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Durante el sitio de Tarifa en 1294, el infante Don Juan exigió la rendición de la ciudad amenazando con ejecutar al hijo menor de Guzmán si no se entregaba la plaza. Ante el chantaje, Guzmán lanzó su daga al enemigo para que la utilizara contra su propio hijo, declarando que prefería perder a un hijo antes que mancillar su honor. El niño fue sacrificado, y Guzmán resistió la exigencia. En castigo, Don Juan ganó el control militar, pero en el imaginario español Guzmán se convirtió en símbolo de lealtad, sacrificio y valor durante la Reconquista. Y descubre más historias curiosas en el canal National Geographic y en Disney +. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

It is easy to understand a person who is driven by their passions.Your passions take you to your happy place.I have friends who have a passion for sporting events on television. Others have a passion for gambling, and the paripatetic have a passion for traveling to all the far-flung places on this spinning rock we live upon.People who have a passion for achievement live to make things different.Planning and research puts a candle to the wick of some people. They go without sleep and burn bright throughout the night as they gather, collate, and organize information that will set the future on fire.Your scars are the memories of bitter experiences.The pain is gone, but the benefits of those experiences remain. Your scars help you see danger on the horizon.Your scars are the diplomas of lessons you will never forget.It is good to have scars.But wounds… wounds are different.The pain remains and it triggers you to act in ways that everyone notices but no one understands. Sometimes not even you.I have known men whose only passion was to seduce every woman they encountered. Those men like to believe that they are “in love with falling in love.” But when you have known them long enough you will see a knife wound in their chest that has never healed. Way back in the long ago, they had a wife who began sleeping with another man. And ever since that day, they have been trying to become that man.The pain of a wound is a powerful thing. It shouts, “Never again! Never again! Never again!”I don't believe that any of those men have ever figured out why they feel driven to become the living embodiment of the imaginary Don Juan, and I have never felt that it was my place to tell them.Every person is formed by their passions, scars, and wounds. Even imaginary people.All of the famous characters in literature were created from their passions, scars, and wounds.Novelists, playwrights, and screenwriters know this. Ad writers do not. This is why most advertising is dull, dead, and untwitching.When an ad writer is guided by the ambitions, demands, and expectations of their clients, you can expect to hear the glorious trumpets of a ringing call to action. “Come! Come now! Give me your money! Hurry! Hurry! I want your money Today! Today! Today! Act now! Don't delay!”We are not enchanted by these ads.Did it ever occur to you that every successful brand is a character that lives in the mind of the customer?A successful brand is driven by its passions, scars, and wounds.Passion: Why does this brand exist? What is it chasing? What love does it represent?Scars: What does it know? What has it learned? Why can I trust this brand?Wounds: What is this brand trying to erase from the earth?To what does it shout, “Never again! Never again! Never again!”Roy H. Williams

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Casey and Dan discuss the socialist takeover of NYC; Jeffery Epstein's emails get released; Tyler get married; the guys return to Don Juan's palace in VR.

En la segunda conferencia del ciclo sobre el Grand Tour, Andreu Jaume se centra en un viajero concreto y emblemático, George Gordon Byron. En obras clave como Don Juan, donde plasmó su visión de Europa y del Grand Tour, y Las peregrinaciones de Childe Harold, el poema que lo lanzó a la fama y que recoge su primer viaje por el Mediterráneo, veremos cómo Byron describió el panorama de la Europa posnapoleónica y anticipó el mundo moderno. Viajar más allá de Inglaterra, hacia Oriente, supuso para él transgredir las convenciones sociales, sexuales y políticas de su tiempo. Más información de este acto

In this mind-expanding conversation with personal empowerment mentor and shamanic dreaming arts teacher Joel Schafer, we dive deep into the Toltec wisdom that redefines what it means to awaken and reclaim our power in a world full of distraction and distortion. Joel shares how ancient shamanic practices, rooted in not doing, recapitulation, and dreaming arts, help us recover the energy and attention lost to modern chaos. We explore how slowing down time, grounding in nature, and dissolving self-importance open portals to heightened perception, intuitive awareness, and true freedom.Joel also sheds light on how unseen forces manipulate our attention through fear and drama, and how to become “unpalatable” to energetic harvesting by mastering presence and sovereignty. We unpack his experiences with cult dynamics, shadow teachers, and the seduction of power—lessons that reveal how even spiritual seekers can lose their way without self-honesty and humor.From lucid dreaming and parallel lives to the pitfalls of false enlightenment, Joel offers a grounded yet mystical roadmap for living impeccably—one rooted in trust, silence, and direct experience rather than ideology. If you've ever wondered how to truly unbind from the collective trance and remember who you are beneath the programming, this episode will leave you rethinking time, power, and the very nature of reality itself.DISCLAIMER: This podcast is for educational purposes only and not intended for diagnosing or treating illnesses. The hosts disclaim responsibility for any adverse effects from using the information presented. Consult your healthcare provider before using referenced products. This podcast may include paid endorsements.THIS SHOW IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY:BEAM MINERALS | Use code LUKE for 20% off your order at lukestorey.com/beam QUANTUM UPGRADE | Get a 15-day free trial with code LUKE15 at lukestorey.com/quantumupgradeJUST THRIVE | Head to lukestorey.com/justthrive and use code LUKE20 to save 20%. EONS | Visit lukestorey.com/eons and use code LUKE20 to save 20%.MORE ABOUT THIS EPISODE:(00:00:00) The Art of Slowing Down Time(00:16:55) The Toltec Path & the Shadows of Power(00:37:55) Inside Cult Dynamics, Power Hooks, & Getting Out(00:50:15) Enlightenment, Don Juan, & the Real Toltec Lineage(01:07:38) Non-Linear Time, Parallel Lives, & Breaking the Illusion(01:21:15) NPCs, Simulation Theory, & Pattern-Breaking Your LifeResources:• Website: joelschafer.com • Instagram: instagram.com/joel.schafer • Facebook: facebook.com/joel.schafer.56 • X: x.com/joelschafer2 • TikTok: tiktok.com/@joelschafer123 • YouTube:

Start Your Transformation Now  In this episode of The Jim Fortin Podcast, Jim continues his transformative “Shaman's Tips for an Amazing 2026” series with Part 3, diving into four more timeless lessons from Don Javier and Don Juan. Through their teachings, Jim reveals how much of what we call “reality” is merely a web of illusions—identities, fears, and appearances we've unconsciously created—and how to transcend them.  He explores the illusion of identity, the toxicity of overthinking, and why reason and rationality can trap us in limitation. Jim also shares how to shift out of appearances and reclaim your awareness as the creator of your experience. And, in true Don Juan fashion, he closes with a blunt reminder: we don't get what we want in life because we're being ridiculous—stuck in self-doubt and fear.  If you're ready to stop being ruled by fear, logic, or other people's expectations, this episode is your invitation to rise above the illusions that keep you small and embrace the truth of who you really are—pure, creative consciousness.  What You'll Discover in This Episode:  Replacing one illusion with another (02:52) Jim explains why most people simply trade one illusionary identity for another—and how to connect instead to the most empowering truth: that you are infinite intelligence.  The toxicity of reason and rationality (12:01) Discover how overthinking, analysis, and constant reasoning can block intuition and spiritual flow—and why true awareness comes from sensing, not thinking.  We are slaves to appearances (21:19) Jim reveals how focusing on appearances—money, health, or status—traps you in limitation, and why awareness of your creative power is the only true freedom.  You don't get what you want because you're ridiculous (31:20) Learn Don Juan's hard-hitting lesson about “ridiculousness”—the self-talk and beliefs that make you doubt your worth, potential, and power.  Reclaiming your divine identity (37:03) Jim summarizes how recognizing yourself as consciousness—the ultimate power in the universe—dissolves fear and transforms how you live, act, and create.  Listen, apply, and enjoy!  Transformational Takeaway  Your reality is built from your attention. When you stop overthinking, stop reacting to appearances, and remember you are infinite intelligence, everything changes. You are not your illusions. You are the creator behind them. Drop the ridiculous stories, trust your higher awareness, and step boldly into 2026 as the conscious, limitless being you truly are.    Let's Connect:  Instagram | Facebook | YouTube | LinkedIn  LIKED THE EPISODE?  If you're the kind of person who likes to help others, then share this with your friends and family. If you have found value, they will too. Please leave a review on Apple Podcasts so we can reach more people.  Listening on Spotify? Please leave a comment below. We would love to hear from you!  With gratitude, Jim 

