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The Midlife Feast
#141 - Trusting Your Body: Finding Peace Through Grief with Nina Manolson

The Midlife Feast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 10, 2025 29:31 Transcription Available


What did you think of this episode? Send me a text message and let me know!Have you ever found an old piece of clothing, slipped it on, and felt a wave of sadness when it no longer fit? That's body grief—the longing for a past version of yourself and the struggle to accept where you are now. In this episode, I sit down with Body Peace coach Nina Manolson to unpack why these moments hit so hard and how to navigate them with more kindness and less self-judgment.We dive into the emotional weight of body changes, why comparison keeps us stuck, and how shifting from body shame to body peace is a practice—not a destination. Nina shares powerful insights (and a beautiful poem) to help you stop fighting your body and start feeling at home in it, no matter your size or stage of life. If you've ever wrestled with body image in midlife, this conversation is for you.Connect with NinaThe Website: https://ninamanolson.com/Instagram: @ninamanolson ✍

College Football Smothered and Covered
Boobie Feaster & Dallas Metroplex Receivers Set The Bar!

College Football Smothered and Covered

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 5, 2025 22:24


Ethan “Boobie” Feaster and the Dallas Metroplex set the bar for the best city for high school receivers ready to play at the P4 level. Here's one fact in advance of watching the podcast: Feaster's off-the-field efforts make him elite. Feaster is one of many elite receivers coming out of the Dallas Metroplex.My good friend and Dallas-area scout Marc Henry joins the show to discuss Feaster and several more big-time receivers with offers from across the nation like Brayden Robinson, Kaydon Finley, and Jalen Lott. Follow me on X: https://x.com/fbscout_floridaInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/fbscout_florida/#recruiting #transferportal #nil #recruitingrankings #boobiefeaster #Dallashighschoolfootball #Dallasrecruiting #Texashighschoolfootball #Texas #Aggies #NotreDame #Miami #OhioState #KaydonFinely #BraydenRobinsonSupport Us By Supporting Our Sponsors!Turbo TaxReady for stress-free taxes and the most money back, guaranteed? Head over to TurboTax.com today and get matched with your Expert. Only available with TurboTax Live Full Service. Real-time updates only in the iOS mobile app. See guarantee details at TurboTax.com/guarantees. GametimeDownload the Gametime app, create an account, and use code LOCKEDONCOLLEGE for $20 off your first purchase. Terms apply. Download Gametime today. What time is it? Gametime.FanDuelYou can start the season with a big return on FanDuel. New customers can place a FIVE DOLLAR bet and you'll get started with ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS in BONUS BETS - if you win your first FIVE DOLLAR BET ! Visit FANDUEL.COM  to get started.FANDUEL DISCLAIMER: 21+ in select states. First online real money wager only. Bonus issued as nonwithdrawable free bets that expires in 14 days. Restrictions apply. See terms at sportsbook.fanduel.com. Gambling Problem? Call 1-800-GAMBLER or visit FanDuel.com/RG (CO, IA, MD, MI, NJ, PA, IL, VA, WV), 1-800-NEXT-STEP or text NEXTSTEP to 53342 (AZ), 1-888-789-7777 or visit ccpg.org/chat (CT), 1-800-9-WITH-IT (IN), 1-800-522-4700 (WY, KS) or visit ksgamblinghelp.com(KS), 1-877-770-STOP (LA), 1-877-8-HOPENY or text HOPENY (467369) (NY), TN REDLINE 1-800-889-9789 (TN)

Inside Nebraska
Recruiting recap from Nebraska vs. UCLA, 4-star Chase Loftin & 5-star Ethan "Boobie" Feaster updates

Inside Nebraska

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 5, 2024 22:55


00:00 - Intro 00:14 - UCLA visitor recap 02:50 - 4-star TE Chase Loftin 05:24 - Dayton Raiola 07:03 - 4-star WR Xavier McDonald 08:32 - 4-star DE Hunter Higgins 10:47 - 4-star WR Kohen Brown 12:33 - 5-star WR Ethan “Boobie” Feaster 13:47 - 3-star OT Claude Mpouma 18:04 - Bryson Hayes' status with Nebraska 18:36 - Jeremiah Jones' status with Nebraska 22:27 - Outro

The Paul W. Smith Show
Dr. Rosalyn Maben Feaster, Michigan Medicine Associate Director of The Women's Health Division

The Paul W. Smith Show

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 1, 2024 4:26


November 1, 2024 ~ Dr. Rosalyn Maben Feaster, Michigan Medicine Associate Director of The Women's Health Division is a 2024 "Women Who Lead Nominee."

Lancaster Connects
Preserving Pennsylvania's Trails Featuring Haley Feaster & Kate Prisby: Episode 153

Lancaster Connects

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 5, 2024 57:49


In this episode, we feature Haley, an entrepreneur deeply involved in advocacy and communications, serving on the Bedford County Planning Commission and the Community Foundation of the Alleghenies. A graduate of North Carolina State University, Haley resides in the Southern Alleghenies, bringing energy and innovative ideas to expand KTA's partnerships and mission awareness.Also joining us is Kate Prisby, an outdoor enthusiast with a background in religious education and extensive experience with Appalachian Mountain Club and Acadia National Park. Kate currently works with KTA and Lancaster Conservancy, focusing on fostering outdoor ethics through Leave No Trace training and storytelling hikes that celebrate diverse conservation leaders.Tune in as Haley and Kate discuss their roles in conservation, community engagement, and their collaborative efforts to advance KTA's mission.

Texas Football Today
History-making 5-star freshman Boobie Feaster, and inside Keelon Russell's flip to Alabama — Episode 1,779 (June 5, 2024)

Texas Football Today

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 5, 2024 41:58


Real Business Owners
From an Idea to an Empire with Jeff Feaster | Episode 261

Real Business Owners

Play Episode Listen Later May 28, 2024 52:05


In this episode of Real Business Owners, Trevor Cowley sits down with Jeff Fenster, the visionary entrepreneur behind Everbowl and The Jeff Fenster Show. Jeff is here to share invaluable lessons from his journey, emphasizing the power of small, consistent actions and leveraging momentum for personal and professional growth. Discover the strategies that have helped Jeff turn Everbowl into a thriving brand and learn how to apply these insights to your own business endeavors. Tune in and get ready to elevate your game with insights from one of the industry's most innovative minds. Want to hear more from Jeff? Follow him on Instagram: fensterjeff Or tune in to the Jeff Fenster Show on Spotify and Apple Podcasts! Video of this podcast is available at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube.com/RealBusinessOwners⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Connect with us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ @RealBusinessOwners. Need bookkeeping or accounting services for your business?Reach out to Easier Accounting at 888-620-0770 or by visiting ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠EasierAccounting.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Interested in fixing your credit? Visit ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠SixtyDayCreditRepair.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠.

Pôle Hip-Hop
#285 avec Alexandre Kénol (Feaster)

Pôle Hip-Hop

Play Episode Listen Later May 25, 2024


Pour notre retour en ondes, on reçoit le créateur de la plateforme de booking Feaster et du Feaster Festival, dont la troisième édition aura lieu le 31 mai et le 1er juin 2024. DJ White Socks - Last Dinner (feat. Young Rose) DJ Muggs & Mooch - Roc Star Gangrene (The Alchemist & Oh No) - Just Doing Art (feat. Boldy James) Estee Nack & Futurewave - Wavy Dominicans (feat. ??? aka The Hidden Character & BoriRock) Brother Ali & unJUST - Gauntlet (Feat. Roc Marciano) DJ White Socks - Double vie décadente (feat. 20some) DJ White Socks - 7obi (feat. Nawfal) DO, The Outcast & Mico Farkash - Eyes Behind My Head Mike Shabb - Autumn & Fall Ty Da Dale & V Don - Drink Champs / Jesus Heist Mach-Hommy - Sur Le Pont d'Avignon (Reparation #1) Seinssucrer & Loe Pesci - Île street blues Rome Streetz & Wavy Da Ghawd - Ball Of Soft FiligraNn - Fibrose Roc Marciano - Higher Self (feat. T.F & Flee Lord) DJ White Socks - Hoodie Officiel Freestyle (feat. Raccoon) Sens Beats - The Drylands LeDji - ISO 200 Brown Family - 5AM Conway The Machine - Surf & Turf (feat. Jay Worthy, T.F, 2Eleven & Ab-Soul) Rapsody - Raw (feat. Lil Wayne) Obia Le Chef & Cotola - Les clients que tu as (feat. Wanted) Cookin Soul & The Musalini - Say You Love Me (feat. Hus Kingpin & Reuben Vincent) Raz Fresco & Daniel Son - Ice Water GabWan & Badmninto - Hallucination auditive

Crit or Miss
Session 108 - The Feaster Feasts

Crit or Miss

Play Episode Listen Later May 16, 2024 169:39


The Rebels Triad are ready to face off against the final avatar of The Yellow King. But it is a terrifying and cruel figure.  The Rebels willCast:John Sand (@rapsquatch)Hannah Eagle (@layspotatobitch)Brian Foster (@rextestarossa) Connor McKibbin-Vaughan (@connorcanwrite) Theme by John Sand

The First Hour
Easter Special 4 - Easter Feaster

The First Hour

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 4, 2024 45:25 Transcription Available


Get up off your keester.He doesn't reward a sleeper.You can't take a breather.Become the number one seeker.This is Jesus's easter feaster.Christ Games Ltd. has commissioned the crew to create a theme song for Jesus's Easter Feaster 3. Matt dusts off the AI song creator and joins Jacob, Jarin, and Alex in creating the ultimate telling of Easter.Support the showhttps://linktr.ee/thefirsthourpodcast

Mon Carnet, l'actu numérique
{BONUS} - Feaster, l'app de mise en relation événements-artistes

Mon Carnet, l'actu numérique

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 19, 2024 11:17


Alexandre Kénol, directeur général du Tiers Lieu à Laval, a créé Feaster.ca, une plateforme web mettant en lien organisateurs d'événements et artistes divers, ainsi qu'un festival éponyme pour la promouvoir. Un projet qui vise à aider les artistes et entrepreneurs en phase avec la mission du Tiers Lieu.

