Podcasts about copil

George Cornilă, autorul romanului „Silex” (Editura Polirom), Cristina Hermeziu, autoarea romanului „Nickel” (Editura Cartier), și Bogdan-Alexandru Stănescu, autorul romanului „Soarele negru” (Editura Trei) sînt nominalizații la premiul Radio România Cultural pentru proză. Îi puteți asculta în această ediție vorbind despre cărțile lor.„Silex” de George Cornilă este, pe scurt, un roman al memoriei. Un roman despre fragilitatea graniței dintre ficțiune și realitate. Un scriitor își pierde o parte a memoriei într-un accident de motocicletă. Ceea ce i s-a întîmplat se amestecă cu ceea ce a scris sau a citit în cărțile altora. Realitatea și ficțiunea ajung să se confunde.George Cornilă: „Tot ceea ce trăim noi este, la urma urmei, un amestec între realitate și ficțiune. (...) Amintirile noastre, de cele mai multe ori, nu sînt întru totul reale. Sînt niște cópii ale unor cópii ale unor cópii... Și foarte multe dintre momentele pe care noi ni le amintim, s-au petrecut în realitate măcar puțin diferit. Dar noi avem tendința să ne rescriem în permanență povestea și, cu fiecare repovestire, aceasta se schimbă puțin cîte puțin.”  Cristina Hermeziu ne propune în romanul „Nickel” o poveste despre migrația economică. Într-o fabrică din Franța, muncitori francezi și români fac piese pentru industria aeronautică. Naratoarea este una dintre românce. Aflăm treptat secvențe din povestea ei de viață, din poveștile celorlalți, frînturi de vieți cu dramele și bucuriile lor, cu tragedii și cu speranțe. Cristina Hermeziu: „Ce m-a interesat pe mine, literar vorbind, în această poveste despre o mînă de muncitori francezi și o mînă de muncitori români care sînt împreună într-un spațiu-timp destul de scurt a fost ce formă poate lua această interacțiune mărunțită între mentalități diferite, între viziuni diferite asupra vieții, asupra iubirii dar pînă la urmă extrem de apropiate. Și m-am întrebat dacă, atît de diferiți fiind, se poate naște totuși o anumită solidaritate între ei.”Bogdan-Alexandru Stănescu a publicat în 2024 romanul „Soarele negru”, o carte care încheie trilogia începută cu „Copilăria lui Kaspar Hauser” și continuată cu „Abraxas”. Dacă primul volum era o carte a tatălui și al doilea o carte a mamei, acesta este un roman al familiei, pus într-o ramă onirică.Bogdan-Alexandru Stănescu: „Într-adevăr, în «Copilăria lui Kaspar Hauser» era vorba de o figură a tatălui, pregnantă, în «Abraxas» e o mamă foarte puternică, care arestează întregul roman. Iar în «Soarele negru» avem un copil care pendulează între mamă și tată, un tată absent dar totuși foarte prezent, o mamă care și ea e absentă, pentru că tînjește după acel tată plecat. Am încercat să descriu o himeră, un animal mitologic compus din părți luate de la animale diferite – așa este familia în viziunea mea și în viziunea acestui personaj.”Apasă PLAY pentru a asculta întreaga emisiune!O emisiune de Adela GreceanuUn produs Radio România Cultural