The Time Riders: Part 1 The Timeless Art of Shagging. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Give A Monkey A Gun. Mark's bedroom interrogation. Mark sat in the chair in his bedroom by his computer desk, trying to look chastised, but he was worried that a tiny hint of an evil smirk was crossing his lips. He hung his head in the hopes it would be less noticeable. Standing in the room with him were two stone-faced men in black suits and dark glasses. They stared at him silently for several minutes before glancing at one another. Finally, the shorter one sighed. "Okay, Mark," he said heavily. "Once more, from the top. I want you to give us as detailed an account of what happened as you possibly can. Leave nothing out." "Everything?" Mark asked quietly. "Everything." "Well, as long as you think you have the time." Mark quipped, sitting up straight and leaning back in his chair somewhat casually. The tall man frowned. "Was that a joke?" "Not a very good one, apparently," Mark muttered. "Stick to the facts," the man said firmly. "We hate jokes." "No kidding," Mark mused, settling in to relay the events he had already explained to them twice that evening. "Alright, let me start at the beginning." "Not funny, young man;” growled the shorter agent. "I found the thing in the park. What did you say it's called?" Mark asked. "A Holmes Field Device." "Right," Mark agreed, nodding. "I found the Holmes Field Device in the large lilac bushes over in Grosvenor Park." "Why were you in the bushes?" interrupted the tall man. Mark gave him a wry look. "I was making a drug deal. I was supplying uranium to Libyan terrorists. I was hiding the body of a transvestite hooker I killed. What does it matter? It's not your worry or jurisdiction, if you're telling me the truth, is it?" "Fair enough," said the shorter agent amicably. "Please proceed, Mark." Mark nodded. "It was really small and compact at first and I didn't know what it was. But it kinda gave off a hum and it almost had a glow, I dunno. I pulled it out of the bushes and over to a secluded area where there was still some light from nearby lamps. Anyway, I must've tripped a catch or something on it, because the thing folded out on itself into what looked like a platform and grew these weird-ass frames with displays and dials and buttons and shit. It was like something out of Star Trek." "I can see how it might appear advanced to you," the shorter agent said, nodding. "To my partner and I, it's rather primitive, but that's not your problem. Please proceed." "Once I was sure that no one was around or likely to come through, I began fiddling around with the dials," Mark continued. "At first I was confused, because it didn't seem to do much, except spit up weird numbers on the analogue screens, but then I thought about it and realized they were dates. They were just; off." "Not off," the shorter man said. "Just dates set by a different calendar, if you will. The Holmes Field Device was developed by Ashleigh Holmes, the younger brother of the more famous Sherlock and Mycroft, but he was perhaps even more brilliant. He modified the Gregorian calendar to account for leap years and Daylight Savings, changed the accounting of seconds, minutes, hours and so on to eliminate the need for such inconsistencies. The Holmes Calendar will be adopted eighty three years in your future, but it is so accurate that it won't need to be modified until the year 12,645 AD." "Huh." Mark said in response, not caring much. "Oh, and he also invented the temporal displacement device you found," the man added. "Although it'll be another two hundred and eight years before that comes to light." "Anyways," Mark continued, killing the history lesson. "Once I figured out they were dates and times, I tried setting the time back a few hours. After that, I started pushing some buttons. Things got blurry for just a split second and then the sun was blinding me. I was still alone, but I stepped off and looked around, still in the same spot, but obviously at a different time of day. I looked at the clock on my cellphone and it seemed to have adjusted to say it was six hours earlier, just like I'd set the dials." "Your phone adjusted accordingly. Electronics will do that." "I was really excited to look around but realized I didn't want to be caught and I suddenly thought I should be careful." "What a novel idea," the tall man said dryly. "Go on." "Well, I went back to the Holmes Field thing and set it to take me back to the time I'd come from. And it did. Then I began thinking about what sort of things I might be able to do if I was careful." "And this is where it got interesting, yes?" the shorter agent remarked. Mark explains his connection to Becky. Mark nodded. "Maybe I could change things. Not big things, but little things. It suddenly occurred to me the D that Miss Fischer gave me on my Physics exam earlier in the semester had kept me from getting into the university of choice I'd applied to. So I decided to see if I could fix that somehow;” Mark crept through the bushes under the cover of dark, oddly certain than no one was going to see him. He couldn't explain why, but he felt a confidence that he would not be discovered because he hadn't been there before. It didn't make sense, but maybe that was a good thing. He knew where Miss Fischer lived, he'd seen her pull into the small, stand-alone house in her Rav4 on many occasions. He slipped onto her property through her back yard, instinctively knowing that her rear door would be unlocked. It was already ten o'clock, but there was no school the next day so she was still likely to be up. A stick snapped in the yard one lot ever. His head snapped around to see if he'd been spotted, but he didn't see anything. A dog began barking. Stupid animal scared the shit out of him. He moved quietly across the lawn to the back door, opened it slowly and found himself in a small kitchen. It was dark except for a small night-light and he paused, listening for movement, hearing no one nearby. He stared in bewilderment at the sheer amount of organic cereals and grains that lined the counters around the room, along with fresh fruits and other nutritious snacks. No wonder she always seemed so perky, even if she was shy and retiring. Beyond the kitchen, he could see the living room and small dining room were still lit. He padded across the linoleum floor silently, hearing nothing. He peeked into the dining room and through it into the living room. No one. There was a yoga mat on the floor in front of the long, flat-screen TV. The decor consisted of low tables and beanbag chairs others. Damn, this woman was crunchy. He heard water running upstairs and some off-key singing. He crept up the steps to the second floor, preparing himself for what would no doubt be an awkward situation, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to do this, whether he liked it or not. There was a shower happening and he now recognized Miss Fischer's voice. She seemed to be alone and her vehicle had been standing by itself in the driveway. If she was already showering, she wasn't going out again. Mark approached the bathroom, noticing the door was wide open. He guessed that made sense, since Miss Fischer had told the class more than once that she lived lamentably alone. She took the teasing from her students good-naturedly, but now he could confirm it. She was a bachelorette. She was singing and he could hear the shower water splashing off her body as he hid beside the door. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, calming his nerves before subtly peeking around the door and into the bathroom. There was no tub, just a walk-in shower. His eyes went wide when he realized that her shower stall was composed of fog and steam-proof glass, giving him an almost completely uninterrupted view of the activities within. Except for the droplets of water that trickled down the treated glass panes, he could see his teacher in all her naked glory. Miss Fischer was facing away from him, running her fingers through her long, wet blonde hair, swaying her body back and forth, her amazing ass glistening wetly. He tuned out her rather painful singing of a Beyoncé song and let his gaze travel up and down her womanly form. His heart thundered in his chest, to the place where he was worried she might hear it. Miss Fischer always dressed rather modestly at school and he was shocked to see what a rocking' bod she had. Clearly she hadn't been lying about the yoga and the CrossFit she claimed to do. Her skin was fair, but not pale. Her shapely back tucked into a small waist, which in turn blossomed out into fit hips which were anchored by her amazing ass. Her long legs tapered down to tiny ankles. If he hadn't been so astonished and exhilarated, he would have had a massive hard-on by now. "C'mon, turn around;” he found himself urging her silently. Miss Fischer obliged and Mark thought he might faint. She'd always been pretty, of course, but Mark doubt that anyone at school would have guessed what a sex-pot their Physics teacher was. Where the hell had she been keeping those tits? Did she fucking strap them down? They were large, yet perky. The tiny pink nipples sat atop them proudly, announcing the arrival of their mistress right behind them. Her stomach was flat, but still soft, begging to be kissed. He forced himself to look lower and saw that her cunt was shaved except for the small strip of trimmed hair above. The nether lips were even and not quite plump, but still dismissed any worries of a bony thigh-gap. Her clit hood barely peeked out over the top. "Fucking fuck;” he thought, his mind racing. "Who knew Miss Fischer was so insanely hot?" He watched rapt, utterly forgetting that she might see him if she happened to look his way. The blonde seemed to have no interest in life beyond those glass panes, however, as she caressed her body slowly, making sure she was cleansed of her organic craft shower gel. Her manicured hands glided up and down her lovely body while she closed her eyes, letting the water from the showerhead rinse it away. As Mark watched, she kept her eyes closed but bit her lip gently, one of her hands moving up to slowly and gently caress her tits while the other snaked its way down her stomach and between her legs to begin playing with her cunt. A quiet sigh escaped her mouth and Mark felt his cock rapidly swelling inside his jeans. The teacher pressed her forehead against the glass, her eyes still closed. Her hand massaged her ample tits while the hand between her legs moved up and down slowly, massaging the lips. Mark swallowed and adjusted his cock inside his pants as he watched intently, unable to believe he was being treated to this incredible show. Another moan escaped her lips as she pleasured herself and began pinching one of her nipples. It took all of Mark's willpower to not pull his cock out and begin stroking it on the spot, because he had other plans. Miss Fischer, not so constrained, continued to finger her cunt until she was panting. She stopped suddenly and reached up to pull the detachable showerhead off its arm and brought it down to her body. She hummed as she let the stiff streams beat against her shoulders and then her tits. Mark could see her already hard nipples getting ever harder. She then slowly moved the showerhead down her sensual form, over her trim stomach and between her legs. She let out a loud sigh as the water battered her lips and clit. She turned herself around again, pressing her ass cheeks against the glass while she put the showerhead under her cunt to continually stimulate it. Her cheeks squirmed rhythmically around on the glass pane as she jet-fucked herself. Mark watched in disbelief as one hand came back behind and spread her cheeks to play with her little, puckered knot. Miss Fischer let out a grunt as her middle finger slid inside her ass while the showerhead continued to bombard her cunt with its tiny jets. Mark gripped the front of his pants again, unable to resist, giving himself a squeeze. He sincerely hoped she wouldn't last much longer, because he wasn't sure he would if she kept this up. Fortunately for Mark, his teacher did not seem terribly interested in delaying her reward. The squirming became more pronounced and she groaned as her body began to tremble and then shake. Her finger was working itself in and out of her ass faster and faster while the showerhead was almost crushed to her cunt lips. She let out a gasp and a cry before falling to her knees, her body almost spasming as she came. Mark gritted his teeth as he watched, desperately willing himself to not massage his cock and join her in autoerotic bliss. The restraint would be worth it. He removed his hand and settled for squeezing the doorframe while watching his teacher. Miss Fischer slowly leaned forward until  her head was on the floor, her ass in the air. She moved the shower jets slowly up and down over her molten sex while her finger teased her ring. He listened to her panting and sighing as she started to come down from what was a clearly badly-needed orgasm. Mark couldn't wait much longer or he'd lose his nerve. He quietly stepped into the bathroom and started to head toward the shower. Miss Fischer had finally moved up back into a kneeling position, still facing away from him and taking slow, deep breaths. She then got to her feet and replaced the showerhead back in its arm above her. She rinsed her face and body again before turning off the water. Silently, Mark waited off to the side while she slid open the door and stepped out somewhat awkwardly, trying to get her long, wet hair out of her face. She groped around blindly for several moments and Mark realized she'd forgotten where she put her towel. He handed her a hand towel which she absently took and wiped her face with before pushing her hair back. Mark meanwhile handed her a full-sized body towel. "Thank you, Mark," she said pleasantly. "I'm always; Mark!" This last bit was exclaimed loudly and she slammed herself back against the opposite wall from him, her eyes wide with utter shock. Both towels she'd been holding flew from her grip, leaving her naked and dripping wet. He had no idea why, but he tried to maintain eye contact with her. "Uh; hi, Miss Fischer," he said somewhat awkwardly before swallowing. "Uh; nice shower you've got there." Some of her wits seemed to return and she realized she was standing naked in front of one of her students. She moved her hands about haphazardly, making several comical attempts to cover herself, eyes still wide and mouth agape. "Wha; wha; y; you;” she stammered. "Yeah, I didn't exactly expect to be here either," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "First of all, don't scream or anything. I'm not here to' "Then why are you here, you little pervert?" she hissed, finally regaining control of her vocal chords. "Get the fuck out and I'll possibly consider not calling the police!" "I; can't;” he admitted weakly. She frowned and looked down at his legs, choosing to ignore the rather obvious bulge in the front of his pants. "Your legs work just fine, young man, but I'll tell you what's not going to after I've kicked you there if you don't get out of my house." "No, I;” he began but then realized he didn't quite know how to articulate what he wanted to say. What the hell had he been thinking, doing any of this? He finally bent over and picked up the large body towel she'd lost and handed it to her. "Maybe; I guess you should put this on first;” She snatched it away from him and wrapped it around her body, but if he'd been hoping this made her more amenable to his presence then he'd been wrong. What did happen was her eyes began to blaze with fury as she composed herself. "So help me, Mister Simmons," she growled as she advanced on him menacingly, her near-nudity forgotten. The towel did very little to conceal her buxom figure. "If you don't tell me right this instant what the hell you are doing in my house, watching me take a shower, I'll show you exactly what CrossFit has done for me, along with the jiu-jutsu classes. You'll be wishing I'd called the cops." Mark held up his hands, hoping to calm her. "There's no need for that, teach, I' "Don't call me that off school grounds," she snapped, still moving toward him until it was Mark backed up against the wall. "Ex-plain your-self;” Mark swallowed again, fearing for his well-being. He'd been so much smoother when he thought this over in his head earlier. "You; you failed me on the Physics exam." She paused in her menacing advance for a moment and raised an eyebrow. "Your exam isn't for another two months. Irrelevant. Why are you creeping on me?" "I know it isn't," he said hastily. "But; you're going to fail me." "Then maybe you should be back home studying instead of breaking into my house," she snapped, getting ready to beat him senseless. This wasn't like him, but that was no excuse for endangering her. "Last chance and then it's night-night time with my fist in your brain." Mark squeezed his eyes shut, trying to compose himself. His heart was pounding so hard that he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to get another erection again. "It; I can't explain it if I think you're going to kill me! Please stop threatening to kill me and I'll tell you." She stopped cornering him and paused, looking annoyed and skeptical. "This'd better be good, because you're either going to find yourself punched unconscious by a girl or talking to the cops. Explain and then you get your choice." "It's; actually really good," Mark breathed. "I'm not me. I mean, I'm me, but not the me you know." "A doppelganger?" she asked dryly, not amused. "Lay off the sci-fi and anime, Mark, it's making you too stupid for physics." "No, I;” he paused and took another deep breath. "I'm Mark from this coming up summer." "Oh, you're a time-traveler now, are you?" she mused snidely. "So tell me, since you already know; do I eat your heart or your liver tomorrow with my afternoon salad?" "Look, look;” he said, trying to keep his voice from pissing itself in fear as he reached into his wallet. "Look, here's my new voter ID that I got just after my birthday." He held it out for her to look at. She glanced at it and then up at him, clearly not impressed. "Ya' know, other kids fake their ID's to say they're old enough to drink. This one just says you're now eighteen. No wonder you're failing physics, you can't even fake an ID right." "Uh, no, I;” Mark stammered, frustrated with how badly he was fucking up. "I can't help when I'm from, I'm from three months in the future." "And you're here to tell me I'm secretly pregnant with the man who will lead us to victory over the AI machines?" she sneered. She cracked her knuckles. "It's a pity, you actually were a pretty good-looking kid before I did this to you;” "No," he blurted out. "I came here to convince you to change my grade because the university I wanted to go to rejects me over that grade!" She paused for a moment. "Okay, so why didn't you just study?" He shrugged nervously. "I don't know. I can't do anything about that now. Except like this." Miss Fischer stopped and closed her eyes for a moment. This was the weirdest home invasion and rape she'd ever heard of. "What?" "Maybe; it was stupid of me to fail," Mark said. "But that's my past. I can't change it directly. But I was hoping to come here and convince you to let me pass anyway." "If for some reason I were inclined to believe that you were from the future, which I don't, by the way," she stated. "Why would I change your grade if you don't deserve it? Maybe you shouldn't be going to university next year, maybe you need to, oh, I don't know, quit doing juvenile shit like this and grow the fuck up before you go out into the world?" "Can we; can we talk about this somewhere else?" he asked nervously. "No, I think we're good right here," she said flatly. "You're backed into a corner and can't escape. But if I let you live, clearly you might have a job as a science fiction writer. Tell me more and keep it good." "No, you'll kill me." Mark said, sweating profusely. "I'm definitely going to kill you," she pointed out. "But if your lie amuses me, I might make it quick and painless. Your choice. And go." Mark didn't know if she was kidding or not, but he decided to treat the threat as real. "I; I came here to seduce you and convince you to change my grade." Miss Fischer paused, her eyes widening. She said nothing for several seconds but then mirth creased her pretty features and she began to snicker. Seconds later, she was laughing loudly and uncontrollably. "It's not funny." Mark grumbled, scowling darkly. "Yes, yes it is;” she wheezed, her outrage clearly giving way to utter amusement. "Oh, God; I almost wish this was true. There'd be so much less blood to get out of the grout on my floor;” She stood up and looked at him again, her eyes shining with tears. "So let; let me get this straight; you came here to sex me up so good that I'd give you a passing grade you don't deserve?" She burst out laughing again, leaning against the sink to hold herself up. In spite of his predicament, he noticed her magnificent cleavage down the top of her towel. Miss Fischer seemed to have forgotten. "I was a lot smoother in my plan for all this." he muttered. "Oh, I'm sure you were, Mark," she said almost sympathetically as she looked up at him again, tear stains on her cheeks. She smiled and he couldn't help but notice she was beautiful. He really had no idea of how to proceed, even if the was committed at this point. "So how's your plan working out so far?" "Fairly rotten," he said. "I didn't know where I'd find you when I came in and then I saw you in the shower and just; well, I couldn't help but watch." What he was saying slowly dawned on her and he could see she was getting irate again. "You stood there and watched me masturbate?" she hissed, her eyes flashing. "You little pervert!" "Take it as a compliment!" he said hastily, wincing. "You're really really pretty!" "And this is where you tell all the other boys at school, right?" she growled. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I don't think anyone at school has any idea what sort of a knockout you are, miss. I mean, you dress pretty conservatively. Any of the girls who saw what I just did would be really jealous." "Well, thank you for that, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to creep on me!" she shot back. "Honestly, why am I still letting you live, you little felon? Are you hoping the courts will take it easy on you because you're not eighteen yet?" "I am eighteen," he insisted. "I'll prove it." "You're going to let me cut you open and count the rings?" she asked. "No, I;” Mark began, his mind racing. "Your dresser!" "What?" "Your dresser in your room," he said, nodding. "In the back of the third top drawer, there's hand-written note from you to yourself about tonight. And to prove to yourself that it's true, you wrote down something only you know about yourself." She paused and frowned at him for several seconds before stepping aside and allowing him out of the corner. She pointed out toward the hallway. "March, mister. I'm not letting you out of my sight." Mark exited the bathroom and walked down the hall to one of two bedrooms, which was currently dimly illuminated by a small Himalayan rock-salt lamp. She made him stand in the middle of the room and wait quietly while she began rummaging in the drawer he had mentioned. She seemed to have forgotten she was only wearing a towel or had stopped caring. "You're mother's going to weep at your closed casket funeral after I bite your eyeballs out for staring at my ass." Miss Fischer said as she kept digging around while bent over. Mark coughed and looked away from her ass. She finally stood upright, holding a small envelope she'd withdrawn from the back of the drawer. She frowned as she examined it for several seconds, as if she didn't recognize it. She looked at him again, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You swear you've never been in my house before?" He nodded, placing one hand over his heart and the other in the air. "Never, miss." She considered and then unsealed the envelope, pulling out the single, folded page and began reading. Whatever she red caused her to sit, almost flump very suddenly on the edge of her bed, her eyes wide with disbelief. She looked at him and held the letter up in a trembling hand. "Is this true?" Mark shrugged. "You wrote whatever is in there, I have no idea. The only thing I can tell you that's true is what I already told you, Miss Fischer. I'm Mark from the summer and I've come back in time to convince you to change my grade so I can go to university." She sat on the bed, looking dumbfounded. She said nothing for several seconds, staring off at the far wall blankly. She then looked back at him again and held up the page. "I wrote this. I wrote this after I; after you and I;” He nodded. "I'm assuming you did it to prove all this to yourself." "How is this possible?" she asked, still lost. "How are you even here, if you're from the future and I'm not just bug shit nuts and hallucinating all this?" "I; I have a time machine." Mark replied. "Really," she said, nonplussed, her shock fading rapidly. "Just like that. A kid who can't pass high school physics has a time machine and can operate it." "Well, yeah, that's how I ended up here." Mark reasoned. "Show it to me." "I will," he said, nodding. "But first, I need to make sure you're going to pass me in that exam. Otherwise, all this means nothing." "What, so let you fuck me and give you a passing grade?" she asked, scowling. "Why should I do all the work?" Mark frowned. "First of all, you wouldn't be doing all the work, miss, thank you. Second, it's supposed to happen this way or I wouldn't be here." "Bullshit," she snorted. "For all you know, I sent you home with your dick in your hand and no passing grade." "Then what was written on that paper that shocked you so much?" he countered. Miss Fischer said nothing for several seconds but then looked back up at him. "You're; you're sure you're eighteen right now? Because you aren't eighteen in my class." He nodded. "And you'll show me this time machine," she pressed, desperate to convince herself. "After we;” Mark nodded again. Miss Fischer exhaled heavily. "Give me a moment, this is a lot to take in." "How so?" he asked. She scowled up at him. "I'm about to fuck one of my students who's apparently a time-traveler and trade a passing grade for sex. What do you think is weird about this?" He shrugged. "My whole evening's been weird, miss. I found that thing that turned out to be a time machine, then I' "You just found it today?" she exclaimed. "And the first thing you did was decide to come back and fuck your physics teacher?" "Yeah, I kinda need that