Podcasts about Eza

Insatiable Life.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Planetary Survey had been right about the unpredictable weather patterns on Carter II. It was barely two days after the pond incident and only three weeks into their stay and the unstable star had apparently entered a cooling period. Cold fronts had rushed in from the polar regions, mixing with the warmer equatorial winds to cause icy rainfall to pelt the HAB in a near constant downpour. Nighttime temperatures plummeted to near freezing. Their shelter was insulated but the thin plasticine walls could only keep out so much of the cold. Complicating matters was the fact that their heating unit had shorted out the day prior when some sort of electric beetle had tried to get its rocks off with the heating element.Curt poked his head out of the cocoon of his sleeping bag to check the thermometer near his bunk. It registered forty-four degrees and dipped lower as he watched. He shivered as he looked over at Eza's bundled form. The poor girl was not taking the temperature inversion well. She shivered and shook beneath the thin padding of her sleep sleeve. He cursed again the short-sighted designers who hadn't taken into account the possible need to build a fire inside the HAB."Kurt?" came a muffled stutter from her olive grab sleeper."Yes?"She poked her face out of the cinched hole, looking like a giant blue faced caterpillar. A beautiful caterpillar."I know you have done all you can with the heat unit," she said, her teeth chattering, "But I am r-r-really cold.""I'm sorry I couldn't do more.""P-p-perhaps you can. I red that in t-t-times of crisis, T-Terrans would huddle together for warmth. Might we t-t-try that?" She knew she would be taking a risk being that close to him, but it was the lesser of two evils.Curt was also hesitant. He didn't trust his body not to betray his lust for her. His cock was already tingling at the thought. But she needed his help, and he couldn't deny those deep green eyes that stared pleadingly at him. So, he agreed, climbing from his sleep sleeve as he began to remove his tunic."W-w-what are you doing?" she asked hesitantly, feeling the stirring again at the sight of his deliciously tanned flesh."One less layer of clothes. It'll help warm you up faster," he explained."Shall I disrobe as well?"'Hell yes!' his mind screamed but instead he said, "No, that won't be necessary."He climbed into the sleep sleeve beside her and she immediately plastered herself to his side, her arm gripping so hard that it forced the air from his lungs. Wrapping his arm around her, she scooted closer, her heavy tits pressing against his side. Her body felt like it was on fire and for a moment he worried she might be sick with fever. But then he remembered that Venusians have a higher body temp than humans. No wonder she was suffering. Eza buried her face into his neck, pulling him closer still.Her body was racked by uncontrolled spasms, and he rubbed her arms and her back to try to warm her while at the same time trying to ignore the fact that only a thin layer of molyester separated her heavenly skin from his own. But she was making it difficult, her supplely scaled leg wrapping possessively around his. The temp, as well as his manhood, began to rapidly rise inside the sleeve.At length, the tremors subsided, and she relaxed against him with a melodious sigh. Her leg shifted higher, coming dangerously close to grazing his throbbing erection. Now he was trembling but not due to the cold.Eza felt it again, the burning, the desire. Feeling his body against hers, the churning inside her was more than she could bear any longer. Even the moments when she had given in were not enough to truly sate the sensations. She had to tell him. But what would he say? Would he be repulsed by her needs?"Kurt?" she mewed."Yes?""I have a confession to make," she said into his chest, "I have been keeping a secret from you.""It's okay, everyone is entitled to their secrets." Even as he said it, his mind was racing trying to think what it could be. None of the possibilities seemed pleasant."But this is different because it involves you. You see I... I have imprinted upon you.""What does that mean?"She raised herself up onto an elbow to look at him. His face glowed nearly as blue as her own in the light of the twin moons that shone down through the skylight."When a Venusian comes of age, as I have, they imprint upon the person they have chosen as their agrah.""Agrah?"She looked at him sheepishly."Loosely translated it means their... their lover."The face, as well as the mind behind it, showed surprise but before he could speak, she interrupted him."There's more.""More?""As part of the imprinting, a Venusian will develop an empathic connection with their agrah.""And what does that mean?""It means I can feel your emotions." Her eyes burned into his as she leaned in closer, "I know you were watching me by the lake."The Earthling's eyes widened in panic as he tried to explain himself but a Venusian finger to his lips silenced him."I know because I felt you. Your emotions for me were so strong that they...they made me...what is the word..." She stared off as if trying to remember but then her green eyes pierced him with a look that made his stomach do flips, "Horny."Curt lay there, staring blankly with her pointy finger still pressed to his lips. She felt his jumbled emotions: fear, trepidation, uncertainty. But above all she felt the one emotion that she too longed to indulge in: desire."I wish to demonstrate kissing," she said to his stupefied expression. He nodded into her finger. The hand it was attached to, moved to cup his jaw. She could feel his throbbing pulse, it matched the thunder of her own.Their lips coming together once more was like the attraction of two oppositely charged particles. Eza was now the demonstrator, wriggling her supple blue lips against his and he wondered if she had been practicing. Then his eyes shot open and crossed as her snake-like tongue slithered into his mouth. It wrestled with his, coiling and swirling, nearly filling his whole mouth. She literally shoved it down his throat and somehow he managed to resist the urge to cough. When he had first seen it by the lake, he had thought it would feel raspy but instead it was as silky and smooth as a strand of satin. He quivered at the feeling of it and was breathing hard by the time she ended the kiss."Where... did you learn... that?" he gasped."It was under a subheading called: Frenching," she explained. But then her face took on a sad expression, "I am sorry. I know I am not very good at it. I umm!"Curt pulled her into a savage kiss that filled both their minds with a haze of red heat. The sweet metal taste was overwhelming his senses as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body seemed to melt against him as she sighed into his mouth like a harmonica.As the kiss lengthened, their hands and bodies became active. His hands caressed her arms and back, hers groped at his chest and abs. His body writhed beneath her touch while hers moved to straddle him. He felt the burning heat from her loins, she the hardened ridge of his manhood beneath his trousers. His strong hands sought her ass, gently squeezing the rounded humps. She sighed in yet another octave at the feeling, her hips grinding against his. Her lips pulled away, her eyes shining with yearning."Make fuck to me," she pleaded.His smile at her improper grammar only widened further as she sat upright, her webbed hand reaching for the zipper of her tunic. She tugged the faster tantalizingly slow, exposing inch after glorious inch of her blue flesh. Her heavy tits fell free of the garment as she tossed it aside. Her goblets hung before him like twin Christmas ornaments, and he reached for his newly unwrapped gifts.She shivered at his touch. The hands, though roughened and calloused from the work on their ship, nonetheless brushed across her skin like whispers from a feather. They glided across the rounded expanse, kneading the soft flesh like modeling clay. She gasped as he tweaked her plump, blueberry nipples between thumb and forefinger.Leaning forward, she took hold of her tit to aim the dark nib at his pink, receptive lips. They parted, enveloping the gooseflesh of her areola. She sucked in her breath as he began to suckle like a babe, lapping and mouthing the sensitive bud. Compulsively she ground her already damp sex against the buried ridge of his cock as he sucked more of her tender flesh into his mouth. Suddenly his hips thrust as if trying to force his way through their clothes, his hands pulling their loins tightly together.Eza climaxed at the motion and the unbridled emotion she felt from him in that moment. Her hand pulled his head closer to her bosom, her fleshy tit threatening to suffocate him as she let out a snaky hiss between clenched teeth. At last, she released her hold but his respite was short lived as her mouth descended, smothering him with feverish kisses. They pulled away to whisper into his ear."I wish to demonstrating something."Then he felt it. Her serpent tongue flicked out to slither through the conch shaped hollows of his ear. It lapped at the lobe before trailing down the curve of his neck and across his exposed collarbone. He shivered as his traveled across the expanse of his chest, rode the bulges of his abs. Her small hands pulled at the waist of his pants so that her tongue could slink beneath the material to lick the tender flesh just above his pubes. The entire time, her eyes never left his, the stare down only heightening his desire.His cock strained at its confines, threatening to rip the fabric as her hands worked to free it. It sprang to attention immediately, lightly hitting her in the nose and making her giggle. But her smiled faded, replaced with a look of awe at the pillar of flesh before her. She never expected him to be so big. He was a good nine inches, well over the five and three quarters the texts said was the average. He was also thick, her small webbed hand barely fitting around it as she delicately grasped the shaft. It felt as hot and hard as a recently fire beryllium rocket. Though she felt unsure of herself, this being her first time with any male, she couldn't help the rush of heat to her loins at the thought that Curt would soon be inside of her, filling her up, splitting her like a piece of du'Nar wood. Staring into his beautiful brown eyes that peered down at her with uninhibited desire, she opened her mouth as if she were about to bite into an apple.Her blueberry lips closed around the red delicious of his head and Curt gasped. Her lips were like satin as she slowly worked them across his mushroom shaped head. Her green eyes never left his face, wanting to gauge his reactions. The look of lust in them added to the feel of her lips on his cock. Emboldened by his whimpers of pleasure, she began to suck harder, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke. Her purple curls swayed with the motions of her gently bobbing head.All at once she stopped, his cock head still in her mouth. He at first thought something was wrong but then he felt it: her tongue coiling around the head like an anaconda with its prey. He shivered at the new sensation of his cock being gripped in such a way as her lips resumed their sucking. He saw (and felt) the tongue slither out past her lips to twist and twirl down his length. He couldn't breathe, could only stare at her as she did things to his cock that no Terran girl, no matter how tongue twistingly talented, could ever do. He was shaking by the time her dark python released its victim."Was that acceptable?" she asked eagerly."Where the fuck did you learn that?!"Her face darkened with a look of guilt."My-my roommate at the Academy. She used to entertain many Terran males. One night while she thought I was asleep, she brought a man to our dorm. I-I watched her do that to him before they copulated."Curt's eyebrow shot up in surprise. 'This Venusian vixen is just full of surprises,' he thought."My, my. Aren't you a dirty girl.""I am not dirty," she said indignantly, "I am very hygienic.""That's not what that...Never mind.""Do you wish that I should continue?" she asked, going back to the subject still in her hand."Actually, I have a better idea.""What?""This roommate. Did the man she was with put his head between her legs by any chance?""Yes, he seemed to be trying to consume her.""Well, Lieutenant," he said with a mischievous grin, "Prepared to be consumed."He saw her eyes widened as she gulped.Eza was hesitant about her pending consumption, the almost painfully cries of her roommate fresh in her mind but she allowed herself to be laid down. The fact that Curt was eying her body like a buffet did not help her apprehension. But then he leaned down to kiss her gently, tenderly. She relaxed into the kiss, his lips melting away the tension but at the same time stoking up a fire of anticipation deep within her. His lips broke away to travel down her body. Though it was much shorter than hers, it nevertheless sent tingles through her as he wove lazy circles and trails down the nape of her neck, across the pointed domes of her tits, down the slope of her navel free belly. She lifted her legs so that he could remove her already soaked shorts.Her smell hit him hard, filling his lungs and driving his desire to a new level. Her legs parted, causing her indigo flower to blossom. Her breathing was shallow, her legs trembling as he ran kisses up and down her inner thighs. Her body seized, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her at his lips found her core.Her dark blue lips almost burned his tongue, they felt so hot but he would rather risk injury than remove it from their heavenly silkiness. Her scent as intoxicating, her taste luxurious. It dawned on him as he felt her body quaking that his were the first lips to taste her and he set out to make her first tonguing one for the ages.He lipped her folds, lapped at her metal flavored fluids as they flowed from her. Spreading her vulva to expose more of her lavender love tunnel, he plunged his tongue into her petals, wriggling it like a hungry bumble bee.The Venusian began to make sounds that could only be described as yodeling modulated through a Theremin, her moans of pleasure changing octave several times. He sought her clit and found that she had not one but two pointed nubs, one in front of the other. His tongue made figure eights around the twin pips, his lips slurping the dark pearls of her Venus clam.Eza cried out as she came, her hand seizing his head to pull his face deeper. Her juices drowned him and he gulped them greedily, the excess spilling down his chin. She writhed, stretched and sang as he lustfully devoured her. She would later tell him that the orgasms he evoked in her had been intensified by her feeling his strong desire to pleasure her.A massive orgasm grabbed hold, contorting her body into a near fetal position. She collapsed back, gasping for breath, her tits heaving.He climbed atop her and her lips were aflame as they sought his, her hands pulling him closer. He raised himself on strong, sinewy arms, his dark eyes filled with desire, an emotion he broadcast like a thousand-watt transmitter. She felt the heated tip of his cock at her entrance. She wanted him inside of her so badly but suddenly she felt hesitant, almost ashamed."Kurt?""Yes?""I-I haven't...I mean... this is my first... time.""I kinda figured as much.""Is that acceptable?""Only if you are okay with me being your first."The look she gave told him the answer to that. Without another word, he slowly began to ease himself inside her. Pain shot through her as muscles stretched and fibers tore. She wanted this more than anything but could not hide the look of pain on her face as her eyes scrunched shut. He stopped."You, okay?""Y-yes," she breathed."Should I stop?""No!" she nearly shouted, her eyes flying open and locking with his. Then more gently, "No, please keep going."Curt was hesitant now. He was barely inside of her and she was already incredibly tight. He worried they might not be physically compatible and as much as he wanted to make love to her, he also didn't want to cause her any undo harm.Eza felt his empathy and concern for her. It made her heart valve swell, made her desire him even more.