MAMA UNUI COPIL CU AUTISM: O LUME DIFERITĂ, O IUBIRE INFINITĂ, PODCAST #203

A Butterfly wants to kill the World?Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Although Love is both fire and shadow, we often forget to take comfort from the coolness of the memories when the burning flames are absentThere were precisely two things, okay, four things, keeping me alive. The fourth thing would come to her later when her 'furious was replaced by her 'curious' ~ as in how I knew her inhuman lingo ~ which would lead to my legacy with Grandpa.The top three reasons -She had poked my chest. It was a challenge, calling for one of my guardians to come out and play. The avatar knew I was the chosen heir of the Goddess Ishara and my goddess had devoted a good deal of time and effort to my survival and continued service in her cause. If Ishara made an 'appearance', it would be enough reason to not eviscerate me for my foul treatment of her august personage.Nope. It seemed Ishara was busy at the moment.Still, she most likely knew SzelAnya had shown a keen interest in me in Romania, though I'd never told Selena, or any other member of the 9 Clans, the Dragon's Daughter had killed Ajax for me. Figuring out SzelAnya, a storm deity, had helped me and Aya escape from our kidnapping in the midst of a cyclone in the Pacific Ocean wasn't much of a reach.But no bolt of lightning coalesced from my chest to singe her finger. No clap of thunder. Not even a cloud with a hint of disfavor appeared above us.Her obsidian fingernail began penetrating my shirt, touched my skin, then drew my blood, and something 'twitched'.That would be Contestant Goddess #3. She wasn't actually hanging around me. She didn't have to. She'd left me a memento of our last shindig before we parted ways. That was the nightmare-inducing episode where she, the chthonic goddess Sarrat Irkalli, had compressed one man's body into a dagger and then proceeded to suck another's soul into it to use as a power source for an Airbus 350 (a commercial airliner, if you didn't know).I still had that snaggletooth-looking thing at my back. Well who the Hell was I going to leave it with? Honestly, the only people I felt could keep it safe I loved too much to curse with it. Anyway, the second her divine claw touched my blood, the long dormant weapon whispered to me in a somewhat bored, lofty feminine voice from beyond the grave,Do you want me to discorporate this pathetic has-been for you?Quick check. Only the avatar and I, and her priestess-savant heard that. Of course, in downtown, New York City, noon Sunday, how weird would such a declaration be? The avatar's eyebrow arched. Her big bat-ears (still looking human to the normal viewing public) flicked this way and that, figuring out precisely where the threat originated from. Slowly, her once poking hand began to slide across my chest, along my ribs and around my back.She touched the dagger. Nothing.Gingerly, she drew it forth. I'd had a makeshift sheath made. As the blade made its journey around me, she took a half-step back to better observe it."Please don't kill him!" Theddy squealed. "We haven't had sex yet!"Being 'who' and 'what' she was, the avatar did what came natural. Fortunately for Theddy, I'd become accustomed to working with psychopaths.She stabbed the dagger at Theddy. I clamped my hand down on her wrist. The claws of her left hand came down on my constraining wrist. My free hand came down on that hand, trying to pry it free. It was a hopeless struggle, except.Yes, my old friend 'except'. Except the avatar was holding the dagger. As powerful as Ītzpāpālōtl was, she wasn't pushing against me. She was pushing against Sarrat Irkalli.Ītzpāpālōtl was a living, breathing terror machine who killed and received sacrifices on a regular basis.Sarrat Irkalli hadn't been actively worshipped in 3,000 years.Uneven contest? Oh yeah.See, Ītzpāpālōtl had spent the past 500 years continuously fighting against the Weave to keep her fingers on this side of reality.Meanwhile, for the most part, Sarrat Irkalli had sat upon her throne in the Sumerian Underworld with hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of souls toiling under her watchful gaze for eternity. Sure, her version of Hell wasn't getting any fresh deposits, but she knew how to milk the system well.Even the bad karma for the dagger's creation wasn't hers. She'd stolen it from the foolish Gong Tau sorcerers who had meant to enslave my soul, aka one-third of the Baraqu-Alal-Cáel deal she'd worked out millennia ago. It was the Weave giving her a 'freebie' for playing by the rules, if you considered the Weave sentient.And now Ītzpāpālōtl was touching it. Whoops. It wasn't as if Ītzpāpālōtl was stupid. It isn't like there are tons of magic weapons running around, much less soul-munchers like the one I had. Rationally, who would give a novice like me, a weapon like this? I say again, 'whoops'.Once I'd figured this out, I couldn't stop being me."Theddy, do you like girls?""What?" she squeaked. Here was this psycho trying to drive a Smilodon incisor into her bosom and I was giving her a sex quiz.Ītzpāpālōtl was really starting to struggle now."I, ah, are you okay?" she continued."Oh, I'm dandy. I'm serious. You think this chick is hot? I mean, would you do her in a three-way?" I proposed casually."Timothy?" Sovann."Bro?" Timothy to me."It's all good. Sovann, you want to know what my life is like? This lady who came to discuss business with me today is an immortal mass murderer. You give the word, I'll let go and this knife is going to cut her up like a Ginsu blade on market day because just cutting her heart out isn't going to be enough. Worse. Eventually she'll get back up.""Timothy?" Sovann repeated, this time with more concern. He thought I was nuts. I released my left hand. The blade flipped up, twisting in the avatar's grasp. That was the point her minions figured out something was wrong."El Amado?" the priestess-savant called out softly. The three goons began reaching for 'things'."Call them off, or I open my other hand," I cautioned the avatar. She spared me a swift, hostile look. My fingers tingled."Esten quietos!" she snapped. They stopped."Cáel, bad day, or not. This isn't you. Stop it. The girl's in danger," Timothy spoke up. He didn't mean Theddy. He meant the avatar."I'm being a real asshole, aren't I?" I sighed."Pretty much. You never let the bitches get to you before. Girl pops an attitude, you smile and move on. Life is too short," he reminded me. Too true."I'm going to put my hand over the blade," I told Ītzpāpālōtl. "When I do, you can let go."She didn't say anything for several seconds, even after my left hand covered the semi-serrated edge."Why should I trust you?" she sizzled."Because 'me' letting anything bad happen to you would make me a total, judgmental jerk. I don't know you. Whatever you did before you showed up today shouldn't matter to me. I acted stupidly. I should have stopped you. I didn't. I didn't even warn you and I could have. I was angry, and not even at you. Just angry and I apologize. Now, let go.""Why?""Hi. I'm Cáel Nyilas. Can I have my knife back? Please?"Blink. She released it. For a millisecond, it wanted to do something else because bitches are bitches. It didn't, so my palm wasn't sliced open. My right hand took the hilt. I carefully put the blade away."Yes," Theddy gulped."Huh?" Sovann shook his head at the sudden evaporation of the life and death tension. Welcome to my life. Theddy meant 'yes' to the 'girl-girl-guy' thing I had proposed earlier. It pays to keep things prioritized."What is this movie you were talking about?" Ītzpāpālōtl asked. Had she forgiven me for anything which had transpired? Bwahahaha, no way. She was taking the initiative and going with Option 1 from my earlier insane diatribe."Wait!" Sovann nearly shouted. "You nearly, I don't know, threatened Cáel's life and tried to stab Theddy and now you think you can go with us to a movie?""I told you," Timothy put an arm around his shoulder, "life with Cáel is rarely dull.""I thought you meant he was fun to party with, or something like that," Sovann looked up at his lover. "I thought his uncle showing up, and trying to kill him and then being blown the fuck away by those women and federal agents, and that other girl who pointed a gun at us, is this the new normal?""I love you, Sovann," Timothy grew compassionate. "Cáel is my best friend. He'd never deliberately hurt either of us and normal friends are something he has in short supply. Today being a great case in point."Ten seconds passed."The title is 'As Above, So Below'," Sovann addressed the avatar, "and what do we call you?"Since 'if you are not a worshiper and addressing me, I normally am about to kill you' would sound really cool in Olmec-ic, but I might be asked to translate,"How about we go with 'Obsidian', please?" I pleaded with her.She knew I was currying favor now ~ and behaving like a weather vane caught in the wall of a tornado ~ she gave a gracious bow of her head."Obsidian will do for now. Is the Legend of the dagger 'business'?" Translation: it had better not be."No," I smiled. "It's pillow talk." Rancor, 'how presumptuous', followed by 'but that dagger ups the count to three Goddess interested in him', and next to recalling all the trivial babble about me being a sexual dynamo (I prayed my PR was that good) having some relevance. Her chimera emotions allowed me to get a few more crucial words out, because even women who aren't sleeping with me are jealous."Esta mujer fue la primera en ofrecer bienes funerarios tras la muerte dee mi padre," I reinserted Theddy back into my close company. For some reason, Obsidian considered me unreliable thus had to verify what I'd just said."Did you make funerary offering upon his father's passing?" she asked Theddy. Let's think about this. The wacko chick questioning Theddy had tried to stab a huge freaking blade into her not a minute ago. Fleeing in terror while screaming for the cops? Nope."Yes. I baked him some walnut and caramel chip cookies," she nodded. "It is a family recipe." Sovann looked over the three of us, then back to Timothy."I told you 'that's impressive cocking like I've never seen before'," he explained."She may remain," Obsidian 'permitted'. Theddy wrapped up my right arm with her left and gave it a squeeze. She wanted attention/explanation."Obsidian is a Master Vampire, Theddy," I leaned in and whispered. "Before she was turned, she was captured in a raid by the fey, mentally, spiritually and physically raped and made into their sex-slave. Part of her spirit never healed properly. While this imperfection allows her to walk around in daylight, her heart can never hold on to any emotion for long, so she is forced to forever seek passion, no matter how dangerous, from the world around her."Revealing secrets? Ha. I had noticed Theddy had every work done by Laurel K. Hamilton in her place, including the comic book series."You are not supposed to know, so act like I didn't tell you anything, okay?"'Okay,' she mouthed back at me. I could see it in her eyes. My chaotic life suddenly 'made sense' to her because a best-selling fiction author said so.Obsidian thought the movie was; hilarious. She couldn't stop snickering, giggling and poking at me as horrible shit happened to the various actors. She thought the plot was 'insightful' and wouldn't stop whispering to me throughout the entire thing. During the closing credits, I told her I'd get her the DVD for Christmas ~ she knew the concept behind digital technology, but didn't own any ~ she kissed me.The first kiss was fierce and joyous with the added benefit of her tongue doing things no normal tongue could do, it stretched. Not sure how I felt about that. The second kiss was more sultry, longer and came with some accompanying body action which, I'm no virgin. Not even close. She was on my left side, so when she twisted in her seat, her left leg insinuated itself between mine. Her left hand cupped my jaw and held my head in place as her lips played along mine.A dance of the scorpion perhaps? Tender at first, then suddenly stabbing, dominant and brutal. My lips and tongue battled back, using my superior Kiss-fu to nullify her natural strength and agility. She liked it. By her moaning, she liked it a lot. As the kiss progressed, more and more of her flowed from her seat into my seat, body facing me. Her body rose over mine, forcing my neck back to maintain contact."So, Dot Ishara is hovering around somewhere close, isn't she?" I murmured as our lips separated barely a centimeter apart. One chick kissing you to make another one jealous. It's happened to me plenty of times. Obsidian didn't give a damn about Theddy, or any other mortal woman in close proximity so,"Yes," she purred. "Do you mate with her?""A man does not brag of such things, but no, unless heavy petting counts?""What will she do to you when I steal your seed?"'When'? Why was I not surprised? Why was I not surprised another concussion was in my immediate future either? Was it possible I was, learning?"Chastise me for not fighting harder," I breathed across her lips, "and, in case you forgot, I'm on a date with the girl beside me.""Who I care nothing for," she sent a cruelly playful look Theddy's way. Wisely, the girl shivered."Who I am indebted to and how I honor my debts might matter to you," I hazarded. My words hurt Theddy's feelings. That was on purpose. Obsidian took pleasure in me hurting Theddy because she was basically a vicious monster."Yes?" I pressed her gently."Yes," Obsidian allowed, easing up slightly both romantically and physically."And Theddy, if you believe I'm with you solely because of some sense of obligation, you clearly haven't been listening to your recordings," I shot the human girl a wink."Oh.""Am I, or am I not, a sex-obsessed little monkey?" I teased her. Theddy giggled. I paid for my diversion with four obsidian claws to my ribs outside of Theddy's view. After all, it wasn't like Theddy could possibly compete with her for my attention. Considering Obsidian's legendary ability to rip open her opponent's ribcages and feast upon their hearts, I slipped my left hand, the one next to her between her legs and stroked her cotton-slacks covered cunt.Theddy hugged my right arm and put her head against my shoulder. Not to be outdone," Qu  un centenar dee hombres se quemaron vivos como el sonido?" Obsidian inquired with sexually sadistic hunger. Ah, memories of burning 7P Commandos.Whoops. Theddy knew Spanish."No lo s . Ten an respiradores en," I replied casually. "Si lo desea, puedo describir lo que se siente al tirar de una flecha de guerra lanzar mi propio muslo.""Eep," slipped out of Theddy's lips."Why did you do that?" Obsidian looked over us both."Well, I was showing a little girl I believed in her,""And she shot you?" Theddy gulped."No. She hit the target I was standing next to. A co-worker mistook me for a cardboard cutout of a Jehovah's Witness and let fly. Seems she had issues with organized religion as well as a reaction to the oscillation effect of florescent lighting and ceiling fans.""But why did you pull the arrow out?" Theddy asked. "Couldn't you wait until you got to the hospital?""Mosquito," Obsidian menaced, insinuating Theddy was a pest."I wasn't thinking rationally at the moment, I work in an asylum, I had a hot date in a few hours, any of those three will do," I smiled at Theddy."Copil such as Cáel don't bother with petty human conventions," Obsidian turned my gaze back her way with her hand on my jaw. 