Eye On Franchising
Air Force Veteran, Betsy Feaster Becomes CEO of Dog Training Elite

Eye On Franchising

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 12, 2024 23:23


Welcome back to another episode of Eye on Franchising where you learn how to become your own boss! Today's guest is Air Force Veteran and CEO of Dog Training Elite, Betsy Feaster. She talks about her journey into the franchise industry and how her past careers have helped her become a successful franchise owner. Betsy goes into depth on the benefits of dog training and what her company offers their clients, as well as the training that future franchisees will receive when starting out. Check out the video podcast on my Youtube channel and don't forget to like and subscribe! Link to Website: eyeonfranchising.comLink to Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC20LI036w8THs6-Ahzw9vyg

Doctor Who: Tin Dog Podcast
TDP 1221: Haunter in the Dark

Doctor Who: Tin Dog Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2023 9:03


  The Haunter of the Dark By H. P. Lovecraft (Dedicated to Robert Bloch) I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim— Where they roll in their horror unheeded, Without knowledge or lustre or name. —Nemesis. Cautious investigators will hesitate to challenge the common belief that Robert Blake was killed by lightning, or by some profound nervous shock derived from an electrical discharge. It is true that the window he faced was unbroken, but Nature has shewn herself capable of many freakish performances. The expression on his face may easily have arisen from some obscure muscular source unrelated to anything he saw, while the entries in his diary are clearly the result of a fantastic imagination aroused by certain local superstitions and by certain old matters he had uncovered. As for the anomalous conditions at the deserted church on Federal Hill—the shrewd analyst is not slow in attributing them to some charlatanry, conscious or unconscious, with at least some of which Blake was secretly connected. For after all, the victim was a writer and painter wholly devoted to the field of myth, dream, terror, and superstition, and avid in his quest for scenes and effects of a bizarre, spectral sort. His earlier stay in the city—a visit to a strange old man as deeply given to occult and forbidden lore as he—had ended amidst death and flame, and it must have been some morbid instinct which drew him back from his home in Milwaukee. He may have known of the old stories despite his statements to the contrary in the diary, and his death may have nipped in the bud some stupendous hoax destined to have a literary reflection. Among those, however, who have examined and correlated all this evidence, there remain several who cling to less rational and commonplace theories. They are inclined to take much of Blake's diary at its face value, and point significantly to certain facts such as the undoubted genuineness of the old church record, the verified existence of the disliked and unorthodox Starry Wisdom sect prior to 1877, the recorded disappearance of an inquisitive reporter named Edwin M. Lillibridge in 1893, and—above all—the look of monstrous, transfiguring fear on the face of the young writer when he died. It was one of these believers who, moved to fanatical extremes, threw into the bay the curiously angled stone and its strangely adorned metal box found in the old church steeple—the black windowless steeple, and not the tower where Blake's diary said those things originally were. Though widely censured both officially and unofficially, this man—a reputable physician with a taste for odd folklore—averred that he had rid the earth of something too dangerous to rest upon it. Between these two schools of opinion the reader must judge for himself. The papers have given the tangible details from a sceptical angle, leaving for others the drawing of the picture as Robert Blake saw it—or thought he saw it—or pretended to see it. Now, studying the diary closely, dispassionately, and at leisure, let us summarise the dark chain of events from the expressed point of view of their chief actor. Young Blake returned to Providence in the winter of 1934–5, taking the upper floor of a venerable dwelling in a grassy court off College Street—on the crest of the great eastward hill near the Brown University campus and behind the marble John Hay Library. It was a cosy and fascinating place, in a little garden oasis of village-like antiquity where huge, friendly cats sunned themselves atop a convenient shed. The square Georgian house had a monitor roof, classic doorway with fan carving, small-paned windows, and all the other earmarks of early nineteenth-century workmanship. Inside were six-panelled doors, wide floor-boards, a curving colonial staircase, white Adam-period mantels, and a rear set of rooms three steps below the general level. Blake's study, a large southwest chamber, overlooked the front garden on one side, while its west windows—before one of which he had his desk—faced off from the brow of the hill and commanded a splendid view of the lower town's outspread roofs and of the mystical sunsets that flamed behind them. On the far horizon were the open countryside's purple slopes. Against these, some two miles away, rose the spectral hump of Federal Hill, bristling with huddled roofs and steeples whose remote outlines wavered mysteriously, taking fantastic forms as the smoke of the city swirled up and enmeshed them. Blake had a curious sense that he was looking upon some unknown, ethereal world which might or might not vanish in dream if ever he tried to seek it out and enter it in person. Having sent home for most of his books, Blake bought some antique furniture suitable to his quarters and settled down to write and paint—living alone, and attending to the simple housework himself. His studio was in a north attic room, where the panes of the monitor roof furnished admirable lighting. During that first winter he produced five of his best-known short stories—“The Burrower Beneath”, “The Stairs in the Crypt”, “Shaggai”, “In the Vale of Pnath”, and “The Feaster from the Stars”—and painted seven canvases; studies of nameless, unhuman monsters, and profoundly alien, non-terrestrial landscapes. At sunset he would often sit at his desk and gaze dreamily off at the outspread west—the dark towers of Memorial Hall just below, the Georgian court-house belfry, the lofty pinnacles of the downtown section, and that shimmering, spire-crowned mound in the distance whose unknown streets and labyrinthine gables so potently provoked his fancy. From his few local acquaintances he learned that the far-off slope was a vast Italian quarter, though most of the houses were remnants of older Yankee and Irish days. Now and then he would train his field-glasses on that spectral, unreachable world beyond the curling smoke; picking out individual roofs and chimneys and steeples, and speculating upon the bizarre and curious mysteries they might house. Even with optical aid Federal Hill seemed somehow alien, half fabulous, and linked to the unreal, intangible marvels of Blake's own tales and pictures. The feeling would persist long after the hill had faded into the violet, lamp-starred twilight, and the court-house floodlights and the red Industrial Trust beacon had blazed up to make the night grotesque. Of all the distant objects on Federal Hill, a certain huge, dark church most fascinated Blake. It stood out with especial distinctness at certain hours of the day, and at sunset the great tower and tapering steeple loomed blackly against the flaming sky. It seemed to rest on especially high ground; for the grimy facade, and the obliquely seen north side with sloping roof and the tops of great pointed windows, rose boldly above the tangle of surrounding ridgepoles and chimney-pots. Peculiarly grim and austere, it appeared to be built of stone, stained and weathered with the smoke and storms of a century and more. The style, so far as the glass could shew, was that earliest experimental form of Gothic revival which preceded the stately Upjohn period and held over some of the outlines and proportions of the Georgian age. Perhaps it was reared around 1810 or 1815. As months passed, Blake watched the far-off, forbidding structure with an oddly mounting interest. Since the vast windows were never lighted, he knew that it must be vacant. The longer he watched, the more his imagination worked, till at length he began to fancy curious things. He believed that a vague, singular aura of desolation hovered over the place, so that even the pigeons and swallows shunned its smoky eaves. Around other towers and belfries his glass would reveal great flocks of birds, but here they never rested. At least, that is what he thought and set down in his diary. He pointed the place out to several friends, but none of them had even been on Federal Hill or possessed the faintest notion of what the church was or had been. In the spring a deep restlessness gripped Blake. He had begun his long-planned novel—based on a supposed survival of the witch-cult in Maine—but was strangely unable to make progress with it. More and more he would sit at his westward window and gaze at the distant hill and the black, frowning steeple shunned by the birds. When the delicate leaves came out on the garden boughs the world was filled with a new beauty, but Blake's restlessness was merely increased. It was then that he first thought of crossing the city and climbing bodily up that fabulous slope into the smoke-wreathed world of dream. Late in April, just before the aeon-shadowed Walpurgis time, Blake made his first trip into the unknown. Plodding through the endless downtown streets and the bleak, decayed squares beyond, he came finally upon the ascending avenue of century-worn steps, sagging Doric porches, and blear-paned cupolas which he felt must lead up to the long-known, unreachable world beyond the mists. There were dingy blue-and-white street signs which meant nothing to him, and presently he noted the strange, dark faces of the drifting crowds, and the foreign signs over curious shops in brown, decade-weathered buildings. Nowhere could he find any of the objects he had seen from afar; so that once more he half fancied that the Federal Hill of that distant view was a dream-world never to be trod by living human feet. Now and then a battered church facade or crumbling spire came in sight, but never the blackened pile that he sought. When he asked a shopkeeper about a great stone church the man smiled and shook his head, though he spoke English freely. As Blake climbed higher, the region seemed stranger and stranger, with bewildering mazes of brooding brown alleys leading eternally off to the south. He crossed two or three broad avenues, and once thought he glimpsed a familiar tower. Again he asked a merchant about the massive church of stone, and this time he could have sworn that the plea of ignorance was feigned. The dark man's face had a look of fear which he tried to hide, and Blake saw him make a curious sign with his right hand. Then suddenly a black spire stood out against the cloudy sky on his left, above the tiers of brown roofs lining the tangled southerly alleys. Blake knew at once what it was, and plunged toward it through the squalid, unpaved lanes that climbed from the avenue. Twice he lost his way, but he somehow dared not ask any of the patriarchs or housewives who sat on their doorsteps, or any of the children who shouted and played in the mud of the shadowy lanes. At last he saw the tower plain against the southwest, and a huge stone bulk rose darkly at the end of an alley. Presently he stood in a windswept open square, quaintly cobblestoned, with a high bank wall on the farther side. This was the end of his quest; for upon the wide, iron-railed, weed-grown plateau which the wall supported—a separate, lesser world raised fully six feet above the surrounding streets—there stood a grim, titan bulk whose identity, despite Blake's new perspective, was beyond dispute. The vacant church was in a state of great decrepitude. Some of the high stone buttresses had fallen, and several delicate finials lay half lost among the brown, neglected weeds and grasses. The sooty Gothic windows were largely unbroken, though many of the stone mullions were missing. Blake wondered how the obscurely painted panes could have survived so well, in view of the known habits of small boys the world over. The massive doors were intact and tightly closed. Around the top of the bank wall, fully enclosing the grounds, was a rusty iron fence whose gate—at the head of a flight of steps from the square—was visibly padlocked. The path from the gate to the building was completely overgrown. Desolation and decay hung like a pall above the place, and in the birdless eaves and black, ivyless walls Blake felt a touch of the dimly sinister beyond his power to define. There were very few people in the square, but Blake saw a policeman at the northerly end and approached him with questions about the church. He was a great wholesome Irishman, and it seemed odd that he would do little more than make the sign of the cross and mutter that people never spoke of that building. When Blake pressed him he said very hurriedly that the Italian priests warned everybody against it, vowing that a monstrous evil had once dwelt there and left its mark. He himself had heard dark whispers of it from his father, who recalled certain sounds and rumours from his boyhood. There had been a bad sect there in the ould days—an outlaw sect that called up awful things from some unknown gulf of night. It had taken a good priest to exorcise what had come, though there did be those who said that merely the light could do it. If Father O'Malley were alive there would be many the thing he could tell. But now there was nothing to do but let it alone. It hurt nobody now, and those that owned it were dead or far away. They had run away like rats after the threatening talk in '77, when people began to mind the way folks vanished now and then in the neighbourhood. Some day the city would step in and take the property for lack of heirs, but little good would come of anybody's touching it. Better it be left alone for the years to topple, lest things be stirred that ought to rest forever in their black abyss. After the policeman had gone Blake stood staring at the sullen steepled pile. It excited him to find that the structure seemed as sinister to others as to him, and he wondered what grain of truth might lie behind the old tales the bluecoat had repeated. Probably they were mere legends evoked by the evil look of the place, but even so, they were like a strange coming to life of one of his own stories. The afternoon sun came out from behind dispersing clouds, but seemed unable to light up the stained, sooty walls of the old temple that towered on its high plateau. It was odd that the green of spring had not touched the brown, withered growths in the raised, iron-fenced yard. Blake found himself edging nearer the raised area and examining the bank wall and rusted fence for possible avenues of ingress. There was a terrible lure about the blackened fane which was not to be resisted. The fence had no opening near the steps, but around on the north side were some missing bars. He could go up the steps and walk around on the narrow coping outside the fence till he came to the gap. If the people feared the place so wildly, he would encounter no interference. He was on the embankment and almost inside the fence before anyone noticed him. Then, looking down, he saw the few people in the square edging away and making the same sign with their right hands that the shopkeeper in the avenue had made. Several windows were slammed down, and a fat woman darted into the street and pulled some small children inside a rickety, unpainted house. The gap in the fence was very easy to pass through, and before long Blake found himself wading amidst the rotting, tangled growths of the deserted yard. Here and there the worn stump of a headstone told him that there had once been burials in this field; but that, he saw, must have been very long ago. The sheer bulk of the church was oppressive now that he was close to it, but he conquered his mood and approached to try the three great doors in the facade. All were securely locked, so he began a circuit of the Cyclopean building in quest of some minor and more penetrable opening. Even then he could not be sure that he wished to enter that haunt of desertion and shadow, yet the pull of its strangeness dragged him on automatically. A yawning and unprotected cellar window in the rear furnished the needed aperture. Peering in, Blake saw a subterrene gulf of cobwebs and dust faintly litten by the western sun's filtered rays. Debris, old barrels, and ruined boxes and furniture of numerous sorts met his eye, though over everything lay a shroud of dust which softened all sharp outlines. The rusted remains of a hot-air furnace shewed that the building had been used and kept in shape as late as mid-Victorian times. Acting almost without conscious initiative, Blake crawled through the window and let himself down to the dust-carpeted and debris-strown concrete floor. The vaulted cellar was a vast one, without partitions; and in a corner far to the right, amid dense shadows, he saw a black archway evidently leading upstairs. He felt a peculiar sense of oppression at being actually within the great spectral building, but kept it in check as he cautiously scouted about—finding a still-intact barrel amid the dust, and rolling it over to the open window to provide for his exit. Then, bracing himself, he crossed the wide, cobweb-festooned space toward the arch. Half choked with the omnipresent dust, and covered with ghostly gossamer fibres, he reached and began to climb the worn stone steps which rose into the darkness. He had no light, but groped carefully with his hands. After a sharp turn he felt a closed door ahead, and a little fumbling revealed its ancient latch. It opened inward, and beyond it he saw a dimly illumined corridor lined with worm-eaten panelling. Once on the ground floor, Blake began exploring in a rapid fashion. All the inner doors were unlocked, so that he freely passed from room to room. The colossal nave