Insatiable Life.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Planetary Survey had been right about the unpredictable weather patterns on Carter II. It was barely two days after the pond incident and only three weeks into their stay and the unstable star had apparently entered a cooling period. Cold fronts had rushed in from the polar regions, mixing with the warmer equatorial winds to cause icy rainfall to pelt the HAB in a near constant downpour. Nighttime temperatures plummeted to near freezing. Their shelter was insulated but the thin plasticine walls could only keep out so much of the cold. Complicating matters was the fact that their heating unit had shorted out the day prior when some sort of electric beetle had tried to get its rocks off with the heating element.Curt poked his head out of the cocoon of his sleeping bag to check the thermometer near his bunk. It registered forty-four degrees and dipped lower as he watched. He shivered as he looked over at Eza's bundled form. The poor girl was not taking the temperature inversion well. She shivered and shook beneath the thin padding of her sleep sleeve. He cursed again the short-sighted designers who hadn't taken into account the possible need to build a fire inside the HAB."Kurt?" came a muffled stutter from her olive grab sleeper."Yes?"She poked her face out of the cinched hole, looking like a giant blue faced caterpillar. A beautiful caterpillar."I know you have done all you can with the heat unit," she said, her teeth chattering, "But I am r-r-really cold.""I'm sorry I couldn't do more.""P-p-perhaps you can. I red that in t-t-times of crisis, T-Terrans would huddle together for warmth. Might we t-t-try that?" She knew she would be taking a risk being that close to him, but it was the lesser of two evils.Curt was also hesitant. He didn't trust his body not to betray his lust for her. His cock was already tingling at the thought. But she needed his help, and he couldn't deny those deep green eyes that stared pleadingly at him. So, he agreed, climbing from his sleep sleeve as he began to remove his tunic."W-w-what are you doing?" she asked hesitantly, feeling the stirring again at the sight of his deliciously tanned flesh."One less layer of clothes. It'll help warm you up faster," he explained."Shall I disrobe as well?"'Hell yes!' his mind screamed but instead he said, "No, that won't be necessary."He climbed into the sleep sleeve beside her and she immediately plastered herself to his side, her arm gripping so hard that it forced the air from his lungs. Wrapping his arm around her, she scooted closer, her heavy tits pressing against his side. Her body felt like it was on fire and for a moment he worried she might be sick with fever. But then he remembered that Venusians have a higher body temp than humans. No wonder she was suffering. Eza buried her face into his neck, pulling him closer still.Her body was racked by uncontrolled spasms, and he rubbed her arms and her back to try to warm her while at the same time trying to ignore the fact that only a thin layer of molyester separated her heavenly skin from his own. But she was making it difficult, her supplely scaled leg wrapping possessively around his. The temp, as well as his manhood, began to rapidly rise inside the sleeve.At length, the tremors subsided, and she relaxed against him with a melodious sigh. Her leg shifted higher, coming dangerously close to grazing his throbbing erection. Now he was trembling but not due to the cold.Eza felt it again, the burning, the desire. Feeling his body against hers, the churning inside her was more than she could bear any longer. Even the moments when she had given in were not enough to truly sate the sensations. She had to tell him. But what would he say? Would he be repulsed by her needs?"Kurt?" she mewed."Yes?""I have a confession to make," she said into his chest, "I have been keeping a secret from you.""It's okay, everyone is entitled to their secrets." Even as he said it, his mind was racing trying to think what it could be. None of the possibilities seemed pleasant."But this is different because it involves you. You see I... I have imprinted upon you.""What does that mean?"She raised herself up onto an elbow to look at him. His face glowed nearly as blue as her own in the light of the twin moons that shone down through the skylight."When a Venusian comes of age, as I have, they imprint upon the person they have chosen as their agrah.""Agrah?"She looked at him sheepishly."Loosely translated it means their... their lover."The face, as well as the mind behind it, showed surprise but before he could speak, she interrupted him."There's more.""More?""As part of the imprinting, a Venusian will develop an empathic connection with their agrah.""And what does that mean?""It means I can feel your emotions." Her eyes burned into his as she leaned in closer, "I know you were watching me by the lake."The Earthling's eyes widened in panic as he tried to explain himself but a Venusian finger to his lips silenced him."I know because I felt you. Your emotions for me were so strong that they...they made me...what is the word..." She stared off as if trying to remember but then her green eyes pierced him with a look that made his stomach do flips, "Horny."Curt lay there, staring blankly with her pointy finger still pressed to his lips. She felt his jumbled emotions: fear, trepidation, uncertainty. But above all she felt the one emotion that she too longed to indulge in: desire."I wish to demonstrate kissing," she said to his stupefied expression. He nodded into her finger. The hand it was attached to, moved to cup his jaw. She could feel his throbbing pulse, it matched the thunder of her own.Their lips coming together once more was like the attraction of two oppositely charged particles. Eza was now the demonstrator, wriggling her supple blue lips against his and he wondered if she had been practicing. Then his eyes shot open and crossed as her snake-like tongue slithered into his mouth. It wrestled with his, coiling and swirling, nearly filling his whole mouth. She literally shoved it down his throat and somehow he managed to resist the urge to cough. When he had first seen it by the lake, he had thought it would feel raspy but instead it was as silky and smooth as a strand of satin. He quivered at the feeling of it and was breathing hard by the time she ended the kiss."Where... did you learn... that?" he gasped."It was under a subheading called: Frenching," she explained. But then her face took on a sad expression, "I am sorry. I know I am not very good at it. I umm!"Curt pulled her into a savage kiss that filled both their minds with a haze of red heat. The sweet metal taste was overwhelming his senses as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body seemed to melt against him as she sighed into his mouth like a harmonica.As the kiss lengthened, their hands and bodies became active. His hands caressed her arms and back, hers groped at his chest and abs. His body writhed beneath her touch while hers moved to straddle him. He felt the burning heat from her loins, she the hardened ridge of his manhood beneath his trousers. His strong hands sought her ass, gently squeezing the rounded humps. She sighed in yet another octave at the feeling, her hips grinding against his. Her lips pulled away, her eyes shining with yearning."Make fuck to me," she pleaded.His smile at her improper grammar only widened further as she sat upright, her webbed hand reaching for the zipper of her tunic. She tugged the faster tantalizingly slow, exposing inch after glorious inch of her blue flesh. Her heavy tits fell free of the garment as she tossed it aside. Her goblets hung before him like twin Christmas ornaments, and he reached for his newly unwrapped gifts.She shivered at his touch. The hands, though roughened and calloused from the work on their ship, nonetheless brushed across her skin like whispers from a feather. They glided across the rounded expanse, kneading the soft flesh like modeling clay. She gasped as he tweaked her plump, blueberry nipples between thumb and forefinger.Leaning forward, she took hold of her tit to aim the dark nib at his pink, receptive lips. They parted, enveloping the gooseflesh of her areola. She sucked in her breath as he began to suckle like a babe, lapping and mouthing the sensitive bud. Compulsively she ground her already damp sex against the buried ridge of his cock as he sucked more of her tender flesh into his mouth. Suddenly his hips thrust as if trying to force his way through their clothes, his hands pulling their loins tightly together.Eza climaxed at the motion and the unbridled emotion she felt from him in that moment. Her hand pulled his head closer to her bosom, her fleshy tit threatening to suffocate him as she let out a snaky hiss between clenched teeth. At last, she released her hold but his respite was short lived as her mouth descended, smothering him with feverish kisses. They pulled away to whisper into his ear."I wish to demonstrating something."Then he felt it. Her serpent tongue flicked out to slither through the conch shaped hollows of his ear. It lapped at the lobe before trailing down the curve of his neck and across his exposed collarbone. He shivered as his traveled across the expanse of his chest, rode the bulges of his abs. Her small hands pulled at the waist of his pants so that her tongue could slink beneath the material to lick the tender flesh just above his pubes. The entire time, her eyes never left his, the stare down only heightening his desire.His cock strained at its confines, threatening to rip the fabric as her hands worked to free it. It sprang to attention immediately, lightly hitting her in the nose and making her giggle. But her smiled faded, replaced with a look of awe at the pillar of flesh before her. She never expected him to be so big. He was a good nine inches, well over the five and three quarters the texts said was the average. He was also thick, her small webbed hand barely fitting around it as she delicately grasped the shaft. It felt as hot and hard as a recently fire beryllium rocket. Though she felt unsure of herself, this being her first time with any male, she couldn't help the rush of heat to her loins at the thought that Curt would soon be inside of her, filling her up, splitting her like a piece of du'Nar wood. Staring into his beautiful brown eyes that peered down at her with uninhibited desire, she opened her mouth as if she were about to bite into an apple.Her blueberry lips closed around the red delicious of his head and Curt gasped. Her lips were like satin as she slowly worked them across his mushroom shaped head. Her green eyes never left his face, wanting to gauge his reactions. The look of lust in them added to the feel of her lips on his cock. Emboldened by his whimpers of pleasure, she began to suck harder, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke. Her purple curls swayed with the motions of her gently bobbing head.All at once she stopped, his cock head still in her mouth. He at first thought something was wrong but then he felt it: her tongue coiling around the head like an anaconda with its prey. He shivered at the new sensation of his cock being gripped in such a way as her lips resumed their sucking. He saw (and felt) the tongue slither out past her lips to twist and twirl down his length. He couldn't breathe, could only stare at her as she did things to his cock that no Terran girl, no matter how tongue twistingly talented, could ever do. He was shaking by the time her dark python released its victim."Was that acceptable?" she asked eagerly."Where the fuck did you learn that?!"Her face darkened with a look of guilt."My-my roommate at the Academy. She used to entertain many Terran males. One night while she thought I was asleep, she brought a man to our dorm. I-I watched her do that to him before they copulated."Curt's eyebrow shot up in surprise. 'This Venusian vixen is just full of surprises,' he thought."My, my. Aren't you a dirty girl.""I am not dirty," she said indignantly, "I am very hygienic.""That's not what that...Never mind.""Do you wish that I should continue?" she asked, going back to the subject still in her hand."Actually, I have a better idea.""What?""This roommate. Did the man she was with put his head between her legs by any chance?""Yes, he seemed to be trying to consume her.""Well, Lieutenant," he said with a mischievous grin, "Prepared to be consumed."He saw her eyes widened as she gulped.Eza was hesitant about her pending consumption, the almost painfully cries of her roommate fresh in her mind but she allowed herself to be laid down. The fact that Curt was eying her body like a buffet did not help her apprehension. But then he leaned down to kiss her gently, tenderly. She relaxed into the kiss, his lips melting away the tension but at the same time stoking up a fire of anticipation deep within her. His lips broke away to travel down her body. Though it was much shorter than hers, it nevertheless sent tingles through her as he wove lazy circles and trails down the nape of her neck, across the pointed domes of her tits, down the slope of her navel free belly. She lifted her legs so that he could remove her already soaked shorts.Her smell hit him hard, filling his lungs and driving his desire to a new level. Her legs parted, causing her indigo flower to blossom. Her breathing was shallow, her legs trembling as he ran kisses up and down her inner thighs. Her body seized, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her at his lips found her core.Her dark blue lips almost burned his tongue, they felt so hot but he would rather risk injury than remove it from their heavenly silkiness. Her scent as intoxicating, her taste luxurious. It dawned on him as he felt her body quaking that his were the first lips to taste her and he set out to make her first tonguing one for the ages.He lipped her folds, lapped at her metal flavored fluids as they flowed from her. Spreading her vulva to expose more of her lavender love tunnel, he plunged his tongue into her petals, wriggling it like a hungry bumble bee.The Venusian began to make sounds that could only be described as yodeling modulated through a Theremin, her moans of pleasure changing octave several times. He sought her clit and found that she had not one but two pointed nubs, one in front of the other. His tongue made figure eights around the twin pips, his lips slurping the dark pearls of her Venus clam.Eza cried out as she came, her hand seizing his head to pull his face deeper. Her juices drowned him and he gulped them greedily, the excess spilling down his chin. She writhed, stretched and sang as he lustfully devoured her. She would later tell him that the orgasms he evoked in her had been intensified by her feeling his strong desire to pleasure her.A massive orgasm grabbed hold, contorting her body into a near fetal position. She collapsed back, gasping for breath, her tits heaving.He climbed atop her and her lips were aflame as they sought his, her hands pulling him closer. He raised himself on strong, sinewy arms, his dark eyes filled with desire, an emotion he broadcast like a thousand-watt transmitter. She felt the heated tip of his cock at her entrance. She wanted him inside of her so badly but suddenly she felt hesitant, almost ashamed."Kurt?""Yes?""I-I haven't...I mean... this is my first... time.""I kinda figured as much.""Is that acceptable?""Only if you are okay with me being your first."The look she gave told him the answer to that. Without another word, he slowly began to ease himself inside her. Pain shot through her as muscles stretched and fibers tore. She wanted this more than anything but could not hide the look of pain on her face as her eyes scrunched shut. He stopped."You, okay?""Y-yes," she breathed."Should I stop?""No!" she nearly shouted, her eyes flying open and locking with his. Then more gently, "No, please keep going."Curt was hesitant now. He was barely inside of her and she was already incredibly tight. He worried they might not be physically compatible and as much as he wanted to make love to her, he also didn't want to cause her any undo harm.Eza felt his empathy and concern for her. It made her heart valve swell, made her desire him even more.