'Copil's were 'god-touched' in her lingo."More than one girl?" Theddy mused."Four.""Okay," she sighed happily."Theddy, three under-age girls and the police office he was dating acting as their chaperone," Timothy intervened. "He hurried home so he could keep a promise to the children, not for sex." Bastard. He really was my best friend. He didn't mention my post-injury, pre-festivity sex with Odette giving me a few extra, urgently needed Brownie Points to suggest I might be a decent human being."You are a wonderful guy," Theddy ran a fingernail over my free hand. Clearly I was 'wonderful' enough to risk Obsidian's anger over. The screen went blank as the last credits scrolled away and the room was plunged into darkness. Five seconds later, the lights snapped on.Pain!"Fuck," I hissed. It wasn't any extra physical trauma causing me discomfort. No, a metaphysical dam had burst within and my stream of conscious thought had been turned into a white-water rapids. The competing cyclones of thoughts in my mind had stopped cooperating and my hypothalamus was letting me know I was in danger."Cáel", "Cáel", "Bro", and "Ishara" all came in rapid succession. I needed some space both tangible and social."I need to step outside," I eased Obsidian off me and stood up. My sense of my personal danger was ratcheting up. While I had been studying Obsidian, so I could screw her, I had discovered more and more Alal-badness.The light display had ignited a series of pressing implanted memories which had been clamoring for my attention. Things like not all 'divinities' were stewards of the Weave. Some even wanted its destruction, preferring risking all on a chaotic restructuring of reality over what existed now ~ things like Obsidian. They weren't attempting to do so because they thought they had no chance.But there was. A real serious chance to unravel reality existed; and it was staring her in the face. It wasn't 'me' as in 'I was the Anti-Christ'. But with the torrent of memories pouring forth, I knew where the peril lay and I was completely responsible for it. Hell, I was a prime ally of Armageddon and hadn't even known it.'Holy Shit!'I blinked. Timothy was shaking me. We were out in the lobby."Oh my God, Timothy," I nearly wept. "What am I going to do?""I have no idea what you are talking about. Is there someone you can talk to about this?" he suggested. Normal folks were around us. Obsidian was at my side. Sovann was behind Timothy with an arm around Theddy's shoulder."Theddy," I looked at her. "Can I catch up with you later? I just realized I've screwed up something fierce." I put my best 'really don't want to go but I gotta' face on. Her worried look brightened, she slipped around Timothy and gave me a tingling French kiss."I'll hold you to that, Cáel," she murmured when we parted."Timothy, go home, I got shit to deal with," I hoped my grin didn't become as feeble as I felt it to be."I," he started to say something. "Time not to ask questions?""Yeah.""Okay.""Wait." I pulled us to the side and went on to my toes, leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Tell Pamela 'he' sent Ajax to kill the Professor, his family and the sisters. They were the targets all along. It wasn't me, or the other women. Just in case,""Okay," Timothy patted my arm. It was cryptic. It was the best I could do. See, I wanted to cry so badly.{2:09 pm Sunday, September 7th ~ Last day}Where to begin:Every mythology across the globe has some creature, or creatures, which threatens Existence. Usually a God, or a Hero-God, slays the creature and everything is right with the world, except such a being, being older than Existence itself, can't really die, so they are carved up, buried ~ what have you.Illuyankamunus was one such manifestation of this underlying cancerous desire to destroy reality. He'd had a far more real child, SzelAnya, and she's never quite given up on her dad. Of far greater critical importance, she was 'part' of Illuyankamunus, somewhat in the way I was part of Alal and Baraqu. And yes, that meant all the offspring of Bolu, the guy I'd praised a few hours earlier, held the seeds of that malignant deity as well.And Alal knew it. He hadn't been killing off the descendants. He'd left that task up to a group far more capable of the task, the Egyptian Rite, who knew a fucking threat to existence when they saw it. Lest I forget, No secret society are the 'good guys'. Also lest I forget, I alone decided to go after the Arinniti sons to fulfill Vranus' quest. I had no divine mandate I was aware of nor any real world orders.Inadvertently, I had rounded up the last five mortal remains of Illuyankamunus in one place for convenient disposal in a remote Transylvanian town. The only problem was: if someone didn't get to them quickly, I was also about to whisk them into the loving (and heavy-armed) protective embrace of the Amazon Host, where the completion of centuries of culling would have suddenly become a cast-iron bitch instead of a simple disposal.Enter Ajax. Yeah, I bet the Egyptians were trying to figure out how I stopped him as well as Alal. I thought I was being clever by not telling most of the world. In fact, they most likely suspected; and the reality of SzelAnya watching over me was much more terrifying. Ishara had put a serious curse on the Amazons, yet her curse only affected her followers, the Amazons, who were fair game.SzelAnya had killed someone for me, and I hadn't been one of her followers. Thus I had committed a blasphemous act only a magician of some significant ability could have managed. I wasn't a sorcerer, but I had a cornucopia of mystic knowledge rolling around in my noggin. Trying to figure all this out was one of my major headaches.The others?I even suspected I knew who betrayed me ~ kinda. They didn't do it on purpose. At least I hope they didn't, because my odds-on favorite was my Mother by way of Captain Delilah Faircloth. Realistically, there was only one secret society who might help her against Grandpa and that was the Egyptian Rite, and they did send three people to Dad's funeral including two 'somebodies'. I'm an idiot.I'd chatted away in fluent New Kingdom Egyptian and it never occurred to me how odd it was for two of them to also be so fluent in it. Know it, sure, but as fluent as Kimberly had taught me to be? That should have been a Red Flag.The Earth & Sky had sent Iskender, who should have been the benchmark I judged the other delegations by, damn it.Three Condos? They'd killed my Dad and their guys had been flunkies.The 7 Pillars had been nobodies, which they'd proven by their inaction.Now I had to question why I had 3 actual  9-Clans  assassins at my dad's funeral too. Holy Ishara, I wasn't nearly paranoid enough.Anyway, why would the Amazons be aiding and abetting the End of All Life on Earth? Normally, they wouldn't be, but 3000 years ago, the majority of Human life did a colossal dump on the Amazons. And when they needed help, they got it in the form of SzelAnya and her dual-sex followers. I seriously doubt they told the Amazons their purpose was to resurrect SzelAnya's daddy. I imagine the Amazons didn't pry too much either.It turned out almost to be okay. During the 2nd Betrayal, the Amazons betrayed SzelAnya and almost short-circuited her plans by exterminating her lineage.Except for the Arinniti elders and Bolu. Good old 'except'.I can imagine when the Egyptians heard about the 2nd Betrayal, they figured they were 'okay'. Those wacky Amazons had inadvertently done the world a favor. Except an act of maternal love kept a slender hope of Illuyankamunus' return alive. By the time the Egyptians realized they'd been prematurely hopeful, Bolu's descendants were all over the Balkans and hunting them down had proven difficult.But, it gets worse. Much worse.When those Gods shattered Illuyankamunus, they scattered him in the relative certainty no one would ever gather the parts back together.His flesh was scattered across the land, modern day Turkey, but encompassing everything from Pakistan to Italy and Egypt to Poland. The flesh became soil, then plants, the things that eat plants, then food for humans. Get the picture.Whoops. SzelAnya had been doing just that for centuries upon centuries every time she mated with a mortal of Illuyankamunus' line and had offspring, they accumulated his energy, which made hunting down the few remaining ones easier to find, since they were 'beacons of badness', except...There were two key pieces missing which SzelAnya could never get. After all, you would think burying them on the far side of the world would matter, right?The 'breath of Illuyankamunus' ~ his cosmic fire ~ they buried in a volcano in a distant land far across the Great Sea. His spirit 'body' they imprisoned in a great river, again, across the Great Sea.But wait, it gets worse.The being standing next to me knew precisely where the 'breath of Illuyankamunus' was. Seems Mesoamerica is laced with volcanos. They'd discovered 'the breath' long ago and used it as a weapon called Xiuhcoatl. Better yet, Alal suspected she and her buddies were more than happy to reunite it with the rest if they thought the Weave itself wouldn't annihilate them for daring to do so.In their current, weakened state they were vulnerable to such a karmic backlash. In theory, a reborn Illuyankamunus would have access to power beyond the bounds of the Weave, older and more terrifying. Still, without the mortal remains to anchor the energy, giving it to the spirit would be pointless.Alal knew where the spirit body was (in general), but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was where it was,Of all the places the Arinniti sons could have fled to, they had to choose Brazil, the burial place of the restive spirit body of Illuyankamunus. Mother-fucker.And Ildiko 'Alkonyka' aka Dusk Lovasz had sworn she'd travel to Brazil to fulfill Bolu's side of the quest in the same way I was holding up Vranus' end. If I tried to stop her, SzelAnya would know something was up. Fuck.I was processing all of this when Obsidian violently yanked me out of the way. A cabby had swerved to avoid a flurry of trash and nearly run over us. It was the third near-concussive experience in the past five minutes she'd help me avoid while she had walked by my side. I'd been mumbling like a madman."That would be my Goddess wanting to talk with me," I looked her way."I know," she gave me a clever smile."She's really not going to like that," I shook my head."I know that too," she kept smiling. "Where is your mind?""Five lives away from making the world a safer place," I sighed."Safer for who?" she purred. Where were all the bimbos? Not only was it an insightful question, it cut straight to the heart of my dilemma.What decision could I make? If I elected to help my fellow Amazons, I risked screwing with the world. In truth, I was risking everything even if I did nothing. Well Dad was always clear that things didn't change by themselves. You needed to do something that would have an effect. So, 'What are you going to do?'More to the point, I wasn't Grandad. Killing the last five of the line of Illuyankamunus wasn't 'me', so it wasn't going to be something I'd worry about.SzelAnya wanted to bring back her Dad, I could understand that. I'd have to figure out a way for her to believe this world sticking around was more important. How? Well, I had a goddess-like creature right in front of me to probe for ideas."You are an immortal," Obsidian commented. She'd been weighing her opinion for some time. I could tell by the wonderment with which she gifted each word."What? No. I can die.""No. I don't think so. Your wounds. Normally the wounds I inflict flow freely for some time. Yours have already scabbed over," her eyes flickered to the various minor scars she'd imparted to me in the few hours we'd been together.Of course, her idea was insane, Oh God No! I was in Grandad's body. Well Duh! His body was supposed to be immortal."Are you sure?" I looked deep into her eyes."You are a young immortal, the youngest I've ever met, but you are an immortal," she seemed to be convincing herself as much as me.Stupid Assumption (on my part)! I wasn't in Alal's body. I was in Cáel's. Because the Cáel soul shard was young, Alal hadn't been able to find it because it had moved through Time, to me, sonofabitch! 'I' hadn't been around for him to find. No! I was making yet another damn assumption.What did I know? When Pamela found Baraqu, it had been in an object, not a person, though she had been short on details. When the Alal-shard went to the Land of the Endless Black Sands to bring Saku back, the Cáel-shard had been in reality, so it had been allowed to create a body, 'me'. Still, the curse Sarrat Irkalli placed on Baraqu was on Alal and myself as well, which meant I might just be immortal.My Alal-mind agreed with Obsidian's assessment. In his first years, his healing had been slow, still taking days for what took mortal people weeks. I'd stupidly attributed my swift recovery to Amazon medicines, ugh. Because I got wounded more than most Security Detail trainees while concurrently entertaining two and three sex partners."Can you talk with Dot Ishara?" I asked her."Yes, but why would I?""Sex?""We are going to have sex anyway," she smiled. I'd tricked her. Set her up with the right so I could now drop her with the left."I can bring the mbo  tat  back to life," I pledged. That was not what she was expecting at all. "If you bring the Xiuhcoatl, I can bring the flesh and we can unite the three." Mbo  tat  was the Tupi name for the legendary 'fiery serpent' of the Amazon Basin. In Portuguese, it had become Boi-tat , a will-o-wisp with a confused, Christianized mythology ~ a serpent dwelling in darkness, devouring the eyes of corpses, glowing in the forests at night."Where is the flesh?" she whispered."In his mortal children," I replied."Who?""You are a monster, Ītzpāpālōtl. I'm not going to tell you and you don't have the time to drag the information out of my mind before my allies drop on you like a nuclear detonation," I drew my body tightly to her."Why would the Amazons do this?""They are not. This is a deal between you and me," I kissed her lips. I pulled back. A few seconds later she kissed me back."Why?""My grandfather had my father murdered and I would avenge him. In the end, despite my father's Amazon heritage, my 'Sisters' will let his death go unavenged for the greater good of the Host. He was a man and they will never look beyond that ~ they will never value his life as they would that of a woman.""Your mother's father?""Yes. Cáel O'Shea of the Illuminati.""We are not at war with the Illuminati," she murmured. It was a casual observation, not a protest."You are at war with Cáel O'Shea.""He was slain.""He didn't stay dead.""You know much more than you are saying," she was