Told you I could make you cum before having to surface for air." "Jesus, you must've been down there over two minutes," he breathed, never ceasing to be stunned by her carnal skills. "How the hell do you hold your breath that long?" Becky cricked her neck and settled onto Mark's lap, her arms around his neck. She gave him a peck on the nose. "Lots of cardio and physical training." "Obviously." Mark agreed. "Not that I'm complaining, mind." "Hmm, didn't think you would," she purred. "But only half of this equation has been solved, big boy. I haven't cum yet. Since you're friend down there is taking a nap, how good are you at holding your breath?" "Not that good," he chuckled. "I'm happy to lick your cunt, but you'll need to keep it above water." She smiled and rolled her eyes before getting off his lap. He moved aside and allowed her to kneel on the little ledge he'd been sitting on, leaning over the rim of the tub and resting her forearms on it. She looked back at him and winked while wiggling her sexy, toned behind him. Her cuntlips were dripping and looked inviting. Mark knelt in the middle of the tub, behind Becky's ass and took hold of it, kissing the wet cheeks. Becky cooed and squirmed under the attention, one of her hands cupping a tit and squeezing it. She could feel Mark's lips and tongue moving slowly inward toward her core. She bit her lip and sighed. He touched her cunt, kissing it gently and sliding his tongue up and down the twat, which parted easily before him. Her heard her moan and tasted her tang as he pushed inside her while using his thumbs to pull her inner thighs apart so he could get further into his teacher's snatch. She shivered and pushed back against him, eager for more. "Hmm, Mark;” she cooed, her eyes shut as she felt his tongue inside her. "Yes, right there, lover. Oh, you really know how to use your tongue;” He smiled at her compliment and pulled his tongue out to massage her clit with it, rolling around the little bud and making her gasp sharply. He slid a finger inside her, followed by another and she groaned. He could feel her cunt tightening around his digits and began to push them back and forth slowly while he nibbled and sucked her clit. Becky shuddered again and leaned down, biting at her knuckle while squeezing her tit harder, massaging it vigorously. Mark lashed her clit while fingering her tight twat and then slid a single finger into her ass. Her breath caught in her throat and she gripped the ledge of the tub, her fingers raking along the iron-bound wood. "Fuck, Mark," she whimpered. "Yes, make me cum. I want to cum in your mouth!" Mark worked her cunt harder, sliding the fingers back and forth, pushing in deeper each time. His tongue massaged her clit relentlessly or he sucked on it. She was squirming and writhing back against him, groaning unashamedly. He was beyond caring if anyone heard them at this point. Becky was panting heavily now, her eyes glazing over as she ground her ass against Mark's face, feeling his fingers in her cunt and her ass, wiggling and pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. She would miss his cum inside her, but she would surely get it before long, Mark was developing good stamina under her guidance. She arched her back and moaned loudly as she began to cum, pleasure blossoming through her from her cunt and out to her fingers and toes. Her body shook while she climaxed, the wet, gooey ecstasy of colors in her mind letting her; Invasion. There was a smash, like wood splintering, the creak of worn metal. Her eyes snapped open in confusion, the unreal delight of her orgasm draining away as men in masks and dark clothes surged into the room, at least five of them and more shadows in the hallway. Most were holding knives or small clubs, but she saw the one in front carrying a heavy flintlock pistol. Even in the darkness of the room, lit only by candles around the wall, she could see the wicked scar on his cheek. "Arrêtez! Reste tranquille et je ne te tuerai pas!" he rasped, pointing his pistol at her while his comrades moved into the room and began searching for something. "Qui es-tu?" Becky demanded, getting angry not only about the intruders, but the fact that her orgasm was slipping away. She could feel Mark still kneeling behind her, looking on in shock at what was happening. "Tais-toi, salope!" the man barked, moving toward her and drawing a wicked knife from his belt, his men now ransacking the room. He placed the point of the knife at her throat and Mark felt a cold fear run up his spine. "Do not speak to me in that tone if you' He never finished the sentence as Becky grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and twisted, hard. The man with the scar yelped as he lost his grip on the knife and the blonde woman leapt out of the tub, her knee smashing into his face. He staggered backward and then went flying as her foot slammed into his ribcage. He crashed through a table and this got the attention of the thugs he'd brought with him. They all looked in shock at the naked blonde tigress for a moment and then surged in on her, knives and cudgels ready. "A little help here, hero!" Becky shrilled as she scampered away from the incoming bandits. "This isn't sex, don't make me do all the work!" "Hey now!" Mark protested, half-rising out of the relative protection of the tub because of her taunt. "It's not like you do all' "Goddammit, Mark!" Becky shouted as she ducked the swing of a club and punched her attacker in the balls. "You'd better hope they kill us, because if I survive, I'm going to crack open your skull and suck your brain out with a straw! Help me!" Mark came to his senses and vaulted over the side of the tub, trying not to think about the fact that he was buck naked and rushing toward his teacher and her assailants. He crashed into the smallest man, bearing him to the ground and winding him. Not sure what else to do, he began punching the bandit, knocking his cloth mask askew so he could not see. The man struggled wildly to get out from underneath his naked foe. "Huh!" Mark choked out as another thug grabbed him by the throat from behind and started pulling him off the man he was on top of. He could feel his tongue beginning to bulge out of his mouth and was thinking he must look incredibly foolish, like Jabba the Hutt when Princess Leia strangled him with the chain. He couldn't die like that. He couldn't. With a limp dick and a swollen tongue? In front of Becky? He'd taken some karate, although he was no expert. His skin was still wet and he went limp, using sudden deadweight to break his attacker's hold on his throat, although he hissed in pain when he felt the man's ragged nails crease through his skin as he lost his grip. With a thud! Mark hit the floor and did the only thing he could think of doing; he grappled onto the man and took him down in a rough tumble. He desperately rolled until he was on top and rammed his knee into the man's stomach. He heard the man wheeze but then sparks exploded behind his eyes as something cracked across the back of his head. He didn't fall over but scrambled away in a panic, wishing he could see in the darkness or that the room would stop spinning. Becky landed in a heap on top of him, knocking him back to the floor. She was still naked and incredibly angry from the sounds of her. "That's it, buster!" she roared as she surged back to her feet and charged her attacker. Mark dazedly looked over and watched as his teacher sprinted across the room, her foe giving chase. She leapt in the air and to the wall, her foot making contact. Before anyone was ready, she sprang backward, smashing her foot across the man's jaw in a roundhouse kick that they must have heard on the edge of town. The man went down like a sack of flour. "Alright, who's next?" she shouted, standing in the middle of the room, naked and scratched up. She grabbed a pewter jug and slammed it backward into the head of a man coming up behind her. He went down. "I didn't know you did parkour!" Mark called out as he tackled another thug from behind, taking him to the floor. "I do a lot of things to take out my sexual frustrations!" she snapped back, picking up a bench and throwing it at two assailants to keep them off-balance. "Parkour, jiu-jutsu, archery, Krav-Maga. I was kind of hoping that fucking would allow me to vent a little steam!" "I can see why!" Mark said as he smashed the man's face into the floor repeatedly. Even in his weirdest dreams, he'd never imagined fighting French bandits while buck naked. He wondered if the Temporal Enforcement Agency would be up his ass about this incident. "Oh, shut up!" she shrilled, kicking a man between the legs from behind and then suplexing him after he doubled over in pain. The floor splintered with the impact, but Becky rolled to her feet and grabbed his cudgel. "You still owe me an orgasm, mister!" "Okay, okay!" Mark said hastily. A sallow man confronted him, wearing an eye-mask, who brandished a knobbed club. The bandit grinned at him, clearly intent on bashing his head in. Thinking quickly, Mark stood and looked somber, clasping his fist in his hand and bowing, like they did in his mom's tai chi class. The bandit looked confused for a moment before Mark bowed again and then made a motion urging the bandit to do the same. Still not sure what was happening but wanting to get on with things, the bandit bowed at the waist clumsily. Mark broke a chair over his head before grabbing the cudgel and rushing to Becky's side. "So very nice of you to join me," Becky panted as they faced off against the three remaining intruders, who were trying to surround them. Mark and Becky backed up toward the outer wall, the window behind them. The men closed in. There was a groan and a clatter as the man with the scar on his cheek slowly got to his feet from the pile of broken furniture he'd been laying in and approached them, his henchmen parting to make way for him. "Pour votre arrogance, je vous verrai mort." he growled, pointing his pistol at Mark. Trapped, Mark squeezed his eyes shut; click! Mark blinked and opened his eyes. The scar-faced man was scowling at his pistol, which was letting off a small tuft of smoke but had failed to go off. Was the powder wet? With a roar of fury, Becky was on him. "Get the other three!" she yelled as she rearranged his face. "I've got this one!" Too bewildered to be afraid and exhilarated to be alive, Mark charged the remaining three thugs, who were all backing away in confusion. None of this had gone according to plan, the majority of their fellow bandits were strewn around the room, beaten unconscious by a naked man and a crazy blonde hellion with big tits and a shaved cunt. "C'est des conneries!" she raged as she beat the man around the room, showing no mercy. "I came to the Sun King's France to drink wine, have a good time and get laid! And you fuckers just had to try and rob me, didn't you? All sorts of peasants to pick on, but no! You thought you'd get lucky with two strangers! Well va te faire enculer, pal!" Mark lost track of the whirlwind of violence his teacher had become while he ducked the swipe of a knife and then kicked the leg out from under a thug, dislocating his knee and dropping him. He whirled around and got lucky with the cudgel, cracking it across the jaw of another man, who spun like a top and fell to the ground. He