Surviving a Crash.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.As Cadet Cockman regained consciousness, he became aware of two things: the throbbing in his temples and the acrid smell that stung his nose and throat. His blurry vision gradually focused to look about the dimly light cabin. Red emergency lights slowly strobed overhead, bathing the interior in silent pulses of crimson like the inside of a gigantic beating heart. The instrument panel was dead, the viewport a blank oval.Memories of the crash began to surface. The red-hot flames of reentry, the flaring of the landing jets, the rushing up of the ground. His hands still felt the heavy shuddering of the yoke, his ears still heard the terrible sounds of rending and tearing metal as they struck. Despite his best efforts, they had come in too fast and at too sharp an angle. The last thing he recalled before darkness was the lieutenant reaching to hold his hand.He turned his head and pain shot up his neck. His whole spine felt compressed from the violent bouncing as their ship had skipped like a stone. The Venusian was unconscious, her head flopped forward. The loose strands of purple that hide her face were turned an eerie black and he couldn't tell if she was breathing. When he took a deep breath of his own, he began violently coughing.All at once his mind realized the danger. The smell was the fire suppression system, designed to prevent the rocket from blowing up in the event of a crash. He had to get them out of there, the gas could be lethal if breathed in for too long.Slapping his harness release, he stood up wearily. His body ached, particularly the areas where the straps had covered him. He released LuNar from her seat and lifted her small frame over his shoulder. Her body was limp but still warm. He hoped it was a good sign as he carried her to the exit, snatching an Aid kit from the wall with his free hand, the other wrapped around her slender thighs.Lifting the cover, he punched the emergency hatch button, air hissing as the door fell open. Harsh sunlight streaked inside, forcing him to shield his eyes. He clamored through the hatch with his burden and stood on a raise mound of dirt to look around.They were in the middle of a green rolling plain, the undulating hills carpeted with waist high savannah grasses and dotting with scraggily trees here and there. The hot sun of CarterD2007 burned overhead as Cockman looked towards the direction they had come in from. A huge groove was dug into the dark earth, stretching for hundreds of feet towards the horizon. Small brush fires burned and smoldered, trees along the giant runt were sheared in half by tritanium wings. Parts of the ship littered the ground, their shiny metal surfaces glinting in the sunlight.He spotted a small clump of trees about fifty meters away. They looked as good a place as any, so he moved towards them at a brisk pace, careful not to jostle the girl in his arms too much. They needed a place to wait, not only for the suppression gas to dissipate but also due to the still slight risk of explosion. He found a clearing under one of the trees, its coniferous leaves shielding the blistering sun.He lay LuNar down gently, supporting her head. Unzipping her tunic, he felt for a pulse at the neck. There was no pulse. Panic gripped him as he remembered he'd barely passed his Venusian Anatomy course. Taking a chance, he placed his ear to her upper left tit, his face turned away from hers. He relaxed as he was rewarded with the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat as well as her shallow but steady breathing. He also couldn't help but notice how soft her tit felt against his cheek."Cadet Cockman?!"Her shout resounded through his skull as his head jerked up. She had an appalled look on her face."I-I-I was checking your heart!" he stammered, leaning away from her chest as she sat up."I bet you were," she said hotly, eying his crotch with a look of suspicion in her eyes. He looked down and to his dismay found his fly was open. She curtly zipped up her top and seemed to swoon. He noticed a cut on her forehead, a bead of greenish blood trickling down. She attempted to stand but he placed a restraining hand on her shoulder."Easy, Lieutenant, Easy.""I am not easy!" she howled, slapping his hand away. First the boob thing, now this. He only seemed to be making her more and more angry.'Perhaps Venusians don't like to be touched,' he wondered to himself. But she needed medical attention, cultural differences be damned."Ma'am, you're hurt, let me help you," he pleaded, reaching into the Aid kit for antiseptic and gauze. She eyed him warily but at last relented. He delicately dabbed at the cut. It wasn't very deep so she wouldn't need sutures. He removed the backing from a plastic-bandage and gingerly placed it over the cut."There, all better," he said, looking her in the eyes. Again, she seemed to calm down immediately as she spoke."Now it is your turn.""What?"She gestured to his left arm. There was a large tear in the uniform across the bicep, the edges already soaked through with blood. He'd been so worried about her that he hadn't even realized he was injured. He realized it now, though, as he painfully removed his tunic, peeling the sticky sleeve away from the wound. The gash was deep but thankfully the blood had already clotted. Lieutenant  LuNar dabbed at it with the antiseptic cloth. It hurt like the devil and he reflexively jerked away."Hold still," she commanded, gripping the elbow."Sorry, it just hurts," he whined."Don't be such a chimNar," she scolded."What's a chimNar?""I believe you Terrans call it an in-fant," she stated as she cleaned up his arm. The offended Earthling scowled as he watched her deft fingers apply auto-sutures, wincing as they pulled the wound tightly shut. She sprayed the area with liqui-seal and wrapped the arm in an elastic compress. Lastly, she injected a dose of Omni-biotic into his deltoid with a hypo-spray, giving herself a dose in the neck for good measure."Where'd you learn the Nurse Nightingale routine?" he wondered aloud, flexing the arm. The painkillers were already working."I was first in my field medic class at the Academy," she said proudly, puffing up her chest. Cockman had to restrain his eyes from flickering to the movement."Well, thanks for the patch up.""So I take it we crashed?" she asked, seemingly ignoring his gratitude.'Damn, not even so much as a thank you,' he thought ruefully, 'Stuck up much, lady?'"Unfortunately, Ma'am," he answered as he stood up, replacing his tunic but leaving it unzipped. He then helped her to her feet, "It should be alright to head back for supplies."They moved towards the downed craft, Cockman in the lead. As they came closer, LuNar stopped suddenly, staring towards the cockpit. Thinking she had seen something; he followed her gaze and it took him a moment to realize she was staring with loathing at the Pinup portrait. It was another survivor, her scantily clad blue skin nearly free of blemishes.At last, LuNar huffed, held her head high and stoically strode past Cockman and into the ship. The Earthman cast one last glance at the vulgar Venusian before he too boarded.Feeling TerribleThey spent the rest of the day, which the records they had consulted before the crash said were approximately twenty-six Earth hours, salvaging what supplies they could. The HAB unit was first and was thankfully pretty idiot-proof. It was a self-contained unit that with the simple push of a button would unfurl into a plasticine igloo twenty feet in diameter. They cleared a space for it near the ship and filled it with other essentials. Rations, sleep sleeves, inflatable mattresses, a couple of Zapper pistols, an AC/heat unit; all of it found a home in the small space. The last thing Cockman brought in was a portable, battery powered sub-space radio.With their shelter secure, the next issue was finding a source of water. Luckily, a scout of the area found a pond nearby and a spectro-analysis found the water potable. The pair bedded down for the night, thoroughly exhausted.Eza awoke the next morning feeling terrible, her body aching and throat irritated from the suppressive gas they'd breathed the day before. She lay on her bunk, staring at the ceiling as she thought about the strange dream she'd had. She could not recall the specifics except that it had involved Cadet Cockman and was very pleasant. She looked over at his bunk and became concerned when she saw he was not there, his sleep sleeve neatly rolled up.'Why did he not tell me he was leaving the HAB,' she wondered. It was protocol after all. She saw that he had taken one of the Zapper pistols and she rose to strap the bulbous pistol in a holster that hung low on her wide hips. She walked out into the bright morning sunlight which was already heating up the landscape considerably.She spotted him elbows deep in the manifold of the ship. He appeared to have been up for hours working and as he stood erect, Eza noticed that he was shirtless. His well-defined muscles rippled and flexed as his stretched, absently scratching at his wounded arm. She suddenly felt flush as he bent over once more, his ass shifting in the tight confines of his trousers. Realizing she was staring, she turned away to head back inside when all at once she saw it.Where once had been a disgraceful depiction of a half-naked Venusian was now a large swath of black paint. He had taken the time out to cover the offensive image. Her gaze fell upon him and the rush hit her once more. It was a deep, primal, carnal sensation.'No, not now. Not him,' she thought with a mix of excitement and distress. Her breathing grew laborious as she watched him, a fire beginning to smolder in her core. She fought down the urge as she watched him lay down on his back under the canopy, sweat dribbling down the channels of his chest and abs.He noticed her and waved. Her breath caught in her throat as the wave surged through her, threatening to overwhelm her. She darted back inside, leaning heavily against the interior wall, trying desperately to clamp down on the urge, her loins ablaze. She had felt this before but now it was much more intense. She had to be careful or he might find out.RationsCadet Cockman was getting the distinct impression that Lieutenant  LuNar was ignoring him. Truth be told she was but not for the reason he was thinking. They had spent their second day on planet separately. He busied himself with work on the ship while she had stayed in the HAB, reading her holopad which had also survived the crash.Now it was evening, and they sat on their bunks eating their assigned rations. Cockman shoveled another spoonful of glop into his mouth that the label claimed was tuna noodle surprise, the surprise being it was moderately palatable despite looking like Martian yak barf. LuNar, meanwhile, was eating what looked like split-pea soup out of a collapsible, self-heating bowl. She had her back to him, just like she had done each time he was in the room with her. He was starting to feel like he had committed some egregious intergalactic faux pas when she finally put down her bowl and turned to him."Cadet, I wish to apologize for my behavior yesterday. You were only trying to help, and I should not have gotten angry with you.""Think nothing of it, Ma'am," he replied, swallowing another bit of mystery meat, "But in the interests of avoiding a repeat, might I ask what it was I said or did that upset you?""It was not you, it was me. I should not let some stupid nickname both..."She looked away as if suddenly realizing she'd said too much. Now his interest was thoroughly piqued."Nickname, Ma'am?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. He heard her sigh, the tone sounding like a violin string."It is from my Academy days. During my sophomore year, a Terran boy wished to court me, but I had politely declined. He then spread the rumor that Venusian females are promiscuous. So, they started to call me Easy LuNar."Cockman frowned sympathetically. He understood where she was coming from, with a name like Cockman, you learn to expect the dick jokes. He also felt sorry for her. She was an intelligent, dedicated, not to mention exceedingly beautiful woman and did not deserve the ridicule of some callous, sex-hungry asshole."I think Eza is a nice name," he said and found he genuinely meant it."Thank you, Cadet.""Curt. Just call me Curt.""Okay, Kurt," she trilled. Then she smiled for the first time and his heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. The smile widened as she added, "I think that is a nice name as well."Staring at the HolopadOn the morning of the fifth day, Curt awoke to find Eza sitting up in her bed and staring at her holopad with a look of sadness on her blue face. There were tears in her eyes and when she noticed him watching, she hurriedly put away the pad. She turned to wipe away the tears, explaining that she was just not feeling well that day as she headed outside intent upon some nonsensical errand. For some reason the excuse worried him, namely because he knew that Venusians rarely, if ever, got sick.While she was away, Curt stole a peek at her holopad. It was wrong for him to pry into her personal life, but they were in this together. To survive, they both needed to be at the top of their game, not bogged down in depression. Yet what he found now left him feeling hollow. There on the screen, just as she had left it, was the image of a handsome blue skinned Venusian male.'Her lover,' he surmised, feeling a pang of jealously but immediately chiding himself for it. It made no sense for him to feel that way since he barely knew her and yet the feeling was still there. He also realized his first impressions of her had been all wrong. She wasn't some uptight, bossy, know it all. She was a vibrant, feeling woman and she was homesick.Looking again at the picture, he suddenly felt the need to make her feel better about their predicament.She avoided him most of that day and it wasn't until that evening when she sat staring at her holopad once more that he saw his opening. He spoke up, trying not to sound too gruff and unfeeling."You miss your family, huh?" he asked. She seemed hesitant to respond. Perhaps it was another Venusian taboo."Yes," she said at last, sighing."Anyone in particular?" he asked, secretly dreading the answer."My brother, Edrin," she said, showing him the picture. She was curious about the seeming look of relief on the Earthling's face."Don't worry, we will get you home to him," he assured her."Yes, but not in time.""In time for what?""My hatch date.""Is that anything like a birthday?""Yes," she said, suddenly remembering that unlike her kind, Terrans gave live birth."When is it?""Tomorrow.""Is it wrong for me to ask how old you'll be?""Not at all. Let me think...Venus has a shorter yagra," she said, using the Venusian equivalent for years, "So, eighteen Earth years."Curt was dumbfounded. She seemed so mature, was even a higher rank than him and yet she was barely legal. A thought also occurred to him, but he kept it to himself. He already had everything he needed for it."Well, if it's any consolation, I'd like to wish you a Happy Hatch date.""Thank you, Kurt," she replied, once more tripping over his name.He waited until she fell asleep, then set about on his self-imposed task.The next morning, Eza awoke, feeling depressed knowing that today was her hatch date but that she could not be with her family to celebrate. She especially missed her broodmate, Edrin. As she sat up, she felt her hand brush something hard. She was surprised when she saw what lay on her bed.It was a wood burned etching of Edrin on a piece of stiff bark. The likeness was decent for free hand and she realized with amazement that Curt must have spent all night long on it with only a laser bolt remover to work it. She looked over at him on his bunk.The morning sunlight shone down through the skylight of the dome, alighting upon his handsome face as he slept and she smiled as the stirring swelled once more within her. She realized with satisfaction that she was no longer averse to the feeling.She wanted him.Customs and PracticesThere seemed to be a shift in their dynamic. No longer were they superior and subordinate. They treated each other as equals, though they kept to themselves for the most part. Eza also seemed out of her funk, literally letting her hair down. She began wearing it unencumbered, the long purple locks cascading down in loose ribbons and curls. The change only added to her alien beauty and Curt was finding it harder and harder to concentrate when she was around.Just like now. It was the heat of the day, and he was trying to nap on his bunk. Try as he might, though, he just couldn't help glancing her way every few minutes. She sat on her bunk with her back to him, her feet tucked under her bottom. He could still see her face in profile, the text on the holopad in her lap reflected in her deep green eyes. A smile threatened to curl the edges of her lips. He stared at her hair, imagining running his fingers through it as he kissed her dark, ripe mouth. His eyes traced the sinuous curves of her back, settling on the round bulge of her ass. Her hand seemed to tremble as her fingers scrolled the text. He'd had enough, his curiosity aroused more so than his manhood.

Surviving a Crash.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.As Cadet Cockman regained consciousness, he became aware of two things: the throbbing in his temples and the acrid smell that stung his nose and throat. His blurry vision gradually focused to look about the dimly light cabin. Red emergency lights slowly strobed overhead, bathing the interior in silent pulses of crimson like the inside of a gigantic beating heart. The instrument panel was dead, the viewport a blank oval.Memories of the crash began to surface. The red-hot flames of reentry, the flaring of the landing jets, the rushing up of the ground. His hands still felt the heavy shuddering of the yoke, his ears still heard the terrible sounds of rending and tearing metal as they struck. Despite his best efforts, they had come in too fast and at too sharp an angle. The last thing he recalled before darkness was the lieutenant reaching to hold his hand.He turned his head and pain shot up his neck. His whole spine felt compressed from the violent bouncing as their ship had skipped like a stone. The Venusian was unconscious, her head flopped forward. The loose strands of purple that hide her face were turned an eerie black and he couldn't tell if she was breathing. When he took a deep breath of his own, he began violently coughing.All at once his mind realized the danger. The smell was the fire suppression system, designed to prevent the rocket from blowing up in the event of a crash. He had to get them out of there, the gas could be lethal if breathed in for too long.Slapping his harness release, he stood up wearily. His body ached, particularly the areas where the straps had covered him. He released LuNar from her seat and lifted her small frame over his shoulder. Her body was limp but still warm. He hoped it was a good sign as he carried her to the exit, snatching an Aid kit from the wall with his free hand, the other wrapped around her slender thighs.Lifting the cover, he punched the emergency hatch button, air hissing as the door fell open. Harsh sunlight streaked inside, forcing him to shield his eyes. He clamored through the hatch with his burden and stood on a raise mound of dirt to look around.They were in the middle of a green rolling plain, the undulating hills carpeted with waist high savannah grasses and dotting with scraggily trees here and there. The hot sun of CarterD2007 burned overhead as Cockman looked towards the direction they had come in from. A huge groove was dug into the dark earth, stretching for hundreds of feet towards the horizon. Small brush fires burned and smoldered, trees along the giant runt were sheared in half by tritanium wings. Parts of the ship littered the ground, their shiny metal surfaces glinting in the sunlight.He spotted a small clump of trees about fifty meters away. They looked as good a place as any, so he moved towards them at a brisk pace, careful not to jostle the girl in his arms too much. They needed a place to wait, not only for the suppression gas to dissipate but also due to the still slight risk of explosion. He found a clearing under one of the trees, its coniferous leaves shielding the blistering sun.He lay LuNar down gently, supporting her head. Unzipping her tunic, he felt for a pulse at the neck. There was no pulse. Panic gripped him as he remembered he'd barely passed his Venusian Anatomy course. Taking a chance, he placed his ear to her upper left tit, his face turned away from hers. He relaxed as he was rewarded with the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat as well as her shallow but steady breathing. He also couldn't help but notice how soft her tit felt against his cheek."Cadet Cockman?!"Her shout resounded through his skull as his head jerked up. She had an appalled look on her face."I-I-I was checking your heart!" he stammered, leaning away from her chest as she sat up."I bet you were," she said hotly, eying his crotch with a look of suspicion in her eyes. He looked down and to his dismay found his fly was open. She curtly zipped up her top and seemed to swoon. He noticed a cut on her forehead, a bead of greenish blood trickling down. She attempted to stand but he placed a restraining hand on her shoulder."Easy, Lieutenant, Easy.""I am not easy!" she howled, slapping his hand away. First the boob thing, now this. He only seemed to be making her more and more angry.'Perhaps Venusians don't like to be touched,' he wondered to himself. But she needed medical attention, cultural differences be damned."Ma'am, you're hurt, let me help you," he pleaded, reaching into the Aid kit for antiseptic and gauze. She eyed him warily but at last relented. He delicately dabbed at the cut. It wasn't very deep so she wouldn't need sutures. He removed the backing from a plastic-bandage and gingerly placed it over the cut."There, all better," he said, looking her in the eyes. Again, she seemed to calm down immediately as she spoke."Now it is your turn.""What?"She gestured to his left arm. There was a large tear in the uniform across the bicep, the edges already soaked through with blood. He'd been so worried about her that he hadn't even realized he was injured. He realized it now, though, as he painfully removed his tunic, peeling the sticky sleeve away from the wound. The gash was deep but thankfully the blood had already clotted. Lieutenant  LuNar dabbed at it with the antiseptic cloth. It hurt like the devil and he reflexively jerked away."Hold still," she commanded, gripping the elbow."Sorry, it just hurts," he whined."Don't be such a chimNar," she scolded."What's a chimNar?""I believe you Terrans call it an in-fant," she stated as she cleaned up his arm. The offended Earthling scowled as he watched her deft fingers apply auto-sutures, wincing as they pulled the wound tightly shut. She sprayed the area with liqui-seal and wrapped the arm in an elastic compress. Lastly, she injected a dose of Omni-biotic into his deltoid with a hypo-spray, giving herself a dose in the neck for good measure."Where'd you learn the Nurse Nightingale routine?" he wondered aloud, flexing the arm. The painkillers were already working."I was first in my field medic class at the Academy," she said proudly, puffing up her chest. Cockman had to restrain his eyes from flickering to the movement."Well, thanks for the patch up.""So I take it we crashed?" she asked, seemingly ignoring his gratitude.'Damn, not even so much as a thank you,' he thought ruefully, 'Stuck up much, lady?'"Unfortunately, Ma'am," he answered as he stood up, replacing his tunic but leaving it unzipped. He then helped her to her feet, "It should be alright to head back for supplies."They moved towards the downed craft, Cockman in the lead. As they came closer, LuNar stopped suddenly, staring towards the cockpit. Thinking she had seen something; he followed her gaze and it took him a moment to realize she was staring with loathing at the Pinup portrait. It was another survivor, her scantily clad blue skin nearly free of blemishes.At last, LuNar huffed, held her head high and stoically strode past Cockman and into the ship. The Earthman cast one last glance at the vulgar Venusian before he too boarded.Feeling TerribleThey spent the rest of the day, which the records they had consulted before the crash said were approximately twenty-six Earth hours, salvaging what supplies they could. The HAB unit was first and was thankfully pretty idiot-proof. It was a self-contained unit that with the simple push of a button would unfurl into a plasticine igloo twenty feet in diameter. They cleared a space for it near the ship and filled it with other essentials. Rations, sleep sleeves, inflatable mattresses, a couple of Zapper pistols, an AC/heat unit; all of it found a home in the small space. The last thing Cockman brought in was a portable, battery powered sub-space radio.With their shelter secure, the next issue was finding a source of water. Luckily, a scout of the area found a pond nearby and a spectro-analysis found the water potable. The pair bedded down for the night, thoroughly exhausted.Eza awoke the next morning feeling terrible, her body aching and throat irritated from the suppressive gas they'd breathed the day before. She lay on her bunk, staring at the ceiling as she thought about the strange dream she'd had. She could not recall the specifics except that it had involved Cadet Cockman and was very pleasant. She looked over at his bunk and became concerned when she saw he was not there, his sleep sleeve neatly rolled up.'Why did he not tell me he was leaving the HAB,' she wondered. It was protocol after all. She saw that he had taken one of the Zapper pistols and she rose to strap the bulbous pistol in a holster that hung low on her wide hips. She walked out into the bright morning sunlight which was already heating up the landscape considerably.She spotted him elbows deep in the manifold of the ship. He appeared to have been up for hours working and as he stood erect, Eza noticed that he was shirtless. His well-defined muscles rippled and flexed as his stretched, absently scratching at his wounded arm. She suddenly felt flush as he bent over once more, his ass shifting in the tight confines of his trousers. Realizing she was staring, she turned away to head back inside when all at once she saw it.Where once had been a disgraceful depiction of a half-naked Venusian was now a large swath of black paint. He had taken the time out to cover the offensive image. Her gaze fell upon him and the rush hit her once more. It was a deep, primal, carnal sensation.'No, not now. Not him,' she thought with a mix of excitement and distress. Her breathing grew laborious as she watched him, a fire beginning to smolder in her core. She fought down the urge as she watched him lay down on his back under the canopy, sweat dribbling down the channels of his chest and abs.He noticed her and waved. Her breath caught in her throat as the wave surged through her, threatening to overwhelm her. She darted back inside, leaning heavily against the interior wall, trying desperately to clamp down on the urge, her loins ablaze. She had felt this before but now it was much more intense. She had to be careful or he might find out.RationsCadet Cockman was getting the distinct impression that Lieutenant  LuNar was ignoring him. Truth be told she was but not for the reason he was thinking. They had spent their second day on planet separately. He busied himself with work on the ship while she had stayed in the HAB, reading her holopad which had also survived the crash.Now it was evening, and they sat on their bunks eating their assigned rations. Cockman shoveled another spoonful of glop into his mouth that the label claimed was tuna noodle surprise, the surprise being it was moderately palatable despite looking like Martian yak barf. LuNar, meanwhile, was eating what looked like split-pea soup out of a collapsible, self-heating bowl. She had her back to him, just like she had done each time he was in the room with her. He was starting to feel like he had committed some egregious intergalactic faux pas when she finally put down her bowl and turned to him."Cadet, I wish to apologize for my behavior yesterday. You were only trying to help, and I should not have gotten angry with you.""Think nothing of it, Ma'am," he replied, swallowing another bit of mystery meat, "But in the interests of avoiding a repeat, might I ask what it was I said or did that upset you?""It was not you, it was me. I should not let some stupid nickname both..."She looked away as if suddenly realizing she'd said too much. Now his interest was thoroughly piqued."Nickname, Ma'am?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. He heard her sigh, the tone sounding like a violin string."It is from my Academy days. During my sophomore year, a Terran boy wished to court me, but I had politely declined. He then spread the rumor that Venusian females are promiscuous. So, they started to call me Easy LuNar."Cockman frowned sympathetically. He understood where she was coming from, with a name like Cockman, you learn to expect the dick jokes. He also felt sorry for her. She was an intelligent, dedicated, not to mention exceedingly beautiful woman and did not deserve the ridicule of some callous, sex-hungry asshole."I think Eza is a nice name," he said and found he genuinely meant it."Thank you, Cadet.""Curt. Just call me Curt.""Okay, Kurt," she trilled. Then she smiled for the first time and his heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. The smile widened as she added, "I think that is a nice name as well."Staring at the HolopadOn the morning of the fifth day, Curt awoke to find Eza sitting up in her bed and staring at her holopad with a look of sadness on her blue face. There were tears in her eyes and when she noticed him watching, she hurriedly put away the pad. She turned to wipe away the tears, explaining that she was just not feeling well that day as she headed outside intent upon some nonsensical errand. For some reason the excuse worried him, namely because he knew that Venusians rarely, if ever, got sick.While she was away, Curt stole a peek at her holopad. It was wrong for him to pry into her personal life, but they were in this together. To survive, they both needed to be at the top of their game, not bogged down in depression. Yet what he found now left him feeling hollow. There on the screen, just as she had left it, was the image of a handsome blue skinned Venusian male.'Her lover,' he surmised, feeling a pang of jealously but immediately chiding himself for it. It made no sense for him to feel that way since he barely knew her and yet the feeling was still there. He also realized his first impressions of her had been all wrong. She wasn't some uptight, bossy, know it all. She was a vibrant, feeling woman and she was homesick.Looking again at the picture, he suddenly felt the need to make her feel better about their predicament.She avoided him most of that day and it wasn't until that evening when she sat staring at her holopad once more that he saw his opening. He spoke up, trying not to sound too gruff and unfeeling."You miss your family, huh?" he asked. She seemed hesitant to respond. Perhaps it was another Venusian taboo."Yes," she said at last, sighing."Anyone in particular?" he asked, secretly dreading the answer."My brother, Edrin," she said, showing him the picture. She was curious about the seeming look of relief on the Earthling's face."Don't worry, we will get you home to him," he assured her."Yes, but not in time.""In time for what?""My hatch date.""Is that anything like a birthday?""Yes," she said, suddenly remembering that unlike her kind, Terrans gave live birth."When is it?""Tomorrow.""Is it wrong for me to ask how old you'll be?""Not at all. Let me think...Venus has a shorter yagra," she said, using the Venusian equivalent for years, "So, eighteen Earth years."Curt was dumbfounded. She seemed so mature, was even a higher rank than him and yet she was barely legal. A thought also occurred to him, but he kept it to himself. He already had everything he needed for it."Well, if it's any consolation, I'd like to wish you a Happy Hatch date.""Thank you, Kurt," she replied, once more tripping over his name.He waited until she fell asleep, then set about on his self-imposed task.The next morning, Eza awoke, feeling depressed knowing that today was her hatch date but that she could not be with her family to celebrate. She especially missed her broodmate, Edrin. As she sat up, she felt her hand brush something hard. She was surprised when she saw what lay on her bed.It was a wood burned etching of Edrin on a piece of stiff bark. The likeness was decent for free hand and she realized with amazement that Curt must have spent all night long on it with only a laser bolt remover to work it. She looked over at him on his bunk.The morning sunlight shone down through the skylight of the dome, alighting upon his handsome face as he slept and she smiled as the stirring swelled once more within her. She realized with satisfaction that she was no longer averse to the feeling.She wanted him.Customs and PracticesThere seemed to be a shift in their dynamic. No longer were they superior and subordinate. They treated each other as equals, though they kept to themselves for the most part. Eza also seemed out of her funk, literally letting her hair down. She began wearing it unencumbered, the long purple locks cascading down in loose ribbons and curls. The change only added to her alien beauty and Curt was finding it harder and harder to concentrate when she was around.Just like now. It was the heat of the day, and he was trying to nap on his bunk. Try as he might, though, he just couldn't help glancing her way every few minutes. She sat on her bunk with her back to him, her feet tucked under her bottom. He could still see her face in profile, the text on the holopad in her lap reflected in her deep green eyes. A smile threatened to curl the edges of her lips. He stared at her hair, imagining running his fingers through it as he kissed her dark, ripe mouth. His eyes traced the sinuous curves of her back, settling on the round bulge of her ass. Her hand seemed to tremble as her fingers scrolled the text. He'd had enough, his curiosity aroused more so than his manhood.