was an almost eldritch place with its drifts and mountains of dust over box pews, altar, hourglass pulpit, and sounding-board, and its titanic ropes of cobweb stretching among the pointed arches of the gallery and entwining the clustered Gothic columns. Over all this hushed desolation played a hideous leaden light as the declining afternoon sun sent its rays through the strange, half-blackened panes of the great apsidal windows. The paintings on those windows were so obscured by soot that Blake could scarcely decipher what they had represented, but from the little he could make out he did not like them. The designs were largely conventional, and his knowledge of obscure symbolism told him much concerning some of the ancient patterns. The few saints depicted bore expressions distinctly open to criticism, while one of the windows seemed to shew merely a dark space with spirals of curious luminosity scattered about in it. Turning away from the windows, Blake noticed that the cobwebbed cross above the altar was not of the ordinary kind, but resembled the primordial ankh or crux ansata of shadowy Egypt. In a rear vestry room beside the apse Blake found a rotting desk and ceiling-high shelves of mildewed, disintegrating books. Here for the first time he received a positive shock of objective horror, for the titles of those books told him much. They were the black, forbidden things which most sane people have never even heard of, or have heard of only in furtive, timorous whispers; the banned and dreaded repositories of equivocal secrets and immemorial formulae which have trickled down the stream of time from the days of man's youth, and the dim, fabulous days before man was. He had himself read many of them—a Latin version of the abhorred Necronomicon, the sinister Liber Ivonis, the infamous Cultes des Goules of Comte d'Erlette, the Unaussprechlichen Kulten of von Junzt, and old Ludvig Prinn's hellish De Vermis Mysteriis. But there were others he had known merely by reputation or not at all—the Pnakotic Manuscripts, the Book of Dzyan, and a crumbling volume in wholly unidentifiable characters yet with certain symbols and diagrams shudderingly recognisable to the occult student. Clearly, the lingering local rumours had not lied. This place had once been the seat of an evil older than mankind and wider than the known universe. In the ruined desk was a small leather-bound record-book filled with entries in some odd cryptographic medium. The manuscript writing consisted of the common traditional symbols used today in astronomy and anciently in alchemy, astrology, and other dubious arts—the devices of the sun, moon, planets, aspects, and zodiacal signs—here massed in solid pages of text, with divisions and paragraphings suggesting that each symbol answered to some alphabetical letter. In the hope of later solving the cryptogram, Blake bore off this volume in his coat pocket. Many of the great tomes on the shelves fascinated him unutterably, and he felt tempted to borrow them at some later time. He wondered how they could have remained undisturbed so long. Was he the first to conquer the clutching, pervasive fear which had for nearly sixty years protected this deserted place from visitors? Having now thoroughly explored the ground floor, Blake ploughed again through the dust of the spectral nave to the front vestibule, where he had seen a door and staircase presumably leading up to the blackened tower and steeple—objects so long familiar to him at a distance. The ascent was a choking experience, for dust lay thick, while the spiders had done their worst in this constricted place. The staircase was a spiral with high, narrow wooden treads, and now and then Blake passed a clouded window looking dizzily out over the city. Though he had seen no ropes below, he expected to find a bell or peal of bells in the tower whose narrow, louver-boarded lancet windows his field-glass had studied so often. Here he was doomed to disappointment; for when he attained the top of the stairs he found the tower chamber vacant of chimes, and clearly devoted to vastly different purposes. The room, about fifteen feet square, was faintly lighted by four lancet windows, one on each side, which were glazed within their screening of decayed louver-boards. These had been further fitted with tight, opaque screens, but the latter were now largely rotted away. In the centre of the dust-laden floor rose a curiously angled stone pillar some four feet in height and two in average diameter, covered on each side with bizarre, crudely incised, and wholly unrecognisable hieroglyphs. On this pillar rested a metal box of peculiarly asymmetrical form; its hinged lid thrown back, and its interior holding what looked beneath the decade-deep dust to be an egg-shaped or irregularly spherical object some four inches through. Around the pillar in a rough circle were seven high-backed Gothic chairs still largely intact, while behind them, ranging along the dark-panelled walls, were seven colossal images of crumbling, black-painted plaster, resembling more than anything else the cryptic carven megaliths of mysterious Easter Island. In one corner of the cobwebbed chamber a ladder was built into the wall, leading up to the closed trap-door of the windowless steeple above. As Blake grew accustomed to the feeble light he noticed odd bas-reliefs on the strange open box of yellowish metal. Approaching, he tried to clear the dust away with his hands and handkerchief, and saw that the figurings were of a monstrous and utterly alien kind; depicting entities which, though seemingly alive, resembled no known life-form ever evolved on this planet. The four-inch seeming sphere turned out to be a nearly black, red-striated polyhedron with many irregular flat surfaces; either a very remarkable crystal of some sort, or an artificial object of carved and highly polished mineral matter. It did not touch the bottom of the box, but was held suspended by means of a metal band around its centre, with seven queerly designed supports extending horizontally to angles of the box's inner wall near the top. This stone, once exposed, exerted upon Blake an almost alarming fascination. He could scarcely tear his eyes from it, and as he looked at its glistening surfaces he almost fancied it was transparent, with half-formed worlds of wonder within. Into his mind floated pictures of alien orbs with great stone towers, and other orbs with titan mountains and no mark of life, and still remoter spaces where only a stirring in vague blacknesses told of the presence of consciousness and will. When he did look away, it was to notice a somewhat singular mound of dust in the far corner near the ladder to the steeple. Just why it took his attention he could not tell, but something in its contours carried a message to his unconscious mind. Ploughing toward it, and brushing aside the hanging cobwebs as he went, he began to discern something grim about it. Hand and handkerchief soon revealed the truth, and Blake gasped with a baffling mixture of emotions. It was a human skeleton, and it must have been there for a very long time. The clothing was in shreds, but some buttons and fragments of cloth bespoke a man's grey suit. There were other bits of evidence—shoes, metal clasps, huge buttons for round cuffs, a stickpin of bygone pattern, a reporter's badge with the name of the old Providence Telegram, and a crumbling leather pocketbook. Blake examined the latter with care, finding within it several bills of antiquated issue, a celluloid advertising calendar for 1893, some cards with the name “Edwin M. Lillibridge”, and a paper covered with pencilled memoranda. This paper held much of a puzzling nature, and Blake read it carefully at the dim westward window. Its disjointed text included such phrases as the following: “Prof. Enoch Bowen home from Egypt May 1844—buys old Free-Will Church in July—his archaeological work & studies in occult well known.” “Dr. Drowne of 4th Baptist warns against Starry Wisdom in sermon Dec. 29, 1844.” “Congregation 97 by end of '45.” “1846—3 disappearances—first mention of Shining Trapezohedron.” “7 disappearances 1848—stories of blood sacrifice begin.” “Investigation 1853 comes to nothing—stories of sounds.” “Fr. O'Malley tells of devil-worship with box found in great Egyptian ruins—says they call up something that can't exist in light. Flees a little light, and banished by strong light. Then has to be summoned again. Probably got this from deathbed confession of Francis X. Feeney, who had joined Starry Wisdom in '49. These people say the Shining Trapezohedron shews them heaven & other worlds, & that the Haunter of the Dark tells them secrets in some way.” “Story of Orrin B. Eddy 1857. They call it up by gazing at the crystal, & have a secret language of their own.” “200 or more in cong. 1863, exclusive of men at front.” “Irish boys mob church in 1869 after Patrick Regan's disappearance.” “Veiled article in J. March 14, '72, but people don't talk about it.” “6 disappearances 1876—secret committee calls on Mayor Doyle.” “Action promised Feb. 1877—church closes in April.” “Gang—Federal Hill Boys—threaten Dr. —— and vestrymen in May.” “181 persons leave city before end of '77—mention no names.” “Ghost stories begin around 1880—try to ascertain truth of report that no human being has entered church since 1877.” “Ask Lanigan for photograph of place taken 1851.” . . . Restoring the paper to the pocketbook and placing the latter in his coat, Blake turned to look down at the skeleton in the dust. The implications of the notes were clear, and there could be no doubt but that this man had come to the deserted edifice forty-two years before in quest of a newspaper sensation which no one else had been bold enough to attempt. Perhaps no one else had known of his plan—who could tell? But he had never returned to his paper. Had some bravely suppressed fear risen to overcome him and bring on sudden heart-failure? Blake stooped over the gleaming bones and noted their peculiar state. Some of them were badly scattered, and a few seemed oddly dissolved at the ends. Others were strangely yellowed, with vague suggestions of charring. This charring extended to some of the fragments of clothing. The skull was in a very peculiar state—stained yellow, and with a charred aperture in the top as if some powerful acid had eaten through the solid bone. What had happened to the skeleton during its four decades of silent entombment here Blake could not imagine. Before he realised it, he was looking at the stone again, and letting its curious influence call up a nebulous pageantry in his mind. He saw processions of robed, hooded figures whose outlines were not human, and looked on endless leagues of desert lined with carved, sky-reaching monoliths. He saw towers and walls in nighted depths under the sea, and vortices of space where wisps of black mist floated before thin shimmerings of cold purple haze. And beyond all else he glimpsed an infinite gulf of darkness, where solid and semi-solid forms were known only by their windy stirrings, and cloudy patterns of force seemed to superimpose order on chaos and hold forth a key to all the paradoxes and arcana of the worlds we know. Then all at once the spell was broken by an access of gnawing, indeterminate panic fear. Blake choked and turned away from the stone, conscious of some formless alien presence close to him and watching him with horrible intentness. He felt entangled with something—something which was not in the stone, but which had looked through it at him—something which would ceaselessly follow him with a cognition that was not physical sight. Plainly, the place was getting on his nerves—as well it might in view of his gruesome find. The light was waning, too, and since he had no illuminant with him he knew he would have to be leaving soon. It was then, in the gathering twilight, that he thought he saw a faint trace of luminosity in the crazily angled stone. He had tried to look away from it, but some obscure compulsion drew his eyes back. Was there a subtle phosphorescence of radio-activity about the thing? What was it that the dead man's notes had said concerning a Shining Trapezohedron? What, anyway, was this abandoned lair of cosmic evil? What had been done here, and what might still be lurking in the bird-shunned shadows? It seemed now as if an elusive touch of foetor had arisen somewhere close by, though its source was not apparent. Blake seized the cover of the long-open box and snapped it down. It moved easily on its alien hinges, and closed completely over the unmistakably glowing stone. At the sharp click of that closing a soft stirring sound seemed to come from the steeple's eternal blackness overhead, beyond the trap-door. Rats, without question—the only living things to reveal their presence in this accursed pile since he had entered it. And yet that stirring in the steeple frightened him horribly, so that he plunged almost wildly down the spiral stairs, across the ghoulish nave, into the vaulted basement, out amidst the gathering dusk of the deserted square, and down through the teeming, fear-haunted alleys and avenues of Federal Hill toward the sane central streets and the home-like brick sidewalks of the college district. During the days which followed, Blake told no one of his expedition. Instead, he read much in certain books, examined long years of newspaper files downtown, and worked feverishly at the cryptogram in that leather volume from the cobwebbed vestry room. The cipher, he soon saw, was no simple one; and after a long period of endeavour he felt sure that its language could not be English, Latin, Greek, French, Spanish, Italian, or German. Evidently he would have to draw upon the deepest wells of his strange erudition. Every evening the old impulse to gaze westward returned, and he saw the black steeple as of yore amongst the bristling roofs of a distant and half-fabulous world. But now it held a fresh note of terror for him. He knew the heritage of evil lore it masked, and with the knowledge his vision ran riot in queer new ways. The birds of spring were returning, and as he watched their sunset flights he fancied they avoided the gaunt, lone spire as never before. When a flock of them approached it, he thought, they would wheel and scatter in panic confusion—and he could guess at the wild twitterings which failed to reach him across the intervening miles. It was in June that Blake's diary told of his victory over the cryptogram. The text was, he found, in the dark Aklo language used by certain cults of evil antiquity, and known to him in a halting way through previous researches. The diary is strangely reticent about what Blake deciphered, but he was patently awed and disconcerted by his results. There are references to a Haunter of the Dark awaked by gazing into the Shining Trapezohedron, and insane conjectures about the black gulfs of chaos from which it was called. The being is spoken of as holding all knowledge, and demanding monstrous sacrifices. Some of Blake's entries shew fear lest the thing, which he seemed to regard as summoned, stalk abroad; though he adds that the street-lights form a bulwark which cannot be crossed. Of the Shining Trapezohedron he speaks often, calling it a window on all time and space, and tracing its history from the days it was fashioned on dark Yuggoth, before ever the Old Ones brought it to earth. It was treasured and placed in its curious box by the crinoid things of Antarctica, salvaged from their ruins by the serpent-men of Valusia, and peered at aeons later in Lemuria by the first human beings. It crossed strange lands and stranger seas, and sank with Atlantis before a Minoan fisher meshed it in his net and sold it to swarthy merchants from nighted Khem. The Pharaoh Nephren-Ka built around it a temple with a windowless crypt, and did that which caused his name to be stricken from all monuments and records. Then it slept in the ruins of that evil fane which the priests and the new Pharaoh destroyed, till the delver's spade once more brought it forth to curse mankind. Early in July the newspapers oddly supplement Blake's entries, though in so brief and casual a way that only the diary has called general attention to their contribution. It appears that a new fear had been growing on Federal Hill since a stranger had entered the dreaded church. The Italians whispered of unaccustomed stirrings and bumpings and scrapings in the dark windowless steeple, and called on their priests to banish an entity which haunted their dreams. Something, they said, was constantly watching at a door to see if it were dark enough to venture forth. Press items mentioned the long-standing local superstitions, but failed to shed much light on the earlier background of the horror. It was obvious that the young reporters of today are no antiquarians. In writing of these things in his diary, Blake expresses a curious kind of remorse, and talks of the duty of burying the Shining Trapezohedron and of banishing what he had evoked by letting daylight into the hideous jutting spire. At the same time, however, he displays the dangerous extent of his fascination, and admits a morbid longing—pervading even his dreams—to visit the accursed tower and gaze again into the cosmic secrets of the glowing stone. Then something in the Journal on the morning of July 17 threw the diarist into a veritable fever of horror. It was only a variant of the other half-humorous items about the Federal Hill restlessness, but to Blake it was somehow very terrible indeed. In the night a thunderstorm had put the city's lighting-system out of commission for a full hour, and in that black interval the Italians had nearly gone mad with fright. Those living near the dreaded church had sworn that the thing in the steeple had taken advantage of the street-lamps' absence and gone down into the body of the church, flopping and bumping around in a viscous, altogether dreadful way. Toward the last it had bumped up to the tower, where there were sounds of the shattering of glass. It could go wherever the darkness reached, but light would always send it fleeing. When the current blazed on again there had been a shocking commotion in the tower, for even the feeble light trickling through the grime-blackened, louver-boarded windows was too much for