grade." Mark admitted. She scowled again. "So you came back in time and the principal reason isn't even to fuck me?" Mark pulled at his face for a moment as he tried to explain. "It's like I said earlier, miss. No one at school knows how hot you are because you never show it. If you did, every guy and bi girl in the school would want to fuck you." "Maybe I dress like that so I don't have a pack of little horn dogs lusting after, oh;” she murmured, catching herself and realizing she just defeated her own argument. Fluid time was rough to argue against. She sighed again. "So, uh; how do we do this?" Mark scratched his head. "I dunno. Nothing about this evening has gone the way I planned it, but we still ended up here. I guess we need to improvise." Miss Fischer considered. "Well, you've seen me naked and doing myself, so I think we need to redress the scales," she sighed. "So strip down and let me see what I'm selling my academic integrity for;” Mark felt an uncomfortably warm flush of embarrassment at her suggestion, but proceeded nonetheless. He had planned on getting naked with her anyway, even if had been under more sensual and controlled circumstances. Clearly he'd flopped at being the Casanova he'd intended on for seducing her and getting that perfect grade. He started by removing his t-shirt, pulling it over his head while watched impassively. Mark was proud of his body, since he played sports, but was suddenly very self-conscious now that he'd seen how stupidly hot his teacher was. He put a hand against the wall and steadied himself while he used his feet to pull his sneakers off. Then he undid his button and unzipped the fly on his jeans before letting them drop slowly, revealing his black boxers. "Well, at least you're not wearing tightie-whities," Miss Fischer mused. "That would've been a deal-breaker, for sure." Mark paused, blushing as he realized he was about to pull down his boxers and fully expose himself to his teacher. He had to admit, this had never occurred to him before tonight. "Well don't wuss out now, Don Juan," she said somewhat impatiently. "This was all your idea, after all." Mark squeezed his eyes shut, hooked his thumbs into his boxers and pulled them down. All she heard was silence for several seconds. Finally there was a whistle from Miss Fischer. "Okay, I can work with that. Come over here, Mark." As he walked toward her, she stood and allowed her towel to fall away, revealing her body again. Mark's eyes went wide as she willingly revealed herself to him. He was no longer spying on her, this was something completely different. Miss Fischer stood directly in front of him, her body scant inches from his. She could see in his eyes that he was bewildered by her sudden change in attitude. "Well, obviously I'm not going to tell you what the secret thing only I would know was, but the note also said I should just throw caution to the wind and enjoy myself," she said lightly, walking two fingernails up his chest and over his shoulder. "And I try very hard to take my own advice." "So," she declared, looking up into his eyes, her blue ones glinting. "We are going to fuck. A lot. In return, I'm giving you an amazing grade on your exam, no matter how bad you do and you're showing me this time machine my letter confirmed exists. Do we have a deal?" He nodded. He was still nervous, but things seemed to have worked themselves out, even if it hadn't at all gone as he expected. But maybe that was time at work or some deep shit. "My note also said I had such a great time that I insisted we keep fucking," she purred, her palm now running down his chest and over his stomach, perilously close to his nether regions. "How does that sound." He swallowed again. "That; sounds great. So, do I keep travelling back here through time to meet you?" "Well, yes," she said rather obviously. "I can't fuck the underage Alex in my class and I can't even give away that I know, right? He has to remain a blissfully unaware fuck-up." "Yeah," Mark said somewhat awkwardly. "Stupid kid;” "Oh, don't be like that," she said cheerfully, teasing her fingers over his cock and making him shudder. "If you hadn't been a lazy grot this semester, you wouldn't have needed to come back to change your grade, wouldn't have seen me in the shower and known that I'm secretly a hottie and then fucked me and got an amazing grade, right?" "Yeah, I; I guess." Mark admitted. "So we just need to set it up so that I keep coming back to meet you and we do this until we catch up with real-time in the future I come from?" "Yep, you're my new fuck-buddy," she said sweetly, now moving closer to him so that her nipples caressed his skin. "Speaking of, you've got some work to do;” With that, Miss Fischer moved back to the bed and laid on it, her legs still over the side. She looked up at him seductively and spread her legs, exposing her cunt, which was glistening wet. "You may not have earned that passing grade all semester," she said in a husky voice. "But you're sure going to work for it now;” Mark moved forward, aware of the fact that his cock was swelling rapidly and knelt by the bed between her legs. He leaned in close and was instantly enchanted by the sight of her slick snatch, which she now spread open with two fingers. Mark leaned forward and pushed his tongue against his thick, slippery lips, guessing that she was not in the mood to be teased. His tongue snaked up and down before slithering over her clit, causing her to shudder and press her hips against his face. "Uh, yes!" she gasped, grasping his hair with the free hand and stroking his scalp. "Thank God, you're not a virgin." "No miss," he murmured as he kissed his way around her cunt, his tongue lapping at the lips. She tasted almost sweet and floral, such a big change from that slag Brenda. "I know my' "Call me Becky, darling," she sighed, slowly undulating her hips rhythmically against his face. "If we're going to be lovers like this, save the 'Miss Fischer' stuff for roleplay." "Yes miss; I mean, Becky." he replied from between her legs. He now put his hands on her thighs to brace himself and began licking her in earnest, for once looking forward to earning perfect marks on an exam. He could feel his hard-on pulsing and moved her leg slightly so it pressed up against him, causing him to shiver. Becky felt it and moved her shin back and forth slowly, teasing him. "Oh, yes, Mark;” she moaned, her fingers gripping her hair. She was sitting up on one elbow so she could look down at him and her leg that was not brushing against his cock was now on the bed, bent and spreading her wide. He couldn't believe how wet she was. It wasn't water from the shower, she was really turned on. Whatever she'd said to herself in that note had released a sex demon in her. He swirled his tongue around her clit before burying it inside her cunt hungrily, eager to drive her into a frenzy. Becky clenched her teeth and ground her hips against his face now with a dreadful eagerness. Her skin was warm and getting moist as he tongue-fucked her. One hand snaked underneath her snatch and the middle finger began teasing her tight, pink knot. "Shit!" Becky gasped, shuddering as he slid the finger into her tight back tunnel. "You saw me fingering my ass in the shower! Uh, fuck yes! Do it!" Mark sucked on her cunt while he wriggled his finger in her ass, feeling her shin massaging his cock eagerly. As angry as she'd been earlier, he was also thinking about her rather shy and retiring persona at school and decided to take a gamble. Without saying anything, he stood up, bringing his face away from her crotch and his finger out of her ass. She gasped and whined, looking up at him in needy confusion, but he then reached down to take her arm and pull her off the bed and set her on her knees in front of him. Becky took his cock in her hand and still slid her tongue around the throbbing head while looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, glassy with desire. She teased him for a few more moments before sliding her lips all the way down his shaft, taking him completely inside her mouth. Mark groaned and clutched her wet, blonde hair, shivering. Becky began slowly bobbing back and forth, her mouth forming a perfect, wet seal around him. Her hand followed her mouth along his length, stroking and twisting the glistening skin gently. She hummed and moaned, vibrating his cock with her mouth and making him shudder again. The fingernails of her free nails gently grazed over the skin of his thighs, tingling. "Jesus, Mi; Becky;” he gasped. "You're amazing at sucking cock!" "Umm, I would hope so," she purred, pulling her mouth off him long enough to smile up at him while her hand pumped his shaft to keep the rhythm. "I watch a lot of videos and practice on some pretty life-like dildos, I'd like to think I'm doing something right." "You are." Mark sighed as she attacked his cock again with her mouth. "You're the best one I've ever had." She made an 'Hmm' sound around his cock, clearly enjoying what she was doing. She teased his sac with the hand that wasn't massaging his cock and reached around to caress and squeeze his ass cheeks. He couldn't believe what a libertine she was turning out to be, and he was the only one at school who knew! When she pulled her mouth off him again and looked up at him, he could see there was a deep and smoldering lust in the blue eyes, a need for deep sexual pleasure. She squeezed his cock with her hand and her voice was almost molten with lust when she spoke to him. "I'm getting on the bed again and you're going to fuck me," she said huskily. "You're going to make me cum real hard if you want that perfect exam score." She clambered back on the bed, lying on her back and spreading her legs for him again. Mark followed her onto the mattress, kneeling between her legs. She massaged her cunt eagerly with one hand while he lined himself up with her nether lips. She spread them wide open, revealing her glistening inner pink. "Fuck me, Mark," she purred, eyeing his pulsing cock. "Fuck me good and hard;” He pressed the mushroom head of his cock against her pliant lips, sliding it up and down, teasing her for a moment and brushing over her clit. She sucked in her breath and hissed, her fingers stroking along his length as he toyed with her. Then she groaned loudly as he pushed his hips forward and slid deep inside with one solid push. Her inner walls gave way around his iron-hard shaft but squeezed him tightly. She felt great around him, as tight or tighter than any other girl he'd ever fucked. "Yes," she hissed, her hand pulling him down to lean over her while one leg slung over his back and hooked itself there. "Hmm, that's a solid cock you have there, Mark. Now fuck me stupid;” He leaned forward and put his hands on either side of her body while keeping his weight suspended above her rather than pressed down. He looked into her eyes and began to push back and forth, moving his cock in and out of her. Becky bit her lip as she looked up at him, her fingernails digging slightly into his waist. She clenched her cunt around him as he pushed in and relaxed as he pulled back. "Oh, God, I've missed the real thing;” she moaned, her head falling back as she let the feelings of pleasure flow over her. "Yeah, speaking of," Mark said, remembering this important point. "I'm not using a condom here, so I'll need to pull" "No you don't," she panted as she thrust her hips against him. "You've got a fucking time machine, Mark. Think about it! Was I pregnant when the semester ended?" He thought about that as he kept thrusting into her, having a hard time concentrating on anything other than how tight and wet her cunt felt around him. "N-no, I don't think so;” "Then cum in me!" she gasped. "I'm already better at this time stuff than you are! Now fuck me harder if you want that grade!" Mark nodded and thrust harder and faster against his teacher, watching her glorious body shake as he fucked her. Her incredible tits wobbled and she squeezed one of them, moaning loudly. Her soft bed barely made a sound beneath them as he pistoned his hips up and down. After a disastrous beginning, his evening was going better than he could have possibly imagined. "Uh, now from behind," she breathed, starting to turn over. "Fuck me from behind;” Mark grabbed her hips as she slithered around into her new position on her hands and knees and ground his cock against her cunt and ass, gripping her tight. Becky groaned shamelessly and squirmed her ass back against him, biting at her knuckle. She arched her back as he found her cunt and slid back inside her. She clearly wasn't interested in any slow buildup, because she began grinding back on him eagerly, getting him in as far as she could. He could feel the wetness of her cunt dripping on his thigh. He kept his firm grip on her hips and began pounding against her, shuddering as she squeezed and clenched around him with fervor. "Definitely tighter than Brenda!" he thought as he thumped his hips to her ass cheeks. Becky was panting heavily as she buried her face in the pillow, her ass arched in the air. She gripped the pillow cover between her teeth almost tearing at it. A sheen of glistening sweat had formed on her soft, creamy ivory skin. She squeezed him with each thrust, his cock feeling bigger and bigger each time she did it. She'd missed this so badly, sacrificing her personal pleasure for the job. Maybe now she didn't have to. She almost snarled in delight as he reached forward and wrapped her hair in his fist, pulling back and craning her neck. For an eighteen year-old boy, he was being marvelously assertive now that they'd found their rhythm. Becky loved having her hair pulled, but her favorite part was yet to come. She pushed back hard and forced Mark onto his haunches. She straightened herself until she was sitting on his lap, facing away. Becky began bouncing up and down, panting as she sank onto his cock, taking it deep inside and squeezing it. Mark moaned and his hands came around to clutch her tits, squeezing them hard. Her hands joined his in massaging and molesting them while they fucked. She had him pinned in one spot beneath her and she alone controlled the tempo now. She moved her long blonde hair to one side and he understood immediately. He began kissing and biting at her neck, causing her to shudder and sending slivers of pleasure down her spine. She writhed and bounced on his lap with abandon, reveling in the sensation of a real cock deep inside her after all this time. She resisted the very strong urge to turn her head to the side and kiss him. Not just yet. When she felt the inklings of deep pleasure building inside her, she moved off his cock and pulled him around onto the bed, lying him on his back. Her eyes were fairly blazing with lust as she straddled him, lining her gooey cunt up with his throbbing hard-on. They both moaned loudly as she sank down onto him, his cock burying itself up to the hilt. Her fingernails dug into Mark's shoulders while she pinned him and she hissed as his hands found her tits again. "Yes, darling;” she grunted as she began grinding herself down on him, shuddering at how deep he was inside her. "Fuck me, thrust that cock up inside me, Mark. Fuck;” Mark pumped his hips up dutifully, matching her pace. He loved the cowboy position and clearly she did as well, but he knew he wouldn't last very long at this rate; she felt too good and was too tight for him to not bust before long. His hands fondled and mauled her lovely tits before he pulled her down closer and took one of the pink nipples into his mouth, sucking on it greedily. Becky keened and shivered in delight. Mark sucked and rolled his tongue around the pink bud, even biting and tugging on it, much to her pleasure, seemingly, because she got even wetter and tighter around his cock while they fucked. He could hear the wet sucking sounds her cunt made as it swallowed his cock, feel her warm, sticky wetness on his thighs. He'd never imagined it would feel this good. He'd been certain earlier that most of his time would be spent conning his shy teacher into doing this at all, forget the grade issue. But Miss Fischer was a sex-starved fiend, seemingly, and she was going to make him cum harder than he ever had before. Her golden hair fell around her lovely face, which was mere inches above his. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on working her hips against him, up and down, his cock nearly all the way out of her before she took him back deep inside her steaming, slick tunnel. They were both covered with sweat and ragged gasps were all they could manage as they gripped one another and writhed lustily, desperate to cum together. Mark gritted his teeth and was squeezing her tits again while Becky pushed down harder and harder on his cock with each thrust. She began whimpering and shaking and Mark could feel her cunt clenching tighter and tighter with each moment. "Oh, shit;” she gasped, her whole body shuddering now as she pushed down feverishly. "Oh, God, Mark, I'm' She sat up straight and arched her back, teeth gritting as she fought to hold on for those last few precious moments; Becky almost screamed and Mark moaned loudly as the floodgates burst. His throbbing cock began pumping cum deep inside her and her cunt spasmed around rippled around him. Everything went black for Mark as he was enveloped by a tingling warmth of an intensity he'd never known before. He could feel his cock and even his balls spilling his entire offering into her slick, tight depths, both of them still thrusting against one another madly. Becky finally collapsed on top of Mark, her chest heaving. Her body was limp, almost like a wet dishrag. Mark lay beneath her, equally exhausted. His still-hard cock was buried in her cunt, and they could both feel their mingled essence oozing out of her and trickling down his shaft. Her soft, warm body felt divine against his. Slowly, sluggishly, he wrapped his arms around her and she hummed contentedly at the embrace. She finally opened her eyes and smiled before kissing his nose. "I think you earned that perfect exam score," she purred. "Definitely earned it." "That's good to hear," he mumbled, still lost in lethargic pleasure. "I'd better start failing all your quizzes too." Becky giggled and hugged him close, sighing. She finally brought her head up again, resting it on her elbow and looking at him. "We'll be laying here for a bit yet, but we also need to talk about doing this again. A lot. The letter said so." Mark nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that, Becky. Then it's up to you to make sure my past self doesn't suspect anything." "I'm sure I can work that out," she mused. "He's pretty annoying, unlike your sexy self." He smiled. "Hard to believe how much difference three months and a time machine can make." "Hmm, and you still have to show it to me before we part ways for the night," she said lightly. "The letter says you kept your word and showed it to me. So let's shower up and then you can take me to see it, okay?" Mark nodded. This was, thus far, the best evening ever. They were walking back to Becky's house, arm-in-arm, laughing and talking like lovers. Not only had Mark shown her the time machine, he had actually shown her how it worked by bringing her back to earlier in the night. They'd hidden in the neighbor's yard and watched Mark's earlier self creep to her back door. Becky had stepped on a stick that broke loudly and caused Earlier Mark to look around warily, but a barking dog covered the mistake. "I was wondering what that sound was," he chuckled. "Never would've guessed it was you and I." "Yes, but you need to be careful, Mark," she said, trying to sound serious as they said on a quaint swing in her backyard, holding hands. "I don't know how all this works, but getting that close to your earlier self can't be good. You need to remember where and when you've gone to avoid yourself." He nodded. "I promise to not visit you more than once a day, at night. You'll clear an area on your basement floor where the Holmes Field Device can show up undetected by anyone else, away from prying eyes." She nodded. "We'll need to fine-tune the dials and so on to get exact coordinates, but I think the device moves somewhat slowly against the earth's rotation, so you can actually travel physical distances as well as through time if you're extremely careful." "Wow, Becky," he said, shaking his head. "You're already better at this than I am by a factor of a thousand." Becky smiled. "I want to say it's because I'm a physics teacher, but that'd be a lie. It's just solid math and common sense, really." She turned in to face him in the loveseat of the swing and brought his hands up to rest against her heart. She stared deep into his eyes, the darkness of night protecting them from prying eyes. "You have my word, Mark, that you'll receive that perfect test score," she said quietly. "In return, you'll do extra studying with me on the nights you come back and fuck me, so that just maybe you'll actually deserve any offer you might get." He nodded. "And I promise I'll find some way to take you on a time excursion." She smiled and brought his hands to her lips, kissing the fingers gently. "We're going to be fucking so often, Mark. We'll be sick of each other by the time the semester ends." He smirked. "Doubt that, teach. You're the best fuck a guy could ask for. And I can't even tell anyone." Becky giggled and lowered his hands, letting them linger on her soft tits beneath the shirt she now wore. She sighed at his touch and then leaned in to press her lips to his, finally kissing him. They rocked slowly on the swing beneath the moonlight, kissing silently for several seconds before Mark gently pulled back and smiled. "I'd better get going," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "Couple of more seconds of that kissing and I wouldn't have been able to leave." Miss Fischer nodded. "I know. See you tomorrow night?" He grinned. "That's the plan. Have a good night, teach." "It already was, thanks to you, Mark." Becky said, blowing him a kiss and then waving as his silhouette retreated out of sight. Silence. Becky leaned back into the slowly rocking swing and stared at the stars overhead for some time. Finally she giggled and stood, skipping back into the house cheerfully. She had a letter to write. Back to the interrogation: The two agents were silent as they assessed the young man, who waited stoically for some sort of reaction from them. He found himself waiting several minutes, which he was not surprised by. "So?" Mark said finally. "Totally hot story, right?" "Yes, we're both agog and atwitter," the tall man said dryly. "Young man, the Temporal Enforcement Agency takes a dim view of using any device, registered or otherwise, being used for reckless personal reasons, forget showing such anachronistic technology to anyone from a time period not acquainted with time travel." "Well, why the hell would I know that?" Mark retorted. "I'm not the one who left a Holmes Field Device lying around in the bushes in the Twenty-First Century where any shmuck could find it. You're lucky it was me and not some deranged criminal." "Be that as it may," the short man interjected. "There are consequences for reckless use of a temporal device." "Imagine that," Mark said somewhat petulantly, having a sinking feeling he knew what was about to happen. "So, what, you're just gonna take it away from me?" Neither man answered immediately. Something occurred to Mark and an evil grin spread across his face. "You can't take it away from me," he concluded, seeing the dismay in their expressions as he figured it out. "I'm meant to have this Holmes Field Device or you already would have. You know I'm going to be using it in the future so there's no way to keep it from me." "Well, your personal future," the tall man admitted. "Much of your personal future is still the past for my partner and I, but this past you're in right now is completely new to the two of us." "So, my future self is in your past but my now self is just happening?" Mark asked. "Wild. How do you keep it all straight?" "By doing as little as is humanly possible," the short man said very firmly. "Even trained experts in quantum and temporal travel can get confused when the timelines gets cluttered." He now pointed to his partner's ear. "You see his bionic ear?" Mark nodded. "I accidentally shoot it off six years from now and there's nothing either of us can do about it. It's his past, because it's already happened to him, but it's my personal future. All I can do now is apologize in advance." The tall agent grunted and looked away, clearly displeased. "That's really deep." Mark mused. "Yes, it is. It's not meant for idiots. And whether you like it or not, certain things can never, ever happen. Time will prevent paradoxes from happening." "Like what?" Mark asked. "For instance, you cannot go back in time and kill your own grandfather before he gives birth to your father, because that would mean you never existed and therefore could never pull the trigger to kill him. A paradox." Mark shrugged. "Okay, but how does it stop me?" "Who can say?" the short agent replied. "All I can tell you is that you simply won't succeed in killing your grandfather, no matter how hard you try and meticulously you plan. If you try to shoot him, the gun will jam. If you try to poison him, it'll turn out he is immune to it or you used tap water by mistake. If you try to strangle him, you might have a heart attack before you finish the job. You; will; be; stopped. The Temporal Enforcement Agency spends most of its time making sure nitwits like you don't get clock-hammered every time they get a dumb idea." "Huh," Mark said, still trying to wrap his brain around all this mumbo-jumbo. If he hadn't fucked Miss Fischer earlier, he still might not believe this was real. "What else can't I do?" "People usually find it's hard to get close to significant historical events," the tall agent mentioned. "Alexander cutting the Gordian Knot, the Crucifixion, the Yalta Summit; Time doesn't like it when people who shouldn't naturally be somewhere try to crowd in and get involved or snap a few pictures. They'll find that the technology fails to get them there, generally. We call it 'The Limelight Effect'. Do yourself a favor and don't try. We've seen people get stranded and die in the wrong era because of the Limelight Effect when the batteries or power source on their device go suddenly dry." "Well; what if I wanted to; ya' know, get with a girl from another time period?" Mark asked. The agents looked at one another and sighed in despair. "You kids and getting laid," muttered the shorter one. "Same principals as before; get too close to a famous women you want to have coitus with and Time will push you away. Try to become yo