Ep 455 - We're wrapping up 2024 with a full episode of questions, comments, and games from our community. Inquiries into EZA, dreams of dormant franchises, heartfelt messages, shameless trolling, and more review phrases are all on the table. (0:00) - Intro (0:56) - Abilities in Real Life (19:20) - Wave Race Dreams (24:37) - Bad Discs (36:55) - Last Sign of Life (1:01:47) - Bloodworth's Musical Expertise? (1:06:34) - Hard Hitting Emotions (1:10:42) - Blackout Pastimes (1:12:56) - Community Support (1:15:06) - Meet & Greets (1:20:33) - Accidental Improvement (1:25:16) - A Word From Our Sponsors (1:26:49) - I Hated Them, Until... (1:40:35) - 2024 Turkey Redeemed (1:41:51) - Intentional Trolling (1:46:32) - Audio Advice (1:50:48) - GTA VI Hopes (1:53:13) - Game: Signature Review Phrases (2:09:24) - Old and Grey (2:11:51) - End of Service (2:16:30) - Or Wars (2:22:31) - Closing Go to https://www.shopify.com/allies for a one-dollar-per-month trial period to grow your business–no matter what stage you're in.

There's been a bit of a shakeup this week, with Torvalds criticizing Docker, Rustls dominating the TLS performance war, and Intel releasing a graphics card while "retiring" their CEO. Then, Flathub and KDE are working on their finances, OpenVPN has modernized its kernel driver, and Steam Machines may be back! Oh, and don't forget OBS 31 or the potential security issue with OpenWRT! For tips, we have eza as an ls replacement, pv for pipe progress viewing, IMSProg for EEPROM hacking, and HandlePowerKey for customizing what your machine does when you hit the power button. Grab the show notes at https://bit.ly/4gl1VtB and enjoy! Host: Jonathan Bennett Co-Hosts: Rob Campbell, David Ruggles, and Jeff Massie Want access to the video version and exclusive features? Become a member of Club TWiT today! https://twit.tv/clubtwit Club TWiT members can discuss this episode and leave feedback in the Club TWiT Discord.

If you're looking for inspiration or insight into what it truly takes to make it on YouTube or break into the music industry, then this is the episode you've been waiting for. In this latest BTY episode, I sit down with Don Riskyy, a rapidly rising YouTuber known for his sharp and engaging music video reactions and his growing influence as an aspiring music manager. Don Riskyy has made a name for himself by blending his love for music with his ability to connect with audiences, delivering entertaining and insightful commentary on the latest tracks and artists.This is not the first time we've had Don Riskyy on the show. His debut appearance was alongside his friend Gerald, where we talked about their entrepreneurial journey with their clothing brand, Art of Passion Apparel. But this time, we're taking things further. We dive deep into Don's personal journey—from how he built his presence on YouTube to how he's leveraging that momentum to step into the role of a music manager, working with emerging talents. We also discuss the challenges of being a content creator in an increasingly competitive space and the strategies Don used to keep pushing forward, even when the results weren't immediate.We also get into some exciting conversations about the future of hip-hop and the artists who are next in line for the spotlight. Don shines a light on Lyrical Joe, one of the most promising up-and-coming rappers, and offers his perspective on why artists like him deserve more recognition and respect in the industry. Throughout the episode, Don shares valuable insights on what it takes to stand out, build a personal brand, and remain true to your passion, whether you're an artist, content creator, or entrepreneur.This episode is packed with practical advice for anyone just starting out, especially for those who feel like they're not seeing results fast enough. Don speaks on the importance of perseverance, knowing when to double down on your dreams, and when it might be time to pivot. We also touch on the power of surrounding yourself with the right people—your circle of friends who push you to be better—and how this network can be a key factor in your success.Whether you're an aspiring YouTuber, an artist trying to break into the music industry, or just someone looking to carve out their own path in life, Don's story will resonate with you. There's so much to learn from his journey, and this episode is full of gems that can help you level up your game.Tune in for an inspiring conversation about hustle, resilience, and the future of music and content creation!

Ep 426 - Summer Game Fest is here! Kyle is here! Damiani is here! One of our longest episodes ever is here! Time stamps gotta come later, sorry. Go to https://www.shopify.com/allies for a one-dollar-per-month trial period to grow your business–no matter what stage you're in. Get 20% Off + Free Shipping, with the code EZA at Manscaped.com.

Es gilt noch vielfache diskriminierende und rassistische Denkmuster zu „verlernen“.

Im Gespräch mit den Preisträger/innen für herausragende wissenschaftliche Leistungen auf dem Gebiet der Entwicklungsforschung. 29.03.24

On this episode Chris and Ben are joined by Jordan from ‘Tales From Beyond The Galaxy' and Chad to discuss “Far, Far Away” and “Dreams And Madness”, the sixth and seventh episodes of ‘Star Wars: Ahsoka'. They dive into all the big reveals, including Peridea, Nightsisters, Thrawn, Eza, Night Troopers, and more! Chris also takes some time to share what he learned at the premiere of the new Star Wars Holiday Special documentary “A Disturbance In The Force”. Plus; who could possibly play Baylan Skoll after Ray Stevenson? Is it time for a Japanese Star Wars film? And how many Star Wars series are we actually getting next year? Watch and/or listen for all of that and more!

  On this episode Chris and Ben are joined by Jordan from ‘Tales From Beyond The Galaxy' and Chad to discuss “Far, Far Away” and “Dreams And Madness”, the sixth and seventh episodes of ‘Star Wars: Ahsoka'. They dive into all the big reveals, including Peridea, Nightsisters, Thrawn, Eza, Night Troopers, and more! Chris also takes some time to share what he learned at the premiere of the new Star Wars Holiday Special documentary “A Disturbance In The Force”. Plus; who could possibly play Baylan Skoll after Ray Stevenson? Is it time for a Japanese Star Wars film? And how many Star Wars series are we *actually* getting next year? Watch and/or listen for all of that and more! Join the Star Wars Underworld Network DiscordSubscribe on YouTubeSubscribe on SpotifySubscribe and Review on Apple Podcasts Facebook: www.facebook.com/swunderworld Twitter: @TheSWU Email: swunderworld@gmail.com

Kazanırsın her dem böyle Sabrederek sabrederek. Ulaşırsın emeline Sabrederek sabrederek. ***** Eza verir bak kuluna Dayanırsa bu oyuna Kazanırlar hep boyuna Sabrederek sabrederek. Sabrın sonu selamettir Bu belli bir âkîbettir Mükâfatlar elbet gelir Sabrederek sabrederek. Bu böyledir hem bilesin Hakk'tan geldi hep diyesin Bundan sonra hamdedesin Sabrederek sabrederek. Ahmet sen de sabredesin Elbet bir gün göreceksin Sonunda sen güleceksin Sabrederek sabrederek.

Das UN-Jahr des „Internationales Dialogs als Friedensgarantie“ ist in einer Zeit von multiplen Krisen und Kriegen ein wichtiges Thema auf der Agenda der Vereinten Nationen. Das Protokoll der letzten Vollversammlung der Vereinten Nationen trug den schönen Titel „Culture of Peace“. Ein genauer Blick auf die Länder der Weltgemeinschaft mit repressiven Regimen zeigt, dass diese vermehrt militärische, physische und psychische Gewalt zur Unterdrückung der Grund- u. Menschenrechte einsetzen. Vier der fünf „Großen“ im UN-Sicherheitsrat sind sogenannte „Atommächte“ und weitere verfügen über Massenvernichtungswaffen. Die wichtigste Friedensgarantie ist eine Welt ohne Atomwaffen. Doch das „nukleare Tabu“ wird derzeit mittels nuklearer Drohungen in Frage gestellt. Es kann aber keine Kultur des Friedens geben, solange Herrschende Dialoge der Gewalt als politische Praxis verstehen. Zur allgegenwärtigen bedrohlichen militärischen Dimension kommen externe Faktoren, die auch kein friedliches Klima bedingen. Umweltkatastrophen und damit einhergehend Armut, Vertreibung, Flucht und Hungersnöte. Kulturen des Krieges, der Ausbeutung und Zerstörung bieten keine Lösungen, sondern steigern menschliches und ökologisches Leid. Humanitäre Organisationen, EZA, Wissenschaft und Zivilgesellschaft sind wichtige Verbündete für die Friedensgarantie. Ein Beispiel für internationalen Dialog ist das österreichische akademische Programm APPEAR – gefördert aus Mitteln der OEZA und vom OeAD implementiert. Seine entwicklungspolitischen Leitlinien sind aktueller denn je: Partizipation, Kooperation, Zusammenarbeit auf Augenhöhe, gemeinsames Forschen und Lehren als Friedensprojekt! Für den Frieden und für nachhaltige Entwicklungen im Einsatz – und aus traurigem aktuellem Anlass der verheerenden Erdbeben in Syrien und der Türkei – ist das Österreichische und Internationale Rote Kreuz als eines der weltweit größten humanitären Netzwerke mit unterschiedlichen Akteuren, allen voran der Zivilgesellschaft. Gestaltung und Moderation: Maiada Hadaia (für den Sendungsinhalt verantwortlich) Gast: Walter Hajek, Leiter für den Bereich Einsatz und Internationale Zusammenarbeit beim Österreichischen Roten KreuzMusik: Jamedo Matt Confusion - Pride; Boom Boom Beckett-Salsa di Soy; SaReGaMa-For Danielle _Kalimba Solo; SaReGaMa-Fly Agaric Trance; Q _ s a l i v a-Terra Inteira.

The left wants you to live your truth and express your pronouns. They even are ok with you you saying you're neither a male or female and wanting the plural pronouns used for you. Tonight's episdoe we look at actor Eza Miller and why playing the pronoun game with him might have help fuel a monster.

Tá an t-árthach Taighde Spáinneach, VIZconde de Eza, i mbun suirbhéireachta faoi láthair in Oitir Toirc, nó sa Bhanc Porcupine, lena dhéanamh amach, cén sórt iasc atá ar fáil sa gceantar farraige amach ó Chósta Thiar.