finally catching on."Absolutely.""I need much more than a few names to convince my kin to help," she purred, a cocktail of sexual immersion and flesh-flaying pain."I don't work for you. You are agreeing to work for me," I was hard as iron in more than one way. Why? Boundaries. She lived in a world where only the fundamentals of reality constrained her. Having a human, no matter how polished my pedigree, or how much I might appear to be 'special', tell her 'you are not the boss' in a reasonable fashion was new and very unwelcome."What would make you think that?""My mentor taught me knowledge is a curse. It is our inability to forget, and I can see into your soul, Ītzpāpālōtl. You care not one wit for the life of an assassin. But the thought of the other 'Factors' of the 9 Clans treating you as an equal galls you almost as much as the crushing reality that you need them."You have lived 500 years in chains and I'm offering you a desperate grab at freedom," I added."Your brief glimpse of immortality gives you no insight into my existence," she bristled."Oh, how many have given up? How many have decided the fight was no longer worth it and faded from the Sunlight to make their final trip into the Underworld, never to return? Do you even visit them?" I spoke with a voice tinged with compassion and loss. I pulled upon the pitiless, blank memories of a childless Alal all those centuries and imprinted on them my own fears of fatherhood and failure."How do you know so much?" she let her fa ade crack, then blow away, in the hollowness of her own sorrow. How could I pity such a monster? I could because I was me and I wouldn't surrender that to the barbaric past and most likely horrific future. I pulled her close, resting my chin on the top of her head."You are not the first, wonderful, very bright woman who has stepped into my life, Obsidian," I whispered. "You are not even the first divinity. For all the millions of differences enforced by power and time, I think love, hate and the conflict between the two wear upon us all. If anything, you face an endless parade of hope and misery. Even if you chose to ignore it, you have seen it and perhaps it leaves its marks ~ water scarring the rocks of a riverbed."We paused. I was able to peripherally scan about and realize we'd made it to Central Park ~ the Ramble and off the beaten path."Your Goddess is a fool for not keeping you closer," she murmured."She does keep me close. You have been actively keeping me from her," I reminded my guest. "She also plays by the rules, so is of limited help in my plans for vengeance."Translation: I could enlist Ītzpāpālōtl's aid while still remaining loyal to my matron Goddess. Ishara could not provide what I needed and my Amazons wouldn't agree with my scheme, so I needed her. Three hours ago, she wouldn't have considered me a worthy supplicant, much less an allied equal, yet here she was conspiring with me to shake the foundations of Creation.Personally, I was thanking Mamitu, Destiny. Had I not been having my worst Sunday ever when we first crossed paths and then acted like a total cockhead, pissed her off and led her to holding Sarrat Irkalli's dagger, thus putting her life in my hands, and not had Timothy as a best friend, I wouldn't have taken her to the movie, and my mind wouldn't have wandered down those dark corridors of Alal's memories to piece things together.Whatever itinerary Obsidian had approached me with, my abrasive behavior had forced her to it cast aside. Dagger, movie, revelations, I was now so much more in her eyes than she had envisioned."Share my need and share with me an ounce of your sorrow," I murmured to her as I gently curled my fingers in her hair and directed her head up until she faced me."The dagger," she rumbled. While she was stroking my hard-on, I knew she was using it as a double meaning."I was pinned to an onyx sacrificial table," I began my tale. We worked off pants to mid-thigh then 'got busy'. Penetration was only going to be possible by turning her around. Ground-breaking was her ready acceptance of my instruction. I leaned against a tree, then pulled her onto my lap. She guided my phallus home.One locomotion and I sunk in deep. It was warm molasses until I hit and pressed against her cervix. For a second Obsidian trembled, then her muscles clamped down tightly, gripping my manhood firmly in a vise, keeping me still."Ah," I groaned. Obsidian had her neck twisted, so we were kissing with eye contact as I described my adventures with the Gong tau sorcerers. She shot me a quick twinkle of delight, a connection. She'd relayed physical pleasure in the way I was giving her cerebral gratification, aka hope.I rolled up her shirt, and gave both nipples a brutal tweak in response. She gasped. I was applying a little 'rough' with my tender intercourse. She rolled her tush against my groin, an invitation to double-down on my nipple-play. I kept my left hand working over each tit while working my fingernails down her abdomen. As I described the terror in old Tsu's face as he shouted out 'M iyǒu! (Mandarin for 'No!') as he recognized too late the curse he was invoking. She relished the visual of the Han necromancer's terror.'Me' smacking two fingers down on her clit earned me a squeal and a small gush of fluids on my nut-sack. Her look of astonishment was something I'd always cherish. Before me, sex was something she demanded from her followers/victims and definitely orchestrated. Her partners being fearful/worshipful must have limited their initiative."A-a-a-ah, we are being observed," she groaned, her lips less than an inch from mine. It took me a second."Which direction?" I kept pumping her, strumming her clit and treating her tit like taffy on a hot Coney Island summer afternoon. Her hooded eyes flickered to our right. I gave it ten seconds. I had to get Obsidian refocused on what I was going to do to her next, in case this was innocent voyeurism. Nope. It was Chaz.Why Chaz? See, I'm an idiot. My cryptic warning to Timothy for Pamela had been good for all of one minute. He'd called her and she'd gathered what she could and come looking for me.Why was she concerned? I was babbling to Timothy then wandering off with a 'beyond-freaky' chick I had just met named 'Obsidian' who came my way courtesy of another chick with the name of Estere.Let me see, Estere was Hashashin and for Timothy to describe someone in my life as 'beyond freaky' was bad news. Timothy was seriously worried about me and Timothy was an emotional rock ~ he didn't panic. Lest we forget, I was in a federal taskforce. A quick peek into New York traffic cameras revealed me and Obsidian wandering into Central Park from the south, so in the rescue party went, splitting up and Chaz 'lucked-out'.I still had two, no, three problems. I was really enjoying my sexual excursion with Obsidian and she was seeming to truly enjoy her experience with me. Oh, and Central Park is big, Pamela had been pressed for people, so she had pressed some unlikely participants into my rescue party."He's," smooch, "my brother, by adoption," I headed off the whole idea she'd been briefed on me already."Visual, Peacekeeper Six, OS2, L-11," Chaz muttered into his headset before taking up a casual stance on the path overlooking our trysting spot. Sex with an audience didn't bother her, so, we worked out as much action from twist, turns and two inches of in-and-out motions (she liked to keep our bodies tight) as we could. Obsidian was humming along in no time. Her vaginal walls were undulating, wearing away at my self-control.Panting, not from us,"Is he o, are they, who is she?" huffed and puffed a trio of voices from Chaz's locale. Oh. Pamela had recruited my 'Hounds'.I accidently (from a timing perspective) took that moment to grind my nails into her left nipple, pinched her clit and hammered her as hard as I could. Obsidian howled. Her vocalization exited the human realm in a cataclysmic manner.The noise scared avians a mile away into terrorized flight. Cats hissed, then raced for cover. Dogs tucked tail and ran. Streetlights a hundred yards away shattered in sprays of glass. Better yet, for the entertainment of my viewing public, she lashed out with her right hand at the closest Black Cherry sapling, exploding it into a mist of sap and pulverizing the bark and wood fiber into pulp.On the downside, her cervix gave my balls an ultimatum ~ release my seed at once, or she was going to twist off my head. My cock and balls have a long history of making decisions without me. I began lavishing her. Before I finally got the feeling I was out of the danger zone. She was back to rubbing against me and purring in blissful satisfaction."Onun g zleri," whispered Belgin, one of the Turks. 'Her eyes'?"Cáel, are you aware of the alternative nature of your liaison?" Chaz coolly cautioned me. Translation: 'mate, do you know you have your cock in a demon?'"Yeah," I coughed. I had a face full of her hair. I was working on some post-coital nuzzling along with slowly helping her get her pants back up."Ininzqueoccehpa," she hummed to me, ignoring our gathering. That was 'let's do this again'."Tehuatlcochitlehua," I replied with some fondness. She studied me for a second before deciding my term was one of endearment, thus 'you are what dreams are made of', not 'nightmares'.Obsidian had another issue to deal with. Timothy would call it a righteous cocking. Whatever it was, her hold on her human mein had slipped and her inhumanity was slipping through, mainly in her glass-like, black, multi-facetted eyes and her fingers which now ended in molten obsidian talons. On the subconscious level, her predatory nature was setting everyone close-by on edge. I could also make out the high pitched, ultrasonic pipping of her chiropteran cries ~ purpose unknown.Obsidian made her way off farther into the underbrush leaving me a few precious seconds to appreciate her retreating posterior while holstering my equipment. More people were arriving. I had one more thing to take care of before, oh look, Nikita had brought her Mom along, the NYPD Sergeant."Chaz, I need to have a quick chat with Dot before I can explain things. She's been waiting and that's unwise," I looked to the Brit. He nodded."Cáel? Mr. Nyilas? Prince?" all came my way. I relaxed as best I could. Chaz went to a body blow to stagger me, then an epic upper cut to send me to Lullaby Land.Dot & the DragonessDot and SzelAnya, in dragon form, were waiting as I tumbled forward. By the state of my haziness, I knew my unconsciousness wouldn't last long."You gave her your seed," came the accusation."Yes," I staggered, "and now you should be able to track her," I pointed out the bonus part of the arrangement. No comment."I've got to make this quick, SzelAnya, I've found your father, geographically speaking," I dropped the bomb."Don't," Dot Ishara commanded. After all, she and her divine cohorts had done the killing and corpse-dividing eons ago. Undoubtedly, they'd executed their own oaths to one another to 'never reveal what they had done' as well."Too late," I shook my head. SzelAnya's attention was magnetized. "I owe you and I'm paying my debts. I'm not blind to the dangers, believe me.""You have no idea what power you are invoking," Dot's undercurrent of displeasure was the worst I'd experienced."Wrong. I've got thousands of years of Alal boiling around in my head, Plus the rest of you betrayed her 2600 years ago. It doesn't mean I have to. And now, given the chance, I'm not. Even if you kill me, she's got enough toBack in the Ramble"Really expect me to believe," Nikita's mom was growling."Man down," I waved a weak arm skyward."Mr. Nyilas, what is going on here?" the Sergeant addressed me. I was reclining in a circle of my 'Hounds'; most were kneeling. Chaz was in a tiny bit of trouble for having clocked me."Umm, thanks for coming out and looking for me. I assure you, Mr. Tomorrow did what he did as a matter of his professional duties ~ intelligence gathering." As I struggled to stand, my ladies helped me. I saw Pamela with three Hounds coming up fast from one direction and Virginia with three more coming from the other. The gang was all here.The mutterings in non-English tongues suggested a bit of explaining was already going on."You've been bleeding," Nikita pointed out with an unspoken 'again'."This?" I pulled my shirt out and looked at the first bloodstain of my encounter. "This is the just the start of the bad news." I shed my windbreaker and then t-shirt.The professionals shouldered aside the others to take a closer look."All of these are from noon and less than an hour ago," I identified the damage. Sarge was skeptical. Chaz, Nikita and Virginia less so."They look older," the senior lawman noted."I've been curious about that," Chaz frowned."I've inherited my Grandfather's curse. My soul fragment was in the 'Here and Now' twenty-three years ago while his was, 'over there', so I was allowed to come into creation. According to my recently departed guest,""You are immortal," Virginia mumbled to finish the thought. Had the speaker not been a member of the FBI, who knows how the thought would have been received."From the memories I've been gifted with," I tapped the tiny divot on my forehead, "his healing abilities started out rather slowly too. I certainly don't want to test this theory, so no worries there," I scanned the group."How do you explain seeing your Grandfather in Hungary and again in Rome?" Virginia wondered."Again, that woman who just left," I got out."Was no woman," Nuray, another one of my Turkish Hounds interrupted. "Her eyes..." she tried to explain, "and look what she did to that tree," she pointed to the greatest piece of evidence of supernatural wrongdoing. The other two witnesses nodded."We all saw the same thing. Her eyes were, bottomless, definitely not human," Belgin affirmed. The veteran players looked to Chaz."She had a collapsed nose-bridge, lacked a blink response, her dental work was carnivorous and her tongue was extremely clipped and showed prehensile qualities," he reported calmly. Pause. Chaz was a freaking intelligence operative, after all."If her hands were a type of glove weaponry, I've never seen it s like before. While I know it is possible for a human to exert the force-pounds necessary to snap a two inch diameter tree trunk in one blow, it is a rare skill and requires intense discipline. This appeared to be done spontaneously, without preparation of any kind and as a reaction to other stimuli," he added."It was also your assessment he needed to be knocked unconscious?" Nikita's mom countered."Mr. Nyilas' psychological constructs are something the whole team has to work around. At times, he seeks 'insight' from his mind in a deliberately unconscious/non-sleep state," he replied."He claims to be talking with spirit powers. I know when he returns to consciousness, he delivers useful intelligence. I'm not a psychologist, psychiatrist, or psychic. I don't know why his mind functions that way. I do know results. And I know I work with people who would achieve those results by other means if it were at all possible. Since we haven't found another method, we accept that from tim