Start Your Transformation Now In this episode of The Jim Fortin Podcast, Jim continues his powerful conversation on timeless spiritual wisdom, sharing five transformative teachings from his mentor, Don Javier, and Don Juan. As the podcast evolves toward applied spirituality, Jim unpacks how these guiding principles can radically shift your focus, peace, and personal power as you move into 2026.  Building on last week's insights, Jim dives deeper into what it means to live with awareness, manage your attention, and step beyond fear and self-talk. Through personal stories, including his own health challenges and lessons learned from the Toltec path, Jim shows how ancient truths can be applied to modern struggles—helping you release anxiety, redirect your energy, and reclaim inner calm.  If you're ready to stop overthinking, step out of fear, and align with higher consciousness, this episode gives you a clear and practical roadmap to start living as the warrior you were meant to be.  What You'll Discover in This Episode:  You are where your attention is (04:15) Jim explains how the quality of your life is determined by where you place your attention—and how shifting focus from fear and judgment to appreciation instantly changes your reality.  Everything always has been, is now, and will always be fine (09:30) Learn how to trust life's continuity through challenges, losses, and uncertainty, and why—even in chaos—things are always unfolding perfectly.  When the warrior stops talking, even the craziest of tasks become possible (17:45) Discover the immense power of silencing your inner dialogue and how mastering your self-talk makes anything achievable.  A warrior does not preoccupy himself with his fear (25:40) Jim shows how fear is created entirely in the mind and how to stop letting imagined dangers control your emotions and decisions.  Fear is the idleness of will (30:50) Understand why fear thrives in inaction—and how simply moving forward, even imperfectly, brings clarity, courage, and freedom.  Listen, apply, and enjoy!  Transformational Takeaway  Fear dissolves in motion. When you stop arguing with yourself, stop feeding fear with your thoughts, and simply take the next step, you reclaim your power. Remember—your attention creates your world. Keep it on appreciation, truth, and growth, and you'll step into 2026 grounded, fearless, and free.  Mentioned Resources: https://www.jimfortin.com/eliminate-fear-and-negativity/ https://jimfortin.com/insiders   Let's Connect:  Instagram | Facebook | YouTube | LinkedIn  LIKED THE EPISODE?  If you're the kind of person who likes to help others, then share this with your friends and family. If you have found value, they will too. Please leave a review on Apple Podcasts so we can reach more people.  Listening on Spotify? Please leave a comment below. We would love to hear from you!  With gratitude, Jim 