My quick warmup mix from a fun deep/hypnotic/pounding techno b2b2b with Cult of Minerva (@cult-of-minerva), streamed 2021-12-23 on Twitch. twitch.tv/Quinquatrus Tracklist: 01. Atomic moog - Chasing Blue 02. Vanta - Apophany 03. Di.Capa - Space Alarm 04. Edward Bei - Natron 05. Skjöld - Dunes 06. TAKAAKI ITOH - Rig 3 (Svarog Remix) 07. Atomic moog - Static Flow (Rework) 08. Eamo - Pleiadian (Samsqn Remix) 09. Jamida - Mirah 10. Petit Astronaute & Justine Perry - Swell 11. Archivist - Psion 12. Cauê - Animismo Natural 13. Van Morph - Magna Carta 14. Ness - Bionic Harp 15. Edward Bei - Torsion Field 16. Uun - No Self 17. Petrou - Une 18. ERR0R - Ketamine 19. Ezaüf - Ganymede 20. Asllan - Cavalry 21. A Thousand Details - Kiavk 22. Uran - Windy City (Lakej Remix) 23. Metrocat - Kill Jester (Slowlife Remix) 24. Aucuba Replica - Uru

Tis the season to share a little love and respect. We celebrate the NPDs, award our Starring Roles, and take an episode's worth of community questions. 00:01:34 - The Starring Role Awards 00:11:24 - November 2021 NPDs 00:20:54 - L&R - Personal convention traditions 00:24:28 - L&R - Taking game appreciation further 00:28:37 - L&R - Let's celebrate the LOTR trilogy 00:34:17 - L&R - Excellent minor details 00:36:20 - L&R - Regrettable gaming purchases 00:39:06 - L&R - What about open-linear games? 00:41:59 - L&R - If you're going to play only one 00:44:51 - A Word From Our Sponsors 00:50:39 - L&R - What's with Game Pass and Japan? 00:54:07 - L&R - Too down to enjoy a good game? 00:56:11 - L&R - Schedule-pivoting announcements 00:58:36 - L&R - Character-based PvP morality? 01:02:23 - L&R - Stuck with EZA games? 01:10:47 - Or Wars 01:14:09 - Closing Go to http://hellofresh.com/allies14 and use code allies14 for up to 14 free meals AND 3 free gifts. Go to http://betterhelp.com/allies to get 10% off your first month of BetterHelp. Go to http://getquip.com/allies to get your first refill free.

In this episode, Eza and I talk about the reptilians, Tartaria, foundlings, COVID, and the hollow earth.  Check out Eza's social media: IG: @petyr32 Please don't forget to shoot us a comment, rating, and follow us on social media! Check out our website at www.thejuanonjuanpodcast.com IG: @thejuanonjuanpodcast Twitter: @thejuanonjuanpd TIKTOK: @thejuanonjuanpodcast YT: "The Juan on Juan Podcast" Stake your Cardano with us at FIGHT POOL at fightpool.io! Thank you for tuning in!

In this episode Niko talks watches, design and cool news with Adriaan Trampe from EZA watches

Eza Israel is a member of Elite Toastmasters and presents on leadership, financial planning, marketing, and motivation. In this episode, Eza discusses how he got started in Toastmasters and the benefits of being a member. He also shares his experiences as a member of the District 3 Speakers Bureau. Contact Eza at ezaisrael1@gmail.com or by phone at (347) 543-5333. (Recorded August 13, 2021)

Miguel Escolano Pujol es biólogo marino, cruzo el Atlántico en el buque oceanográfico “Bizconde de Eza”. Embarcaron en Vigo y atracaron en la isla de Labrador en Canadá .Miguel además de espíritu marinero tiene alma de trotamundos y donde desembarca se hace largos trayectos por tierra para conocer mundo. Txell Feixas es corresponsal en Oriente Medio con residencia en Beirut.Publica el libro “Mujeres valientes" sobre la revolución femenina en el mundo árabe. Iñaki García Uribe, estudioso de la cultura montañera, nos habla de las apariciones marianas en la montaña y en la tradición. ...

Haben Sie gewusst, dass in Österreich pro Kopf und Jahr, 8 kg Kaffee konsumiert wird. Das sind rund 3 Tassen täglich. Ein Grund einmal hinter die Kulissen einer der größeren Kaffeeimporteure Österreichs zu schauen. Die EZA Fairer Handel, vor den Toren Salzburgs ist eine österreichische Firma, die bereits vor 30 Jahren Mitbegründer des Qualitätssiegel „Fair Trade“ war. Was macht eigentlich einen guten Kaffee aus? Was ist bei der Röstung zu beachten? Und schließlich – wie sehen die Arbeitsbedingungen der Ernte-Arbeiterinnen und Arbeiter in den Ländern des Südens aus? Fragen die ich Franz Denk, Einkäufer und Qualitätsmanager bei der EZA, stelle. Freuen Sie sich auf diesen röstfrischen Podcast – und hören Sie rein.

