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The Sex Tapes continueBy LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Sandy looked at her gorgeous friend. Sandy loved her, truly; as did Don; and they both wanted so badly for her to be happy. They had all been friends for so long. Sandy thought back to the night they met, to the experience the three of them shared, and she felt something tingle inside her. It wasn't the first time she had thought about it, in fact there were many nights where she and Don would relive those events as they made love. They would sometimes expand on them, fantasize about them, and even though they never said it out loud, there was one element always missing."What if,” Sandy considered, “what if it wasn't with someone new?" Her hand went to Don's thigh. She felt him choke on his drink.The silence was deafening. Sandy tried not to squirm, to worry about what she might have just suggested. The next thing Kelly said was going to be extremely important."What do you mean?" Kelly said.They all knew exactly what Sandy meant.Kelly hadn't run screaming from the room though, and that was a good sign to Sandy."I mean, um, what I mean is,” for once Sandy was tongue tied. Despite their experience with other people, other couples even, Sandy wasn't sure how to proceed. This wasn't some random hook up, this was her best friend. Her best friend and her husband; the two people she loved most in the world.The two people she loved most.Looking her best friend in the eye she knew there was only one thing she could say. Sandy took one last big gulp of her drink, and slowly melted off the couch, down to her knees in front of her husband.Kelly still didn't move.Sandy's hands danced around Don's belt. She looked at her husband with her dark, seductive eyes. He nodded almost imperceptibly in approval.Kelly shifted in anticipation as Sandy's hands adeptly worked Don's belt and zipper. She tried to play it cool, but couldn't stifle a small gasp when her eyes took in the sight of Don's exposed cock. Thick, hard, and wonderful, it was exactly as she remembered it.Sandy warmed at the sigh her husband let out as her fingers danced up and down his length. Then she turned to Kelly. Instantly she was transported back in time to that night they all first met. This time, however, there was so much more between the three of them. So many years of love and friendship. She could see the flushing in her friend's chest already, and this time she knew the answer to the question even before she asked it."You wanna join us?"Kelly's throat was dry, probably because all the moisture in her body had been redirected between her legs. This felt wrong, it felt taboo, but good God, she was drenched. She had replayed that night they met over and over in her mind over the years, using the images and sounds burned into her memory as fuel for countless self-induced orgasms. She played out fantasies and scenarios about what would have happened if she had said yes to their invitation.She even told Pete about it once while they were making love. She rode on top of him, slowly grinding on his cock as she recounted every detail of the evening. Pete spurred her on with lewd, probing questions that only made her wetter, and him harder. Finally, just before they exploded together in mutual orgasm, he asked her if she wished she had accepted. Through ragged breaths and the beginnings of full-body spasms she choked out "Yes!"It became a fantasy they would play out from time to time, especially on nights the two hung out with Sandy and Don. After a nice night out, Kelly and Pete would retire to their bedroom, and on more than one occasion, while Kelly was sucking his dick, Pete would instruct her to close her eyes and imagine the cock in her mouth was Don's. It always had the desired effect, and Kelly's orgasms were always extra hard.Kelly sat there, eyes darting back and forth from Sandy, to Don, to Don's cock, to Sandy, for what felt like an eternity. She reached up and undid another button from her shirt, revealing the top of her cleavage.Don's cock throbbed.Sandy smiled.She doesn't remember moving, but all at once Kelly was on her knees next to Sandy, in front of Don's hard, straining erection. Her hand floated up. Her body suddenly flashed with hot electricity as her fingers brushed its firm, hot skin.Her eyes turned toward the throbbing member, and she licked her lips."Go ahead," Sandy's voice floated into Kelly's ear.Kelly gripped the bottom of Don's shaft gently, but firmly, parted her lips, and dropped her wet mouth over the head of Don's cock.All three of them groaned at the same time.A devilish smile of disbelief was on Sandy's face as she watched her best friend take her husband's cock in and out of her mouth. Judging by the look on Don's face, he couldn't believe it either.Kelly savored every inch of that cock. This had been a long time coming, and she wanted to experience it fully. Her cunt throbbed, wet and desperate, and she felt her body heating up with lust. This cock felt so good in her mouth. Not just because it was Don's cock, but because it was a good cock too. It was satisfying. Sliding up and down on it, practically drooling, she began to think of other ways it could be satisfying. She felt her cunt buzz again.In a feverish, lustful haze, Kelly regained awareness of her surroundings all of a sudden, and pulled all the way off Don's slippery rod with a loud pop. She sat back on her ankles, breath ragged. She coyly wiped her mouth, and then looked at her two friends."I'm sorry," she said between breaths, trying to regain composure. Sandy began to form a statement meant to reassure Kelly she did nothing wrong, but was stopped as Kelly finished her thought: "I didn't even offer you any."Sandy smiled, and leaned in, taking her husband's cock into her mouth herself.Kelly watched Sandy bob on Don's cock. She had never fully appreciated how sexy her friend was, but now she had a front row seat. She felt her cunt flood, and her nipples ache. Intense heat flooded her body, and without even realizing it, Kelly began unbuttoning the remaining buttons on her blouse.Don's gaze left the wet, pleasureful ministrations of his wife's mouth, and bounced over to Kelly as she removed her shirt. His cock surged; he had wanted to see those breasts ever since the night they met. Pale, supple, smaller than Sandy's but still substantial, Don's mouth (and cock) began to drool slightly. The tops of her globes held high and