Noelia Gómez,Gerente de la Fundación Don Juan de Borbón, nos habla de las Jornadas de Música Contemporánea

En Aragón Cultura nos acercamos al Teatro Principal de Zaragoza, donde el mito de Don Juan renace con una mirada distinta. En Don Juan de los infiernos, dirigido por Marian Pueo y protagonizado por Joaquín Murillo, el seductor clásico se transforma en un hombre viejo, decadente y atormentado por su pasado. Una versión intensa y sorprendente que invita a redescubrir al personaje desde la vulnerabilidad. Hablamos con Joaquín Murillo, que celebra además 40 años sobre los escenarios, para conocer más sobre esta emocionante propuesta teatral.

Al funeral acudió el president. Sin Maribel. Ni ticket. Con guardaespaldas. Ayuso lanzó en el Senado -con su ametralladora de preguntas método gish gallop- al francotirador Miranda, “el niño del Zendal”. ¿Para qué? ¿Contra Pedro Sánchez? ¡No! Para rematar a Feijóo. Perro Sanxe, El Guapo guapérrimo, gafas retro Dior Aviador, salió —¡ánimo, Alberto!— airoso. Dos orejas y el rabo. Juan Carlos I celebra los 50 años de la muerte de su padre Franco boicoteando a su nieta. No, “la Democracia no cayó del cielo”. El Muro de Berlín, la Casa Blanca, la Muralla China. Trump y Xi se reparten las tierras raras y los pobres del mundo. Sant Puigdemont Extramuros, no…, San Aznar Bendito, patrón de las Armas de Destrucción Masiva ¡Aparta de mí este cáliz! Para ser el primer funeral laico no estuvo mal. Contenido. Igual que París, pero a la valenciana. Leti se desarboló.  Y aplaudió. Hubo un momento mágico hilo directo entre el accidente de Metro del 2006 y la DANA… ¡el Santo Encuentro entre el Pare Camps y Mazón! Això mereix una traca! Mazón es el problema, no la solución. Mazón, Don Juan…, Doña Inés… Ego? Ningú et vol president? ¿Ni siquiera te quieres a ti mismo? Mazón piensa que te tendrás que afeitar hasta tu último día frente al espejo. Mientras, Abascal, el puto amo, le hace la quiniela de su nuevo Consell. Ahora, Mazón anuncia que va a reflexionar en profundidad. A la espera a ver por qué palo me canta Maribel qué nivel. Profunda. Penetrante. Abismal. Juego de Tronos. Juegos del Hambre. Mompó, presidencial, aroma Zaplana, se lanza a la piscina de sangre negra. María José Catalá, más cauta, más sibilina, no quiere ser la solución provisional a Mazón. ¿Que qué me canta el rojerío? Barcala. La vacuna, Halloween, huracán, narcolancha, bisturí y precisión. ¿Toros o Mani? ¿Mazón o Shongoku? Barcala, bajo la presión mazónica. Sí, Mazón me lanza a Carlos Baño contra Barcala. La guerra que faltaba. Sexo, drogas, rock & roll. Basura del Barcalaceno Medio. El zombi Epstein se ha cepillado al exprínicpe Andrés. El Pequeño Nicolás absuelto. ¿Victoria Federica o Leonor? ¿Princesa o mendiga? Leonor se nos ha hecho mayor.  Rosalía se sale. Se agradece de todo corazón el gesto del president del País Valencià de presentar a los Premios Ondas este Gabinete de Crisis Cultural… ¡No ha podido SER!

Hablamos con Marian Pueo, directora de la obra "Don Juan de los Infiernos" de Teatro Che y Moche. Esta es la primera adaptación teatral de la película de Gonzalo Suarez de 1991. Don Juan en los Infiernos nos abre las puertas al más hermoso teatro clásico, un teatro clásico más útil que nunca para comprender nuestro presente. Se representa en el Teatro Principal de Zaragoza, desde el jueves 30 de octubre al domingo 2 de noviembre.

Start Your Transformation Now In this episode of The Jim Fortin Podcast, Jim shares powerful lessons from his shaman and mentor, Don Javier (and Don Juan), offering four timeless spiritual principles to help you create a truly extraordinary 2026. As Jim prepares to evolve the show into a new era of “applied spirituality,” he explores how merging ancient wisdom with modern psychology can transform how we live, work, and relate to others. From authenticity and truth to fear, choice, and personal freedom, Jim dives deep into the energetic roots of human behavior. You'll discover why being anyone other than your true self drains your power, how fear hides behind every lie, and how defending your beliefs or feeling “stuck” are just choices waiting to be reclaimed. If you're ready to release self-deception, step out of fear, and start living in full alignment with your soul, this episode gives you practical, shamanic guidance to make 2026 your most liberated year yet. What You'll Discover in This Episode: Being who you are not is work (03:15) Jim reveals how pretending to be someone you're not drains energy—and why authenticity is the only sustainable power source.  Every lie comes from fear (11:30) Explore how fear drives dishonesty, from small white lies to lifelong self-betrayal, and learn to replace it with radical honesty.  Defending yourself defines you as someone who needs to defend (17:50) Jim explains why letting go of the need to justify your choices is the path to true agency and autonomy.  Being stuck is a choice (24:30) A deep dive into personal responsibility—how we unconsciously choose stagnation and how to reclaim our freedom through conscious choice.  Applied spirituality for everyday life (32:45) Jim shares how he's transforming the podcast to blend spiritual wisdom with practical application, helping you live your truth daily.  Listen, apply, and enjoy!  Transformational Takeaway  Every moment of your life is a choice—and the courage to choose truth over fear is the foundation of freedom. When you stop pretending, stop lying, stop defending, and start choosing consciously, you reclaim your energy and power. Authenticity isn't a risk; it's liberation. As you walk into 2026, ask yourself: Where am I still pretending? The moment you answer honestly, transformation begins.    Let's Connect:  Instagram | Facebook | YouTube | LinkedIn  LIKED THE EPISODE?  If you're the kind of person who likes to help others, then share this with your friends and family. If you have found value, they will too. Please leave a review on Apple Podcasts so we can reach more people.  Listening on Spotify? Please leave a comment below. We would love to hear from you!  With gratitude, Jim 