A story of courage, perseverance and bare-knuckle fighting.    From seven years detained on Manus Island... to elite fighting in America... this is the story of Ezatullah Kakar    Two weeks ago, Ezatullah stepped into the ring for his first fight in America's Bare Knuckle Fighting Championship... and he won in 33 seconds!!!   Eza joins us from the US to talk about his journey.  We're also joined by the former Socceroo, Craig Foster to talk about Australia's refugee program – and our lost opportunities.   Ezatullah was a champion kickboxer in Pakistan before violence in his region forced him to get on a boat from Malaysia in 2013. He arrived when we started turning boats around.  This is his story.   TODAY'S HEADLINES Budget: government warns size of NDIS funding ‘unsustainable' First round of India legal challenge dismissed Rocket attacks in Israel/Gaza De belin to face court again after trial stalemate Nepal asks Everest climbers for oxygen tanks OR watch Today's Headlines on YouTube: http://bit.ly/TheBriefingSUBSCRIBE  Follow The Briefing Instagram: @thebriefingpodcast  Facebook: TheBriefingNewsAU Twitter: @TheBriefingAU  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Wir haben hier uns über einiges unterhalten, Persönlichkeitsentwicklung, Ego, Religion, Leben im allgemeinen und auch über die Situation heute. Stefan A. Scherer hat es sich auch nicht nehmen lassen, mir bzw. uns ein kleines Highlight aus seinem Coachings weiterzugben.  Hört rein, es wurde eine tolle Interview-Folge! :) Ich freue mich auf Dein Feedback dazu...  Den Stefan könnt Ihr am besten hier erreichen: Ausbildungs- und Behandlungsinfo Webseite: www.ganzheitliches-therapiekonzept.de. Für schriftliche Anfragen per E-Mail: info@ganzheitliches-therapiekonzept.de Telefonische Auskünfte über 08104/639790 (Achtung AB; ich rufe zurück).  ********************************************************************* In eigener Sache, wie Du vielleicht weißt, bekleide ich Menschen um sie dabei zu unterstützen die 4 Lebenskonten auszugleichen. Zeit Emotionen Geld und Gesundheit Diese Konten sollten für ein glückliches Leben im Ausgleich sein! Nachfolgend für Dich ein paar meiner Tools, mit denen ich arbeite. Wenn Du Dich davon etwas anspricht, kontaktiere mich gerne! Biohacking:   Du willst wieder jünger und leistungsfähiger werden?   https://detox-home.com  https://dnarepair.com https://biohacking.mynuskin.com   ...oder endlich mit Keto starten?   https://lazyketo.com   Du suchst noch eine Anlageform, dann habe ich hier einen funkelnden Geheimtipp: Sicherer als Gold - Osmium Nichts ist so sicher wie Gold. Registriere Dich kosten los und kaufe Gold direkt von der Mine!  Gold-Direkt Die Zunkuft ist sicher in der Krypto-Welt zu finden, da habe ich für mich einen verlässlichen Partner gefunden: Blockchain-Revolution ...und wenn Du noch nie in Schweinfurt warst oder einfach eine schöne Unterkunft suchst, dann komm hier hin. Executive Living Schweinfurt  ********************************************************************* Transcription: 004 - RBT - S.A.Scherer (Teil1).mp3 Speaker1: [00:00:19] Ja, sehr. Guten Morgen, Stefan, grüßte ich lange nichts mehr zu sehen. Schön, dass es geklappt hat. Schön, dass du hier bist. In meinem kleinen Podcast hier am Reißbrett Talk. Herzlich willkommen. Stell dich mal kurz vor, Stefan. Was macht denn der Stefan? A Punkt. Scheerer So in seiner Freizeit, Speaker2: [00:00:37] In meiner Freizeit. Also zunächst mal erst einmal Herzlichen Dank, Frank, dass du mich eingeladen hast. Grüße ich da, wo du auch immer bist. Was ich in meiner Freizeit mach. Meine Freizeit ist dann schließlich auch mein Beruf. Ich mach alles. Ist jetzt alles dran, den Menschen etwas rüberzubringen? Im Bereich Persönlichkeitsentwicklung, Potenziale, Entfaltung ist es einfach mein Steckenpferd. Und das schon seit Jahrzehnten. Ja, ja, Speaker1: [00:01:01] Geil, das weiß ich ja auch von dir, Stefan. Und unvergessen auch für mich der Nussecken-Vortrag. Also wir nus Schnecken Vortrag, wie du es auch aufgezeichnet hast. Die Potenzial Entfaltung. Magst du darüber vielleicht kurz was berichten, was denn diese Nuss Schnecken Technik beinhaltet? Speaker2: [00:01:18] Ja, Gott, das ist ja keine Technik als solche, sondern einfach nur ein Schaubild im Außen, das der Mensch einmal versteht, was er mit was er sich identifiziert, was er aber überhaupt nicht ist. Also ich kann das ja erklären, wie du wahrscheinlich auch wie Milliarden und Abermilliarden von Menschen vor uns ein bisschen auf die Welt gekommen. Ja, und früher war es ja noch so, da ist man an den Füßen gepackt, man wird nach der Geburt hat eine hinten drauf gekriegt und schon hast du dich in diesen paar Sekunden ein Stückchen von deinem Inneren, von deinem göttlichen oder deinem göttlichen Wesenskern, dein Potenzial von deiner Persönlichkeit entfernt. Und dann kommt die Erziehung dazu, die Erziehung durch die Eltern, durch die Großeltern und durch die weitere Bucklige, verwandt durch die weiteren Familienangehörigen. Und wieder entfernst du dich weiter, immer weiter, von deinem Mittelpunkt weg. Dann kommt der Kindergarten, dann kommt die Schule, dann kommt die Ausbildung, dann die ersten Beziehungen, dann das Berufsleben der Arbeitgeber und du entfernst dich. Von dem einen muss es immer so wie mit dem Fingerzeigen von deinem Kern, der du eigentlich bist, entfernst du dich ja immer weiter weg. Und dann bist du jetzt mal hier im Alter von 30, 40, 50 Jahren. Wie auch immer. Und jetzt kommt's. Und du versuchst dich jetzt mit dieser Distanz zu identifizieren, mit dem, was du gelernt hast, was du gemacht hast, mit dem Butte gerügt worden bist, wo du gelobt worden bist, bla bla bla bla bla bla. Und damit identifizieren sich die Menschen. Aber da sind sie gar nichts. Die Menschen sind der da, dieser Kern, dieser ja, ich kann kein anderes Wort finden, außer dieser göttliche Wesenskern, wo alles drinnen ist. Dein. Dein Potential, deine Stärke. Einfach alles. Und dann sagen sie Ja, du, ich bin. Ich bin Professor. Ich bin Lehrer, ich bin Bundeskanzlerin. Das glaubt ist sowieso kein Schwein. Das ist doch bloß die, die die Identifikation. Aber du bist doch der, der du bist, so wie du auf die Welt gekommen bist. Und wenn du das wieder findest, dann gehst du ab wie eine Rakete, dann kommst du in deine Blüte. Speaker1: [00:03:24] Stefan Dazu eine interessante These Was wäre, wenn du plötzlich dein ganzes komplettes Wissen alles erlernte, was du je gelernt hast, vergessen würde? Eine plötzlich nur noch wieder in diesem Kernwerte, also von heute auf morgen oder von jetzt auf nachher wäre das einfach weg. Deine ganzen Erfahrungen gelöscht dein Wissen und erst das Licht nur noch @Stephan ab Punkt Schirra. Speaker2: [00:03:46] Ja, wobei, das ist ja wiederum bloß mein Name. Des bin ich ja gar nicht. Man nennt mich ja nur Stefan. War Pokhara ja, der, der ich wirklich, wirklich bin. Ohne durch das Leben geprägt und verletzt worden zu sein. Da. Oh, da würde ich dann von dieser Sekunde ab in die Blüte kommen. Und wenn ich dann aus diesem Mittelpunkt dann in den weiteren Verlauf der Persönlichkeitsentwicklung komme. Meister mit dem lustigen Prinzip. Da entwickelst du dich erst mal wieder zurück. Das muss man erst einmal finden. Wer bist du wirklich? Wirklich? Und wenn du das dann gefunden hast, das dann weiter auszubauen, größer machen, leuchtender zu machen. Dass du das, dass die Menschen nicht nur nicht geblendet sind, wenn sie dich sehen. Aber im Positiven nicht auf diese. Das hören wir dann schon wieder geworden sein auf dieser Schau mal nicht an, was sie für ein toller Typ bin oder wie auch immer. Darum geht's doch gar nicht in der Liebe, in der Leichtigkeit der zu sein, der ich bin. Ohne dieses Künstliche. Das brauchen wir alles nicht. Es geht darum. Wieder zurück. Der Fortschritt, den wir haben auf diesem Planeten, ist in meiner aus meiner Sicht ein Rückschritt. Weil wir uns von dem entfernen. Von dem, was wir eigentlich. Eigentlich. Ich hasse dieses wort. Was wir können, tun, was wir können, aber es leider verlernt und vergessen haben. Speaker1: [00:05:22] Während das, was ich damit eigentlich ausdrücken wollte, ist, dass man, wenn man es einfach vergisst, also diese ganze Konditionierung von Kindesbeinen an und du plötzlich wieder du selbst bist. Du kannst dir auch diesen Moment ganz anders wahrnehmen. Einfach Interaktion mit Menschen. Also ist das Gespräch mit dir einfach. Oder ich lauf draußen entlang oder ich treffe auf jemanden oder mir passiert irgendwas und du bist ja immer im Vergleich. Also mir geht es zumindest so nicht, wie es dir so geht. Aber ich vergleiche immer eine Situation mit einer vergangenen Situation und bewerte die schon für die Zukunft. Irgendwas ist immer so und so, sondern so ein Prozess. Oder läuft so ein Computer, der irgendwie ständig irgendwie so? Vergleichbar im Vergleich ist einfach und nie rein, nur in diesem Moment, also ganz selten Speaker2: [00:06:06] Ausgezeichnet ausgesprochen Frank. Und es ist tatsächlich so, dass was dem Außen widerfährt, wird da drinnen in dem Hirn Kastel abgetastet. Kommt mir das bekannt vor? Kann ich damit etwas anfangen? Kann ich da was nicht anfangen? Da wird dieser der Abgleich gemacht und daraus kommt dann die Entscheidung. Aber wenn ich in meinem Sein bin, ausschließlich nur in meinem Sein. Dann brauche ich kein Updatet, da brauche ich keinen Vergleich nicht oder wie auch immer. Mensch, und da, wenn du möchtest, würde ich gern mit dir ein kurzes Coaching machen. Eine kurze Therapie, die weniger als eine Minute dauert. Okay, hast da Bock drauf. Speaker1: [00:06:50] Voll, voll von Euros? Speaker2: [00:06:51] Ja, also ja, du weißt doch, ich schneide mir jetzt ins eigene Fleisch. Ich bin aus der Kirche ausgetreten, weil mit diesen Sekten habe möchte ich nichts zu tun haben. Aber ich weiß und bin davon überzeugt, dass es etwas großes Ganzes gibt, was wir nicht verstehen. Irgendwas? Keine Ahnung. Und trotzdem möchte ich etwas zitieren, was in der Bibel drinnen steht. Jesus soll ja mal gesagt gehabt haben Ich bin das. Ich bin. Okay, lass mal! Du brauchst mir nicht nachsprechen. Diesen Satz sagt man dir selbst in deinem Stillen Ich bin das, ich bin nur für dich selbst und fühl mal nach. Und wenn du das verinnerlicht hast, dann lasse mal den zweiten Halbsatz weg, dass ich bin, sondern sag zu dir nur noch. Ich bin. Fühl mal da rein. Und jetzt? Wenn du dann soweit bist. Lasse mal dieses Bin weg! Sag nur noch ich. Und hier geht's nicht ums Ego ich, sondern es geht um dein Zeigens Ich. Und wenn du das gefühlt hast. Dann lass mal das ich weg. Und der bist du, wenn du das Gefühl, wenn ich das bei mir, meinen Coachings, meinen Therapien mache, die Leute, die kriegen einen Schauer über sich drüber laufen, die sagen Oh, wie cool die letzte ich hab. Sie sind ja so riesengroß. Das ist. Da hast du dann auch keine Probleme mehr, Frank. Ja, ja, es ist. Und du kannst diese Biehl, sag ich mal, täglich machen, wann immer du willst. Du sagst dir diesen Satz Ich bin das. Ich bin ich, bin ich. Und dort ist die Schöpferkraft drin, in diesem Nichts, in diesem Nichts, was doch wieder alles ist, was so riesengroß ist, nichts und doch alles. So habe ich schon wieder abgezogen. Speaker1: [00:08:58] Wollen wir ganz kurz machen, weil du schon sagst, du bist aus der Kirche ausgetreten. Also ich bin jetzt auch kein Mitglied mehr dieses Vereins. Und ich sehe es auch ein bisschen differenziert. Tatsächlich. Ich meine, wir sind ja auf einer gewissen Ebene, sind wir beide offen auf dem selben Ding unterwegs, auch informativ oder auch Nachrichtentechnik. Also das wollen wir gar nicht thematisieren, was aktuell die Lage in Deutschland ist. Aber jetzt mal so, dass wir davon ausgehen können, oder? Oder fast in allem sagen können, dass alles was ist, was uns bekannt ist, ist ein 180 grad verdreht worden. Und wenn ich jetzt die katholische Kirche nehme oder auch die evangelische Kirche, wobei ich mich da nicht so gut auskenne. Mir wurde immer beigebracht, als als junger Novize und Schüler und aufstrebender Communion Firmen und was auch immer. Du musst Abbitte für deine Taten, Ablaßhandel, was auch immer es da gibt. Du wirst auf den Scheiterhaufen gestellt. Inkarnation was auch immer. Aber immer im Außen, also immer draußen. Du suchst irgendwo Hilfe oder Erlösung oder zahlst Geld oder tust Buße, um eben von deinem weltlichen Geschehen. Was du gemacht hast, als als als als ich irgendwie erlöst zu werden. Speaker1: [00:10:17] Aber immer im Außen. Also nie. Das heißt reflektiere dich selbst, komm in dich und schau ihn dir hinein. Also wieder einen Blick, der Bei der Kirche kommt es mir halt immer so vor, dass die sich davon wegziehen wollen. Also ist auch diese 180 Grad Wandlung, also diese Drehung, dass wir eigentlich alles in uns haben, also diesen göttlichen Funken im inneren Kern alles wissen. Also ich bin das ich bin. Also wir sind ja alles und nichts im Universum. Also wir beide sind zusammen verschränkt und alles ist eins. Und wenn wir nach innen schauen, die ihnen machen würden, gezielt oder auch darauf konditioniert werden würden, würde uns wahrscheinlich auch das ganze Leben auch viel leichter fallen. Und auch Kommunikation. Wir bräuchten jetzt vielleicht gar nicht diese Geräte, sondern wir könnten einfach so telepathisch uns unterhalten und. Auch da. Ich heiße erfahrbarer Sie. Aber auch da schreitet doch auch schon wieder Zeremonien ein. Also mit der Taufe oder was auch immer. Werden ja auch diverse Sachen auch wieder bei uns blockiert. Einfach nur EULA da drauf zu sprechen. Speaker2: [00:11:28] Also du hast vorhin schon was vom göttlichen Funken zwackt. Ich möchte das erweitern und hoffentlich kann man das auch so richtig verstehen. Wir alle, jeder ist Gott, da ist Gott. Ja und da kann ich dann doch zu einem Gott nicht sagen. Du musst. Ich kann zum Glück nicht sagen Du musst Abbitte leisten, du musst, daßman du musst, daßman ein Gott muss gar nichts machen. Wir sind aber tatsächlich aufgrund der Evolution bedingt so klassisch konditioniert in Richtung Sklaverei gedriftet worden, dass wir uns in diesbezüglich total vergessen haben. Du pass auf, ich bin was visuell DCC. Ich bin kein Schwurbeln oder wie auch immer oder wie die ganzen komischen Worte da heißen. Ich werde auch bald auf einen bestimmten Kanal auf einer bestimmten Plattform an Kanal aufmachen, der da heißt ganzheitlich leben. Weil wir sind nicht nur Spiritualität. Wir sind nicht nur meint, wir sind nicht nur Body. Wir sind nicht nur unsere ganzen ätherischen Körper. Wir sind nicht nur Chakren, wir sind alles, wir sind alles und meint, dies ist dann zu stringent, wenn ich nur in eine einzige Richtung geht. Du kannst spirituell sein wie ein Weltmeister, aber wenn die nichts tut, darf ich es mal so sagen. Wenn ihr nichts mehr zum fressen, nix zu saufen hab und mich jetzt richtig scheiße, dann nutzt mir meine ganze Spiritualität nix. Speaker1: [00:13:03] Oder es ist. Es ist richtig. Speaker2: [00:13:05] Aber ja, oder? Speaker1: [00:13:06] Aber auch der, der das vertrauen in diesen. Diesen unsinn. Diesen. Ist er. In diesem universum. Oder diesen göttlichen funken. Wie auch immer. An das dir immer. Geholfen wird. Was immer. Also es findet dich einfach. Also du. Du wirst irgendwie was. Eine Tür wird sich auftun, da gehst du durch und dann ist wieder dort ein gedeckter Gabentisch für dich. Quasi wenn du der Herr Speaker2: [00:13:30] Frank, du weißt ich, aber du weißt, wie ich denke. Und wenn ich das mal so sagen darf unter dem Aspekt, dass das große Ganze, was wir nicht verstehen, immer alles richtig macht. Das muss man, dann muss man mal den Verstand einfach mal komplett ausschalten, wenn das große Ganze immer alles richtig macht und stirbst. J. Dann stirbst halt ja, weil unter dem großen Kontext. Was immer das auch ist, ist alles richtig. Und jetzt guck doch mal jetzt. Implodiert oder explodiert die Welt, ist es scheißegal und die ganze Menschheit vernichtet. Was meinst du, was das, was die Unendlichkeit des interessiert? Speaker1: [00:14:15] Nicht? Nichts. Speaker2: [00:14:17] Nichts. Wir bilden uns ein, wir Menschen, also nicht Personen. Wir Menschen. Wir sind das non plus ultra in dieser Unendlichkeit. Ja, wie krass essen das denn? Bis wir sind. Wenn man die Unendlichkeit betrachtet, sind wir gar nicht existent. Davon mal abgesehen, wenn ich. Wenn ich die Atomphysik heranziehe, sind wir ja sowieso keine da. Weil wir immer ein Atom. Brutto Neutron Elektron Du weißt, auf was ich raus will Speaker1: [00:14:52] Ich ich weiß nur, dass das Fenske Speaker2: [00:14:55] Nicht Masse ist, sondern Materie. Wir sind ja gar nicht da, weil man Materien Anteil. Der Materien Anteil eines Atoms in Prozent ausgedrückt ist null komma acht Nullen und dann eine Eins. Es ist die Materie und was ist alles andere? Auch die Wissenschaft der Physiker hat die subatomaren Teilchen, die Quarks und wie auch immer. Bla bla bla. Aber grundsätzlich ist da nichts drinnen, außer. [00:15:24] Energie. Ja, ja, ja, ja. Speaker1: [00:15:28] So wahnsinnig, das zu verstehen und das einfach mal zu greifen. Das ist so und das ist ja auch. Es ist ja nicht irgendwie was esoterisch oder spirituelles New Age Gebrabbel, sondern es ist ja Tatsache das es ja, das ist ja Physik. Also es ist ja wirklich wahr. Speaker2: [00:15:44] Für die Kopfschutz ist das ganz wichtig, für den Kopf, was man es beweisen kann. Speaker1: [00:15:49] Und da gibt's so viele verrückte Sachen. Also warnt sind auch. Und da bist du, glaube ich, auch ein bisschen tiefer als ich. Aber dieses Vertrauen darein, dass man eben. Also man nimmt sich viel zu wichtig, um diese Materie, was Sie hier geschaffen haben. Man weiß auch gar nicht, wie weit es überhaupt ist. Ich habe dazu ein dickes Buch gelesen. Ich weiß, die Kette Guttmann vom David Eyck, David Icke. Speaker2: [00:16:15] Ich sage über David Icke, Speaker1: [00:16:17] Über spaßeshalber ICE and Fire, was da alles da packt und da nur die Hälfte davon weiß, was er da schreibt. Dann. Wahnsinn! Auch diese Spiegelung mit der mit der ganzen Welt, die wir hier haben. Und der Film Matrix. Dann hab ich jetzt so kurz nochmal angeschaut. Diese drei Teile kennst du denn du? Speaker2: [00:16:36] Sage und schreibe ich habe ihn noch nie gesehen. Ich habe ihn noch nie gesehen. Ich habe keinen Fernseher zu Hause, kein Radio, keine Zeitungen, keine Magazine, nichts, weil mir der Müll ganz einfach nicht interessiert. Mich interessiert nur der Mensch. Speaker1: [00:16:52] Du weißt schon, dass wir momentan in einer Pandemie leben. Speaker2: [00:16:57] Ach, trinken wir, das ist mir neu. Speaker1: [00:17:03] Okay. Ja, hab ich gestern einen geilen Podcast gehört von Rudi Rüdiger Dahlke, aber eben erzählt, dass es in Zypern gibt's wohl an einen Ort oder Ortschaften. Die wissen nicht, dass eben dieses Thema hier da ist, weil sie eben keine Nachrichten, kein Radio, kein Fernseher und kein verrückt machen lassen. Die essen ihren Ziegenkäse, ihre Oliven fliegen sie vom Baum trinkenden Rotwein, reiben sie mit Olivenöl ein und leben einfach ihr Leben und lassen sich davon gar nicht stören. Und ich sage die Tage immer wieder und auch schon seit über einem Jahr sage ich Bin ich das nicht irgendwo von jemanden gesagt bekommen würde, hätte ich mein Leben auch gar nicht verändert. Also ich wüsste nicht, dass irgendwas ist. Speaker2: [00:17:41] Genau so ist es. Genau so ist es. Da hab ich natürlich in meinen Vorträgen und meinen Coachings in den Firmen mein Richter Prinzip. Auch das kennst du. Es ist total bekannt, das weißt du. Wenn ich einen Trichter habe und ich schütte oben Wasser rein, was kommt unten raus? Wasser. Wenn ich oben Wein rein schütte kommt und Wein raus. Und wenn ich, wenn der Trichter gross genug ist und die Schitt oben Müll und Dreck rein, was kann denn da unten nur anderes rauskommen außer Müll und Dreck? Wenn ich mir jetzt vorstelle, dass dieser Trichter meine Sinnesorgane sind Auge also sehen, riechen, hören, schmecken, spüren, wie auch immer und ich mir dessen bewusst bin, was ich mir alles hinein infiltrierte oder auch auf meiner Haut oder wie auch immer. Dann kann doch da aus meinem Mund nur das rauskommen, mit was ich mich betonplatte oder Frank Unnatürlichkeit? Speaker1: [00:18:34] Natürlich, ja. Speaker2: [00:18:35] Also. Und betone ich mich nicht mit. Wie heißt es etwas, was man gerade hab, wenn ich mich damit nicht beschäftige, dann hab ich das. Jetzt können natürlich wir das auch. Wer du wieder? Also du musst dich doch, du musst, du musst. Ich muss gar nichts ins Radix. Speaker1: [00:18:52] Jetzt auch so für mich. Das ist ja auch. Ich war ja früher mal angestellt und habe da fleißig gearbeitet, auch in diesen berühmten Raad, wo man das so, so wovon ausschaut wie eine Leiter. Da war ich ja immer fleißig und bin zum Teil auch schon um 5 Uhr aufgestanden, um zur Arbeit zu fahren und der erste Schnitt, sondern auch die Frage ist immer was ging es so? Klick den Schalter hoch und dann kam was du die Nachrichten. Dann wurde in Afghanistan wurden wieder drei Menschen erschossen, dort enthauptet und dort, wo er mit einem Verkehrsunfall und da war, ist eine verbrannt. Und war. Das waren meine Nachrichten, die mir da reingegangen sind, immer in meinem Kopf. Noch gar nicht richtig wach, noch im Unterbewusstsein eigentlich. Und da spielt sich mit solchen Informationen. Und dann fährst du freudestrahlend pfeifend zur Arbeit und bist dann im Auto sitzend nach den nächsten Nachrichten schon wieder. Ich meine, zwischen diesen Nachrichten kommt ganz selten auch mal Musik, meistens noch Werbung und wieder Nachrichten. Wenn also das war früher so Gang und gebe diese Sender, du kennst sie ja auch hier bei uns in Bayern, die es da gibt, wo man so hört dann. Ich. Seit Jahren nicht mehr. Das ist komplett aus. Das gibt's gar nicht mehr. Aber wenn du das so siehst wie viele Menschen stehen denn noch so auf oder welche? Wie viele Menschen leben denn so? Ich zahl Rato Gebühren für mein Auto, obwohl ich Radio im Auto gar nicht benutze. Aber du musst bezahlen und viele denken sie da ja nicht so bezahlen. Nützlich auch. Aber lass das lieber aus. Speaker2: [00:20:17] Du weißt ja, ich war auch sehr Auto. Ich darf auch sehr viel Autofahren und mein Auto ist eine rollende Bibliothek. Ich höre mir CDs an, von von allen großen Menschen des Planeten rauf und runter. Kennt man wie Leitmayr etwas Neues kaufen, weil es mir weiß, sich immer wieder wiederholt. Ich höre die CDs zum Zehnten zum 230 Mal an und immer wieder und immer wieder höre ich was Neues für mich heraus, was ich umsetzen kann, was ich anwenden kann, was ich weitergeben kann und dann die Leute Oh, das tut, ich weiß, das ist ja bloß, weil CDs anhört oder sowas, dann weiß ich das auch. Aber das machen sie nicht so, wie du gesagt hast. Wenn ich dafür bezahle, dann will ich auch hören, oder? Aber entschuldige, ich möchte mich halt mal ablenken. Von was denn? Nur von der Realität, von den Ängsten, von den Sorgen und wie die, die da da sind. Ich schaue halt nicht hin. Speaker1: [00:21:15] Und das ist auch alles. Über meine kommen wir von 1 000. Ich habe früher als kleiner, als kleiner Pub, wo ich noch zuhause mit meinen Eltern fand, geschaut habe Bücher aufgewachsener Cubs, dann irgendwann die ersten Seifen Ubers. Gute Zeiten, schlechte Zeiten. War das hart? Hat geschaut. Habe ich was übersehen? Aber frag mich, denn die waren ja dann auch. Irgendwann hab ich das dann verhindert. Blickt oder auch geschnallt. Und es wurde ja dann vor dem Toma war das glaube ich der Chef wieder damals. Ist das auch egal. Aber das haben die ja auch so gesagt, dass die möglichst billig mit low budget produziert werden, um einfach dichter vor dieser Kiste zu so zu fangen und mit irgendwas zu bespielen, um dich von deinem Alltag abzulenken. Und es gibt mittlerweile so viele Sendungen, die da laufen und viele Menschen nehmen das für bare Münze. Und ich schaue an und sagen Hey, guck mal, die da im Fernsehen, an den geht's ja noch viel schlechter als uns. Und die da im Fernsehen, die sind ja noch viel dümmer als wir. Und damit sind die einfach wieder ein Stück weit glücklicher, weil ihr Leben gar nicht so schlecht ist. Ja, das lenkt ab von der Realität. Speaker2: [00:22:22] Ich weiß jetzt zwar nicht, wie man das jetzt in den Kopf kommt. Das ist so wie ein Besoffener, der um die Litfaßsäule drumrum geht und schreit Lasst mich raus! Hey, überleg mal. Speaker1: [00:22:41] Das ist nämlich immer wieder als Hausaufgabe mit. Speaker2: [00:22:44] Ich weiß zwar gar nicht, warum wir sind gekommen ist, aber ist egal. Speaker1: [00:22:49] Ja, hast du noch einen Tipp? Was hörst du am liebsten im Auto? Also was ist denn deine? Deine Lieblings Zitty in dem Auto? Speaker2: [00:22:55] In deiner Bücherei? Gibt's Männer? Ich hol mir das alles raus. Ob das der Kaip Hilse ist? Ob das der Rüdiger Dahlke ist? Ob das darüber Beates, ob das der Code temporeichen ist, ob das. Weiß nicht, ob es dein ist mein Lieblings Mentor, was das Sprechen betrifft. Tobias Beck ist den ständig über alle. Dem reicht keiner das Wasser. Und ja ja ja, ja. Aus. Aus meiner Sicht. Du. Ich bin erst. Nächstes Jahr werde ich. 60 vielleicht bin ich noch nicht alt genug, um das richtig zu verstehen. Aber für mich ist der Tobi das das Nonplusultra. Und. Ja, da lasse ich stehen. Schuld? Speaker1: [00:23:40] Na ja, nochmal kurz. Ja klar, Tobi ist auf jeden Fall richtig. Neitzel ist so richtig gut. Ich meine, wir haben ja auch immer persönlich auf uns nach unserer USA-Reise kennenlernen dürfen. So ein Stück weiter. Und finde ich richtig gut. Denn Kurt Deeper Wein, den finde ich richtig spannend. So richtig richtig tolle Persönlichkeit auch. Und witzigerweise hab ich den das ist glaube ich schon 20 Jahre her, wo ich den Kurt entdeckt habe. Da war ja damals schon steinalt, da hab ich mir damals nach Ägypten geflogen für Ägypten Reise. Und da ging es dann auch irgendwann los mit der Persönlichkeitsentwicklung. Einfach auch lesen, abseits von dem Mainstream, andere Sachen reinziehen und. Und der Kurt ist einfach. Also das ist auf jeden Fall werde net kennt den Code. Aber das sollte ich auf jeden Fall mal anschauen. Gibt's ja auch etliche YouTube Videos zu dem auch. Also richtig richtig. Neids, Bücher, Bücher, technische Wissen da aufgestellt. Was ist dein? Gibt's ein Lieblingsbuch? Nee, wahrscheinlich nicht, oder? Speaker2: [00:24:37] Auch hier kannst du jetzt eine ziehen. Da drüben. Hotmail auf. Da drüben ist ein Teil von meiner Bibliothek. Ja, es unter andere ist oben im Arbeitszimmer. Kannst du dich einmal voll und ich lese halt alles, was mit Psychologie, Psychotherapie, mit Spiritualität, mit mit Persönlichkeitsentwicklung geht. Alles für mich ganz normale Bücher. Ich verschlinge die im übrigen zurzeit lese ich einen eine Band Reihe. Da bin ich im achten Buch. Zwei sind originell, da schon wieder in eine bestimmte Richtung getrieben werde. Witzigerweise weiß er nicht, wer das alles hört und sieht. Wie auch immer, ich lese grad das achte Buch von Anastasia, die Tochter der Taiga. Zehn Bände. Aber da wird natürlich brauchst bloß mal wieder ins Internet reinschauen und und und und. Und Sekte und wie auch immer. Und ist nun nur noch spirituell zu Hause. Es zeigt uns Menschen aufregende Fähigkeiten. Wir haben aber da geht's auch um. Um Landsitze aufbauen. Dass jeder auf einem hektar land leben sollte. Und dann sich. Wird. Des. Die letzten 60 Seiten vom siebten Band waren brutal emotional für mich als Touristen Buch und es ist emotional. Die ersten. Die erste Hälfte des achten Bandes. Ihr habt die EDIS, die erste Achterbahn H+ hundert knapp 190 Seiten oder sowas. Das liest sich relativ schnell so total emotional. Da kriegst du die Krise, weil es so normal ist, so menschlich ist so Gang A. Aber nee. Aber da es solche Bücher z.B. Speaker1: [00:26:35] An Cool und Talos von Atos auch. Speaker2: [00:26:38] Hab ich auch Buchreihen, aber die hab ich noch nichts. Hab ich. Die sind noch eingebunden. Haben finanziell. Hab ich noch nicht gelesen, aber ich hab sie schon. Speaker1: [00:26:48] Ja, faszinierend auch diese Themen. Ich weiß ja, wer von euch das schon mal aufgegriffen hat, aber schon mal den reingeschnuppert hat. Aber die also Anastasija oder Tables und Atos Bücher also was die Christa ja jetzt ja auch weiterführt im Namen vom alph. Das sind echt. Ist es? Sind es Wahrheiten? Speaker2: [00:27:10] Die Wahrheit kennst du, Frank. Okay. Wie schaut's mit den Hathoren aus? Wie schaut es mit Ägypten, mit den Pyramiden aus? Wie es denn mit diesen 3,5 bis 4,5 Meter großen Menschen aus? Man weiß bis heute noch nicht, wie die Pyramiden gebaut sind, wie sie mit Sklaven und Baumstämme, die da, wo dann die Steine auf den Baumstämmen zu zimmergenosse. Speaker1: [00:27:37] Ich habe 10 wasserdichtes Obelix wieder. Speaker2: [00:27:43] Also die Wahrheit steckt in einem selbst drinnen. Und jetzt wieder ein Prinzip Jeder hat aufgrund seines geworden Seins seine Wahrheit. Und wenn du auf eine bestimmte. Zeit grad ansprichst. Die wir jetzt gerade haben. Der Müll muss sich tatsächlich sagen Jeder hat Recht. Sowohl die eine als auch die andere Seite, weil jeder sieht es durch seine Brille voll vor. Jeder sieht es durch seine Brille und jeder hat recht. Und wenn es einem sagen wird, weißt du, was du zu tun hast? Du bist nicht ganz sauber, du Vollpfosten oder wie auch immer. Dann versuche ich meine sichtweise denk Sichtweise dem anderen aufzudrängen, überzustülpen. Es geht nicht weiter, dann kommt es zum Kampf, zwang der Junge im Sandkasten an. Er wird damit die Schaufel und der einmal drüber gezogen, weil da fangen die Kriege an, weil es noch nicht verstehe, dass der andere seine Sichtweise hat. In der heutigen Zeit. In der jetzigen. Du hast vorhin den komischen Naming gesagt. Was wir grad haben. Wirklich sehr schwer zu verstehen. Du kannst hier und für sich nur, wenn ich das blöde Wort entgegen wirken, mal sagen darf, dass du dein. Dass du so bleibst, wie du bist und versuchst immer mehr zu leuchten. Dass der andere die Möglichkeit bekommt, von deinem Leuchten ein bisschen was anzunehmen. Speaker1: [00:29:19] Ich sehe, ich sehe hier draußen auf der Straße bei uns vorbeilaufen um Menschen, ältere Menschen mit Rollatoren und die laufen hier in der freien Natur laufen die mit diesen IFPI zwei Masten im Gesicht rum und an. Das tut mir ein bisschen als es tut mir wirklich weh, in der Seele auch zu wissen, dass diese Menschen in Angst leben. Die leben ja wirklich in Angst. Es ist nicht so, dass die sagen Ach, das mache ich jetzt, weil ich auch immer, sondern die wurden dazu getrieben in ihrer innersten Angst. Immer halten wir Iris, ihre Science. Also sie wollen sich ja selbst schützen davor, dass sie jetzt frühzeitig ableben durch irgendwas und. Ja, die quälen sich die Straße entlang, können kaum atmen und schützen sich vermeintlich vor etwas, was es so. Wir wissen es wahrscheinlich nicht genau. Aber in der Form sicher nicht vorhanden ist. Speaker2: [00:30:13] Auch hier will ich gar nicht lang ausholen, aber wenn man wiederum für die Kopfermann Zuhörer oder Zuseher je nachdem. Es gibt ja Beweise, dass die wissenschaftliche Beweise, dass die Maßnahmen, die ergriffen werden, dass die null komma null bringen null null null komma null. Aber es ist die Angst und das hat sie, die die ganze Evolution, die ganze Historie unserer Geschichte, dieser durchdrungen nur von Angstszenarien, Kriege und Angst, und das ist die die anderen, die andere Seite hat ja diesbezüglich alles richtig macht. Ja, wir leben ja in der Angst. Da gibt's ja so ein auf bestimmten Kanälen auch so ein nettes Verkehrsschild mittlerweile so ein Verbotsschild mit einer Hausecke, wo einer so um die Hausecke drum rum schaut und guckt, ob da nicht schon Polizei oder andere da sind, die im eventuell das Leben schwer machen könnten. EZA total, total crazy. Aber es ist ein für die gesamte Weltbevölkerung. Für die Erde ist es ein unwahrscheinlich bewusst Science Wartungs Prozess, ein Aufstiegsprozess. Wir müssen noch mehr leiden. Ist es damit vorbei? Wir leiden noch ein bisschen. Noch mehr. Und der Vorteil der ganzen Sache kann doch für den einen oder anderen sein. Das, was du vorhin schon mal angesprochen hast, dass er mal eine Innenschau macht, nicht nur eine außen. Schau, schau, schau, schau ihn anschauen, sondern mal nach innen reinschaut. Man kann ja mal von innen her sich selbst reflektieren. Speaker1: [00:32:03] Ich bin da auch keinem böse, also ich bin ja seit letztes Jahr im März sind wir, also wir setzen prinzipiell prinzipiell keine Maske auf, also weder mit dir im Gespräch noch mit jemanden im Gespräch draußen und sonstig auch nicht mit irgendwelchen Baumwoll Fetzen bekleidet. Also nie. Also immer echt, authentisch und auch menschlich einfach. Und ich verstehe aber wenn Menschen gegenüber sind, die das nicht kapieren oder ergreifen können, dass sie da einfach also sagt sie. Sie sind einmal auf ihre Insel und ich bin auf meine Insel. Und wenn ich jetzt sucht ihr nochmal eine Insel zu ziehen, wird es nicht funktionieren. Einfach so, ohne dass er erst einmal nass drüber schwimmt. Erstmal da komplett andere bewusst Science Schritt erlangen muss, weil er ist ja in seiner Welt. Ich hab früher hab ich glaub ich muss sich politisch weiterbilden. Ich hab mir den Stern reingezogen Focus vorginge zu den Spielen, da hab ich mir nur so gedacht ach jetzt ist die Woche schon rum und ich hab schon alles gelesen und was kann ich mir jetzt noch kaufen für eine Zeitung? Wo kann ich dann noch mehr Bildung um dieses ganze Thema, um die ganzen Einflüsse von außen noch mir holen? Und das ist ja genau das unsere beste gebildetsten App, gebildetsten Leute und geschulten Leute. Die sind doch von früh um acht bis abends um 18, die meistens im Beruf gefangen kommen, nach Hause und schlagen dann vielleicht noch, wenn sie überhaupt noch Zeit dafür haben, eine Zeitung auf. Wenn Sie es schaffen oder ziehen sich die Tagesschau ein und das war dann ihr Informations Pool, wo sie dann zugreifen, werden Zeit und Lust, sich abends hinzusetzen, während vielleicht die Frau schreit, die Kinder Stein und noch nichts gekocht ist, sich dann irgendwie selbstständig hinzusetzen, um zu recherchieren. Stimmt das überhaupt? Was kann denn eigentlich dahinter sein? Wem nützt das eventuell? Also diese ganzen Fragen zu stellen. Da hast du dann auch gar keine. Keine Muße dafür. Speaker2: [00:33:56] Keine Muße, keine Kraft mehr, weil das sowieso durch die Arbeitswelt und durch die Beherschen der Welt da draußen ausgezählt ist ohne Ende. Und dann wanken an und für sich deine Kinder auf dich und deine Frau und die wollen einen Papa haben. Und da gibt's auch so ein nettes Spiel, wo der Vater sich in der Früh herrichtet, für die Arbeit rasiert und gepflegt und Rasierwasser geschniegelt und geschieht. Und das Kind Ishtar und sie, der Papa und das Kind freut sich und der Papa nimmt das Kind hoch und geschmust nur ab und sagte Papa, geht jetzt in die Arbeit und komm dann wieder. Und das Kind freut sich. Und dann geht der Tag vorbei und dann kommt der Papa am Abend nach Hause. Weiß, wer nach Hause kommt? A hat, war das alles schlimm und dann kam die Frau bin mei du armer Mann, kommt sie dich ausdrücklich. Der Flagship wird und kannst dich betäuben, dass der Schmerz nicht so groß ist, und der Vertragsstaat A hat uns. Hat fürs Kind keine Zeit. Aber was sieht denn das Kind? Die Welt da draußen muss schlimm sein. Der Papa ist in der Früh noch gut weggegangen und am Abend kommt er mit schmerzverzerrtem Gesicht nach Hause. Was machen wir Erwachsenen mit unseren Kindern? Frank? Wenn wir nach Hause kommen, müssen wir uns unsere Arschbacken zusammenkneifen, alles daran setzen, dass wir für die Kinder disen Elend zu Hause auffahren. Bis zu dem Zeitpunkt, wo die ins Bett gehen, dass sie wissen, wie geil ist diese Welt. Speaker1: [00:35:35] Wer sind sie? Na schön. Wer das ist? Auch das ist auch Umfeld. Also das ist auch Erziehung und wo kommst du her, wo kommst du raus? Ich meine, wenn du wirklich zu Hause so gelebt wird, ist es ja geil. Also ich weiß es von mir zuhause. Da war es ähnlich, wie du es beschrieben hast. Also dieser Vater hat das auch nicht freudestrahlend rausgegangen, weil das auch nett die Erfüllung war. Es ist ja keine Berufung gewesen oder nicht? Ja, jetzt ist er mittlerweile Rentner, aber das war keine Berufung dort hinzugehen, sondern es war ja nur die Erfüllung einer Pflicht, um am Ende für die Fahrt zur Arbeit das Benzin bezahlen zu können. Paradoxerweise. Also das war jetzt nur das Benzin, aber halt nur rum, das Essen, das das, das Kind, das Haus, die Schmiede und einfach um diesen, diesen, diesen Luxus sich leisten zu können, dorthin zu fahren und diese Pein über sich ergehen zu lassen oder diese Qual. Also nicht jeder. Das will ich verallgemeinern. Manch einer fährt auf Freudenstein zur Arbeit. Ich bin immer Freudenstein zur Arbeit gefahren und wusste zwar nicht, was mich erwartet. Zum Teil. Manchmal war es auch klar, was mich erwartet, aber es war nie so ist es. Meine Berufung war es für mich. Halten gut gelaunter Mensch oder ein positiver Mensch, der einfach auch positiv reingeht. Aber viele schleppen sich dorthin. Man will ja am Ende auch auf den ganzen Organismus aus, wie man Krebs oder Magengeschwüre oder was auch immer es ist. Alles gibt die Geißel der Neuheit. Es sind ja auch daraus geschuldet, ein Stück weit, weil der Mensch ja irgendwo rein gepresst wird, wo er nicht hingehört. Speaker2: [00:37:06] Ja, ja. Speaker1: [00:37:08] Und da wollen wir mal kurz den Bogen spannen, weil der Herr Stefan Scherer, der ist ja nicht nur das BKA und was noch alles, sondern er ist ja auch schön, dass du wieder mit dabei warst. Ich hoffe, es war etwas für dich dabei. Und du konntest etwas für dich mitnehmen, wenn du magst. Leider diese Folge gerne auch jemanden weiter, der diese hören sollte. Ich freue mich, wenn du das nächste Mal wieder mit dabei bist. Lass mir doch gerne auch eine 5-Sterne Bewertung da. Mehr von mir kannst du auf meiner Webseite finden. Wunder Frankreich bekommt. Dort kannst du dich auch zu einem kostenlosen Erstgespräch mit mir eintragen. Darüber hinaus kommen doch auch in die Facebook-Gruppe Baustelle Körber und tausche dich in der Community mit Gleichgesinnten aus. Schreibe mir dort auch gerne, welche Themen oder Gäste dich besonders interessieren würden. Bis zum nächsten Mal im Klemmbrett-Talk! Ciao, ciao.