the thing. It had bumped and slithered up into its tenebrous steeple just in time—for a long dose of light would have sent it back into the abyss whence the crazy stranger had called it. During the dark hour praying crowds had clustered round the church in the rain with lighted candles and lamps somehow shielded with folded paper and umbrellas—a guard of light to save the city from the nightmare that stalks in darkness. Once, those nearest the church declared, the outer door had rattled hideously. But even this was not the worst. That evening in the Bulletin Blake read of what the reporters had found. Aroused at last to the whimsical news value of the scare, a pair of them had defied the frantic crowds of Italians and crawled into the church through the cellar window after trying the doors in vain. They found the dust of the vestibule and of the spectral nave ploughed up in a singular way, with bits of rotted cushions and satin pew-linings scattered curiously around. There was a bad odour everywhere, and here and there were bits of yellow stain and patches of what looked like charring. Opening the door to the tower, and pausing a moment at the suspicion of a scraping sound above, they found the narrow spiral stairs wiped roughly clean. In the tower itself a similarly half-swept condition existed. They spoke of the heptagonal stone pillar, the overturned Gothic chairs, and the bizarre plaster images; though strangely enough the metal box and the old mutilated skeleton were not mentioned. What disturbed Blake the most—except for the hints of stains and charring and bad odours—was the final detail that explained the crashing glass. Every one of the tower's lancet windows was broken, and two of them had been darkened in a crude and hurried way by the stuffing of satin pew-linings and cushion-horsehair into the spaces between the slanting exterior louver-boards. More satin fragments and bunches of horsehair lay scattered around the newly swept floor, as if someone had been interrupted in the act of restoring the tower to the absolute blackness of its tightly curtained days. Yellowish stains and charred patches were found on the ladder to the windowless spire, but when a reporter climbed up, opened the horizontally sliding trap-door, and shot a feeble flashlight beam into the black and strangely foetid space, he saw nothing but darkness, and an heterogeneous litter of shapeless fragments near the aperture. The verdict, of course, was charlatanry. Somebody had played a joke on the superstitious hill-dwellers, or else some fanatic had striven to bolster up their fears for their own supposed good. Or perhaps some of the younger and more sophisticated dwellers had staged an elaborate hoax on the outside world. There was an amusing aftermath when the police sent an officer to verify the reports. Three men in succession found ways of evading the assignment, and the fourth went very reluctantly and returned very soon without adding to the account given by the reporters. From this point onward Blake's diary shews a mounting tide of insidious horror and nervous apprehension. He upbraids himself for not doing something, and speculates wildly on the consequences of another electrical breakdown. It has been verified that on three occasions—during thunderstorms—he telephoned the electric light company in a frantic vein and asked that desperate precautions against a lapse of power be taken. Now and then his entries shew concern over the failure of the reporters to find the metal box and stone, and the strangely marred old skeleton, when they explored the shadowy tower room. He assumed that these things had been removed—whither, and by whom or what, he could only guess. But his worst fears concerned himself, and the kind of unholy rapport he felt to exist between his mind and that lurking horror in the distant steeple—that monstrous thing of night which his rashness had called out of the ultimate black spaces. He seemed to feel a constant tugging at his will, and callers of that period remember how he would sit abstractedly at his desk and stare out of the west window at that far-off, spire-bristling mound beyond the swirling smoke of the city. His entries dwell monotonously on certain terrible dreams, and of a strengthening of the unholy rapport in his sleep. There is mention of a night when he awaked to find himself fully dressed, outdoors, and headed automatically down College Hill toward the west. Again and again he dwells on the fact that the thing in the steeple knows where to find him. The week following July 30 is recalled as the time of Blake's partial breakdown. He did not dress, and ordered all his food by telephone. Visitors remarked the cords he kept near his bed, and he said that sleep-walking had forced him to bind his ankles every night with knots which would probably hold or else waken him with the labour of untying. In his diary he told of the hideous experience which had brought the collapse. After retiring on the night of the 30th he had suddenly found himself groping about in an almost black space. All he could see were short, faint, horizontal streaks of bluish light, but he could smell an overpowering foetor and hear a curious jumble of soft, furtive sounds above him. Whenever he moved he stumbled over something, and at each noise there would come a sort of answering sound from above—a vague stirring, mixed with the cautious sliding of wood on wood. Once his groping hands encountered a pillar of stone with a vacant top, whilst later he found himself clutching the rungs of a ladder built into the wall, and fumbling his uncertain way upward toward some region of intenser stench where a hot, searing blast beat down against him. Before his eyes a kaleidoscopic range of phantasmal images played, all of them dissolving at intervals into the picture of a vast, unplumbed abyss of night wherein whirled suns and worlds of an even profounder blackness. He thought of the ancient legends of Ultimate Chaos, at whose centre sprawls the blind idiot god Azathoth, Lord of All Things, encircled by his flopping horde of mindless and amorphous dancers, and lulled by the thin monotonous piping of a daemoniac flute held in nameless paws. Then a sharp report from the outer world broke through his stupor and roused him to the unutterable horror of his position. What it was, he never knew—perhaps it was some belated peal from the fireworks heard all summer on Federal Hill as the dwellers hail their various patron saints, or the saints of their native villages in Italy. In any event he shrieked aloud, dropped frantically from the ladder, and stumbled blindly across the obstructed floor of the almost lightless chamber that encompassed him. He knew instantly where he was, and plunged recklessly down the narrow spiral staircase, tripping and bruising himself at every turn. There was a nightmare flight through a vast cobwebbed nave whose ghostly arches reached up to realms of leering shadow, a sightless scramble through a littered basement, a climb to regions of air and street-lights outside, and a mad racing down a spectral hill of gibbering gables, across a grim, silent city of tall black towers, and up the steep eastward precipice to his own ancient door. On regaining consciousness in the morning he found himself lying on his study floor fully dressed. Dirt and cobwebs covered him, and every inch of his body seemed sore and bruised. When he faced the mirror he saw that his hair was badly scorched, while a trace of strange, evil odour seemed to cling to his upper outer clothing. It was then that his nerves broke down. Thereafter, lounging exhaustedly about in a dressing-gown, he did little but stare from his west window, shiver at the threat of thunder, and make wild entries in his diary. The great storm broke just before midnight on August 8th. Lightning struck repeatedly in all parts of the city, and two remarkable fireballs were reported. The rain was torrential, while a constant fusillade of thunder brought sleeplessness to thousands. Blake was utterly frantic in his fear for the lighting system, and tried to telephone the company around 1 a.m., though by that time service had been temporarily cut off in the interest of safety. He recorded everything in his diary—the large, nervous, and often undecipherable hieroglyphs telling their own story of growing frenzy and despair, and of entries scrawled blindly in the dark. He had to keep the house dark in order to see out the window, and it appears that most of his time was spent at his desk, peering anxiously through the rain across the glistening miles of downtown roofs at the constellation of distant lights marking Federal Hill. Now and then he would fumblingly make an entry in his diary, so that detached phrases such as “The lights must not go”; “It knows where I am”; “I must destroy it”; and “It is calling to me, but perhaps it means no injury this time”; are found scattered down two of the pages. Then the lights went out all over the city. It happened at 2:12 a.m. according to power-house records, but Blake's diary gives no indication of the time. The entry is merely, “Lights out—God help me.” On Federal Hill there were watchers as anxious as he, and rain-soaked knots of men paraded the square and alleys around the evil church with umbrella-shaded candles, electric flashlights, oil lanterns, crucifixes, and obscure charms of the many sorts common to southern Italy. They blessed each flash of lightning, and made cryptical signs of fear with their right hands when a turn in the storm caused the flashes to lessen and finally to cease altogether. A rising wind blew out most of the candles, so that the scene grew threateningly dark. Someone roused Father Merluzzo of Spirito Santo Church, and he hastened to the dismal square to pronounce whatever helpful syllables he could. Of the restless and curious sounds in the blackened tower, there could be no doubt whatever. For what happened at 2:35 we have the testimony of the priest, a young, intelligent, and well-educated person; of Patrolman William J. Monahan of the Central Station, an officer of the highest reliability who had paused at that part of his beat to inspect the crowd; and of most of the seventy-eight men who had gathered around the church's high bank wall—especially those in the square where the eastward facade was visible. Of course there was nothing which can be proved as being outside the order of Nature. The possible causes of such an event are many. No one can speak with certainty of the obscure chemical processes arising in a vast, ancient, ill-aired, and long-deserted building of heterogeneous contents. Mephitic vapours—spontaneous combustion—pressure of gases born of long decay—any one of numberless phenomena might be responsible. And then, of course, the factor of conscious charlatanry can by no means be excluded. The thing was really quite simple in itself, and covered less than three minutes of actual time. Father Merluzzo, always a precise man, looked at his watch repeatedly. It started with a definite swelling of the dull fumbling sounds inside the black tower. There had for some time been a vague exhalation of strange, evil odours from the church, and this had now become emphatic and offensive. Then at last there was a sound of splintering wood, and a large, heavy object crashed down in the yard beneath the frowning easterly facade. The tower was invisible now that the candles would not burn, but as the object neared the ground the people knew that it was the smoke-grimed louver-boarding of that tower's east window. Immediately afterward an utterly unbearable foetor welled forth from the unseen heights, choking and sickening the trembling watchers, and almost prostrating those in the square. At the same time the air trembled with a vibration as of flapping wings, and a sudden east-blowing wind more violent than any previous blast snatched off the hats and wrenched the dripping umbrellas of the crowd. Nothing definite could be seen in the candleless night, though some upward-looking spectators thought they glimpsed a great spreading blur of denser blackness against the inky sky—something like a formless cloud of smoke that shot with meteor-like speed toward the east. That was all. The watchers were half numbed with fright, awe, and discomfort, and scarcely knew what to do, or whether to do anything at all. Not knowing what had happened, they did not relax their vigil; and a moment later they sent up a prayer as a sharp flash of belated lightning, followed by an earsplitting crash of sound, rent the flooded heavens. Half an hour later the rain stopped, and in fifteen minutes more the street-lights sprang on again, sending the weary, bedraggled watchers relievedly back to their homes. The next day's papers gave these matters minor mention in connexion with the general storm reports. It seems that the great lightning flash and deafening explosion which followed the Federal Hill occurrence were even more tremendous farther east, where a burst of the singular foetor was likewise noticed. The phenomenon was most marked over College Hill, where the crash awaked all the sleeping inhabitants and led to a bewildered round of speculations. Of those who were already awake only a few saw the anomalous blaze of light near the top of the hill, or noticed the inexplicable upward rush of air which almost stripped the leaves from the trees and blasted the plants in the gardens. It was agreed that the lone, sudden lightning-bolt must have struck somewhere in this neighbourhood, though no trace of its striking could afterward be found. A youth in the Tau Omega fraternity house thought he saw a grotesque and hideous mass of smoke in the air just as the preliminary flash burst, but his observation has not been verified. All of the few observers, however, agree as to the violent gust from the west and the flood of intolerable stench which preceded the belated stroke; whilst evidence concerning the momentary burned odour after the stroke is equally general. These points were discussed very carefully because of their probable connexion with the death of Robert Blake. Students in the Psi Delta house, whose upper rear windows looked into Blake's study, noticed the blurred white face at the westward window on the morning of the 9th, and wondered what was wrong with the expression. When they saw the same face in the same position that evening, they felt worried, and watched for the lights to come up in his apartment. Later they rang the bell of the darkened flat, and finally had a policeman force the door. The rigid body sat bolt upright at the desk by the window, and when the intruders saw the glassy, bulging eyes, and the marks of stark, convulsive fright on the twisted features, they turned away in sickened dismay. Shortly afterward the coroner's physician made an examination, and despite the unbroken window reported electrical shock, or nervous tension induced by electrical discharge, as the cause of death. The hideous expression he ignored altogether, deeming it a not improbable result of the profound shock as experienced by a person of such abnormal imagination and unbalanced emotions. He deduced these latter qualities from the books, paintings, and manuscripts found in the apartment, and from the blindly scrawled entries in the diary on the desk. Blake had prolonged his frenzied jottings to the last, and the broken-pointed pencil was found clutched in his spasmodically contracted right hand. The entries after the failure of the lights were highly disjointed, and legible only in part. From them certain investigators have drawn conclusions differing greatly from the materialistic official verdict, but such speculations have little chance for belief among the conservative. The case of these imaginative theorists has not been helped by the action of superstitious Dr. Dexter, who threw the curious box and angled stone—an object certainly self-luminous as seen in the black windowless steeple where it was found—into the deepest channel of Narragansett Bay. Excessive imagination and neurotic unbalance on Blake's part, aggravated by knowledge of the evil bygone cult whose startling traces he had uncovered, form the dominant interpretation given those final frenzied jottings. These are the entries—or all that can be made of them. “Lights still out—must be five minutes now. Everything depends on lightning. Yaddith grant it will keep up! . . . Some influence seems beating through it. . . . Rain and thunder and wind deafen. . . . The thing is taking hold of my mind. . . . “Trouble with memory. I see things I never knew before. Other worlds and other galaxies . . . Dark . . . The lightning seems dark and the darkness seems light. . . . “It cannot be the real hill and church that I see in the pitch-darkness. Must be retinal impression left by flashes. Heaven grant the Italians are out with their candles if the lightning stops! “What am I afraid of? Is it not an avatar of Nyarlathotep, who in antique and shadowy Khem even took the form of man? I remember Yuggoth, and more distant Shaggai, and the ultimate void of the black planets. . . . “The long, winging flight through the void . . . cannot cross the universe of light . . . re-created by the thoughts caught in the Shining Trapezohedron . . . send it through the horrible abysses of radiance. . . . “My name is Blake—Robert Harrison Blake of 620 East Knapp Street, Milwaukee, Wisconsin. . . . I am on this planet. . . . “Azathoth have mercy!—the lightning no longer flashes—horrible—I can see everything with a monstrous sense that is not sight—light is dark and dark is light . . . those people on the hill . . . guard . . . candles and charms . . . their priests. . . . “Sense of distance gone—far is near and near is far. No light—no glass—see that steeple—that tower—window—can hear—Roderick Usher—am mad or going mad—the thing is stirring and fumbling in the tower—I am it and it is I—I want to get out . . . must get out and unify the forces. . . . It knows where I am. . . . “I am Robert Blake, but I see the tower in the dark. There is a monstrous odour . . . senses transfigured . . . boarding at that tower window cracking and giving way. . . . Iä . . . ngai . . . ygg. . . . “I see it—coming here—hell-wind—titan blur—black wings—Yog-Sothoth save me—the three-lobed burning eye. . . .”