¡Bienvenidos, amantes de las historias que perduran, a este espacio donde los ecos del pasado cobran vida! Hoy nos sumergimos en las calles empedradas de una ciudad legendaria, Sevilla, para desenterrar los secretos y la eterna relevancia de un personaje que ha desafiado al tiempo y a la moral: Don Juan Tenorio. Álvaro García de el Fancine, nos lo cuenta magistralmente, desde sus orígenes literarios hasta su consolidación como mito, Don Juan ha encarnado la pasión desenfrenada, el desafío a las normas y, finalmente, la redención. Pero, ¿qué hace que este burlador de Sevilla, creado por la pluma magistral de José Zorrilla, siga resonando en nuestros corazones y mentes siglo y medio después? En este programa, no solo desgranaremos la trama de sus aventuras y desdichas, sino que también exploraremos la Sevilla de Don Juan. Nos dejaremos guiar por el duende andaluz, imaginando al galán urdiendo sus intrigas en los patios floridos del barrio de Santa Cruz, desafiando a sus rivales bajo la imponente sombra de la Giralda y, quizás, encontrando la salvación en la fe de Doña Inés. Analizaremos la dualidad del personaje: su arrojo y cinismo frente a su vulnerabilidad y, finalmente, su transformación. ¿Es Don Juan un simple seductor o un alma atormentada que busca trascender su propia naturaleza? ¿Y qué papel juega el amor verdadero en su camino hacia la redención? Prepárense para un viaje fascinante a través de la literatura, la historia y el alma de una ciudad que es, en sí misma, un poema. ¡Suban el volumen, porque hoy, Don Juan Tenorio nos invita a ser testigos de su inmortal legado! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 🎧 Antena Historia te regala 30 días PREMIUM Disfruta de todo el contenido sin interrupciones y con ventajas exclusivas en iVoox: 👉 https://www.ivoox.com/premium?affiliate-code=b4688a50868967db9ca413741a54cea5 📻 Producción y realización: Antonio Cruz 🎙️ Edición: Antena Historia 📡 Antena Historia forma parte del sello iVoox Originals 🌐 Visita nuestra web: https://antenahistoria.com 📺 YouTube: Podcast Antena Historia 📧 Correo: antenahistoria@gmail.com 📘 Facebook: Antena Historia Podcast 🐦 Twitter: @AntenaHistoria 💬 Telegram: https://t.me/foroantenahistoria 💰 Apoya el proyecto: Donaciones en PayPal 📢 ¿Quieres anunciarte en Antena Historia? Ofrecemos menciones, cuñas personalizadas y programas a medida. Más información en 👉 Antena Historia – AdVoices Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

¡Bienvenidos, amantes de las historias que perduran, a este espacio donde los ecos del pasado cobran vida! Hoy nos sumergimos en las calles empedradas de una ciudad legendaria, Sevilla, para desenterrar los secretos y la eterna relevancia de un personaje que ha desafiado al tiempo y a la moral: Don Juan Tenorio. Álvaro García de el Fancine, nos lo cuenta magistralmente, desde sus orígenes literarios hasta su consolidación como mito, Don Juan ha encarnado la pasión desenfrenada, el desafío a las normas y, finalmente, la redención. Pero, ¿qué hace que este burlador de Sevilla, creado por la pluma magistral de José Zorrilla, siga resonando en nuestros corazones y mentes siglo y medio después? En este programa, no solo desgranaremos la trama de sus aventuras y desdichas, sino que también exploraremos la Sevilla de Don Juan. Nos dejaremos guiar por el duende andaluz, imaginando al galán urdiendo sus intrigas en los patios floridos del barrio de Santa Cruz, desafiando a sus rivales bajo la imponente sombra de la Giralda y, quizás, encontrando la salvación en la fe de Doña Inés. Analizaremos la dualidad del personaje: su arrojo y cinismo frente a su vulnerabilidad y, finalmente, su transformación. ¿Es Don Juan un simple seductor o un alma atormentada que busca trascender su propia naturaleza? ¿Y qué papel juega el amor verdadero en su camino hacia la redención? Prepárense para un viaje fascinante a través de la literatura, la historia y el alma de una ciudad que es, en sí misma, un poema. ¡Suban el volumen, porque hoy, Don Juan Tenorio nos invita a ser testigos de su inmortal legado! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 🎧 Antena Historia te regala 30 días PREMIUM Disfruta de todo el contenido sin interrupciones y con ventajas exclusivas en iVoox: 👉 https://www.ivoox.com/premium?affiliate-code=b4688a50868967db9ca413741a54cea5 📻 Producción y realización: Antonio Cruz 🎙️ Edición: Antena Historia 📡 Antena Historia forma parte del sello iVoox Originals 🌐 Visita nuestra web: https://antenahistoria.com 📺 YouTube: Podcast Antena Historia 📧 Correo: antenahistoria@gmail.com 📘 Facebook: Antena Historia Podcast 🐦 Twitter: @AntenaHistoria 💬 Telegram: https://t.me/foroantenahistoria 💰 Apoya el proyecto: Donaciones en PayPal 📢 ¿Quieres anunciarte en Antena Historia? Ofrecemos menciones, cuñas personalizadas y programas a medida. Más información en 👉 Antena Historia – AdVoices Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

Friends-There's music in all things, if men had ears: Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.”—Lord Byron, "Don Juan"Welcome back to The BH Sales Kennel Kelp Holistic Healing Hour. I'm your host, Grandpa Bill, and last week we laid the foundation for a truly meaningful life by talking about the Second Self—Aristotle's ideal of Virtuous Friendship.""Today, we're going to zoom out and look at the ultimate goal of all that virtuous action and profound connection. We're talking about the Greek concept that defines the entire holistic approach: Eudaimonia.""It's a word that's often mistranslated, but its true meaning is the key to lasting contentment. Let's get into it.""Let's start with the word itself. I want you to say it with me, nice and slow: 'Yoo-dye-moh-NEE-uh.'"Pronunciation: Yoo-dye-moh-NEE-uhDefinition: Eudaimonia (εὐδαιμονία) is often translated as 'happiness.' But that is shallow and misleading. 'Happiness' in English sounds temporary, based on external circumstance or fleeting feeling."The Greek root of the word tells the real story: 'Eu-' means good, and 'daimon' means spirit or genius or inner self.""So, Eudaimonia literally means having a good guiding spirit or, more powerfully, 'living well and doing well.' It is a state of human flourishing.""Imagine two people: One wins the lottery, throws wild parties for a year, and feels happy. The other is a dedicated scholar, a caring parent, and a generous volunteer. They live a life of commitment, struggle, and deep purpose, and they feel a deep sense of meaning.""The first person has 'happiness.' The second person has Eudaimonia. It's not a burst of joy; it's the deep satisfaction that comes from realizing your highest potential and living in alignment with your best self—that Virtuous Self we discussed last time."The Wisdom Segment: Eudaimonia DefinedThe Narrative: Flourishing, Not FeelingPhilosophical#Eudaimonia ,#FlourishingLife, #Aristotle, #AncientWisdom,Self-Improvement#LifePurpose ,#MeaningfulLife, #VirtueEthics Podcast/Wellness#HolisticHealth, #GrandpaBill, #WellnessJourney, #LiveWellDoWell,Conclusion and Call to Action"So, your challenge this week is to assess your own life with the lens of Eudaimonia.""Ask yourself: Am I truly flourishing? Am I engaged in activities and surrounded by relationships that are developing my best self? Are my choices leading me toward that deep, abiding sense of 'living well and doing well?'""Prioritize the friends who inspire you toward virtue. Invest your time in the meaningful actions that define your purpose. That is the true blueprint for Eudaimonia.""I'm Grandpa Bill. Thank you for joining me on The BH Sales Kennel Kelp Holistic Healing Hour. We'll talk again soon."

El podcast es una transcripción de un vídeo de YouTube, del canal "Desde las cavernas, hoy y lo que sigue", donde el anfitrión, Jesús Calvo Ponce, recomienda efusivamente el libro "Las enseñanzas de Don Juan" de Carlos Castaneda. En el vídeo, el presentador comparte cómo descubrió el libro durante un viaje a la sierra Tarahumara y ofrece un contexto detallado sobre su trama. La narración se centra en un antropólogo de California que busca conocimientos sobre plantas medicinales y termina siendo discípulo de Don Juan Matus, un chamán y experto en brujería tolteca de Arizona. El libro, descrito como una saga de varios tomos, explora el choque entre la cultura científica occidental y la cosmovisión indígena, cubriendo temas como el uso del peyote, el toloa y otras prácticas

Me cuelo en el ensayo de la ópera contemporánea Don Juan no Existe del festival de ópera de Sevilla. Una ópera con libreto de Alberto Iglesias y la joven compositora Helena Cánovas que cuestiona la figura de Don Juan pero también visibiliza a su autora, Carmen Díaz, escritora feminista y condesa de principios del siglo XX, protagonista de esta historia.Escuchar audio

TOO LONG FOR SNACK SIZED… TOO PSYCHOTIC AND SOLO FOR A GUEST!   I had a full agenda of items I wanted to TALK OUT LOUD about today, including: the (amazing, fantastic, gets all my money) 2026 Super Bowl halftime performer, how the Big Brother season ended, Kandi and Don Juan's thoughts about K Michelle and Tami Roman on Real Housewives of Atlanta, the Real Housewives of Salt Lake City taglines, the upcoming Real Housewives of Potomac premiere (sans Karen Huger… kinda), and the big divorce news that broke this week! WHO GETS THE KEEP THE WIGS: KEITH OR NICOLE?! Download and listen today!   *** HEY! Some of you have asked how you can show your appreciation for all the content provided by your mama's favorite Black geek. How about you buy me a beer/coffee? CLICK HERE TO SUPPORT! ***   New episodes of “I Ken Not with Kendrick Tucker” are released weekly!   DON'T FORGET TO SUBSCRIBE, RATE, AND REVIEW! I LOVE 5 STARS! EMAIL ME AT IKENNOTPODCAST@GMAIL.COM! FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM! FOLLOW ME ON THREADS! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Capítulo 88, el primero de esta décimo primera temporada. Emilio ha vuelto místico de las vacaciones y nos va a hablar de Taizen, una comunidad cristiana ecuménica. Paco nos hará su análisis de la película "El Retorno" de Uberto Pasolini, centrada en La Odisea. José Miguel nos presentará los últimos premios... Darwin. Y finalizará Diego glosando la nunca suficientemente ponderada figura de Don Juan de Borbón.