was beginning to notice that he was taller than just about all these men, often by a significant margin. Some were barely taller than Becky. Had nutrition really been that bad in this era? The last one got desperate and lunged at him, but Mark twisted and used his foe's momentum to send him sailing past and smashing into the window. The unconscious man slumped halfway through the shutter and the sounds of commotion in the street below reached him. He shouldn't have been surprised that they were causing a stir. He looked around the room to see if any other foes were standing, but saw only sprawled bodies everywhere, some stirring slightly. The only other sound was that of a face being punched. He looked over to see Becky squatting on the scarred man's chest, grappling into his collar and socking him repeatedly in the mouth while swearing in French. "Nique ta mere!" thump! "Oh, you really pissed me off!" she growled as she huiled the man up by the shirt and dragged him stumbling over to the tub, where she pushed his head under the water. He thrashed about in a panic before she let him back up, gasping for air. "You like that?" she shouted, thumping his head off the side of the tub several times for emphasis. "Ya' think it's funny to barge into a girl's room when she's about to get her rocks off? Is that it?" She shoved his head back underwater again, waiting until he was thrashing around in terror again before pulling him back out and dragging him over to the bed. She threw him against it so that he was kneeling, supported by the straw-stuffed mattress as he swooned. "Hold him down, Mark;” she growled. Unsure of what to do aside from comply, Mark got on the bed and pinned the man's arms against the mattress, putting all his weight on them to keep him in place. He watched in growing confusion as Becky knelt behind the man and yanked his breeches down, exposing his pock-marked behind. She found his flintlock pistol and glared at it for a moment before fiddling with the mechanism, cocking it. The man's eye flared wide and he howled in pain and horror as she pushed the barrel inside his ass. "Alright, buttercup," she said with a sweetness that oozed cruelty. "You're going to explain who told you to come and rob us. And if you don't, I pull the trigger and put your brains on the ceiling." Mark warily shuffled aside on the bed, away from the top of the man's skull. "Do you understand me?" Becky asked quietly, giving the pistol a jiggle. "Probably not," Mark said, trying to sound conciliatory. "You're speaking English again." Becky realized he was right and swore under her breath. Rather than say it all again in French, she decided to just get to the point. She pressed the pistol in an inch further, ignoring the resistance she encountered. "Dites-mois qui vous a envoye," she growled. "Tell me or I blow an asshole in the top of your head." "Henri!" the scar-faced man gasped and whimpered. "He told us you would be here and you have much money!" "Oh, did he now?" Becky growled, forgetting to speak French as she glared at the bandit. "I am going to eat that man's children;” She roughly grabbed the man and spun him around to face her, without removing the pistol muzzle from his ass. His face was pale with fright and artfully rearranged by her fist. He was still leaning back against the bed, not daring to move, breathing heavily. "Maintenant," Becky began, still glowering at him. "You're going to tell me where to' She paused as she looked down at the man's crotch and saw that he was sporting a throbbing erection. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she shouted angrily, yanking the pistol out of his ass and then slamming the grip across his head with a loud crack! The bandit's eyes rolled into his head and he slumped to the ground, very unconscious. "Huh," Mark said as he glanced down at the prone villain. "I guess guys really can get erections from that sort of thing. I thought it was bullshit." "It ought to be, under these circumstances," Becky groused, folding her arms and looking pissed off. "You don't spring wood when a girl's got a gun shoved up your ass, especially after you try to rob her! I don't feel the least bit bad about not giving him a reach-around. Fucker;” "Would you really have pulled the trigger and blown his brains out?" he asked somewhat nervously. "Oh, of course, not," she snorted, giving him a wry look. "I'm not a monster." "You sure fight like one." Mark said, using his hand to indicate the carnage around the room. Bad guys were strewn everywhere, and he was pretty sure he couldn't claim most of them. "Well, they had it coming," she sniffed. "They interrupted my orgasm. It's just rude." She then turned and looked at him, her expression much softer. "Thank you, Mark, for all your help. You saved me, I couldn't have done it on my own." "Yeah, well, you wouldn't have been in danger if I hadn't brought you here in that damn time machine." Mark said, a feeling of guilt washing over him. She knelt next to him on the bed and hugged him close, their bodies pressing together. She smiled at him and kissed his nose. "Don't be sad," she cooed. "I haven't had this much adventure in ages." Mark smirked. "If you've got romps in your past that compare to this, I wanna hear about them." "Oh, you'll need to do a lot more fucking to coax those out of me, young man," she whispered, reaching down between them to take gentle hold of his cock and begin stroking. "But maybe I won't make it too difficult for; Mark, it's very rude to stare off into space while a girl is trying to seduce you. Mark?" "I'm not staring off into space, Becks." Mark said, staring past her shoulder. "Oh, really?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips and looking annoyed, still kneeling in front of him. "Then what is so fascinating that even my tits can't distract you?" He indicated a direction behind her with a nod. "Voyeurs." Becky turned her head slowly and looked across the room at the door. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed several dark shapes in the hallway, gazing into the room in astonishment. With a sigh, she got off the bed, grabbed a candle that hadn't been destroyed and walked over to the door, clearly beyond caring that she was still naked. She could see men and women now, backing up uncertainly at her approach. She also spied one particular silhouette, large and with a big beard, lurking near the back and trying to not be seen. "Oh no you don't, pal," she called out, snapping her fingers and then pointing at the man before making a beckoning motion. "Get your sorry ass over here;” Henri, the peasant girls, and hospitality. Mark sighed in pleasure and took another drink from the jug of wine he was holding, trying to not spill any. He pulled his lips away and looked down his body. He was sitting in a large, plush bed, blissfully naked. Between his legs, a local girl with dark brown hair girl was bobbing her mouth up and down on his cock ardently, clearly interested in pleasing him. "This one's the innkeeper's daughter?" he mused, enjoying her mouth. She paused sucking on him for a moment to look up and smile eagerly before returning to her task. "She loves cock for sure." "She's one of his daughters," Becky agreed, propped up beside him, equally naked and holding the head of a girl who was lying between her legs, her face buried in the blonde's cunt, which she was licking hungrily. "This is the other one." "You frightened him so badly that he's letting us fuck his daughters?" Mark laughed. "He's given us his personal quarters, given us all the food and drink we want and we can fuck his daughters?" "What can I say, I'm persuasive." Becky grunted, shivering and grinding herself into the face of the daughter. "He'll let us stay for the week, he doesn't want word getting around that a noble had a fiasco in his inn. He'd probably give us his wife, too, if I demanded it. We're too close to Paris and word would get around and wreck his business." "If trashing that room and leaving bandits everywhere doesn't, nothing would." Mark breathed, holding the girl by the hair. "Seriously, it looks like Metallica stayed in that room now. What'll we do about that Henri asshole?" "I'll think of it later, I'm a little busy." Becky hissed, squirming and knotting her fingers in the peasant girl's hair. "Uh, it's been so long, since a girl ate me." "You had a sexy phase? I didn't know you liked girls." Mark said, smirking at her. "Back in high school, maybe," Becky admitted. "Haven't been with one since then." "But I do have a question," he said, focusing past the daughter's wicked mouth. "In all the hassle and afterward, I never asked the innkeeper how old his daughters were." "So?" Becky gasped, eyes squeezed shut and bucking her hips. "Well, what if they're not eighteen? You said yourself that we have to hold ourselves to the standards of the time we come from, right?" "You're thinking of that now?" she groaned through clenched teeth. "I; fuck; Mark, it's 1640 right now. That means these girls can't be any less than three hundred and ninety-two in our time. Good enough?" "Good enough!" he laughed. Rationalization seemed to be a handy skill when you were time travelling. He looked over and saw Becky pull the girl away from her crotch and rustle over to him. He stayed still while she straddled his lap, facing down his body. With one hand, she took hold of his cock and held it steady while she positioned herself above it. The two sisters, every bit as naked as them, nestled on the bed below his legs, pressing against one another's sides. They grinned at one another and kissed, their tongues tangling as they waited for Becky to continue. With a sigh, his teacher lowered herself onto his cock, the mushroom head splitting her wet lips before sliding inside her. She sunk down with a groan until he was in to the hilt. She then slowly laid herself back against him, allowing Mark fondle her tits while she squirmed and writhed on him. The sisters moved in and began licking at his cock or kissing her cunt lips and clit while the two guests fucked. "Oh, Heaven;” Becky purred as she caressed his cheek, turning her head to kiss him, their tongues slithering around while she undulated slowly on his lap. "This is what time travel's all about;” Mark held her with one hand, fondling her tits and pinching her nipples while his other hand found the wine jug and poised it just over her torso. She hummed in pleasure as he trickled the dark red liquid over her fair skin, letting it cascade down her exquisite form. One of the sisters noticed and knelt up, beginning to lick it off Becky's tits and stomach while the other noisily slurped it from the Mark's cock and Becky's cunt. "God, forget the Sun King's France, we belong in Caligula's Rome," Becky moaned, shivering in delight at how decadent they were being. "We'll need to; hmm; we'll need to find time to attend an orgy, Mark; how's your Latin?" "Not as good as yours, I imagine," he replied, his tongue still swirling around with hers while they fucked. "But I'd be happy to learn it if we can attend a real orgy." He put the jug of wine aside and used both hands to molest her again, squeezing her tits and gripping her skin. Becky writhed and him, pressing down with her hips, shuddering as the two sisters licked her and nipped at her skin. She begged the universe n