Classic Ghost Stories
The Horror at Chilton Castle

Classic Ghost Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 3, 2023 57:13


Joseph Payne Brennan (1918-1990) was an American writer renowned for his contributions to horror, fantasy, and science fiction. Born in Bridgeport, Connecticut, he nurtured his passion for writing from a young age and later pursued his love for literature at Yale University. Brennan's career as a librarian and researcher allowed him to immerse himself in the world of storytelling. In the 1950s and 1960s, he made a significant impact in the speculative fiction realm with his supernatural and psychologically gripping tales.Brennan was a prolific writer, known for his association with the Cthulhu Mythos, a shared universe created by H.P. Lovecraft and others. His works, such as "The Slime," "Levitation," and "The Feaster from Afar," showcased his mastery of eerie atmospheres and profound understanding of the human psyche. As an editor, he co-founded the influential magazine "Macabre" and also pursued his talents in poetry. Even after his passing in 1990, Joseph Payne Brennan's legacy endures, as his vivid storytelling and terrifying narratives continue to captivate and inspire fans of horror and fantasy literature.New Patreon RequestBuzzsprout - Let's get your podcast launched! Start for FREESupport the showVisit us here: www.ghostpod.orgBuy me a coffee if you're glad I do this: https://ko-fi.com/tonywalkerIf you really want to help me, become a Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/barcudMusic by The Heartwood Institute: https://bit.ly/somecomeback

Becker’s Healthcare Podcast
Dr. William Feaster, Consultant to Medical Intelligence and Innovation

Becker’s Healthcare Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 30, 2023 9:50


This episode features Dr. William Feaster, Consultant to Medical Intelligence and Innovation. Here, he discusses his background & how he uses his past experience in his consulting work, the importance for healthcare leaders to stay on top of new AI tools, and more.