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Din 18 septembrie, lungmetrajul documentar „Vis. Viață”, regizat de Ruxandra Gubernat, a intrat în cinematografe. Filmul, produsul unui efort îndrăzneț timp de patru ani, prezintă realitățile, aspirațiile și provocările tinerilor din Generația Z. Vorbim despre adevar, indiferent cât de inconfortabil ar fi, invitate în RFI360, Ruxandra Gubernat si Una Toma. "Vis. Viață" este un documentar observațional care urmărește viața a patru adolescenți pe parcursul tranziției de la copilărie la maturitate. Regizoarea Ruxandra Gubernat, cu experiență în proiecte sociale și cinematografice de impact, reușește să surprindă cu empatie și profunditate conflictele lor interioare și exterioare, între presiunile societale și dorințele lor intime. Proiectul a început cu o dorință de a examina modul în care tinerii de astăzi percep lumea înconjurătoare și cum își construiesc identitatea într-o societate care se schimbă în fiecare zi. Filmările au durat patru ani și au reușit să arate evoluția personajelor principale într-un mod autentic. „Am simțit că miza e cea mai mare la adolescenți. Mi se pare – de fapt, nu doar că mi se pare, e o certitudine că incertitudinile cresc exponențial pentru ei, că nu mai au nici măcar stabilitatea nesigură pe care o avem noi, millenialii, și că provocările vin din toate direcțiile: derivă socială, insecuritate materială, sănătate mintală, droguri și multe altele. Mai mult de-atât, deși mi s-a mai spus “ah, not another teenage movie”, nu știu niciun documentar românesc care să meargă acolo, printre ei, să vadă cum e viața de adolescent de la nivelul lor, nu top-down, nu ce ne imaginăm noi, din afară, că se întâmplă cu ei. Și mi-am dorit să fac asta. Să trăim un timp împreună. Și am avut norocul că m-au lăsat să exist lângă ei.” spune Ruxandra Gubernat într-un interviu. "Vis. Viață" a fost inclus în selecția oficială a Festivalul Internațional de Film Documentar și Drepturile Omului One World Romania, a Festivalului internațional de film documentar Astra Film și a Festivalului Internațional de Film Documentar pentru Schimbare Socială Moldox. 