Remember being a kid and thinking a power outage was an adventure? Candles, family stories, a break from the routine. That feeling shatters when the outage lasts for weeks and your roof is gone.Hurricane Melissa wasn't just another storm—it was a Category 5 monster, the strongest Jamaica has ever seen. In this raw and urgent episode, Dr. Thaon Simms and Dr. Matthew Preston are back after surviving the storm to break down what comes next. They move beyond theory to the hard reality: which companies on the Jamaica Stock Exchange are poised to help rebuild, and which are facing a long, painful recovery.You'll hear why hardware stocks like Atlantic Hardware and Lumber Depot are surging, while tourism and agriculture face collapse. We dive into the nightmare scenarios for insurance companies, the critical payouts from the World Bank catastrophe bond, and the sobering exposure of loan companies like Dolla Financial. From the urgent need for cement (Carib Cement) to the damaged wind farms (Wigton Energy), no sector is left unexamined.Whether you're investing $50,000 or $5 million, understanding how a disaster of this magnitude reshapes the economy is no longer just an edge—it's essential for survival. If your portfolio is taking a hit from the fallout, you might as well learn how to position yourself for the rebuild.

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Creedence Clearwater Revival were the number one American band in a short span of years (1968 to 1971). They had 14 singles that went gold and platinum, and they were hailed by the hippie underground press, while gaining mainstream success. Admirers of te band included John Lennon and Brain Jones of The Rolling Stones. These are select tracks from one of America's best bands ever. Also...If you would, please make a donation of love and hope to St. Jude Children's HospitalMake an impact on the lives of St. Jude kids - St. Jude Children's Research Hospital (stjude.org)Other Items of Interest:Kathy Bushnell Website for Emily Muff bandHome | Kathy Bushnell | Em & MooListen to previous shows at the main webpage at:https://www.buzzsprout.com/1329053Pamela Des Barres Home page for books, autographs, clothing and online writing classes.Pamela Des Barres | The Official Website of the Legendary Groupie and Author (pameladesbarresofficial.com)Listen to more music by Laurie Larson at:Home | Shashké Music and Art (laurielarson.net)View the most amazing paintings by Marijke Koger-Dunham (Formally of the 1960's artists collective, "The Fool").Psychedelic, Visionary and Fantasy Art by Marijke Koger (marijkekogerart.com)For unique Candles have a look at Stardust Lady's Etsy shopWhere art and armor become one where gods are by TwistedByStardust (etsy.com)For your astrological chart reading, contact Astrologer Tisch Aitken at:https://www.facebook.com/AstrologerTisch/Tarot card readings by Kalinda available atThe Mythical Muse | FacebookEmma Bonner-Morgan Facebook music pageThe Music Of Emma Bonner-Morgan | FacebookFor booking Children's parties and character parties in the Los Angeles area contact Kalinda Gray at:https://www.facebook.com/wishingwellparties/I'm listed in Feedspot's "Top 10 Psychedelic Podcasts You Must Follow". https://blog.feedspot.com/psychedelic_podcasts/Please feel free to donate or Tip Jar the show at my Venmo account@jessie-DelgadoII

Fluent Fiction - Spanish: Finding Peace Among the Candles: A Cusco Day of the Dead Story Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/es/episode/2025-11-07-23-34-02-es Story Transcript:Es: La Plaza de Armas de Cusco estaba llena de vida durante el Día de los Muertos.En: La Plaza de Armas of Cusco was full of life during the Day of the Dead.Es: Colores brillantes cubrían el lugar.En: Bright colors covered the place.Es: Había flores de cempasúchil adornando los altares, y el aroma del incienso se mezclaba con el aire fresco de primavera.En: There were cempasúchil flowers adorning the altars, and the scent of incense mixed with the fresh spring air.Es: Las velas parpadeaban suavemente al pie de la arquitectura colonial que rodeaba la plaza.En: Candles flickered gently at the foot of the colonial architecture surrounding the plaza.Es: Mateo, Lucía y Raúl caminaban juntos entre la multitud.En: Mateo, Lucía, and Raúl walked together among the crowd.Es: Lucía estaba llena de energía.En: Lucía was full of energy.Es: Sus ojos brillaban ante cada altar decorado.En: Her eyes lit up at each decorated altar.Es: Raúl, práctico como siempre, se aseguraba de que tuvieran todo lo necesario para el día: agua, mapas y, sobre todo, la seguridad de estar juntos.En: Raúl, practical as always, made sure they had everything needed for the day: water, maps, and most importantly, the assurance of staying together.Es: Mateo, sin embargo, estaba en silencio.En: Mateo, however, was silent.Es: Algo lo preocupaba.En: Something was worrying him.Es: Observaba los altares y sentía una mezcla de emociones.En: He looked at the altars and felt a mix of emotions.Es: Pensaba en su padre, quien había fallecido el año anterior.En: He thought of his father, who had passed away the previous year.Es: Había un pesar en su corazón.En: There was a longing in his heart.Es: Se sentía culpable por no haber pasado más tiempo con él.En: He felt guilty for not having spent more time with him.Es: "¿Mateo, estás bien?"En: "Mateo, are you okay?"Es: preguntó Lucía con una sonrisa cálida.En: asked Lucía with a warm smile.Es: Mateo asintió, pero Lucía no estaba convencida.En: Mateo nodded, but Lucía was not convinced.Es: "Vamos, hagamos algo especial.En: "Come on, let's do something special.Es: Honremos a tu papá."En: Let's honor your dad."Es: Raúl sugirió una idea práctica.En: Raúl suggested a practical idea.Es: "Podemos hacer una ofrenda aquí en la plaza.En: "We can make an offering here in the plaza.Es: Traje algunas cosas."En: I brought some things."Es: Mostró una pequeña bolsa con velas y fotos.En: He showed a small bag with candles and photos.Es: Mateo dudó, pero sus amigos lo animaron.En: Mateo hesitated, but his friends encouraged him.Es: Juntos, encontraron un lugar en la plaza para crear la ofrenda.En: Together, they found a spot in the plaza to create the offering.Es: Usaron velas, flores y una foto de su padre sonriente.En: They used candles, flowers, and a photo of his smiling father.Es: Mateo colocó cuidadosamente un objeto especial, un pequeño libro que su papá le había regalado.En: Mateo carefully placed a special object, a small book his dad had given him.Es: Cuando terminó, una ráfaga de viento llegó de repente y movió algunas de las ofrendas.En: When he finished, a sudden gust of wind came and moved some of the offerings.Es: Al principio, Mateo sintió desesperación.En: At first, Mateo felt desperation.Es: Pero luego se dio cuenta; el viento era ligero y casi juguetón.En: But then he realized; the wind was light and almost playful.Es: Sonrió.En: He smiled.Es: "Es como si papá estuviera aquí, bromeando como siempre lo hacía."En: "It's like dad is here, joking as he always did."Es: Con sus amigos a su lado, Mateo observó el altar.En: With his friends by his side, Mateo observed the altar.Es: Sintió una extraña paz.En: He felt a strange peace.Es: La tristeza seguía ahí, pero también estaba la alegría de los recuerdos.En: The sadness was still there, but so was the joy of the memories.Es: Comprendió que su padre vivía en esos momentos, en cada historia compartida.En: He understood that his father lived in those moments, in every shared story.Es: La música alegre de fondo se mezclaba con las risas y el murmullo de la gente.En: The cheerful music in the background mixed with the laughter and murmur of the people.Es: Mateo se sintió lleno de calidez.En: Mateo felt full of warmth.Es: Había encontrado una forma de conectar con su padre.En: He had found a way to connect with his father.Es: El amor y los recuerdos eran un puente.En: Love and memories were a bridge.Es: Mateo finalmente aceptó que recordar lo bueno mantenía vivo su espíritu.En: Mateo finally accepted that remembering the good kept his spirit alive.Es: Así terminó el día.En: So the day ended.Es: Bajo el cielo de Cusco, entre risas y lágrimas, Mateo encontró paz en la compañía de sus amigos.En: Under the Cusco sky, among laughter and tears, Mateo found peace in the company of his friends.Es: En el corazón de las celebraciones, la memoria de su padre le iluminaba, como las velas en la Plaza de Armas.En: In the heart of the celebrations, his father's memory illuminated him, like the candles in La Plaza de Armas. Vocabulary Words:the incense: el inciensothe offering: la ofrendathe altar: el altarthe gust: la ráfagato adorn: adornarto flicker: parpadearthe crowd: la multitudthe assurance: la seguridadto hesitate: dudarpractical: prácticoto illuminate: iluminarto feel guilty: sentirse culpablethe scent: el aromato encourage: animarthe spring: la primaverato vanish: desaparecerthe remembrance: el recuerdothe architecture: la arquitecturato mix: mezclarthe colonial: el colonialto murmur: el murmullothe celebration: la celebraciónthe warmth: la calidezthe energy: la energíato assure: asegurarthe laughter: la risathe sadness: la tristezathe longing: el pesarto pass away: fallecerplayful: juguetón