Redesigning Destiny
Conversation with Patrick Feaster and Dario Robleto

Redesigning Destiny

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 7, 2023 93:16


The Menil Collection --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/aei-leon/message

Bleav in Badger Football
Darius Hillary, Darius Feaster, and Tanner McEvoy: Vibez Golf Club Part 3

Bleav in Badger Football

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 1, 2023 78:42


In part 3 of our 4 part series with the guys from Vibez Golf Club, Bernie and Perko are joined by former Badgers defensive backs Darius Hillary and Darius Feaster, and quarterback Tanner McEvoy to talk about their involvement with Vibez, what they bring to the course, their favorite memories of Madison, and much more. Learn more about Vibez at their website and follow them on Instagram. Follow us on Twitter @BleavInBadgers and Instagram @BleavInBadgers. And make sure to check out Matt's weekly segment with Clint Cosgrove on YouTube. We encourage you, if you are able, to continue to donate to the GoFundMe for Devin Chander's family.

Unsportsmanlike Conduct
May 4 - 9 - Boobie Feaster

Unsportsmanlike Conduct

Play Episode Listen Later May 4, 2023 7:04


Nebraska's new Commit

Cream City Dreams
Lauren Feaster of Professional Dimensions

Cream City Dreams

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 26, 2023 58:31


Women supporting women? We just can't get enough, and neither can our guest today, Lauren Feaster, CEO of Professional Dimensions. If her name sounds familiar it's because SO many of our previous guests have said we need to talk to her, so we FINALLY got a spot in her calendar for a chat and here it is. This is one to share. Especially if you know a multi-dimensional, professional woman who wants to make a difference in our community. (a-hem, isn't that just about EVERY woman?). So what are you waiting for? Grab a coffee and listen in as we get real about loving on women and Milwaukee. Listen as we talk about … How a year in the back of an ambulance shaped Lauren's decision to leave the med-school path and move toward an investment in people and communities. (and women, of course!) How Lauren and her team looked carefully, thoughtfully and intentionally at what it means to be a “multi-dimensional” and “professional” woman. Words matter. Names matter. And she takes that seriously. Why mentorship and sponsorship are a key part of Professional DimensionsDJ LoLo in the house! Who else is in for a 7pm dance party? Locals and Links we love! Professional Dimensions WebsiteProfessional Dimensions Instagram 40 Under 40 in 2022 on TMJ4Show your love for Cream City DreamsAs always, we are so grateful to our listeners. If you haven't already, be sure to follow us on Facebook and Instagram. Sign up for our newsletter on our website. And we'd LOVE it if you rate and review us on Apple Podcasts. And if you're feeling even more generous, Buy us a Coffee. Support the show

College Sports Insider with Jack Ford
SOCIAL SERIES: Allison Feaster

College Sports Insider with Jack Ford

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 19, 2023 10:05


Andy Katz talks with NCAA Silver Anniversary honoree and former Harvard basketball player Allison Feaster. She is currently the vice president of team operations and organizational growth for the Boston Celtics.

All You Can Hear
Episode 299 - End of Peep-gelion (A.K.A. Easter Feaster)!

All You Can Hear

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 6, 2023 80:24


This week, Easter comes early as the Lads are joined by AYCH original Tanner to try a huge selection of Easter candies, a variety of Peeps - including Peep-flavored Pepsi - and other Spring-themed treats! Also, what happens when you mash a bunch of Peeps together into a mind-expanding slurry? Get ready to find out because the sugar hits hard and this episode goes completely off the rails! ----------------------------------- Follow Tanner! https://twitter.com/Tanner1495 ----------------------------------- Check out the entire AYCH Podcast Network! ► Caging Greatness - Nicolas Cage movie review Podcast podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/cagi…ss/id1553303334 ► AYCH Xtra - Home for even more AYCH shows! podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/aych…ra/id1649106629 ►►► Backlog Boyz: Video Game Discussion Podcast! ►►► Cinema Grimoire: Gothic/Horror Movie Discussion Podcast! ----------------------------------- Catch up on all of Season 7's episodes here: soundcloud.com/aychpodcast/sets/aych-season-7-2023 ----------------------------------- Twitch Archive YT: www.youtube.com/channel/UCIy_QGERcQFsU52SgUleyEQ If you like what we're doing here, don't forget to leave us a review! You can also follow us on all of our social media below and tell us how we're doing: -- Twitter: @aychpodcast -- Instagram: aychpodcast -- Twitch: AllYouCanHear Leave us some suggestions in our Suggestion Box as well! goo.gl/forms/AHetCWQ2m7tHDigg1

ScholarChip$
Equity, Autonomy, & Community Ft. Lauren Feaster

ScholarChip$

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 2, 2023 80:13


Our conversation with Lauren Feaster centers on all things related to leadership, equity, & service to community. Tap in!!More about Lauren:In August 2020 Lauren was appointed CEO of Professional Dimensions, a leading women's professional association in the Milwaukee area whose mission is to unite women leaders in the relentless pursuit of better. Prior to joining Professional Dimensions, Lauren served in various executive capacities within the NPO education realm with both City Year Milwaukee and Teach For America Milwaukee. During her tenure, she has led community partnerships, fundraising, staff management/coaching, training, program evaluation, strategic planning and business operations. As an advocate for leadership, education and collective impact, Lauren remains engaged in community through her service on City Year's Regional Board, the Howard Fuller Collegiate Academy Board, 88Nine Radio Milwaukee Board, HYFIN Advisory Committee and as co-chair of the K12 Civic Response Team via Greater Milwaukee Foundation. Additionally, she works to advance equity and inspire leadership as a member of Milwaukee Urban League YP, Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority, Inc. and as a Character Coach with Alverno's LACCS Program. Beyond her community involvement, when time allows you may find her performing as the popular “DJ LoLo.”Relevant Links:https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=&ved=2ahUKEwi5ha6x7L39AhXsk4kEHV3eDrgQFnoECAsQAQ&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.bizjournals.com%2Fmilwaukee%2Fnews%2F2022%2F03%2F21%2F40-under-40-lauren-feaster-professional-dimensio.html&usg=AOvVaw0UHfe804EHHAwkpl7TZ96Mhttps://www.greatermilwaukeefoundation.org/about-us/awards/greater-together-awards/doug-jansson-leadership-award-recipients/lauren-feaster/https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=&ved=2ahUKEwi54Zrl6739AhUHk4kEHbnzCtEQtwJ6BAggEAI&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dyigndo58OBY&usg=AOvVaw0dI4tods897llfu3FxaYOW

Crime Capsule
The Scandalous Lives of Carolina Belles Marie Boozer and Amelia Feaster: Flirting with the Enemy By Tom Elmore

Crime Capsule

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 9, 2023 58:04


In Civil War Columbia, South Carolina, no women were more gossiped about than Amelia Feaster and her teenage daughter, Marie Boozer. The Philadelphia-born Feaster, a widow three times before her thirty-first birthday, aided the Union war effort from her home, while Marie became infamous for her beauty and vanity. For over a century, scandalous tales of these women have been published across the nation, linking them to rich and powerful men both at home and abroad. Historian Tom Elmore sorts through the many myths and legends--involving such things as adultery, decapitation and the Russian tsar's jewels--about Feaster and Boozer to present the first fact-based biography of these two nineteenth-century tabloid queens. Historian Tom Elmore grew up in Columbia, South Carolina, where he heard countless tales and legends about life in the city during the Civil War. Elmore holds a BA in history and political science from the University of South Carolina. He is the author of "Columbia Civil War Landmarks, " published by The History Press, and "A Carnival of Destruction, Sherman's Invasion of South Carolina, " as well as numerous articles in regional and national publications. PURCHASE HERE

On The Edge Of Equity
Leading the Way with System Thinking and Education with Lauren Feaster

On The Edge Of Equity

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 2, 2023 42:42


In today's episode, the inspiring Lauren Feaster discusses the unique platform she has as CEO of Milwaukee's Professional Dimensions (PD) and what it means to lead with intention, integrity and heart, all rooted in system thinking. Her commitment to the work is rooted in her desire to ensure women, especially women of color, are embraced, elevated and compensated for every professional dimension they lead with and in every area where they add value. Dedicated to empowerment through education, Feaster shares her journey as a leader and how one individual can have major impact with intentional work. This episode is sure to inspire listeners from many backgrounds!.Episode Highlight12:26 - Professional Dimensions is my theory of change right now. I`m here because I really believe that the time we are in, what PD offers and has the potential to offer based on its history and how it was founded and what it was founded for, needs to be the answer. 18:51 - The effort has to be shaped by those who are most directly impacted by the injustice and lead by those with personal proximity to the problem.25:35 - Being able to know and learn and know what to do when you find yourself in that situation is just as important as trying to change the system so that it doesn`t happen and it actually does change the system overtime.38:53 - My members give me hope because I`ve seen it, I`ve seen so much success in these things that I share and that`s why I can share them with so much confidence, I would not steer folks wrong.Connect with Tammy Belton-DavisLinkedInConnect with Lauren FeasterLinkedIn

Big Bold Faith
Should I Celebrate Christmas? | w/Sarah Feaster

Big Bold Faith

Play Episode Play 53 sec Highlight Listen Later Dec 19, 2022 62:56


It's Christmas Season, the leaves are falling and the air is just right. But what does Christmas mean as a Christian? A question that's been heavy on my heart this holiday season. Should I celebrate Christmas and if so, how? Tune in with my good friend Sarah Feaster as we discuss the reason for the season.You can connect with Sarah Feaster on Instagram @Shugavery_Subscribe to the Newsletter here.Partner with the Podcast hereSeeds from Today's Episode1 Corinthians 11:28-3028 Everyone ought to examine themselves before they eat of the bread and drink from the cup. 29 For those who eat and drink without discerning the body of Christ eat and drink judgment on themselves. 30 That is why many among you are weak and sick, and a number of you have fallen asleep.Support the show