Jasun Horsley was born into a family of the British 'elite'.  When he was a child he was unaware that his paternal grandfather, Alec Horsley, Oxford Balliol graduate and founding member of the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament, was also a Fabian and helped found the Hull branch when he was Sheriff of Hull. Jasun's father also rubbed elbows with characters like Sir Richard Acland, Bertrand Russell, and the Paedophile Information Exchange, a British pro-paedophilia activist group. Jasun was made aware that his family's circle of influence were mockingly called “champagne socialists,” and that the family business, Northern Foods was in cahoots with other notable corporate giants, while being a major player in world business. One thing was clear to Jasun from an early age, he had no interest in joining the family business! At 18, he inherited a small fortune from his father, which landed him in New York as an aspiring filmmaker. Upon his discovery of "The Teachings of Don Juan" through the works of Carlos Castaneda he decided that sorcery was a truer and more adventurous path.  He later concluded that there was much congruity between the film industry and sorcery, which was later explored in his book "Seen and Not Seen: Confessions of a Movie Autist" that examines the military-entertainment complex, and how American movies have become weaponized. Jasun's pursuit of sorcery knowledge led him to Oaxaca, Mexico, and then to New Mexico, where he made a "misguided" attempt to start an intentional community, after which, at age 24, he disinherited his fortune and disappeared to Morocco, with nothing but a poncho and meager belongings. Some thirty years since, Jasun has continued his introspection into the ways in which popular culture, alternate or “counter-” culture, politics, and pseudo-spiritualty are all limbs of a covert, multi-generational, social-engineering octopus that includes occult societies, intelligence agencies, and organized crime networks. While spanning centuries along many disparate groups, ideologies, organizations, and agendas, Jasun has determined this “superculture” to be largely consistent in its aims, principles, and methods. Join us in this free-flowing discussion as Jasun and the Alfacast crew review his many provocative works for an insider's view of the world through the eyes of the so-called "elite". Show links: https://childrenofjob.substack.com/ Learn The True Nature Of Dis-Ease & How Our Bodies Actually Work: https://alfavedic.com/themyth/ Join Our Private Community And Join In The Discussion: https://alfavedic.com/join-us/ Follow our new YT channel: / @offgridelegance Start healing yourself and loved ones with ozone! https://alfavedic.com/ozone Protect yourself & your teens from media manipulation & groupthink w/ Dani Katz's Pop Propaganda Course! http://alfavedic.com/poppropaganda Get our favorite blue blocker glasses! Use code 'alfavedic' for 10% off! https://alfavedic.com/raoptics Join Qortal for free, the truly decentralized internet. https://qortal.dev/downloads Learn how to express your law and uphold your rights as one of mankind. https://alfavedic.com/lawformankind Alfa Vedic is an off-grid agriculture & health co-op focused on developing products, media & educational platforms for the betterment of our world. By using advanced scientific methods, cutting-edge technologies and tools derived from the knowledge of the world's greatest minds, the AV community aims to be a model for the future we all want to see. Our comprehensive line of health products and nutrition is available on our website. Most products are hand mixed and formulated right on our off grid farm including our Immortality Teas which we grow on site. Find them all at https://alfavedic.com​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ Follow Alfa Vedic: https://linktr.ee/alfavedic Follow Mike Winner: https://linktr.ee/djmikewinner

En este episodio de Antropología Pop exploramos Las enseñanzas de Don Juan de Carlos Castaneda

"El espíritu de Don Juan de Austria debe posarse sobre la egregia melena de Cucurella..."

EPISODE 102 -  “TALKIES, GANGSTERS, & BUGS BUNNY: THE WARNER BROTHERS JOURNEY” - 8/25/25 In this week's episode, we're turning the spotlight on the incredible journey of the Warner brothers—Harry, Albert, Sam, and Jack—four ambitious siblings who rose from modest immigrant roots to create one of the most influential movie studios in the world: Warner Bros. Studios. Their story begins in the early 20th century, with a hand-cranked projector and a traveling film show, and evolves into a groundbreaking entertainment empire that would forever change the film industry. From their early struggles during the silent film era to their game-changing release of The Jazz Singer, in 1927, the first feature-length "talkie," the Warner brothers didn't just adapt to change—they drove it. Join us as we trace the rise of Warner Bros., a studio born from risk, vision, and a relentless belief in the power of storytelling.   SHOW NOTES:  Sources: Warner Brothers: Hollywood's Ultimate Backlot (2014), by Steven Bingen; Early Warner Brothers Studios (2010), by E.J. Stephens & Marc Wanamaker; You Must Remember This:  The Warner Bros. Story (2008), by Richard Schickel & George Perry; Hollywood Be Thy Name: The Warners Bros. Story (1994), by Cass Warner; The Warner Brothers' Story (1979), by Clive Hirschhorn; Wikipedia.com; TCM.com; IBDB.com; IMDBPro.com; Movies Mentioned: The Great Train Robbery (1903); Dante's Inferno (1911); Peril on the Plains (1912);  Raiders on the Mexican Border (1912); My Four Years in Germany (1918); Don Juan (1926);  The Jazz Singer (1927); Little Caesar (1931);  The Public Enemy (1931); Scarface (1932); Baby Face (1933); Female (1933);  Marked Woman (1938); Jezebel (1938);  Angels with Dirty Faces (1938); Captain Blood (1935);  The Sea Hawk (1935);  Charge of the Light Brigade (1936); The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938); The Life of Emile Zola (1937); Confessions of a Nazi Spy (1939); The Maltese Falcon (1941);  Now Voyager (1942);  The Big Sleep (1946); High Sierra (1941);  The Big Sleep (1946); White Heat (1949); You're In The Army Now (1941);  Yankee Doodle Dandy (1942); This Is The Army (1943); Casablanca (1943); Mission To Moscow (1943); A Streetcar Named Desire (1951); East of Eden (1955);  Rebel Without a Cause (1955); Giant (1956); --------------------------------- http://www.airwavemedia.com Please contact sales@advertisecast.com if you would like to advertise on our podcast. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Professor Kozlowski tackles the French Enlightenment with excerpts from Montesquieu and Rousseau. The first is an orderly, encyclopedic thinker trying to categorize and classify every element of political philosophy; the second may well be a proto-Anarchist masquerading as an Enlightenment mainstay. Really, what were we expecting from the French?Readings today come from Montesquieu's The Spirit of the Laws, as well as The Social Contract and "Discourse on the Origin of Inequality" by Rousseau.Additional readings include Voltaire's Candide and Moliere's Don Juan, as well as a casual suggestion that you should read some David Hume, (here's an especially representative collection). And of course, today's video game recommendation is Europa Universalis. If you're interested in Professor Kozlowski's other online projects, check out his website: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠professorkozlowski.wordpress.com

‘I want to write a poem of a new class — a Don Juan, without the mockery and impurity,' Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote to a friend in 1844, ‘and admitting of as much philosophical dreaming and digression (which is in fact a characteristic of the age) as I like to use.' The poem she had in mind turned out to be her verse novel, Aurora Leigh, published in 1854, and described by Ruskin as the greatest long poem of the 19th century. It tells the story of an aspiring poet, Aurora, born in Florence to an Italian mother and an English father, who loses both her parents as a child and moves to England and the care of her aunt. From there she pursues her poetic ambitions to London, Paris, Italy and back to England while negotiating a traumatic love triangle between the vicious Lady Waldemar, the impoverished seamstress Marian, and the austere social-reformer Romney. In this episode, Clare is joined by Stefanie Markovits and Seamus Perry to discuss the wide range of innovations Barrett Browning deploys to fulfil her commitment to immediacy and narrative drive in the poem, and the ways in which she uses her characters to explore the extent of her own emancipatory politics. Read the poem: https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/56621/pg56621-images.html Non-subscribers will only hear an extract from this episode. To listen to the full episode, and all our other Close Readings series, subscribe: Directly in Apple Podcasts: https://lrb.me/applecrna In other podcast apps: https://lrb.me/closereadingsna Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

durée : 00:18:15 - Le Disque classique du jour du vendredi 06 juin 2025 - Lise de la Salle revient à l'un de ses compositeurs de prédilection, Franz Liszt. Dans ce disque, elle propose notamment la Sonate en si mineur, en miroir des Réminiscences de Don Juan, une partition rarement fréquentée de nos jours.

durée : 00:18:15 - Le Disque classique du jour du vendredi 06 juin 2025 - Lise de la Salle revient à l'un de ses compositeurs de prédilection, Franz Liszt. Dans ce disque, elle propose notamment la Sonate en si mineur, en miroir des Réminiscences de Don Juan, une partition rarement fréquentée de nos jours.

durée : 00:28:35 - Les Midis de Culture - par : Marie Labory - Jordi Savall dirige actuellement son ensemble Le Concert des Nations pour le programme "Sémiramis et Don Juan", l'association inédite de deux opéras ballets du compositeur C.W. Gluck. Batifolages, spectres et drames sont au programme. - réalisation : Laurence Malonda - invités : Jordi Savall Gambiste et chef d'orchestre catalan

durée : 00:31:52 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Philippe Garbit - "Le Collège des ondes" proposait en 1959 une causerie intitulée "Le thème de Don Juan chez Lope de Vega" par Joseph Paul, diffusée la première fois le 6 mars 1959 sur la Chaîne Nationale. - réalisation : Virginie Mourthé

Hello everyone!!In another collab with our good friend Jay, we finally decided to talk about Opera, in particular, Don Giovani!!Come along with us as we dissect this odd portrayal of the "Don Juan" image, his terrible deeds and punishment, and continually this articulation of sound, story and music that opera can create. While never forgetting several matters of class within opera, the notions of performance and lots more!Enjoy!And check out Jay's stuff elsewhere!Library PunkAnd if able, please support Library Punk's Fundraiser!If you can and are interested in early episodes and the Here Be Extras, check our Patreon!https://www.patreon.com/leftpage Also! If you're not there already, feel free to join our Discord, as we have been more talkative than usual, and plan to do so more and more!https://discord.gg/J2wgG3yrPNIntro Music: Home, by Karl Casey @ White Bat AudioOutro Music: Leve Palestina, Spartacus Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Fabrice Delorme était au téléphone des Grosses Têtes ce 28 mars. Il joue actuellement Donjuan dans la pièce "L'ambigu" de Roland Topor au Guichet Montparnasse. Retrouvez tous les jours le meilleur des Grosses Têtes en podcast sur RTL.fr et l'application RTL.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

En 2027, Helena, Teresa, Ana y la Bruja Aburrida volverán a la televisión con una imagen renovada, adaptada al presente sin perder su esencia. Varias productoras de Reino Unido, España, Portugal e Italia trabajan en este proyecto que busca modernizar sin traicionar el espíritu original de Las tres mellizas, creadas en 1983 por Roser Capdevila. Pero antes de su existencia como dibujos animados, Les Tres Bessones fueron reales: nacieron en 1969 en la propia casa de Capdevila, quien se inspiró en sus hijas para darles vida. Hoy hablamos con la autora original sobre este esperado regreso.En la Pequeteca, Leticia Audibert nos trae ¿Qué hacen los sentimientos por la noche?, un álbum ilustrado de Tina Oziewicz publicado por Siruela. A través de metáforas visuales, la autora polaca explora cómo cambian y se expresan las emociones a lo largo del día, acercando la inteligencia emocional a los más pequeños.La música y la danza se encuentran en el escenario del Gran Teatre del Liceu de Barcelona con el nuevo espectáculo de Jordi Savall. Junto a su agrupación Le Concert des Nations y el Ballet del Capitolio de Toulouse, interpretará dos obras de Christoph Willibald Gluck: Semínaris y Don Juan. Un montaje que promete ser un diálogo entre la tradición musical y la expresividad del movimiento.Por último, nos detenemos en el mundo editorial con Dos Tardes Con, el nuevo sello de Alianza dirigido por Sergio del Molino. Este proyecto ofrece ensayos breves de máximo 100 páginas en los que distintos autores profundizan en la obra de escritores clásicos. Nos lo cuenta Susana Santaolalla.Escuchar audio

Un destin hors du commun. Une déclaration touchante à sa mère. Une passion viscérale pour le théâtre et le cinéma.Dans cet épisode, j'ai reçu Tigran Mekhitarian, acteur et metteur en scène au parcours bouleversant. Fuir son pays pour survivre, reconstruire son identité ailleurs et poursuivre un rêve malgré tout, c'est le fil rouge de son histoire.Encore enfant, il a fui l'Arménie avec sa mère, réfugié politique en France. Une enfance marquée par l'exil, le déracinement et cette question : comment garder un lien avec son pays d'origine quand on en a été arraché ? On a parlé de l'Arménie, de son attachement à ses racines, des blessures de l'exil et de la manière dont il a transformé cette histoire en force.Grâce aux sacrifices de sa mère, il a pu suivre sa passion et se faire une place dans le milieu artistique. Aujourd'hui, il revisite Don Juan sur scène, modernisé mais intact, pour transmettre l'amour du théâtre aux jeunes générations. Il incarne aussi un rôle marquant dans Mr Aznavour et porte un regard puissant sur la diversité dans le cinéma français.Un échange fort, intime et inspirant. Disponible dès maintenant.

Carlos V tuvo varios hijos extramatrimoniales pero hubo uno que es mucho más conocido que el resto: el que pasaría a la Historia como Don Juan de Austria. Hoy hablamos de su madre, una joven alemana a la que separaron de su hijo hasta el último momento de su vida. Os contamos quién la ayudó económicamente cuando se quedó viuda y cómo acabó enterrada en un monasterio del norte de España, entre otras cosas.