Biserica Muntele Sionului, Baia Mare - mesaj de încurajare și zidire spirituală, rostit de pastorul Nelu Filip, în data de 25 august 2024.

Ascultați un cuvânt scurt și surprinzător al IPS Athanasie de Limassol în care acesta povestește cum a cunoscut un copil care a făcut minuni.Vizionare plăcută!Pentru Pomelnice și Donații accesați: https://www.chilieathonita.ro/pomelnice-si-donatii/Pentru mai multe articole (texte, traduceri, podcasturi) vedeți https://www.chilieathonita.ro/

Dans ce nouvel épisode des Kesako RSE, avec Claire Nayme, nous abordons la mise en place d'une gouvernance RSE efficace. Au de la de la sensibilisation et de la formation les parties prenantes internes, il est crucial d'identifier et de structurer une gouvernance projet adaptée. Nous discutons de l'importance des groupes de travail par Business Unit ou service et de la formation d'un comité de pilotage (COPIL) RSE, qui inclut des dirigeants et des représentants des employés. La désignation d'un responsable de la démarche RSE est essentielle, qu'il s'agisse d'une nouvelle nomination ou d'un rôle existant, comme celui du directeur qualité.La règle des deux pizzas, popularisée par Amazon, est citée pour illustrer l'importance de garder les équipes petites et maniables, favorisant ainsi une collaboration plus efficace et une prise de décision plus rapide. Enfin, nous mettons en lumière comment la gouvernance RSE doit évoluer : de la disparition des groupes de travail après la livraison des livrables à la pérennité du COPIL, garantissant le suivi continu et l'intégration de la RSE dans la gestion quotidienne de l'entreprise. Cet épisode vous prépare également à la prochaine étape cruciale : le diagnostic RSE, jetant les bases pour des améliorations continues et un impact durable.

Poliţia de Frontieră vine cu unele precizări legate de ieşirea din România cu un copil, având în vedere că se apropie vacanţa de vară şi în această perioadă tot mai mulţi părinţi călătoresc împreună cu copiii în afara ţării. În acest an, poliţiştii de frontieră au întrerupt călătoria pentru aproximativ 880 de cetăţeni români minori din cauză că părinţii sau însoţitorii nu deţineau documentele necesare.

Ne-am plimbat cu mama (Violeta Balan) prin satul Negureni și am discutat despre anii copilăriei, relația ambivalentă cu părinții, cum aproape a devenit actriță, experiențele în muzică, școala de jurnalism, producțiile la radio ș.a. ▶LINKURI RELEVANTE: – Videoul original: https://youtu.be/UJ11fUUSXQc?si=gsh-4-6EJ5IJ_HWc ▶DISCORD: – Comunitatea amatorilor de filosofie și literatură: https://discord.gg/meditatii ▶DIALOGURI FILOSOFICE: – Română: https://soundcloud.com/meditatii/sets/dialoguri-pe-discord – Engleză: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLLnaYpeWGNO8IdPaNYNkbJjNJeXrNHSaV ▶PODCAST INFO: – Website: https://podcastmeditatii.com – Newsletter: https://podcastmeditatii.com/aboneaza – YouTube: https://youtube.com/c/meditatii – Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/meditatii/id1434369028 – Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/1tBwmTZQHKaoXkDQjOWihm – RSS: https://feeds.soundcloud.com/users/soundcloud:users:373963613/sounds.rss ▶SUSȚINE-MĂ: – Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/meditatii – PayPal: https://paypal.me/meditatii ▶TWITCH: – LIVE: https://www.twitch.tv/meditatii – Rezumate: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCK204s-jdiStZ5FoUm63Nig ▶SOCIAL MEDIA: – Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/meditatii.podcast – TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@meditatii.podcast – Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/meditatii.podcast – Goodreads: https://goodreads.com/avasilachi – Telegram (jurnal): https://t.me/andreivasilachi – Telegram (chat): https://t.me/podcastmeditatii ▶EMAIL: andrei@podcastmeditatii.com ▶CRONOLOGIE: 0:00 – Copilăria la sat 11:25 – Anii 1940' și foametea 15:07 – Relația cu mama (bunica Elena); perfecționismul 17:16 – Muzica și Taraful satului 18:58 – Fotografii, conversație cu părinții 21:45 – Talentele artistice și visuri spulberate 37:19 – Conversație cu părinții - continuare 43:29 – Relația cu tata (bunelul Gheorghe) 47:50 – Dificultățile mamei ca profesoare 49:06 – Străbunica și bunica (mâca Pașa) 54:30 – "Încercarea mea permanentă de a fi perfectă" 58:52 – Primile amintiri când a devenit mamă 1:04:12 – Fratele Viorel 1:08:13 – Călătoria alături de Cernobîl 1:14:05 – “Ciocana din om n-o scoți” 1:15:32 – Tata povestitorul (bunelul Gheorghe) 1:17:54 – O istorie are mai multe versiuni 1:19:34 – Prima memorie a mamei 1:23:15 – Câinele-lup Caștan 1:29:50 – Strănutările bunelului 1:31:27 – Radio HIT FM, primele producții originale 1:38:22 – Conflictele cu părinții, șotiile din copilărie 1:49:22 – Negureni vs. Chițcani 1:50:05 – Jurnalism la Radioul Național; magnetofoane cu bobine 1:56:45 – Eternitatea s-a născut la sat 1:59:24 – Generația schimbărilor constante; Căderea URSS 2:01:12 – Studenție, jurnalism și persecuții politice 2:04:19 – Jurnale vs. Social media 2:07:11 – Cenzura sovietică 2:08:57 – Negureni, fost colhoz milionar 2:12:51 – Excursiile pionerești cu vaporul 2:15:17 – Ghiolul 2:21:49 – ASMR țărănesc 2:22:33 – Școala mare din Negureni 2:25:40 – Lectura din copilărie 2:30:19 – Fericirea și lipsa de opțiuni 2:32:07 – Cerul la sat 2:33:28 – „Dorul de cea care am fost” 2:35:03 – Peripețiile cu bostanii de Halloween 2:37:49 – Colecția de vinyluri a mamei 2:41:36 – Cum a învățat să cânte la chitară 2:43:31 – „Eu îți promit că o să mă strădui să trăiesc cât mai mult posibil” 2:47:48 – „Eu vreau să-i văd pe părinții mei tineri” 2:50:17 – „Unde-s eu?” 2:52:57 – Accentul moldovenesc și complexul de inferioritate 2:54:56 – Sacrificiile mamelor din Moldova 2:56:05 – Rolurile sociale rigide 2:59:42 – Jena moldovenilor de a fi ei înșiși 3:07:48 – E timpul...