Drinks with Sarah
Coffee Chat Episode 57: Trish Feaster 1/24/2022

Drinks with Sarah

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2022 70:18


Coffee Chat: Trish Feaster of The Travelphile joins Sarah to discuss tips and recommendations for getting to know Paris in a new way. Originally broadcasted on facebook.com/adventureswithsarah on January 24, 2022. Sarah Murdoch of Adventures with Sarah interviews her friends and colleagues from around the world. From Italy to South Africa to Cambodia, you'll get to know her network of interesting friends and learn something new. Visit her website for tour and travel info www.adventureswithsarah.net Also found on youtube! You can join me on my adventures by clicking the subscribe link below. Subscribe now to get the latest travel updates! ►►SUBSCRIBE: https://cutt.ly/SarahMurdoch

Clear Skies Ahead: Conversations about Careers in Meteorology and Beyond
Mariama Feaster, Graduate Research Assistant at the University of Alabama in Huntsville

Clear Skies Ahead: Conversations about Careers in Meteorology and Beyond

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 13, 2022 28:33


We talk to Mariama Feaster about her tornado research, navigating learning challenges with an autism diagnosis, and finding her voice in the weather, water and climate community.Episode transcriptHosted by Matt Moll and Kelly SavoieEdited by Peter TrepkeTheme music composed and performed by Steve SavoieVisit AMS Career Resources on the web!Contact us at skypodcast@ametsoc.org with any feedback or if you'd like to become a future guest.Copyright © 2022 American Meteorological Society

Date with Cents
Dating In Abundance Mode With Safiyyah Feaster

Date with Cents

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 18, 2022 81:06


Most women are dating in scarcity mode. They are constantly drained, disappointed and finding it damn near impossible to meet attractive, high-quality men that they're excited about.There are a few women who have cracked the code and learned to date in abundance mode. These women have no problem designing the love life they want and attracting the men they most desire. Safiyyah happens to be one of these women and she's here to share what it looks like to have an abundant love life with an overflow of quality men, fun dates and enjoyable experiences. Join me for today's episode as Safiyyah (Cuff-link from March 2022 Cohort) shares her personal journey of going from being stressed out with dating to creating a successful love life.HERE'S WHAT YOU'LL DISCOVER: . How Safiyyah overcame her anger with men and dating so that she could finally enjoy her love life.A personal behind the scenes look of how Safiyyah built her confidence to ask for what she wants…instead of settling for what she thought she could get. The simple, practical ways to create an abundance of love and high-quality men in your life. Real, inspiring stories of how quality men invest in Safiyyah and show up to fulfill the desires of her heart.FEATURED ON THE SHOWEP #24: When Dating Multiple Men Feels Like FantasyMy Daily Clubhouse Room. Subscribe here to get daily updates on when my next room opens. How you can work with me in my private mentorship program, Curved 2 Cuffed. You can find more information at curved2cuffed.com/details. Be sure to get more dating gems by following me on Instagram at:@torahcents @curved2cuffed

Drinks with Sarah
Coffee Chat Episode 40: Trish Feaster and Travel Tips 5/19/2021

Drinks with Sarah

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 25, 2022 59:56


Travel Skills Week: Trish Feaster chats about our favorite travel tips learned while researching guidebooks. Originally broadcasted on facebook.com/adventureswithsarah on May 19, 2021. Sarah Murdoch of Adventures with Sarah interviews her friends and colleagues from around the world. From Italy to South Africa to Cambodia, you'll get to know her network of interesting friends and learn something new. Visit her website for tour and travel info www.adventureswithsarah.net Also found on youtube! You can join me on my adventures by clicking the subscribe link below. Subscribe now to get the latest travel updates! ►►SUBSCRIBE: https://cutt.ly/SarahMurdoch

Love Fruit - The Fruitfest Podcast
101. Brett Canaday - The Juice Feaster

Love Fruit - The Fruitfest Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 16, 2022 78:26


Brett leads the Juicer Test Kitchen utilizing his 25 years in the juice production and formulation industry. Brett not only has a career background in the juice world, he has personally transformed and maintained his health using the magical powers of juicing and raw living foods. Follow him @juicefeaster on InstagramLearn more about UK Fruitfest here: http://fruitfest.co.uk

People are the Answer
S3E6 (episode 26): Alexys Feaster on the mindset of success and more

People are the Answer

Play Episode Listen Later May 11, 2022 78:19


In this episode, Alexys and Jeffrey discuss her career journey, how she had to change her mindset to be successful, what it's like being a female, black founder, and much more… Watch this episode on YouTube Learn more: Alexys Instagram Kinship Advisors website, Instagram, LinkedIn Protege website, Instagram, LinkedIn Jrue and Lauren Holiday's JLH Fund website, donate Alexys Feaster is the Founder and CEO of The Kinship Advisors, a social impact advisory firm that partners with people of influence in sports, entertainment and business to maximize their platform for social good. The Kinship creates alliances where personal development, social justice, strategic business expansion and sustaining impact in underserved communities is the focus. The Kinship Advisors manages the $5.3M Jrue and Lauren Holiday Social Impact Fund and leads the strategic legacy building for various NBA All-Star players and other athletes who are focused on the impact they'll leave in the community. The Kinship Advisors also advises companies like Metro Esports and is an Executive Producer for Just Women's Sports, companies who focus on diversifying various aspects of the sports industry. Alexys is also the Managing Partner, Global Head of Sports and Entertainment at Protégé, a platform focused on democratizing access to opportunities by connecting the best experts in the world, including musicians like DJ Khaled, with everyday people looking for a breakthrough moment in life. Prior to The Kinship, Alexys spent six years at the NBA and was known as the “NBA's other coach” for her work empowering players off the court and was responsible for the efforts that led to the increase in the NBA player voter registration rate from 26% to 96% in 2020. Before the NBA, Alexys was the mastermind behind the athlete and celebrity engagement strategy for President Obama's reelection campaign, creating various political and social good digital campaigns including Alicia Keys' “We Are a Powerful Force”, the NFL's “Gotta Vote”, and Jay-Z's “The Power of Our Voice.” Alexys is a frequent speaker on the intersection of sports, entertainment, culture and social impact and was recognized in 2021 by Forbes the Culture as a champion of business excellence and was the recipient of the Hennessy Never Stop Never Settle Black entrepreneur award. She was also recognized as one of 2020's most powerful women in sports by Slam Magazine and by Adweek as one of the 30 most powerful women in sports. Alexys recently launched The Kinfolk Foundation, which exists to be the bridge between the needs of Black and underserved communities and people of influence who seek to build a legacy of social impact. Alexys holds a bachelor's degree in Communications from James Madison University, a minor in music industry business and a minor in Spanish language from the Universidad de Salamanca. In 2017, Feaster earned a Certificate in Disruptive Strategy from HBX - Harvard Business School and she graduated from the American School of Professional Life Coaching, an ICF-approved school, in 2020. Alexys is a professional Advisory Board Member for the National Basketball Wives Association, a Board Member for the Hart School of Hospitality, Sport and Recreation Management at James Madison University

Drinks with Sarah
Coffee Chat Episode 14: Trish Feaster the Travelphile 10/5/2020

Drinks with Sarah

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 25, 2022 68:18


Coffee Chat: I'm joined by my good friend Trish Feaster for the usual hijinks. Originally broadcasted on facebook.com/adventureswithsarah on October 5, 2020. Sarah Murdoch of Adventures with Sarah interviews her friends and colleagues from around the world. From Italy to South Africa to Cambodia, you'll get to know her network of interesting friends and learn something new. Also found on youtube! You can join me on my adventures by clicking the subscribe link below. Subscribe now to get the latest travel updates! ►►SUBSCRIBE: https://cutt.ly/SarahMurdoch

The First Hour
Easter Special 2: Electric Boogaloo

The First Hour

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 17, 2022 13:05


Another Easter another Feaster. The boys are back on the best Sunday of the year with another special episode. Hope you enjoy it and have a happy Easter.Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/thefirsthour)

VirtualDJ Radio PowerBase - Channel 4 - Recorded Live Sets Podcast
Dj Adfoster - Easter Feaster (2022-04-17 @ 04PM GMT)

VirtualDJ Radio PowerBase - Channel 4 - Recorded Live Sets Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 17, 2022 60:33


Live Recorded Set from VirtualDJ Radio PowerBase

Live Long and Master Aging
Sandra Feaster: Taking ten minutes | My Day | My Life

Live Long and Master Aging

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 27, 2022 9:56


This is our Sunday supplement to the Live Long and Master Aging podcast. My Day | My Life explores the lives of people who have, in one way or another, mastered the art of aging. Whether it be through diet, exercise, mindfulness, spirituality, nutraceutical interventions, social connections, generosity or fulfilling careers, we discover the essential elements to living life with purpose, and perhaps, longevity.  Sandra Feaster is a registered nurse and health coach.  Now retired she is enjoying a new lease on life - busier than ever, but without some of the pressures of working life.  Read a transcript at the LLAMA podcast websiteRelated: Retire, pivot or die - LLAMA podcast interview, April 28, 2019Affiliation disclosure: DoNotAge.org is offering listeners to LLAMA a 10% discount on its range of products, including NAD boosters. The podcast receives a small commission when you use the use code LLAMA for purchases at DoNotAge.org - it helps to cover production costs and ensures that our interviews remain free for all to listen. Health queries can be answered by emailing: hello@donotage.org

Drinks with Sarah
Coffee Chat Episode 5: Trish Feaster, The Travelphile 7/13/2020

Drinks with Sarah

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 24, 2022 67:42


Trish Feaster, The Travelphile, joins me for Monday Coffee Chat. Originally broadcasted on facebook.com/adventureswithsarah on July 13, 2020. Sarah Murdoch of Adventures with Sarah interviews her friends and colleagues from around the world. From Italy to South Africa to Cambodia, you'll get to know her network of interesting friends and learn something new. Also found on youtube! You can join me on my adventures by clicking the subscribe link below. Subscribe now to get the latest travel updates! ►►SUBSCRIBE: https://cutt.ly/SarahMurdoch

Plugging In With GPS™️
⭐A Page From "I Know Why Mama Cried: A Memoir" by Goya Spry and Marshall Feaster

Plugging In With GPS™️

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 24, 2022 1:37


Read aloud by Goya Spry, co-author and the creator & host of Plugging In With GPS™️ podcast, this episode includes an excerpt from the intriguing memoir written by two sisters who later became successful entrepreneurs. Their book was awarded Best Seller by the National HBCU. Five Star reviews are on Amazon's website. * I KNOW WHY MAMA CRIED: A MEMOIR by Goya Spry and Marshall Feaster --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/goya-spry/support

The Suitcase And The Scribe
Perspectives of the Trade Deadline with Colby Armstrong, Jay Feaster and Brandon Walker

The Suitcase And The Scribe

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 19, 2022 49:16


Scott Burnside went solo for today's The Suitcase and the Scribe special! On today's show, Scott is joined by former NHLer Colby Armstrong, the 2004 Stanley Cup winning General Manager Jay Feaster, and the Director of Team Services & Player Relations for the Nashville Predators, Brandon Walker.  Each guest gives a different perspective on the trade deadline and the experiences they have gone through. Colby Armstrong spoke about when he was traded from the Pittsburgh Penguins to the Atlanta Thrashers for Marian Hossa. He also talked about the lead up to the trade and unexpected it was.  Jay Feaster gave the perspective of a General Manager. He spoke about his time with the Tampa Bay Lightning and the 2004 Stanley Cup winning season. Feaster mentions the job the current Lightning General Manager is doing, Julien Brisebois, is doing too.  Finally, Brandon Walker is last in the queue. He and Scott talked about how it goes behind the scenes with equipment, getting the players to the rink, and helping players out with their families.  You can see Scott and the rest of the Daily Faceoff team on deadline day across all your social media channels. Daily Faceoff will be your one-stop-shop for everything on deadline day. Tune in to the live show starting at noon eastern. 