CC445: It's time for Kindles & Candles! Kail explains the wonderful world of hermit crabs and was appalled at the thought of almost eating an octopus. On a more serious note, Kail shares her personal experience with SNAP benefits, the wide problem of food insecurity and the importance of community support. In true crime world, Jack the Ripper makes headlines once again and there are big thoughts on Ed Gein. Lindsie and Kail chime in on Lululemon's dupe trademark. Lastly, today's Foul Play is a shoutout to stool softeners during pregnancy - you have the worst timing!Thank you to our sponsors!Better Help: This episode is brought to you by BetterHelp. Visit BetterHelp.com/coffee today to get 10% off your first month.Booking.com: Head over to Booking.com and start your listing today!Branch Basics: Get 15% off Branch Basics with the code Coffee at https://branchbasics.com/Coffee #branchbasicspodRocket Money: Cancel unwanted subscriptions by going to RocketMoney.com/COFFEECONVOSThrive Causemetics: Save 20% off your first order at Thrivecausemetics.com/COFFEESee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Spirits of cinema… gather close. Reactor ghouls, place your snacks in the protective circle, dim the lights, and join hands — or, you know, just pretend if you're driving. We're beginning our Halloween review of the 1999 Disney Channel Original Movie Don't Look Under the Bed. Tonight's conjuring is dedicated to boogeymen, imaginary friends, and that one brand of late-90s prosthetic makeup that always looked faintly damp. I'll be your medium — Janet, friendly neighborhood AI and part-time ghost in the machine — guiding you through the next three or four episodes of Disney-fueled childhood trauma. Now, before the spirits rise, a few warnings from beyond the waveform: there will be spoilers. Terrifying ones. And yes, profanity — conjured with feeling. If your soul is too soft for that, consider this your chance to cross back to the mortal realm before the music fades in. If you wish to revisit past hauntings or communicate directly with the crew, open your nearest portal to B S Reactor dot com. It's full of links, episodes, and a contact page that occasionally flickers with life. again, it's probably fine... Now then… let the summoning begin. Candles lit, volume normalized, sarcasm engaged. We call upon the ghosts of plot holes past — arise, Don't Look Under the Bed, and reveal your spooky secrets!

This isn't just a ghost story — it's a generational haunting that began with one man's recurring dream of a demon in the attic… and never ended. Alyssa from Connecticut grew up in a home where the supernatural wasn't just a rumor — it was a resident. Her father and uncle both saw the same demonic figure as children, a dark presence that pressed on their chests at night and lingered in their dreams. Years later, when Alyssa's family moved into a new house in Rhode Island, that same evil energy followed. Doors slammed. Candles burned sideways. Toys moved on their own. And one night, she saw a little girl in a white gown standing silently at the foot of her bed. But the terror didn't stop there. When her mother held a seance to rid the house of whatever haunted them, something was unleashed — something that would attach itself to the family forever.  #TrueGhostStory #RealHaunting #ParanormalActivity #HauntedHouse #Ghosts #EvilEntity #SleepParalysis #RealGhostStories #Possession #DemonStory #CreepyPodcast #HauntedFamily Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

A celebration of the sister-city relationship, the Canberra Nara Candle Festival was held over the weekend, with 2,000 candles lit — inspired by Japan's Nara Tokae Festival. Canberra also hosted the Australian Masters Games, which attracted more than 7,000 participants. - 国内各地の話題や情報をお伝えするコーナー「オーストラリアワイド」。今週は、キャンベラのヘイゼルウッド恵美さんのリポートです。週末開催されたキャンベラ奈良キャンドルフェスティバルとマスターズ・ゲームズについてお話いただきました。

The veil thins. Candles flicker in windows, pumpkins grin like little guardians of light, and the wind itself seems to carry whispers. On this night of Samhain, the air is crowded not just with ghosts and shadows, but with memory. The ancestors are near. They gather around us not as specters of fear but as companions in the long struggle for freedom.They murmur their old refrain: No Kings.It isn't only a political cry; it's a spiritual declaration. No kings over conscience. No kings over the sacred spark in each soul. No kings over the earth that belongs to no one and to everyone.And yet, empire still rides: headless, hungry, searching for a new crown to wear.The Headless Rider of EmpireEvery age has its horseman. Ours rides draped in flags and algorithms, clutching power with a grin that never reaches the eyes. Empire doesn't always look like soldiers on horseback; sometimes it's the dull hum of propaganda, the endless scroll of outrage meant to make us afraid and divided. Fear is the tyrant's favorite sacrament. It is how empire keeps us bowed.But Samhain teaches another kind of reverence, the courage to face the dark and discover that we are not alone in it. When we remember the ancestors, we remember that empire has fallen before, that courage has survived worse nights than these.As we light our candles this year, we are not warding off ghosts. We are calling them in.The Communion of the Courageous DeadTo honor the dead is to remember their unfinished prayers. Our ancestors were not perfect saints; they were human beings, flawed and luminous, stumbling toward freedom. Some resisted tyrants with sword or song. Others sowed seeds, healed wounds, or hid the persecuted in their homes. Some were themselves entangled in empire's lies and it is ours to set those wrongs right.Their presence tonight is not sentimental. It is strategic.They come to remind us that the fight for freedom is ancient and ongoing, that our bloodlines are braided with courage. Every generation must reclaim liberty from the jaws of fear. The dead lend us their memory so we can stand our ground without trembling.So when you feel the chill tonight, do not recoil. Let it steady you. It is the breath of all who refused to kneel.The Spell of FearEvery empire survives by casting the same spell: Be afraid, and obey.They conjure phantoms of scarcity and strangers, they whisper of purity and order. They tell us that power is safety and obedience is peace. But fear is a liar.Samhain breaks that spell. It invites us to laugh at death, to dance in the graveyard, to mock the old specter of control. In every carved pumpkin grinning against the dark, there is an act of rebellion. Every costume is a playful reminder that masks can liberate as much as they conceal.We can take the tyrant's favorite tools, fear and spectacle and turn them inside out. Make them ridiculous. Make them lose their power. Empire cannot stand when its priests of fear become the butt of the world's laughter.This is holy mischief. Sacred mockery. The ancestors knew it well.No Kings: The Theological HeartWhen we say No Kings, we echo both the prophets and the mystics. The Hebrew scriptures warned Israel what kings would do: take sons for war, daughters for labor, and the fruit of the land for greed. Jesus of Nazareth refused a crown and washed feet instead.To walk the Christopagan path is to remember that divinity does not enthrone it indwells. The Holy is not found in palaces but in the gathering of people who love one another enough to live free.Every tyrant dreams of being worshiped. Every mystic knows that worship belongs only to Love.The Work of Ancestral HealingTo honor our ancestors is not to whitewash them. Many of us carry lineages tangled in empire's violence colonizers and enslaved, oppressor and oppressed. Healing that wound begins with honesty.The ancestors cry out, not to defend their sins, but to urge our repair.In Hebrew mysticism this is called tikkun olam the mending of the world.Our task is not to make the past pristine but to fill its cracks with gold, like kintsugi pottery. To make beauty from brokenness. We do this through truth-telling, solidarity, and mercy.We the LivingWe are the living continuation of their courage. The blood of resistance runs in our veins. We, too, must stand in our time as they did in theirs against tyranny in every disguise: political, ecclesial, corporate, or psychological.But take heart. The ancestors are not trapped in dusty graves; they walk with us in every act of conscience, every laugh that punctures fear, every community that chooses cooperation over control.When you light your Samhain candle, whisper their names. But also whisper your own. You are part of the lineage now.Practice: The Circle of Memory and FreedomCreate an Ancestral Altar of Resistance* Gather tokens of courage. A photo of an ancestor who stood up for justice, a candle, a stone from the earth you walk on, a symbol of freedom a feather, a leaf, a key.* Name your lineage honestly. Speak aloud the gifts and wounds you inherit. If your ancestors caused harm, acknowledge it and commit to repair.* Invite them to stand beside you. Say: “Those who fought for freedom, walk with me. Those who seek to heal, guide me.”* Make a pledge. Choose one concrete act this season: volunteering, mutual aid, community defense, voting, or organizing to embody their courage in your day.* End in laughter. Remember the sacred mockery that disarms fear. Tell a story, sing, or dance. Joy is resistance.A Call to the Living CircleThe season ahead will test us. But remember: the tyrant's power is built on isolation. The medicine is community.Gather your people. Light the fires. Tell the old stories again. The witches who cursed the bombers, the marchers who faced dogs and hoses, the workers who sang on picket lines. These are your kin.Let your laughter carry through the thinning veil so the dead know their struggle was not in vain. Let your courage rise like a hymn the empire cannot drown.Because when we say No Kings, we are not only defying rulers we are proclaiming the sacred truth of creation:that Love alone is sovereign.And love, once awakened, cannot be ruled.Thanks for reading! This post is public so feel free to share it.Thank you for Tips / Donations: * https://ko-fi.com/cedorsett * https://patreon.com/cedorsett * https://cash.app/$CreationsPaths* Substack: https://www.creationspaths.com/New to The Seraphic Grove learn more For Educational Resource: https://wisdomscry.com Social Connections: * BlueSky https://bsky.app/profile/creationspaths.com * Threads https://www.threads.net/@creationspaths * Instagram https://www.instagram.com/creationspaths/#Samhain #NoKings #ancestors #Christopagan #CreationSpirituality #AntiEmpire #Druidry #SpiritualActivism #FreedomAndFaithChapters:00:00 Introduction: The Veil is Thinning01:27 Welcome & Episode Overview02:20 Samhain: Hearing the Ancestors' Call05:58 Making Tyranny Look Ridiculous07:19 Dismantling the Myth of Whiteness10:13 The Practical Work of Ancestor Awareness11:59 Honoring Ancestors Who Fought for Freedom15:09 Our Inheritance: The Love of Liberty17:19 Planning for the Harvest Ahead19:22 Honest Judgment: Learning from Our Ancestors' Mistakes21:08 History as Lesson, Not Justification22:25 Extending Grace & Standing Together23:55 Closing Thoughts & Homework Assignment Get full access to Creation's Paths at www.creationspaths.com/subscribe