00:00 Introducere - George Buhnici prezintă invitata specială, Nicola Tibacu, prima femeie general a României, cu ocazia aniversării a 90 de ani.01:09 Copilăria și tinerețea - Nicola Tibacu povestește despre originile sale și sacrificiile făcute de părinți pentru a-i asigura educația.06:08 Lupta pentru educație - Detalii despre obstacolele întâmpinate din cauza "originii nesănătoase" și despre ajutorul primit pentru a urma liceul și facultatea.12:33 Debutul ca avocat - Începuturile carierei în avocatură în 1961 și provocările financiare care au determinat-o să se angajeze la Ministerul de Interne.16:17 Angajarea la Ministerul de Interne - Contextul politic al epocii și procesul de angajare în Minister.22:33 Experiența la Direcția de Cercetări Penale - Cazurile investigate și confruntarea cu nedreptățile sistemului comunist.33:40 Promovarea femeilor în Minister - Inițiativele de promovare a femeilor în funcții de conducere și numirea Nicolei Tibacu ca locțiitor director.36:10 Revoluția din 1989 - Situația tensionată de la Evidența Populației în timpul evenimentelor din decembrie '89.46:44 Revoluție sau lovitură de stat? - Opinii despre natura reală a evenimentelor din '89 și schimbările de după Revoluție.48:58 Numirea ca șef al Direcției Evidența Populației - Preluarea conducerii direcției în contextul post-revoluționar.  54:38 Proiectul de informatizare - Lansarea unui proiect ambițios de digitalizare a evidenței populației în anii '90.59:14 Trecerea în rezervă - Blocarea finalizării proiectului și trecerea forțată în rezervă în 1994.1:05:31 Revenirea în Minister - Colaborarea cu ministrul Dudu Ionescu pe tema informatizării, după pensionare.1:10:26 Birocrația și disfuncționalitățile sistemului - Observații despre persistența problemelor și nevoia de reformă.1:15:31 Acordarea gradului de general - Recunoașterea meritelor prin acordarea gradului de general în rezervă.1:17:17 Impactul experiențelor de viață - Reflecții despre lecțiile învățate și mulțumirea pentru realizări, în pofida greutăților.1:21:23 Originea discriminării - Discuție despre rădăcinile discriminării și rolul educației în combaterea acesteia.1:23:30 Depășirea misoginismului - Speranța că prin exemplul femeilor de succes, misoginismul va dispărea în timp.1:25:26 Implicarea în acțiuni caritabile - Activități curente de sprijinire a persoanelor defavorizate.1:26:15 Schimb de mulțumiri - Aprecieri și recunoștință reciprocă între Nicola Tibacu și George Buhnici.1:28:10 Digitalizare și probleme actuale - Discuții despre stadiul informatizării și deficiențele sistemului actual.1:41:15 Potențialul nevalorificat - Observații despre resursele umane remarcabile, insuficient valorificate în țară.1:51:07 Educația contra discriminării - Identificarea educației ca soluție pe termen lung împotriva discriminării.1:54:50 Mesaj final - Nicola Tibacu transmite recunoștință pentru oportunitatea de a-și împărtăși povestea.2:00:16 Încheiere - Sinteză, mulțumiri și încurajarea ascultătorilor de a distribui acest interviu inspirațional.

SELLY: JUNIORUL ȘI SENIORUL, MILIONAR ÎN PREZENT, COPIL FERICIT ȘI SIGUR PE EL ÎN TRECUT #154

Aceasta este partea a 2-a a poveștii Lidiei Blaga. Prima parte o poți asculta aici - Lidia Blaga este o femeie puternică, dar care a învățat reziliența și credința în mijlocul unei încercări de foc, a unui doliu atipic și greu de înțeles pentru mulți din afară. Lidia și-a pierdut soțul și unicul copil în circumstanțe greu de înțeles, în care poliția și rezultatele anchetei spun un lucru, rezultatele autopsiei altceva, iar inima ei simte cu totul și cu totul altfel. A fost nevoită să-și reprime durere, să-și amâne jalea și doliul, pentru că presiunea presei era prea puternică și nu risca să se arate prea copleșită de emoții în fața lumii. Totuși, la 10 ani de la tragedie, Lidia reușește să vorbească cu un nod în gât, dar cu zâmbetul pe buze despre cei doi iubiți ai ei care i-au făcut viața mai frumoasă. Procesul de vindecare este început, dar nu finalizat. Durerea mută rămâne veșnic acolo, doar că acum o putem auzi și simți cu ea. Este o poveste zguduitoare și pentru a vă da timp să o procesați, vă las câteva zile până voi publica partea a 2-a. Dați mai departe oricui trece printr-o pierdere, pentru a vedea că Dumnezeu încă poate să aducă vindecare indiferent cât de zdrobit te simți în acest moment. _____ Dacă vrei să fii partenerul meu în crearea episoadelor viitoare o poți face printr-o donație AICI –⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vulnerabil Nu uita să dai FOLLOW dacă asculți pe Spotify, un RATING și un REVIEW dacă asculți ⁠pe Apple Podcasts și SUBSCRIBE dacă asculți pe Youtube. Prin asta contribui la fiecare episod al acestui podcast și mă ajuți să ducem poveștile acestea mai departe. Urmărește-mă și pe rețelele sociale: Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/ramylazar/ Facebook – ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/ramy.scurtu⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Website – ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://ramonalazar.ro⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

Lidia Blaga este o femeie puternică, dar care a învățat reziliența și credința în mijlocul unei încercări de foc, a unui doliu atipic și greu de înțeles pentru mulți din afară. Lidia și-a pierdut soțul și unicul copil în circumstanțe greu de înțeles, în care poliția și rezultatele anchetei spun un lucru, rezultatele autopsiei altceva, iar inima ei simte cu totul și cu totul altfel. A fost nevoită să-și reprime durere, să-și amâne jalea și doliul, pentru că presiunea presei era prea puternică și nu risca să se arate prea copleșită de emoții în fața lumii. Totuși, la 10 ani de la tragedie, Lidia reușește să vorbească cu un nod în gât, dar cu zâmbetul pe buze despre cei doi iubiți ai ei care i-au făcut viața mai frumoasă. Procesul de vindecare este început, dar nu finalizat. Durerea mută rămâne veșnic acolo, doar că acum o putem auzi și simți cu ea. Este o poveste zguduitoare și pentru a vă da timp să o procesați, vă las câteva zile până voi publica partea a 2-a. Dați mai departe oricui trece printr-o pierdere, pentru a vedea că Dumnezeu încă poate să aducă vindecare indiferent cât de zdrobit te simți în acest moment. _____ Dacă vrei să fii partenerul meu în crearea episoadelor viitoare o poți face printr-o donație AICI –⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vulnerabil Nu uita să dai FOLLOW dacă asculți pe Spotify, un RATING și un REVIEW dacă asculți ⁠pe Apple Podcasts și SUBSCRIBE dacă asculți pe Youtube. Prin asta contribui la fiecare episod al acestui podcast și mă ajuți să ducem poveștile acestea mai departe. Urmărește-mă și pe rețelele sociale: Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/ramylazar/ Facebook – ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/ramy.scurtu⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Website – ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://ramonalazar.ro⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

Biserica Lumina Oradea - mesaj de încurajare și zidire spirituală, rostit de pastorul Marius Copil, în data de 7 aprilie 2024.

Biserica nr. 1 Carpați, Cluj - Conferință pentru familii, mesaj de încurajare și zidire spirituală, rostit de pastorul Mihai Dumitrașcu, în data de 2 aprilie 2024.

Biserica Speranța Timișoara - mesaj de încurajare și zidire spirituală, rostit de pastorul Marius Copil, în data de 4 aprilie 2024.

La spectacol "Mie îmi place foarte mult să dansez. Mami spune că este foarte sănătos să faci sport, iar dansul este unul dintre sporturile mele preferate." Veți descoperi povestea unei fetițe minunate, pe nume Oana, care va participa la primul ei spectacol de balet. Însă emoțiile nu îi dau pace. Oare va reuși să treacă peste ele? --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/cufarulcupovesti/message

Isaia 9:6,7 6. Căci un Copil ni S-a născut, un Fiu ni S-a dat, şi domnia va fi pe umărul Lui; Îl vor numi: „Minunat, Sfetnic, Dumnezeu tare, Părintele veşniciilor, Domn al păcii.”7. El va face ca domnia Lui să crească, şi o pace fără sfârşit va da scaunului de domnie al lui David şi […]

Isaia 9:66. Căci un Copil ni S-a născut, un Fiu ni S-a dat, şi domnia va fi pe umărul Lui; Îl vor numi: „Minunat, Sfetnic, Dumnezeu tare, Părintele veşniciilor, Domn al păcii.”

Podcastul “Mai Departe” cu Artur Gurău și Aurelia Fusu-Korotetskaya, psihanalistă și terapeută. Discuție despre beneficiile psihanalizei și problemele pe care poate rezolva, traumele din copilărie și cum pot fi prevenite, inteligența emoțională, relațiile ideale, impactul rețelelor sociale asupra psihicului și psihosomatică.