While Black A Podcast on Black Excellence
Overcoming Fear and Investing in Disruption w/Alexys Feaster

While Black A Podcast on Black Excellence

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 11, 2022 73:44


Creating the change we want to see around us can be a scary thing, but once you move past the fear and invest in self your ability to disrupt the status quo becomes your superpower. On this episode, we sit down with Alexys Feaster, Founder of The Kinship Advisors, as she discusses overcoming personal fear and stepping into her success position. Stepping out of fear allowed Alexys to create The Kinship Advisors an organization dedicated to supporting others build their social dreams. This is the perfect episode to move you from where you are to where you want to be. To learn more about the work Alexys is doing please visit her Website (https://thekinshipadvisors.com/) or engage with her on IG @alexysthegreat Don't forget to get social with While Black IG: WHILE_BLACK; TWITTER @whileblackpc; FB @whileblackpodcast or email: whileblackpodcast@gmail.com Recorded @ drsatl.com Theme song Produced by Wahid Gomes and licensed through Verde Music Group Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Dish With Pepper
Allison Feaster, Boston Celtics Vice President of Player Development & Organizational Growth

Dish With Pepper

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 8, 2022 15:50


I spoke with Allison Feaster about her time at Harvard, playing in the W, and Celtics All-Star Jayson Tatum. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

For Love, With James Morton
36. Joseph Feaster

For Love, With James Morton

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 27, 2022 33:43


"I think there are brighter days in the future because we're not going away, we're not going to be giving up, we're going to be intentional, we're going to fight the fight, we're going to continue to remain educated."  During the month of February For Love with James podcast is dedicated to celebrating Black History Month. In this episode, James is joined by Joseph Feaster, the Board Chair of the Urban League of Eastern Massachusetts.   *~*~*~*~* "For Love" is a very personal podcast featuring James Morton, President and CEO of the YMCA of Greater Boston, where we'll spread love, learn new things about each other, and find our potential partners in this critical work - all with the hope of activating our community for good.   Visit our website, YMCABoston.org/forlove, to join the conversation, access show notes, and connect with us. Be sure to subscribe to our free podcast, and leave a rating or review on your favorite podcast app. The YMCA of Greater Boston is for All and dedicated to improving health and empowering youth and families while providing opportunities to give back and support our neighbors. Thanks for listening to the For Love podcast.

Glass & Out
Providence College Director of Hockey Operations Theresa Feaster: Importance of volunteering, breaking down video and trailblazing for women coaches

Glass & Out

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 27, 2022 57:12


In episode #165 of the Glass and Out Podcast, we're joined by Theresa Feaster, who is the Director of Hockey Operations for the Providence College men's hockey team; she also represented Team USA as a video coach for the past two World Junior Championships.   Feaster grew up in a hockey household, as her dad Jay was the former General Manager of the Tampa Bay Lightning and Calgary Flames, which included a Stanley Cup in 2004 with the Bolts. Despite the connection and no playing background, it was while attending Providence College as a student that she got her first chance at a role in hockey. After volunteering under head coach Nate Leaman for four seasons by taking on various roles, such as breaking down video and stat tracking, she was promoted to a full-time role as a player coordinator in 2016. After two seasons, she would take on the role of Director of Hockey Operations, which includes providing video and statistical support and analysis for the coaching staff.   During her time on Leaman's staff, the Friars captured the program's first NCAA Championship in 2015 and made a return trip to the Frozen Four in 2019.   In addition, Feaster was a part of Team USA's Gold Medal entry at the 2021 World Junior Championships and returned to Edmonton with Team USA at this year's tournament, which unfortunately was postponed due to the pandemic.   Find out why volunteering is an important aspect of starting any career, her process of learning the ropes as a video coach, and her tips for operating a successful program behind the scenes.

Essential Konversations with K. Marie
Essential Konversations Trailer

Essential Konversations with K. Marie

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 5, 2022 1:00


Welcome to Essential Konversations by K. Marie! Essential Konversations is a podcast hosted by photographer and self love & soul care advocate Kristen "K. Marie" Feaster and co-hosts Natasha "Tottie" Weston & Casey Ariel, where they talk about ALL things essential for the black woman. Pull up to our girl chat for real conversations about motherhood, love and CEO moves. Subscribe and join us on January 30th for Season 1 Episode 1! Connect with K. Marie! Instagram.com/thisiskmarie Twitter.com/thisiskmarie Use code KONVOS & save 15% off your first purchase at www.essentialsxkmarie.com Connect with Natasha! Instagram.com/officialtottie Twitter.com/officialtottie Connect with Casey! Instagram.com/iamcaseyariel Twitter.com/iamcaseyariel

The Sporting Feast
Weekend Preview 3-5 December | Summer Is Here!

The Sporting Feast

Play Episode Play 16 sec Highlight Listen Later Dec 2, 2021 27:27


The NBL and Big Bash is here! Join the boys as they preview the upcoming competitions with appearances from Matt Hamilton-Smith and Matt Zannes. Scobes and Kingy also discuss the big Feaster's Choice matchups between Villa and Leicester in the EPL and Kansas City and Denver in the NFL. 00:00 Introduction02:20 NBL08:53 Big Bash Cricket13:27 NFL18:26 EPL21:20 Horse Racing23:42 Take It To The BankSupport the show (https://paypal.me/thesportingfeast)

The Sporting Feast
Weekend Preview 26-28 November | Playoff Bound?

The Sporting Feast

Play Episode Play 22 sec Highlight Listen Later Nov 25, 2021 38:50


Join Scobes and Kingy as the boys discuss the fallout from what could have been 'malice in the palace' part 2. We have two juicy Feaster's Choice games to preview as the fans have voted for the EPL match between Man U and Chelsea whilst in the NFL, the boys will be previewing Tampa Bay Bucs and Indi Colts. Is Carson Wentz the right fit for the Colts?00:00 Introduction07:49 In Case You Missed It10:35 NFL22:39 EPL30:24 Horse Racing33:23 Take It To The BankSupport the show (https://paypal.me/thesportingfeast)

The Sporting Feast
Weekend Preview 12-14 November | Weak As Pi$$

The Sporting Feast

Play Episode Play 58 sec Highlight Listen Later Nov 11, 2021 38:56


Join Scobes and Kingy as the boys preview another big weekend of sport. The boys preview the big clash between Australia and England in the Rugby and a Feaster's Choice selection from the NBA and NFL. Scobes went after Aaron Rodgers on our previous ep, he had time to go after Roger Goodell in this ep! Do you agree with his thoughts?00:00 Introduction08:33 In Case You Missed It09:57 T-20 World Cup Cricket12:17 NBA21:00 Wallabies vs England23:50 NFL33:12 The Horse Whisperer34:35 Take It To The BankSupport the show (https://paypal.me/thesportingfeast)

To Learn, Love, Lead
Episode 22-Talk with Dr. Blanton Feaster

To Learn, Love, Lead

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 6, 2021 36:37


In this episode I have a great sit-down talk with one of my professors at DBU about the importance of incorporating a structure for Assimilation in the church with the four pillars he mentions in this podcast. Also, his book recommendation for us is: The Search for Significance by Robert McGee

The Changeup
Alexys Feaster, Founder + CEO of The Kinship Advisors

The Changeup

Play Episode Play 60 sec Highlight Listen Later Aug 23, 2021 52:15


We sit down with founder and CEO of The Kinship Advisors, Alexys Feaster. Alexys shares with us what it was like to build a new business during the pandemic, her plans for global expansion and how the NBA bubble was a focal point for social justice. 

My Adoption Story with Spasha Feaster: Part 1

"That Infertility Chic"

Play Episode Play 46 sec Highlight Listen Later Jan 15, 2021 44:47 Transcription Available


On this episode of That Infertility Chic, host, Sharhonda Ford is joined by her Sister-friend Spasha Feaster, God girl, wife, mother, and all around amazing woman. Spasha and Sharhonda have a candid conversation about how her family began their adoption journey.Listen y'all, if you have been considering adoption or know someone who has TUNE IN. If you are afraid of adoption, TUNE IN. THIS episode will give you ALL the feels. They discuss everything from the highs and lows, the joys and sorrow the trials and triumphs and so much more. This episode is filled with powerful emotion and a welcomed visitor pops in at times (Can't wait for you to meet the visitor).Whether you are in or considering the adoption process, this is an an excellent opportunity to learn more.Join them as Spasha unveils the pages of her adoption story.In the episode, Spasha references to stories to hear more about adoption. You will find the links to them below.Deland McCullough & Sherman Smith Story:https://youtu.be/7WrNmnOgKd8Life and Religion: 5 times love: Growing a family through adoption. Jerricho and Mercedes Cotchery expand clanhttp://www.thecharlottepost.com/news/2017/12/27/life-and-religion/5-times-love-growing-a-family-through-adoption/Until we post again...Support the show (https://cash.app/sfordhopes)

The Scream Queens
"Feaster Bunny Says ehh?" Halloween Horror Nights History of H.R. Bloodengutz Presents Holidays of Horror HHN 21

The Scream Queens

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 16, 2020 65:41


Welcome back to another Halloween Horror Nights history episode. On this episode we dive deep into the HHN house from 2011... H.R. Bloodengutz Presents Holidays of Horror. Step into the twisted world of H.R. Bloodengutz final holiday special. Follow us! Twitter: @ScreamQueens85 IG: @TheScreamQueensPodcast Email: thescreamqueens85@gmail.com PROMO CORNER! Follow The Sad Babes Club: Twitter: @TheSadBabesClub Website: https://thesadbabesclub.bigcartel.com