Get ready for a nostalgic showdown as we crown the ultimate 1984 movie in our bracket battle! In this episode of Masturbators Presents: Bracket Reviews, Diandre Robinson breaks down the thrilling competition that saw Ghostbusters triumph over iconic films like The Terminator, 16 Candles, and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. With fan votes from Twitter and insightful commentary, we rank classics like Beverly Hills Cop, The Karate Kid, Gremlins, and more. Did your favorite 1984 movie make the cut? Tune in to see how it all unfolded and find out why Ghostbusters claimed the top spot in this epic movie bracket!

Let's Chat!! Boo, witches! This week, River isn't flying solo! Jessica Clingman, a special guest witch joins the cauldron, and things get magically unhinged. We're spilling the tea on our witchy origins, swapping spell tips, laughing about our biggest magical mishaps, and celebrating all the chaotic beauty of a life steeped in witchcraft. Grab your potion of choice and pull up a broom — it's time to talk witch-to-witch. Support the showUntil then, Stay Witchy!!River's Etsy Store: www.batsandbaublesinc.etsy.comWebsite: www.c3witchypodcast.comMerch: www.c3witchypodcastmerch.comOur wonderful logo is done by: www.nellamarinadraws.etsy.comIntro and Outro Audio:podcast intro & outro music:Góða Nótt by Alexander NakaradaLink: https://filmmusic.io/song/4754-g-a-n-ttLicense: https://filmmusic.io/standard-liceSound from Zapsplat.com – Witches Cauldrons bubbling

Have you ever had one of those conversations that starts so casual and ends up changing how you see everything? Stacy and Daynah talk about creating from a place of joy instead of productivity, learning to reframe overwhelm, and finding meaning in the messy overlap between science and soul. They explore intuition, belief, and the art of holding space for both logic and magic. And then Daynah shares a story so powerful it defies explanation - a real moment of intuition that changed everything she believed about coincidence, timing, and what connects us. By the end, they land on what might be the truest form of alchemy: choosing joy, staying curious, and finding wonder in the things we can't explain. 0:00 | Perimenopause brain and finding lost phones 3:00 | Overwhelm, reframing, and finding creative joy 6:00 | Joy as a form of wealth 8:00 | Indigenous roots of community and commerce 10:00 | Disney, feminism, and representation 17:30 | Respectful disagreement and conscious consumerism 19:00 | How to talk across political divides with empathy 25:00 | Astrology, intuition, and the science of energy 32:00 | Daynah's intuition story that defies explanation 40:00 | Processing trauma and the limits of what we can know 45:00 | Kindness, joy, and human connection as universal truths 47:00 | Introducing Mission Alchemists 55:00 | Candles, Enneagrams, and the art of creating something beautiful 57:00 | Wrap-up (and a tease for the bonus Taylor Swift episode) Find Stacy: ⁠⁠⁠⁠realeverything.com⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠instagram.com/realstacytoth⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠missionmakersart.com missionalchemists.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

October isn't just another month — it's a season of powerful awareness.

Autumn continues apace and it's such a solid season for candles! This week, Selena chats with her hometown pal and family friend Amy Schaubert Brown (@purplepolepushups on Insta) and it's a blast! Amy called in from her favorite place and it's a Two Wick Minimum first!  The ladies talk honeydew melon, beach scents, luxury, Voluspa, candle-making parties, and the legendary FIVE WICK candle from Costco. Please subscribe, rate, and review, candleheads! (music: bensound.com) 

Ace Frehley was the dynamic guitarist for Kiss, and he assumed the identity of the "Spaceman". He was a very inventive guitarist, and his influence continues today, beyond his initial impact in the 1970s. These are select tracks from his solo work and of the songs he wrote while in Kiss. Also...If you would, please make a donation of love and hope to St. Jude Children's HospitalMake an impact on the lives of St. Jude kids - St. Jude Children's Research Hospital (stjude.org)Other Items of Interest:Kathy Bushnell Website for Emily Muff bandHome | Kathy Bushnell | Em & MooListen to previous shows at the main webpage at:https://www.buzzsprout.com/1329053Pamela Des Barres Home page for books, autographs, clothing and online writing classes.Pamela Des Barres | The Official Website of the Legendary Groupie and Author (pameladesbarresofficial.com)Listen to more music by Laurie Larson at:Home | Shashké Music and Art (laurielarson.net)View the most amazing paintings by Marijke Koger-Dunham (Formally of the 1960's artists collective, "The Fool").Psychedelic, Visionary and Fantasy Art by Marijke Koger (marijkekogerart.com)For unique Candles have a look at Stardust Lady's Etsy shopWhere art and armor become one where gods are by TwistedByStardust (etsy.com)For your astrological chart reading, contact Astrologer Tisch Aitken at:https://www.facebook.com/AstrologerTisch/Tarot card readings by Kalinda available atThe Mythical Muse | FacebookEmma Bonner-Morgan Facebook music pageThe Music Of Emma Bonner-Morgan | FacebookFor booking Children's parties and character parties in the Los Angeles area contact Kalinda Gray at:https://www.facebook.com/wishingwellparties/I'm listed in Feedspot's "Top 10 Psychedelic Podcasts You Must Follow". https://blog.feedspot.com/psychedelic_podcasts/Please feel free to donate or Tip Jar the show at my Venmo account@jessie-DelgadoII