Part 1 of 2 of my 8 hour deep/dark/trippy/droney/dreamy/hypnotic techno set. Streamed 2021-04-24 on Twitch (https://twitch.tv/quinquatrus). The theme for this mix was "languishing". Languishing is a sense of stagnation and emptiness. It feels as if you’re muddling through your days, looking at your life through a foggy windshield. Languishing is the neglected middle child of mental health. It’s the void between depression and flourishing — the absence of well-being. Tracklist (Part 1): 01. Domenico Raffone - Hasty Judgments (Vladimir Marinkovic Remix) 02. Svarog - Step Into a Parallel Reality 03. Reggy Van Oers - Tetra 04. Pugilist - Horizon 05. Alex & Geert - Acolyte Confessions 06. Van Morph - Lost in the Unknown (Lost Souls Edit) 07. Neel & natural/electronic.system. - A1. Mira 08. a n j e - Stuck 09. Kontinum - Polarwalk (Markus Masuhr Remix) 10. Svarog - Levitation 11. Mordio x Polygonia - Forbidden Archives 12. Anunaku - Ninfea 13. Deepbass - Exo 14. Kaf - Northern Shores 15. Atypikal - Elikon 16. Kaf x MTRL - Jamnaja 17. Forest On Stasys - Ofrenda (Alfred Czital Midnight Edit) 18. Oscar Mulero - Duties Strategies 19. Notzing - To Induce To Dance 20. bryson - Age Of Aquarius 21. Einox - Not The Skyscraper 22. Svarog - Legolas 23. Mordio - Dagaz (Delusional Circuits Remix) 24. Delusional Circuits x Dycide x MTRL - 23lr 25. Âsan & Diffused Signal - X1 26. Ben Bork & Inskape - Cyclic Redundancy 27. ROUD - Lost In Space 28. Alexskyspirit - Kill The Matrix 29. Altstadt Echo - Because We're Carrying The Fire 30. Doltz - Kuraku 31. Altstadt Echo - They Smelled of Moss 32. Skjöld - Defensive Strategy 33. Altstadt Echo - Two Hunted Animals 34. Slono - Sombrero 35. Uun - Exhumed II.III 36. Motion Symmetry, Smoley. - Motion Symmetry - Orchd 37. Stier - Together 38. Massonner - Dirty Dancing 39. Theo Komp - Bauta 40. Charlotte de Witte - Out Of Balance 41. Ezaüf - Styx River 42. Øberøn - Emotional Impasse 43. SHXCXCHCXSH - OPPP 44. Morph19.78 - Love & Hate 45. Mova - Resonance 46. Uun - Exhumed II.IV 47. Joachim Spieth - iliachtides (Polar Inertia rework) 48. Craft - Mastering The Balance Of Chaos (Ambient Mix) 49. DIVERGENT - Desbalance Químico 50. Skjöld - Infinitum 51. Lenfloot - Maschine Operator 52. Bias - Ablaze 53. Pfirter - Through My Window 54. Victor Zala - Solar 55. Biocym - Mirage 56. Trøm Borg - Galilean Satellites 57. Rushid - Disintegration 58. Van Morph - Stardust (Petit Astronaute remix) 59. Esteban Miranda - Contradinamica 60. Artefakt - Ganzfeld Effect 61. Motion Symmetry - Distance I 62. Epsilon x MTRL - Solar Movement 63. Hitam - Fragmented 64. David Bowman - SPC