Hey Yo! This week we're joined by "The Beeeessssst".. The Texas Treats! We talk who would play them in a movie! Expanding the T.I.T.S. brand! What seperates Hybrid from other schools! David Teens sex appeal? Diego Renay brags about beating Nawf or "beating off" according to J Wave? Marval Trains Mia Khalifa? Don Juan is Idris Alba? Kalientita doesn't appreciate knock off brands? AND ANOTHER THING.... THEYRE THE BEEESSSST! Catch them at Mamba Bash courtesy of UNITED210 at 9726 Clamp Ave this Saturday March 1st!! Issa party filled with carnage! Only $10! *I do not own the rights to any music used in this video" Big shout out to Opie The Indian Ringneck for supporting the podcast and being a Tall Can Sponsor! Make sure you get you're Opie merch at www.opiethevip.store and follow Opie on all social media platforms!

Si sa vie a tout d'une légende, Giacomo Casanova a bel et bien existé. Au XVIIIe siècle, ce libertin irrésistible partage la couche de plus d'une centaine de femmes. Mais sa destinée ne se limite pas à ses conquêtes : de conseiller d'un roi à prisonnier dans la plus cruelle des chutes, la vie de cet ambitieux charlatan n'est pas sans surprises Casanova a parlé à l'oreille des rois et a été emprisonné dans la plus terrible des prisons. Les aventures du plus célèbre séducteur du monde continuent de fasciner historiens et artistes. "Secrets d'Histoire" est un podcast d'Initial Studio, adapté de l'émission de télévision éponyme produite par la Société Européenne de Production ©2024 SEP / France Télévisions. Cet épisode a été écrit et réalisé par Jean-Edouard Choppin.Un podcast présenté par Stéphane Bern. Avec la voix d'Isabelle Benhadj.Vous pouvez retrouver Secrets d'Histoire sur France 3 ou en replay sur France.tv, et suivre l'émission sur Instagram et Facebook.Crédits du podcastProduction exécutive du podcast : Initial StudioProduction éditoriale : Sarah Koskievic et Mandy Lebourg Montage : Camille Legras Hébergé par Audion. Visitez https://www.audion.fm/fr/privacy-policy pour plus d'informations.

Proche de la ruine, c'est un coup de chance qui améliore le sort de Casanova. Homme malin, charismatique et opportuniste, il utilise son esprit et sa ruse pour faire fortune, quitte à abuser des esprits faibles aux bourses bien remplies. Mais malgré ses habiles manèges, il n'échappera pas à la justice. "Secrets d'Histoire" est un podcast d'Initial Studio, adapté de l'émission de télévision éponyme produite par la Société Européenne de Production ©2024 SEP / France Télévisions. Cet épisode a été écrit et réalisé par Jean-Edouard Choppin.Un podcast présenté par Stéphane Bern. Avec la voix d'Isabelle Benhadj.Vous pouvez retrouver Secrets d'Histoire sur France 3 ou en replay sur France.tv, et suivre l'émission sur Instagram et Facebook.Crédits du podcastProduction exécutive du podcast : Initial StudioProduction éditoriale : Sarah Koskievic et Mandy Lebourg Montage : Camille Legras Hébergé par Audion. Visitez https://www.audion.fm/fr/privacy-policy pour plus d'informations.

Peu de temps après son évasion de la prison de Venise, Casanova fait ses premiers pas à la cour de France, à Versailles. Le réseau qu'il développe en intégrant la franc-maçonnerie l'aide dans ses nombreuses aventures. "Secrets d'Histoire" est un podcast d'Initial Studio, adapté de l'émission de télévision éponyme produite par la Société Européenne de Production ©2024 SEP / France Télévisions. Cet épisode a été écrit et réalisé par Jean-Edouard Choppin.Un podcast présenté par Stéphane Bern. Avec la voix d'Isabelle Benhadj.Vous pouvez retrouver Secrets d'Histoire sur France 3 ou en replay sur France.tv, et suivre l'émission sur Instagram et Facebook.Crédits du podcastProduction exécutive du podcast : Initial StudioProduction éditoriale : Sarah Koskievic et Mandy Lebourg Montage : Camille Legras Hébergé par Audion. Visitez https://www.audion.fm/fr/privacy-policy pour plus d'informations.

What drags us under when we experience setbacks, failures, criticism while working for a cause, person, or place? Wheatley advises us to work with as much diligence as we can. She says that in the end it is about feeling that it is our work to do and doing it with vigor and enjoyment even though we don't know what the outcome will be. Margaret Wheatley is an internationally acclaimed writer, speaker, and teacher. She is co-founder and President Emerita of The Berkana Institute, a charitable foundation that works with people around the world who strengthen their communities using the wisdom and wealth already present in their people, traditions, and environment. Her books include Leadership and the New Science (Berrett-Kohler 1998), Perseverance (Berrett-Koehler 2010), Turning To One Another: Simple Conversations to Restore Hope in the Future (Berrett-Koehler 2009), So Far from Home: Lost and Found In Our Brave New World (Berrett-Koehler 2012) and Who Do We Choose To Be: Facing Reality, Claiming Leadership, Restoring Sanity (Berrett-Koehler 2017).Interview Date: 8/19/2010 Tags: T. S. Eliot, "only don't know”, bravery, Carlos Castaneda, Chogyam Trungpa, creativity, curiosity, Don Juan, Hopi Nation, mp3, personal transformation, righteous anger, steadfastness, vision, Margaret Wheatley, Personal Transformation

Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for January 29, 2025 is: facetious • fuh-SEE-shuss • adjective Facetious is used to describe something, such as a remark or behavior, that is meant to be humorous or funny but is sometimes instead annoying, silly, or improper. It can also be used to describe someone who is joking, often implying that they are doing so inappropriately. // The emcee delivered several facetious quips throughout the night that the audience found in poor taste. // I was just being facetious—I didn't mean it seriously. See the entry > Examples: "In September, 1818, Byron told Moore of a new undertaking: 'It is called "Don Juan," and is meant to be a little quietly facetious upon every thing. ... I shall try the experiment, anonymously, and if it don't take it will be discontinued.' Safe to say that he continued, taking advantage of that freedom to cram into the poem pretty much anything that came to mind: shipwreck, cannibalism, lobster, cross-dressing, violent slurs upon the Duke of Wellington." — Anthony Lane, The New Yorker, 26 Feb. 2024 Did you know? As many puzzle fans know, facetious is one of a small group of English words that not only use all five vowels once, but use them in alphabetical order. Other members of this exclusive club include abstemious (and abstemiously), and arsenious. (There is also an odd class of words which contain each vowel, used once, in reverse order: Pulmonifera, Muscoidea, and subcontinental.) Facetious comes from the Middle French adjective facetieux, which traces to the Latin word facētia, meaning "cleverness or wit." In English, it is used to describe speech or behavior that is intended to be playfully cheeky.

Start Your Transformation Now In this episode of Transform Your Life From the Inside Out, Jim Fortin shares transformative wisdom from three shamans: Don Javier, his mentor Don Juan, and the powerful shaman Donya Maria Sabina. Drawing from their teachings, Jim presents five life-changing pieces of wisdom designed to help you evolve spiritually and transform your life from the inside out.  Each piece of wisdom emphasizes profound spiritual concepts like compassion, energy exchange, detachment, and living from source. Jim explains these teachings with real-life examples, offering insights on how to integrate them into your daily life for deeper self-awareness and fulfillment.  If you're ready to align with your higher self, gain clarity, and live with purpose, this episode will guide you with practical tools and spiritual wisdom.    What You'll Discover in This Episode:  Compassion Beyond the Self (01:52): Why focusing less on “me” and more on the pain of others opens the door to true connection and growth.  Sending Love, Not Pity (11:22): A powerful lesson from Donya Maria Sabina on how to elevate the frequency of your energy when helping others.  You Own Nothing (15:49): Detaching from material possessions to free yourself from fear and embrace your creative power.  Be In the World, Not Of the World (25:39): What it means to live from spirit rather than being attached to physical reality.  Center Yourself in Your Dharma (30:12): How to focus on your true purpose and align with the service you're meant to provide.  Listen, apply, and enjoy!  Transformational Takeaway: The wisdom of the three shamans teaches us that transformation begins with self-awareness. By letting go of ego, practicing compassion, and living from source, we can align with our true purpose and find deeper meaning in life. Reflect on this: How can you shift your perspective today to create a more meaningful and fulfilled life?  Mentioned Resources: Neale Donald Walsch Interview Books by Neale Donald Walsch: Conversations with God  Disclosure: Some of the links above are affiliate links, meaning, at no additional cost to you, I will earn a small commission if you make a purchase. Let's Connect:  Instagram Facebook YouTube LinkedIn  LIKED THE EPISODE? If you're the kind of person who likes to help others, then share this with your friends and family. If you have found value, they will too. Please leave a review on Apple Podcasts so we can reach more people. Listening on Spotify? Please leave a comment below. We would love to hear from you! Thank you for listening!  With Gratitude, Jim Fortin

Community Heroes is a special extension of This Thing Called Life's podcast. In this series, we talk to community leaders, share important information about organ and tissue donation, and honor those who have been instrumental in saving lives through the gift of donation.  In this episode, we talk with Don Juan from 100.3 FM Cincy's R&B station in Cincinnati. Resources https://registerme.org/ https://getoffthelist.org/ https://www.networkforhope.org/ https://www.networkforhope.org/about-us/ https://www.facebook.com/NetworkForHopeOPO https://www.youtube.com/@NetworkforHope. https://aopo.org/

Welcome back to the Osos den! This week we are down one of our own, but joined by our very own on air producer Nate! We touch base on how the three of us are continuing our gym saga and how to really stretch them GLUTES! Which we think Don Juan is really trying to work on... Dead Malls are all around us.. there are some strange stories.. what are your fondest memories? A brief history lesson of some of the Malls around our area along with maps! MAPS! Don't forget to leave a comment, like and hit that SUB button for new episodes Every Thursday! Listen/Follow us: https://linktr.ee/ososgolosospodcast https://www.instagram.com/osos.golosos.podcast Join Our Discord: https://discord.com/invite/beRy7ZSbVz #oso #goloso #podcast #comedy #comedypodcast #texaspodcast #texas #dfw #fortworth #mexican #817 #maps #bobesponja #chilango #deadmall #mals #gradeschool #schoollunch #breakfastpizza #gymlife

Welcome to this special preview episode of The Literary Life Podcast! In this episode, our hosts Angelina Stanford and Thomas Banks share the books and topics you can look forward to in the upcoming 2025 season of the podcast. This episode was recorded live with the Patreon supporters for our December All Fellows Eve. In addition to giving a taste of what to expect in the coming year, they also look back at the past year and touch on a few favorite books covered in 2024. In this coming year we plan to have several new “Literary Life of…” interviews, as well as several topical episodes discussing ideas such as classical education, the literary tradition, and what to do when you don't like the characters in a book. A few book titles that we will be covering in 2025 include: The Age of Innocence, The Jungle Book, and Moliere's Don Juan. For complete show notes and links to all the books mentioned, please visit https://theliterary.life/254/. 

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Si quieres sentirte como todo un Don Juan y que seas irresistible para muchas mujeres, debes usar buenos perfumes y saber usarlos, por eso nuestra experta en parejas: la Dra Pao Sasso te trae tips para usar lociones baratas y en lugares especiales que pondrán loca a cualquier dama. Mantente al día con los últimos de 'El Bueno, la Mala y el Feo'. ¡Suscríbete para no perderte ningún episodio!Ayúdanos a crecer dejándonos un review ¡Tu opinión es muy importante para nosotros!¿Conoces a alguien que amaría este episodio? ¡Compárteselo por WhatsApp, por texto, por Facebook, y ayúdanos a correr la voz!Escúchanos en Uforia App, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, y el canal de YouTube de Uforia Podcasts, o donde sea que escuchas tus podcasts.'El Bueno, la Mala y el Feo' es un podcast de Uforia Podcasts, la plataforma de audio de TelevisaUnivision.