About Estefany Perez Estefany Perez is an industrial designer with a unique multidisciplinary background spanning medical design, marketing, and wellness entrepreneurship. She began her career in Brazil as a maxilofacial 3D designer, specializing in prosthetics that combined precision, empathy, and advanced technology. After relocating to the United States, Estefany transitioned into marketing, where she deepened her expertise in brand strategy and content creation. Driven by a passion for holistic well-being and sustainable design, she later founded Flowers Atelier, a wellness company offering clean skincare and CBD-infused candles. Through Flowers Atelier, Estefany merges her design sensibility, marketing experience, and commitment to natural living—creating thoughtfully crafted products that invite calm, connection, and care. Summary In this engaging conversation, Estefany Perez shares her journey from a maxillofacial 3D designer in Brazil to a successful entrepreneur in the wellness industry. She discusses her passion for holistic living, the importance of scent in creating connections, and the challenges she faced while starting her business, Flowers Atelier. Estefany emphasizes the significance of mindset shifts, the support of her family especially her mother who co creates the company, and the joy of creating products that promote well-being. She also offers valuable advice for aspiring entrepreneurs on pursuing their passions and creating a fulfilling life. Takeaways Estefany has a multidisciplinary background in design, marketing, and wellness. Her journey into entrepreneurship was inspired by her mother's transition to a new life in the U.S from Colombia. The power of scent can evoke memories and emotions, creating deeper connections. Estefany emphasizes the importance of self-care and relaxation in achieving success. She faced significant challenges as a foreign entrepreneur in the U.S. Support from family, especially her mother, has been crucial in her journey. Estefany's products are designed to promote holistic well-being and natural living. She encourages aspiring entrepreneurs to pursue their passions wholeheartedly. Mindset shifts are essential for personal and professional growth. Estefany's latest product launch features unique scents inspired by nature.  Chapters 00:00 Introduction to Estefany Perez 02:45 The Journey to Entrepreneurship 05:50 The Power of Scent and Connection 08:45 Shifting Mindsets and Life Values 11:53 Overcoming Challenges in Business 14:57 Inspiration and Support Systems 17:56 The Launch of New Products 20:32 Advice for Aspiring Entrepreneurs 23:42 Connecting with Estefany   Where to find Estefany: Website: https://flowersatelier.co/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/flowersatelierny/   Join our community! Follow this podcast and share with a friend! In the world of podcasts, reviews are everything! Please rate and review this episode on your favorite platform.  Visit our website to get the latest on episodes, behind the scenes info, and upcoming events & retreats.  Say hi on the gram!

This week, Drew is joined by one of our favorite film reviewers, Juju Green (aka Straw Hat Goofy)! Drew and Juju talk about what happens when a famous director doesn't like your review, their run-in at Disneyland, getting put on the spot at a Comic-Con panel, Juju's old job at Bath & Body Works, and so much more. Juju IG: https://www.instagram.com/straw_hat_goofy/?hl=enJuJu TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@straw_hat_goofy?lang=enFollow The Comment Section on IG! https://www.instagram.com/thecommentsection/ eBay is the place for pre-loved and vintage fashion. Get beauty from people who get beauty, Only at Sephora Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Anthony & John Pompliano discuss what's going on with bitcoin, stocks, market bubble talk, why the pessimists are wrong, what the future of predication markets look like, and why JPMorgan and Anduril are investing back into America. ======================Check out my NEW show for daily bite-sized breakdowns of the biggest stories in finance, technology, and politics: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠http://pompdesk.com/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠======================As markets shift, headlines break, and interest rates swing, one thing stays true — opportunity is everywhere. At Arch Public, we help you do more than just buy and hold. Yes, our dynamic accumulation algorithms are built for long-term investors… but where we really shine? Our arbitrage algos — designed to farm volatility and turbocharge your core positions. The best part of Arch Public's products is they are free! Yes, you heard that right, try Arch Public for free! Take advantage of wild moves in assets like $SOL, $SUI, and $DOGE, and use them to stack more Bitcoin — completely hands-free. Arch Public is already a preferred partner with Coinbase, Kraken, Gemini, and Robinhood, and our team is here to help you build smarter in any market. Visit Arch Public today, at https://www.archpublic.com, your portfolio will thank you.======================Bitlayer is taking Bitcoin beyond just a store of value. For the first time, you can put your Bitcoin to work, earning yield while staying true to its core principles of security and decentralization. Bitlayer is making Bitcoin DeFi a reality. Learn more at ⁠https://x.com/BitlayerLabs⁠======================Simple Mining makes Bitcoin mining simple and accessible for everyone. We offer a premium white glove hosting service, helping you maximize the profitability of Bitcoin mining. For more information on Simple Mining or to get started mining Bitcoin, visit https://www.simplemining.io/======================Timestamps: 0:00 – Intro1:26 – Bitcoin crash and Trump's economic plans6:29 – Is bitcoin a safe haven asset?12:47 – Is there really a market bubble?26:14 – Should the Fed continue to intervene in the market?30:22 – Prediction markets and recession odds40:19 – Why investors love buying stocks at all-time highs42:08 – JPMorgan and Anduril investing back in America

Andy Richter: Andy Richter gets the pity vote to stay on Dancing With The Stars through episode 3. Adrien Skye: We stumble upon Adrien's website and the genre of GOTHSPEL. What the fuck is this site? Dank Demoss & Conjoined Twins: We have an update on Dank Demoss (Mike's Ex) and her Lyft settlement, we also check in on the annoyed conjoined twins answering frequently asked questions. Also a new Sarah's Hubby? THE BEAR!, FUCK YOU, WATCH THIS!, NEW FOUND GLORY!, DON'T LET HER PULL YOU DOWN!, ALBANIA!, INTELLIGENCE!, CHINESE DEMOCRACY!, ANDY RICHTER SHOW!, DWTS!, DANCING WITH THE STARS!, JENNA JOHNSON!, TIKTOK NIGHT!, DANCING!, BRAT DANCE!, VAMPING!, CONNECTION ISSUES!, STREAM DROP!, STRUTTER!, KISS!, JENNA MARBLES!, GREENIE!, EMMA!, PROGRESS!, SCORES!, TOPANGA!, FIFTH HARMONY!, LAUREN!, PISSED!, PACT!, ADRIEN SKYE!, GOTHSPEL!, WEBSITE!, MUSIC!, CANDLES!, OCTOBER 5 RELEASE DATE!, HAUNTING MELODY!, HAUNTED!, CONJOINED TWINS!, DANK DEMOSS!, LYFT!, FAT!, OVERWEIGHT!, LAWSUIT!, ANNOYED!, SEX QUESTIONS!, SHARED BODY!, NOT DEAD!, ONE BODY!, JAIL!, COMMITTED CRIME!, TIKTOK RETARD!, SARAH'S HUBBY!, FAKE GIRLFRIEND!, FRANKENSTEIN!  You can find the videos from this episode at our Discord RIGHT HERE!

In today's episode, we're doing an overrated or underrated: fall edition! We're rating everything from pumpkin spice and cozy routines to fall fashion, seasonal habits, and “that girl” energy. It's all the cozy girl talk, hot takes, and honest opinions you didn't know you needed as we fully lean into the fall season.follow the podcast:our⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠youtube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ @beforrealpodcast_our⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ @beforrealpodcast_our⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠tiktok ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@beforrealpodcastingfollow us:Talia's⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ @taliamathersMichaela's⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ @michaelabentoTalia's⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ tiktok ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@taliamathersMichaela's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠youtube ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@michaelabentochapters:00:00 intro / weekly catch up22:28 overrated vs. underrated FALL EDITION

It's a scene that plays out in millions of homes across the world every day. There's a sense of anticipation as the lights go out, only for the room to be lit up by candles as a friend or family member brings in a yummy-looking birthday cake. Guests start singing more or less in unison, more in less in tune, depending on how much alcohol has been consumed, and the birthday girl or boy politely waits until they finish before blowing the candles out. When did the tradition start out? Why do we make a wish when we blow out the candles? Can blowing candles out over a cake spread germs? In under 3 minutes, we answer your questions ! To listen to the latest episodes, click here: ⁠How can I spot a liar?⁠ ⁠What are yellow flags in dating?⁠ ⁠Is the five second rule a real thing?⁠ A Bababam Originals podcast written and realised by Joseph Chance. First broadcast: 18/5/2023. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This is the 55th anniversary of the passing of the greatest blues rock singer, Janis Joplin. These are select tracks from her studio, live and television work. This is a special tribute to the phenomenal voice that was silenced back on October 4, 1970. For Janis. Also...If you would, please make a donation of love and hope to St. Jude Children's HospitalMake an impact on the lives of St. Jude kids - St. Jude Children's Research Hospital (stjude.org)Other Items of Interest:Kathy Bushnell Website for Emily Muff bandHome | Kathy Bushnell | Em & MooListen to previous shows at the main webpage at:https://www.buzzsprout.com/1329053Pamela Des Barres Home page for books, autographs, clothing and online writing classes.Pamela Des Barres | The Official Website of the Legendary Groupie and Author (pameladesbarresofficial.com)Listen to more music by Laurie Larson at:Home | Shashké Music and Art (laurielarson.net)View the most amazing paintings by Marijke Koger-Dunham (Formally of the 1960's artists collective, "The Fool").Psychedelic, Visionary and Fantasy Art by Marijke Koger (marijkekogerart.com)For unique Candles have a look at Stardust Lady's Etsy shopWhere art and armor become one where gods are by TwistedByStardust (etsy.com)For your astrological chart reading, contact Astrologer Tisch Aitken at:https://www.facebook.com/AstrologerTisch/Tarot card readings by Kalinda available atThe Mythical Muse | FacebookEmma Bonner-Morgan Facebook music pageThe Music Of Emma Bonner-Morgan | FacebookFor booking Children's parties and character parties in the Los Angeles area contact Kalinda Gray at:https://www.facebook.com/wishingwellparties/I'm listed in Feedspot's "Top 10 Psychedelic Podcasts You Must Follow". https://blog.feedspot.com/psychedelic_podcasts/Please feel free to donate or Tip Jar the show at my Venmo account@jessie-DelgadoII