My techno set for the DJs for Life - Our Love Runs Deep! event on 2021-04-09, streamed on Twitch (twitch.tv/Quinquatrus). Video here: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/982151233 This set was a lot of fun; it was a chill loopy build while I was waiting for the raid train to arrive, and at the last minute I decided to go a bit harder than planned with lots of swampy/stompy/hypnotic tracks. Project AWARE is a global movement for ocean protection. They connect the passion for ocean adventure with the purpose of marine conservation to create a lasting change. Project AWARE envisions a world where the ocean doesn't need protecting! https://donate.tiltify.com/+djs-for-life/our-love-runs-deep2 Tracklist: 01. Javier Marimon & Oslon - T'alch'um 탈춤 02. Yotam Avni - Luna 03. Matthias TORM - Elnath 04. Kaf - TRAPPIST-1d 05. Victor Zala - FMAM 06. Biocym - Gathering Storm 07. Alexskyspirit - DNA Signal ( Billy Turner Remix ) 08. KAS:ST - Let Me Know When 09. Van Morph - Flawless orbit 10. Mordio - Endless Loop 11. Esteban Miranda - Puertas De Fuego 12. Hudd. - Eternal 13. VII Circle - Metaphysical Functions (Nur Jaber Remix) 14. ERR0R - Ketamine 15. Jay Tommy - Del 16. Sedated - Sedated - Spiritual Syndrome I 17. Lenfloot - Law 18. Ezaüf - Hegesias Anthem 19. VYN·1 - Rupac Incident 20. Uun - Give Them Rope 21. Esteban Miranda - Frozen Bullets 22. Phara - Great Attractor (Setaoc Mass Remix) 23. Obseth - Thats Excited 24. Ezaüf - Styx River 25. Lenfloot - Control 26. Alfred Czital - Arroyo 27. Lazy M - Bloody Friday (dubspeekaRMX Remix) 28. Uun - Hope Within A Hopeless System 29. AWITW - Too Much Pills 30. CtLtc RE.Forming - Left behind 31. Matthias TORM - Prospero 32. Modular Phaze - Chaos 33. Ezaüf - Ganymede 34. David Bowman - TRAPPIST-1

My deep/dreamy/swampy techno set streamed 2021-03-20 at Quinquatrus on Twitch(twitch.tv/quinquatrus). Mostly deep techno with some harder stuff sprinkled in. Tracklist: 01. Kontinum - Penguin Diaries (Ignacio Tardieu Remix) 02. Daniel[i] & Launaea - Shamisen 03. Neel - Afnio 04. Atypikal - Forenoon 05. Floating Machine - Orvalho 06. Essē - Less 07. Delusional Circuits - Spiral 08. Clotur - Illustratio 09. Einox - Sache, Wesen 10. Kontinum - Smus 11. Side Liner - Blind Project 12. Thomas Hessler - Questions Remain 13. Javier Bähr - Teahupoo 14. Delusional Circuits - Ethereal Breeze 15. Delusional Circuits - Highway 16. Dorian Gray - The Vimana Traveler 17. Function - Meridian 18. Floating Machine - Farol 19. Bumho - Gong 20. Peter Van Hoesen - Birds on the Head of a Saint 21. Espen Lauritzen - Nord Troms 22. VYN·1 - Delayed Circles 23. Shoal - Between Thoughts 24. Artificial Drm & Atypikal - Obey 25. Neel - Osmio 26. Yukari Okamura - Step 27. Burden - Fenice 28. Neel - Lahar 29. Feral - The Maze 30. Casual treatment - Corps (Keikari Remix) Digital Exclusivity 31. The Alchemical Theory - Tribale 32. OK EG - Prismatic Spring 33. Doltz - Hayate 34. Xanexx & Scøpe - Reflection 35. Ezaüf - Styx River 36. Alfred Czital - Arroyo 37. Kontinum - Kyroklastik (Jamida Remix) 38. Trøm Borg - A Finite Cycle 39. Deepbass - Optics 40. !nertia - Moksha (Craft Remix) 41. Dorian Gray - New Frontier 42. Anthony Rother - Ab Ab Ab 43. Delusional Circuits - Questionable Good 44. Petit Astronaute - Echoes Of Silence 45. Andrea Cossu - Surge 46. Dycide - Adytum 47. Kontinum - Icy Tower 48. Deepbass - Diffraction 49. Dorian Gray - Gliese 411 50. David Bowman - TRAPPIST-1 51. Victor Zala - Solar 52. Danz Maxine - LK 00 53. Radio Slave, Danton Eeprom - Grindhouse feat. Danton Eeprom (Obscure Shape & SHDW Remix) 54. Ezaüf - Ganymede 55. Hitam - Fragmented 56. Eyvind Blix - Ttukseom Skate 57. Yukari Okamura - Outstand 58. Millhouse - Crunkle 59. Hitam - Alleviation 60. Sabes + Inland Empire - Data Packet 202 61. Oscar Mulero - Purk 62. nthng - Eternal 63. Dubwidth - Alioth 64. VYN·1 - Worthless 65. Keikari - Looping Methods 66. Landwehr & Fleer - Videodrome 67. Decoder - Axial Tilt (Rework) 68. Uun - Silence is Death 69. Biocym - Eavesdrop 70. Kaf - s-Hun 71. Neel - Post Landing

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Dr Bo's client Eza shares how the first 30 days has given him renewed confidence and health. We discuss how he got here and where we go in the future!

In this episode, Eza and I talk about the Anunnaki, the Tartaria conspiracy theory, and about how our real history has been deliberately hidden from us. I hope you enjoy it! Check out Eza's social media: IG: @petyr32 Check out our blog at www.thejuanonjuanpodcast.com Check out our shirts!  You can find them on our website under the merch section.  Please shoot us a comment, rating, and follow us on social media! @thejuanonjuanpodcast Thank you for tuning in!

In this episode, I am joined by Eza once again to discuss QAnon, COVID-19, Netflix, UFOs, Project Bluebeam, Tartaria, hollow earth, numerology, and gematria! We talk about reoccurring synchronicities and what they might mean. We also look into the synchronicity I had during my latest vacation... it blew my mind!  Check out Eza's social media: IG: @petyr32 Check out my other shows at www.thejuanonjuanpodcast.com Please shoot us a comment, rating, and follow us on social media! @thejuanonjuanpodcast Thank you for tuning in!

In this episode, we talk about wild conspiracy theories. We talk about QAnon, interdimensional entities, aliens, politics, time travel, Luciferianism, satanism, and some other crazy ideas with Eza Petyr. Hope you guys enjoy it! Check out Eza's social media: IG: @petyr32 Check out our website at www.thejuanonjuanpodcast.com Please shoot us a comment, rating, and follow us on social media! @thejuanonjuanpodcast Thank you for tuning in!

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o quadragésimo terceiro episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Ezaú e Guilherme comentam o que de melhor aconteceu na partida Saints vs Texans – Semana 3 Pré-Temporada 2017! MENCIONADOS NO EPISÓDIO Melhores Momentos da partida A semana de Training Camp do Saints Live Geaux Saints feita antes do jogo Saints vs Texans Edição: Guilherme Wolf Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o quadragésimo segundo episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus e Ezaú comentam o que de melhor aconteceu na partida Saints vs Browns – Semana 1 Pré-Temporada 2017! MENCIONADOS NO EPISÓDIO Melhores Momentos da partida A semana de Training Camp do Saints Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o quadragésimo primeiro episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Maxuel e Ezaú dobram a esquina da loucura e fazem previsões cheias de ousadia para a temporada! Confira as Bold Predictions Saints 2017! Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o quadragésimo episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Ezaú e Victor trazem palpites (bastante) antecipados para a próxima temporada baseados no Calendário Saints 2017! MENCIONADOS NO EPISÓDIO Os jogos: Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o trigésimo nono episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Maxuel, Ezaú e Jéssica falam mais detalhadamente do Elenco Saints 2017 – CB, S serão as posições de hoje! MENCIONADOS NO EPISÓDIO Nenhum setor do Saints em 2016 foi tão criticado quanto a secundária Era ruim ou tinha muitas lesões? Qual a perspectiva de melhora? O grupo de safeties é realmente tão impressionante quanto parece? Quais são os planos para Marshon Lattimore? Não acredite em tudo o que vê! Qual o maior crush de cada integrante no elenco? Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o trigésimo oitavo episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Maxuel e Ezaú falam mais detalhadamente do Elenco Saints 2017 – DL, LB serão as posições de hoje! Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o trigésimo sétimo episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Maxuel, Ezaú e Jéssica (@SaintsBrasil09) falam mais detalhadamente do Elenco Saints 2017 – WR, RB, FB serão as posições de hoje! Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o trigésimo sexto episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Maxuel, Ezaú, Victor e Jéssica (@SaintsBrasil09) começam a falar mais detalhadamente do Elenco Saints 2017 – QB, TE, OL serão as posições de hoje! MENCIONADOS NO EPISÓDIO Matéria do Eduardo Sartori (@WhoDatGifZone) com film study do Marshon Lattimore Página do Geaux Saints no Facebook (CURTA!) Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o trigésimo quinto episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Maxuel e Ezaú comentam as escolhas do Draft 2017 Saints! OS DRAFTADOS Pick 11 (1º round) – Marshon Lattimore, CB, Ohio State – highlights Pick 32 (2º round) – Ryan Ramczyk, OT, Wisconsin – highlights Pick 42 (2º round) – Marcus Williams, S, Utah – highlights Pick 67 (3º round) – Alvin Kamara, RB, Tennessee – highlights Pick 76 (3º round) – Alex Anzalone, LB, Florida – highlights Pick 103 (3º round, compensatória) – Trey Hendrickson, OLB, Florida Atlantic – highlights Pick 196 (6º round) – Al-Quadin Muhammad, DE, Miami – highlights Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o trigésimo quarto episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Maxuel, Jéssica (@SaintsBrasil09) e Ezaú recebem novamente JP (@JP_Miguel) do 10 Jardas (@10Jardas) para a segunda parte de um programa sobre os prospectos defensivos Draft 2017 Saints! MENCIONADOS NO EPISÓDIO Acesse (e ouça) o 10 Jardas! Ouça a primeira parte do papo com o JP Coluna do Victor analisando os prospectos do Draft Mock Draft 3.0, versão final Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o trigésimo terceiro episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Maxuel, Jéssica (@SaintsBrasil09) e Ezaú recebem JP (@JP_Miguel) do 10 Jardas(@10Jardas) para a primeira parte de um programa sobre os prospectos ofensivos do Draft 2017 Saints. MENCIONADOS NO EPISÓDIO Acesse o 10 Jardas! Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/ Entre pro grupo do Fumble na Net no Facebook e participe dos debates: https://www.facebook.com/groups/fumblenanet/ Siga o Fumble na Net no Twitter: http://twitter.com/fumblenanet

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o trigésimo segundo episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Maxuel e Jéssica (@SaintsBrasil09) e Ezaú recebem Everaldo Marques da ESPN, para falar das experiências com o Saints e a cidade de New Orleans dentro e fora das cabines de transmissão! MENCIONADOS NO EPISÓDIO A volta do Saints para New Orleans pós-Katrina Super Bowl XLIV e UM RETORNO PARA A HISTÓRIA O clima de New Orleans em Super Bowl com Mardi Gras A novela Malcolm Butler Vale a troca? A contratação de Manti Te'o, LB ex-Los Angeles Chargers Como fica o corpo de Linebackers? Precisa de reforços? O que o Saints pode focar no início do Draft 2017? Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/ Entre pro grupo do Fumble na Net no Facebook e participe dos debates: https://www.facebook.com/groups/fumblenanet/ Siga o Fumble na Net no Twitter: http://twitter.com/fumblenanet

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o trigésimo episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus e Ezaú recebem, em clima de carnaval, o convidado especialíssimo Raphão Martins, analista nos canais Esporte Interativo e no Canal Zona FA e falam sobre a temporada 2016 Saints! MENCIONADOS NO EPISÓDIO Acesse o Canal Zona FA! Review Temporada 2016 Linha Ofensiva do Saints O que esperar da temporada 2017? Previsões bem adiantadas Pitacos sobre o NFL Draft 2017 do Saints! Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/ Entre pro grupo do Fumble na Net no Facebook e participe dos debates: https://www.facebook.com/groups/fumblenanet/ Siga o Fumble na Net no Twitter: http://twitter.com/fumblenanet

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o vigésimo nono episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Maxuel, Ezaú e Jéssica (@SaintsBrasil09) recebem o convidado especialíssimo Felipe Laurence, @OQuarterback e fazem um review temporada 2016, mas sem tirar o olho do futuro da franquia! MENCIONADOS NO EPISÓDIO Review Temporada 2016 O futuro de Drew Brees O que esperar da temporada 2017? Previsões bem adiantadas Pitacos sobre o NFL Draft 2017 do Saints! Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/ Entre pro grupo do Fumble na Net no Facebook e participe dos debates: https://www.facebook.com/groups/fumblenanet/ Siga o Fumble na Net no Twitter: http://twitter.com/fumblenanet

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o vigésimo sétimo episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints Brasil! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Maxuel, Jéssica (@SaintsBrasil09) e Ezaú relembram o que de melhor aconteceu no jogo realizado na Semana 16 Saints vs Buccaneers! MENCIONADOS NO EPISÓDIO Review New Orleans Saints vs Tampa Bay Buccaneers Divagações sobre o futuro do Saints Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Curta o Geaux Saints no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeauxSaintsBrasil/ Entre pro grupo do Fumble na Net no Facebook e participe dos debates: https://www.facebook.com/groups/fumblenanet/ Siga o Fumble na Net no Twitter: http://twitter.com/fumblenanet

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o vigésimo quinto episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Maxuel, Ezaú e Jéssica (@SaintsBrasil09) fazem uma análise do jogo realizado na Semana 13 Saints vs Lions! Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Entre pro grupo do Fumble na Net no Facebook e participe dos debates: https://www.facebook.com/groups/fumblenanet/ Siga o Fumble na Net no Twitter: http://twitter.com/fumblenanet

Fala Who Dat Nation Brasil! Está no ar o vigésimo quarto episódio do Podcast Geaux Saints! Neste episódio Mário, Matheus, Maxuel e Ezaú fazem uma análise do jogo realizado na Semana 12 Saints vs Rams! Assine o Feed do Geaux Saints para não perder nenhum episódio! https://fumblenanet.com.br/feed/geauxsaints Siga o Podcast Geaux Saints no Twitter: https://twitter.com/geauxsaintsBR Entre pro grupo do Fumble na Net no Facebook e participe dos debates: https://www.facebook.com/groups/fumblenanet/ Siga o Fumble na Net no Twitter: http://twitter.com/fumblenanet