“Id y ved un nopal salvaje: y allí tranquila veréis un águila que está enhiesta. Allí come, allí se peina las plumas, y con eso quedará contento vuestro corazón: ¡allí está el corazón de Copil que tú fuiste a arrojar allá donde el agua hace giros y más giros! Pero allí donde vino a caer, y habéis visto entre los peñascos, en aquella cueva entre cañas y juncias, ¡del corazón de Cópil ha brotado ese nopal salvaje! ¡Y allí estaremos y allí reinaremos: allí esperaremos y daremos encuentro a toda clase de gentes!” (Crónica Mexicayótl, Alvarado Tezozómoc, c.1598) La religión mesoamericana está tan empañada por el mito como resulta desconocida fuera de las comunidades indígenas, el mundo académico u antropológico. ¿Qué fundamenta la visión religiosa y la cosmogonía de los antiguos mesoamericanos?, ¿Como se realizaban los sacrificios humanos?, ¿Qué se escondía detrás de esta práctica?, ¿Destacaron los mexicas en su realización? Contestamos esta y otras fascinantes preguntas gracias a la doctora Elena Mazzeto y a nuestros compañeros Dante Martínez y Cristián Bautista. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “La Conquista” es el podcast sobre el descubrimiento, conquista y colonización de la América Hispana. Presentado por David Nievas para Bellumartis. https://www.ivoox.com/conquista_bk_list_9703568_1.html Si queréis apoyar a Bellumartis Historia Militar e invitarnos a un café o u una cerveza virtual por nuestro trabajo, podéis visitar nuestro PATREON https://www.patreon.com/bellumartis o en PAYPAL https://www.paypal.me/bellumartis o en BIZUM 656/778/825 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Imagen de cabecera amablemente cedida por Luis Armando Alarcón. Bibliografía recomendada -“Mesoamerican rituals and the solar cycle” de Élodie Dupey García y Elena Mazzeto -”El sacrificio humano entre los aztecas” de Michel Graulich -”El universo de los aztecas” de Jacques Soustelle -”El conejo en la cara de la Luna. Ensayos sobre mitología de la tradición mesoamericana” de Alfredo López Austin Créditos musicales: “Andina” por cortesía de Carlos Carty (CC BY 3.0 Adaptada) https://soundbetter.com/profiles/91984-carlos-carty locución cortesía de Jorge Tejedor "Crusade" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) (Adapted) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ No olvidéis suscribiros al canal, si aún no lo habéis hecho. Si queréis ayudarnos, dadle a “me gusta” (el corazón a la derecha de Ivoox) y también dejadnos comentarios. De esta forma ayudaréis a que los programas sean conocidos por más gente. Y compartidnos con vuestros amigos y conocidos. SIGUENOS EN TODAS LAS REDES SOCIALES ¿Queréis contactar con nosotros? Puedes escribirnos a bellumartispublicidad@hotmail.com como por WHATSAP 656/778/825 Nuestra página principal es: https://bellumartishistoriamilitar.blogspot.com

“Ia mâna de acolo!” “Nu mai alerga” “Nu e voie să te îmbraci cu fustă așa scurtă, ce fetiță ești tu?” “Nu, băiețeii nu se îmbracă în roz!” “Nu mai plânge, ce-ai? Ești fetiță?” “Când eu vorbesc tu să taci!” “Cât stai sub acoperișul meu, faci cum îți spun” Sună cunoscut? Mesajele pe care le primim în mod repetat și în mod apăsat în copilărie instalează filtrele prin care ajungem să ne privim pe noi și pe cei din jur în viața adultă. Ne sculptează sinele și felul în care ne manifestăm în lume încă de la cele mai fragede vârste și rămân cu noi toată viața, fie că ne ajută, fie că nu. De la fetițe care învață să fie agreabile, docile și cuminți sau, din contră, războinice și răzvrătite, la băieței care înțeleg că trebuie să fie raționali, curajoși și, eventual, să bată cu pumnul în masă ca să obțină ce vor. De la deconectare de la corp, la trăit prea mult în minte și intelectualizarea tuturor emoțiilor pe care le experimentăm, toate acestea ne reduc energia vitală și ne lasă cu un sine ciuntit și curatorizat pentru a obține acceptare. Vorbim în acest episod cu Raluca Anton și Adela Moldovan, doctori în psihologie și psihoterapeuți,despre construirea sinelui social, a mesajelor care ne încurajează, dar și cele care ne fragmentează lumea interioară. Acest episod este publicat cu susținerea E.On România.

Biserica Lumina Oradea - mesaj rostit de pastorul Adi Mocan, în data de 11 iunie 2023.

Patrimoniu Personal 01:00 Râdem, glumim, dar, mai ales, suntem sinceri. Într-un exercițiu de umor și onestitate, MIHAI BOBONETE povestește despre episoadele amuzante ale copilăriei, dar și despre părțile întunecate ale maturității. Un interviu de colecție, la rubrica Patrimoniu Personal.Cine ascultă o casă? 28:45 Nu doar pisicile, ci și casele pot avea mai multe vieți. Dacă întâlnesc oamenii care să vadă dincolo de ziduri. Arhitecta IULIA STANCIU ne dezvăluie ce surprize fermecătoare îți poate oferi o restaurare. Aflăm și de ce simplitatea e, de multe ori, cea mai bună soluție pentru intervenția asupra unei clădiri vechi.Rubrică susținută de Ordinul Arhitecților din România din timbrul de arhitectură.

Pentru mine episodul de azi e un mix perfect între artă și știință și o oportunitate de a mă reconecta cu misiunea mea printr-o conversație cu un om fain care are o misiune similară cu a mea.
   Invitata mea este Mirela Oprea, autorul cărții ”Dream Management”. Ea a absolvit facultatea de psihologie și științele educației la UBB, după care și-a pus în cui visul de a fi psihoterapeut. Între timp, a lucrat în organizare protejează drepturile copilului, și-a luat doctoratul în dezvoltare internațională la Universitatea din Bologna, a devenit coach. Iar apoi, la 40 de ani și-a luat inima în dinți și și-a început formarea în psihoterapie. Mirela este pasionată de știința comportamentului uman și a realizării aspirațiilor personale și a însoțit deja peste rola de persoane în călătoria spre visurile lor.   Vorbim deschis despre visuri și aspirații personale, despre felul în care ne stăm în cale când vine vorba de a le realiza, despre părți din noi puse pe hold, despre visul din spatele visului, despre cine sunt oamenii pe care e musai să îi ai alături în călătoria spre aspirațiile tale, dar și despre metoda COPIL care să te ducă aproape de visurile tale. 
   Pe Mirela o găsești pe: - site: https://mirelaoprea.com/ - Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/miru.oprea

Ultimul popstar creat de radiouri în România vine la Mihai Morar și își spune povestea, de la dezamăgirile artistei de 14 ani la frustrările vedetei de astăzi.Primul ei hit, Memories, a apărut acum 10 ani, când Nicole Cherry avea doar 14 ani și a transformat-o, instant, într-un copil vedetă. Însă povestea din spatele melodiei este departe de a fi una roz. Despre cum a trebuit Nicole să își plăteasca libertatea ca să își continue cariera, câți bani a făcut în urma acelei piese și care este marele ei regret afli acum, la Fain & Simplu, cu Mihai Morar.

Câte reguli ar trebui să stabilim pentru copii, pentru ca aceștia dobândească disciplină? Câtă libertate le oferim, astfel încât să învețe să fie autonomi? Unde se termină influența atașamentului copilului față de părinte și unde începe explorarea propriei autenticității a celui mic? Temele despre cum ne creștem copiii sunt, pe cât de importante, pe atât de controversate. Așadar, în episodul de astăzi vorbim cu Alexandra Irod, psihoterapeut, și cu Mihaela Plugărașu, instructor certificat de parenting prin conexiune, pentru a ne adăuga la tolba cu instrumente de parenting câteva care să ne ajute să integrăm mai bine conceptele de atașament și autenticitate. Resurse: 1. Conscious Parenting of Your Toddler, Mihaela Plugărașu, autor și instructor certificat de parenting prin conexiune, carte, 2020 2. A More Beautiful Question, Warren Berger, autor, carte 2014 3. Curious, Ian Leslie, autor, carte, 2014 4. When the Body Says No, Gabor Mate, medic și psihoterapeut, carte, 2003 5. The Power of Showing Up, Tina Payne Bryson & Daniel Siegel, psihoterapeut și neurobiolog interpersonal, carte, 2020 6. Hold On to Your Kids, Gabor Mate & Gordon Neufeld, medic și psihoterapeut, psiholog, carte, 2004