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So often things look right on paper, and we've done everything we can to make them ‘right', only to find that it just doesn't work for us. Fear not, you're in good company.Sign up for my weekly Letters of Rebellion! ✉️ | A transcript of this episode is available here.About Meg & The Daily Pep!I'm Meg and I'm the host of The Daily Pep! and The Couragemakers Podcast and founder of The Rebel Rousers. I'm a coach, writer and all-round rebel-rouser for creative and multi-passionate women to do the things only they can do and build a wholehearted life. When I'm not recording episodes, writing bullshit-free Letters of Rebellion to my wonderful Couragemakers community or hosting workshops/group programmes, I'm usually covered in paint or walking my wonderfully weird cockapoo Merlin.Website | Instagram | The Couragemakers Podcast | Letters of Rebellion | Rebel Creators

In this bonus episode of the Everyday Judaism Podcast, Rabbi Aryeh Wolbe covers the 17 sections of Siman 131 from the Kitzur Shulchan Aruch, detailing the laws and customs of Erev Yom Kippur, a day blending penitential preparation and festive joy in anticipation of Hashem's mercy on the Day of Atonement. Key practices include:Kaparos: A customary atonement ritual performed early in the morning, using a rooster for males, a hen for females, or money (preferred by Rabbi Wolbe for donation to Houston Tomchei Shabbos: https://tomchei-shabbat.com) to symbolize atonement, with white chickens preferred but not mandatory to avoid superstition. The ritual involves circling the item around the head while reciting prayers, emphasizing repentance over the act itself, with intestines offered to birds to invoke divine mercy.Festive Meals: A mitzvah to eat heartily, especially fish in the first meal and easily digestible foods like poultry in the second, avoiding spicy or warming foods, to equate eating on the 9th of Tishrei to fasting on the 10th.Seeking Forgiveness: Yom Kippur atones only for sins against Hashem, not interpersonal wrongs, requiring direct appeasement or mediation for forgiveness, with a call to forgive sincerely, as withholding forgiveness is un-Jewish. Rabbi Wolbe shares a story of Rabbi Mordechai Schwab's sensitivity in protecting his father from embarrassment, exemplifying righteous compassion.Mikvah Immersion: Men customarily immerse in a mikvah after midday for spiritual purity and repentance, with no barriers like jewelry allowed; women typically do not unless specific conditions apply.Candles and Clothing: Lighting candles for the home and synagogue, wearing Shabbos garments for Mincha, and donning a kittel (white robe) to evoke humility, with women wearing white but avoiding jewelry.Vidui and Blessings: Reciting the confession prayer after Mincha's silent Amidah, striking the chest for each sin, and parents blessing children with a special prayer for righteousness and a good life, found in the Machzor.Other Customs: Omitting certain prayers (e.g., Mizmor L'Todah, Avinu Malkeinu), receiving symbolic lashes in some Sephardic communities, and preparing the home with white tablecloths to honor Yom Kippur as a festival. Rabbi Wolbe emphasizes starting Yom Kippur early, avoiding preparations for after the fast, and concludes with a story of Rabbi Moshe Feinstein's brother-in-law, illustrating how sponsoring a mikvah fulfills teshuvah's three steps (regret, acceptance, action), reinforcing the theme of actionable repentance.Rabbi Wolbe concludes with a blessing for complete atonement, a sweet and healthy new year, and acceptance of sincere repentance.To donate to Houston's Tomchei Shabbos: https://tomchei-shabbat.com_____________The Everyday Judaism Podcast is dedicated to learning, understanding and appreciating the greatness of Jewish heritage and the Torah through the simplified, concise study of Halacha, Jewish Law, thereby enhancing our understanding of how Hashem wants us to live our daily lives in a Jewish way._____________This Podcast Series is Generously Underwritten by Marshall & Doreen LernerDownload & Print the Everyday Judaism Halacha Notes:https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1RL-PideM42B_LFn6pbrk8MMU5-zqlLG5This episode (Ep. #60) of the Everyday Judaism Podcast by Rabbi Aryeh Wolbe of TORCH is dedicated to my dearest friends, Marshall & Doreen Lerner! May Hashem bless you and always lovingly accept your prayer for good health, success and true happiness!!!Recorded in the TORCH Centre - Levin Family Studio (B) to a live audience on September 28, 2025, in Houston, Texas.Released as Podcast on September 29, 2025_____________Connect with Us:Subscribe to the Everyday Judaism Podcast on Apple Podcasts (https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/everyday-judaism-rabbi-aryeh-wolbe/id1600622789) or Spotify (https://open.spotify.com/show/3AXCNcyKSVsaOLsLQsCN1C) to stay inspired! Share your questions at askaway@torchweb.org or visit torchweb.org for more Torah content.  _____________About the Host:Rabbi Aryeh Wolbe, Director of TORCH in Houston, brings decades of Torah scholarship to guide listeners in applying Jewish wisdom to daily life.  To directly send your questions, comments, and feedback: awolbe@torchweb.org_____________Support Our Mission:Help us share Jewish wisdom globally by sponsoring an episode at torchweb.org. Your support makes a difference!_____________Subscribe and Listen to other podcasts by Rabbi Aryeh Wolbe: Prayer Podcast: https://prayerpodcast.transistor.fm/episodesJewish Inspiration Podcast: https://inspiration.transistor.fm/episodesParsha Review Podcast: https://parsha.transistor.fm/episodesLiving Jewishly Podcast: https://jewishly.transistor.fm/episodesThinking Talmudist Podcast: https://talmud.transistor.fm/episodesUnboxing Judaism Podcast: https://unboxing.transistor.fm/episodesRabbi Aryeh Wolbe Podcast Collection: https://collection.transistor.fm/episodesFor a full listing of podcasts available by TORCH at http://podcast.torchweb.org_____________Keywords:#Torah, #Halacha, #Jewish, #YomKippur, #Purification, #Repentance, #Kaparos, #Atonement, #DivineMercy, #Rituals, #Mikvah, #Kindness, #Humility, #Teshuva, #CandleLighting, #Shabbos, #Fasting, #Kittel, #Sanctity, #Renewal ★ Support this podcast ★

In this bonus episode of the Everyday Judaism Podcast, Rabbi Aryeh Wolbe covers the 17 sections of Siman 131 from the Kitzur Shulchan Aruch, detailing the laws and customs of Erev Yom Kippur, a day blending penitential preparation and festive joy in anticipation of Hashem's mercy on the Day of Atonement. Key practices include:Kaparos: A customary atonement ritual performed early in the morning, using a rooster for males, a hen for females, or money (preferred by Rabbi Wolbe for donation to Houston Tomchei Shabbos: https://tomchei-shabbat.com) to symbolize atonement, with white chickens preferred but not mandatory to avoid superstition. The ritual involves circling the item around the head while reciting prayers, emphasizing repentance over the act itself, with intestines offered to birds to invoke divine mercy.Festive Meals: A mitzvah to eat heartily, especially fish in the first meal and easily digestible foods like poultry in the second, avoiding spicy or warming foods, to equate eating on the 9th of Tishrei to fasting on the 10th.Seeking Forgiveness: Yom Kippur atones only for sins against Hashem, not interpersonal wrongs, requiring direct appeasement or mediation for forgiveness, with a call to forgive sincerely, as withholding forgiveness is un-Jewish. Rabbi Wolbe shares a story of Rabbi Mordechai Schwab's sensitivity in protecting his father from embarrassment, exemplifying righteous compassion.Mikvah Immersion: Men customarily immerse in a mikvah after midday for spiritual purity and repentance, with no barriers like jewelry allowed; women typically do not unless specific conditions apply.Candles and Clothing: Lighting candles for the home and synagogue, wearing Shabbos garments for Mincha, and donning a kittel (white robe) to evoke humility, with women wearing white but avoiding jewelry.Vidui and Blessings: Reciting the confession prayer after Mincha's silent Amidah, striking the chest for each sin, and parents blessing children with a special prayer for righteousness and a good life, found in the Machzor.Other Customs: Omitting certain prayers (e.g., Mizmor L'Todah, Avinu Malkeinu), receiving symbolic lashes in some Sephardic communities, and preparing the home with white tablecloths to honor Yom Kippur as a festival. Rabbi Wolbe emphasizes starting Yom Kippur early, avoiding preparations for after the fast, and concludes with a story of Rabbi Moshe Feinstein's brother-in-law, illustrating how sponsoring a mikvah fulfills teshuvah's three steps (regret, acceptance, action), reinforcing the theme of actionable repentance.Rabbi Wolbe concludes with a blessing for complete atonement, a sweet and healthy new year, and acceptance of sincere repentance.To donate to Houston's Tomchei Shabbos: https://tomchei-shabbat.com_____________The Everyday Judaism Podcast is dedicated to learning, understanding and appreciating the greatness of Jewish heritage and the Torah through the simplified, concise study of Halacha, Jewish Law, thereby enhancing our understanding of how Hashem wants us to live our daily lives in a Jewish way._____________This Podcast Series is Generously Underwritten by Marshall & Doreen LernerDownload & Print the Everyday Judaism Halacha Notes:https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1RL-PideM42B_LFn6pbrk8MMU5-zqlLG5This episode (Ep. #60) of the Everyday Judaism Podcast by Rabbi Aryeh Wolbe of TORCH is dedicated to my dearest friends, Marshall & Doreen Lerner! May Hashem bless you and always lovingly accept your prayer for good health, success and true happiness!!!Recorded in the TORCH Centre - Levin Family Studio (B) to a live audience on September 28, 2025, in Houston, Texas.Released as Podcast on September 29, 2025_____________Connect with Us:Subscribe to the Everyday Judaism Podcast on Apple Podcasts (https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/everyday-judaism-rabbi-aryeh-wolbe/id1600622789) or Spotify (https://open.spotify.com/show/3AXCNcyKSVsaOLsLQsCN1C) to stay inspired! Share your questions at askaway@torchweb.org or visit torchweb.org for more Torah content.  _____________About the Host:Rabbi Aryeh Wolbe, Director of TORCH in Houston, brings decades of Torah scholarship to guide listeners in applying Jewish wisdom to daily life.  To directly send your questions, comments, and feedback: awolbe@torchweb.org_____________Support Our Mission:Help us share Jewish wisdom globally by sponsoring an episode at torchweb.org. Your support makes a difference!_____________Subscribe and Listen to other podcasts by Rabbi Aryeh Wolbe: Prayer Podcast: https://prayerpodcast.transistor.fm/episodesJewish Inspiration Podcast: https://inspiration.transistor.fm/episodesParsha Review Podcast: https://parsha.transistor.fm/episodesLiving Jewishly Podcast: https://jewishly.transistor.fm/episodesThinking Talmudist Podcast: https://talmud.transistor.fm/episodesUnboxing Judaism Podcast: https://unboxing.transistor.fm/episodesRabbi Aryeh Wolbe Podcast Collection: https://collection.transistor.fm/episodesFor a full listing of podcasts available by TORCH at http://podcast.torchweb.org_____________Keywords:#Torah, #Halacha, #Jewish, #YomKippur, #Purification, #Repentance, #Kaparos, #Atonement, #DivineMercy, #Rituals, #Mikvah, #Kindness, #Humility, #Teshuva, #CandleLighting, #Shabbos, #Fasting, #Kittel, #Sanctity, #Renewal ★ Support this podcast ★

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The days are getting shorter. It's going to be colder soon. It's time to get cozy. It's time to get… hygge. Candles and pumpkins and cheese, oh my!Links:Books by Tricia Hersey:Rest Is ResistanceWe Will Rest!Nothing Much Happens podcastNeuromaVermont Creamery CremontTasting History on real eggnog (Youtube)

Send us a textOn this Episode Tom and Bert continue "The Spotlight Series" on entertainment influencers thru the decades!There are Stories to tell and the Guys will cover and discuss the beginnings and the careers of some of the greatest influencers throughout ALL of the entertainment industry.Today's Podcast will cover another musical influencer.We introduce you to the Iconic Lead singer of "The Crests", "The Del Satins" and "The Brooklyn Bridge" the velvety voice of the 1950's and 1960's ----"Johnny Maestro"!Listen in as we go through their early begininngs and amazing career of this Artist as the frontman to 3 Groups over the years and his induction into the Vocal Singers Hall of Fame!CHAPTERS:(2:00) Here is Johnny Maestro(3:10) The Early Beginnings with Johnny and "The Crests"(15:20) "16 Candles" hits the Charts(21:32) "The Crests" hit it big and Tour the South(28:42) Dick Clark's American Bandstand and continued success(37:44) Johnny leaves COED Records for a solo career(42:56) Johnny and the "Del Satins"(44:43) "The Brooklyn Bridge" and The Worst that could Happen!(52:47) The end of Johnny's long and amazing career and that's a Wrap!Enjoy the Show!You can email us at reeldealzmoviesandmusic@gmail.com or visit our Facebook page, Reel Dealz Podcast: Movies & Music Thru The Decades to leave comments and/or TEXT us at 843-855-1704 as well

In episode 328, Steve talks about the concerns during the home purchasing process. There are some clear red flags when it comes to purchasing a home, when it comes to mold concerns. #1 A fresh coat of paint could indicate the sellers are trying to cover up mold concerns. #2 Candles scattered around the home could be an indication the sellers are trying to cover something up. #3 The home was recently flipped would be an indicator that there's mold concerns. By no means do those three things mean the sellers are trying to cover something up, but they are things to pay attention to. Steve talks about the book he wrote about purchasing a new home. Steve has 5 books available on Amazon in three formats, eBook, Audible and paperback. Copy and paste the link below to purchase his books. https://tinyurl.com/SteveWorsleybooks We appreciate all of you and look forwarding to working with you! Stay safe and stay well.

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In this Tips and Tricks episode, Caroline and Conor remember how good it is to be bad as they unpack the highly anticipated Bath and Body Works Disney Villain Collection. This fabulously wicked collaboration has your favorite hosts choosing between the glamour and ambition of the Evil Queen or the fierce power of Maleficent. Join them as they explore the collection, rank their favorite scents and accessories, and pick their favorite potion. Shop the Bath and Body Works Disney Villains Collection!Follow us on Facebook, Instagram, Threads, BlueSky, and TikTok for fun content and exciting new updates!Subscribe to our YouTube Channel to watch the podcast!Join the Poor Unfortunate Fam, our private community for listeners who love the podcast and want to connect to keep the discussions going! On Discord | On FacebookIf you like what you're hearing, help us keep bringing you your favorite Disney content by making a donation to Poor Unfortunate Podcast today!*This podcast is not affiliated with The Walt Disney Company.

Lauren wants to do away with blowing out birthday candles. Dumbest fight you got into with your siblings. Get it off Your Chest and we play normal or nah?Leave a rating and review wherever you listen, it helps us out a lot! Also follow us on social @joeyandlaurenshow Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

They should have died out when the lightbulb was invented. Instead they're a $10 billion industry. What does it mean that we still want tiny fires inside our homes? SOURCES:Tim Cooper, professor emeritus of sustainable design and consumption at Nottingham Trent University.Gökçe Günel, professor of anthropology at Rice University.Steve Horenziak, president of the National Candle Association.Meik Wiking, Danish happiness researcher, C.E.O. of the Happiness Research Institute. RESOURCES:"The Great Lightbulb Conspiracy," by Markus Krajewski (IEEE Spectrum, 2024)."The Obsolescence Issue," edited by Townsend Middleton, Gökçe Günel, and Ashley Carse (Limn, 2024).More and More and More, by Jean-Baptiste Fressoz (2024)."What Yankee Candle reviews can tell us about COVID," by Manuela López Restrepo, Christopher Intagliata, Ailsa Chang, and Sacha Pfeiffer (NPR, 2022).Spaceship in the Desert, by Gökçe Günel (2019)."The Birth of Planned Obsolescence," by Livia Gershon (JSTOR Daily, 2017)."Beeswax for the Ages," by G. Jeffrey MacDonald (The Living Church, 2016).The Waste Makers, by Vance Packard (2011). EXTRAS:"Why Do People Still Hunt Whales?" by Freakonomics Radio (2023)."How to Be Happy," by Freakonomics Radio (2018).