firm by a tasteful bra, deep breaths made them heave and push against the fabric. Her cleavage looked deep and tight, and Don fantasized about what it might feel like to slide himself between them. Pleasure boiled deep inside him.Sandy stopped her wet worship to watch the show as well, her thoughts coming very close to those of her husband, and used the opportunity to pass his cock back to her horny friend. Kelly didn't hesitate, sliding back into position, but a low croak from Don's throat stopped her before her mouth slipped back down his length"Wait," he croaked, the two gorgeous women turning quickly to check in with him, surprised to hear his hesitation. Don looked down at Kelly's big, doe eyes, her tongue idly working the edge of her lip in anticipation, and managed to get out two words: "bra too?"Sandy and Kelly both began to chuckle, and Kelly whispered back a syrupy "sure, Don, whatever you want."Those last three words sent a chill through Don's body, and he and his wife both watched in rapt attention as their friend reached up with one hand, unhooked the clasp, and let her bra slide down her arms and off her body.Don let out a low, appreciative moan. They were everything he had hoped for. Taking his cock back in her hands, slowly stroking him, Kelly gave him a moment to admire her free, naked breasts. She could tell by the locked gaze and slight smirk that he liked what he saw. And Kelly liked showing him, too. She liked the feeling of his eyes on her tits, it made her feel sexy. It made her feel wanted.Most of all it made her wetter than she'd been in years. Feeling the tingle of desire running through her, she leaned forward, and took Don's cock back into her mouth.Sandy watched her friend desperately devour her husband's penis, and made a decision. She slipped her own shirt off, followed quickly by her own bra, letting her two massive breasts swing free. Climbing back up onto the couch, she tucked herself in right next to her moaning, gasping husband, made sure her tits were in squeezing distance should he feel the need, and began lovingly stroking his chest and stomach as they both watched Kelly work.This was her night. She needed this. Sandy wanted her to have what she needed.The over stimulation of Kelly's mouth and Sandy's body was too much, and suddenly Don began to shiver and convulse.Kelly's tongue passed over the fat, smooth head of Don's cock and felt it flare. His balls pulled tight, and his cock grew even harder in her hands. Kelly smiled to herself.Sandy watched, her eyes darting back between her desperate, sucking friend, and her writhing, spasming husband. She squeezed her legs together, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. A smile pulled at her lips as her best friend summoned a hard orgasm out of the man she loved. "That's it, baby, that's it," was all she said. She didn't know which one she was saying it to.Kelly felt a final strong surge in Don's shaft and then moaned as he began to fill her mouth with hot cum. She sucked and stroked, happily swallowing everything she was gifted. This was the first time in three years she had made a man cum. She was happy it was Don. His semen tasted good. She wanted it inside her.Eventually the pulses slowed, the spasms stopped, and all three felt their breathing return to normal. Kelly slowed the sweet suckling of her lips, and gently disengaged from Don's wilting member, a thin viscous strand of their shared fluids desperately clinging between her lips and his tip.Kelly modestly brought a hand to her mouth as she swallowed the last of Don's load, and the three friends sat in stunned silence, trying to figure out what just happened."Now what?" Kelly said, looking at the two of them. It was a loaded question, for sure.After considering the question for a moment, Sandy stood up. She looked down at her spent husband, and her clearly still horny best friend. Reaching down, she took Don's hand, then after a moment reached for Kelly's as well.The two new lovers stood up. Sandy leaned in and kissed Don hard, then did the same to Kelly. She could taste his semen on her lips."Round two." She said with a smile. She turned, and led her husband and her best friend by their hands into the bedroom.The erotic evening of discovery continued. Despite overwhelming feelings of lust and arousal at the lips of her friend, Kelly drew the line of exploration with Sandy at kissing (at least for this first night). This didn't limit their activities, however, as the two shared Don's recuperating cock between them, sucking, kissing, licking and stroking him back to rejuvenated hardness. It didn't take him long to get there, and pretty soon Don was fully hard and throbbing, thanks to the loving mouths of his wife and her best friend.He felt a certain sense of disbelief as soon the scene from the couch was mirrored in the bedroom, only this time Sandy was tucked in tightly to Kelly's side as Don pleasured Kelly with his tongue."Enough," Kelly said, "I want it. I need it."Kelly held her best friend tight. She could feel Sandy's nipples pressing into the side of her own breast. Her body tingled. Her breasts heaved atop wanton, nervous breaths as Don rose up from between her legs.His hands spread her thighs, and then lined up the thick flared head of his cock with her dripping cunt. He teased her for only a moment, spreading her juices around his tip, and then slowly pushed.Kelly felt Sandy's lips on her neck, and hands on her breasts as Don became the first man to enter her in three years.Her body was inflamed with sensation, and Sandy held her tight, guiding her through the feelings as Don thrust deeply and rhythmically.Soon Kelly writhed and shook, her breathing becoming ragged and labored, as orgasm seized control of her from head to toe. The image of Kelly cumming on his cock was too much, and Don too began to buck and shake. He pushed deep into Kelly's gasping tunnel and emptied himself into her warm center.Sandy gasped and cried out in joy as the two people she loved most shared such a beautiful, intimate moment.The three lovers collapsed into each other, a delirious, giggling tangle of vibrating flesh. Soon the wheel of pleasure slowly turned, and now it was Kelly pressed tight to Sandy as Don's tongue and fingers drove her toward ultimate pleasure.Her fingers danced over Sandy's steaming body. She had never touched another woman like this before. It was exciting and scary all at once. Soon she felt her best friend's body tremble, and shake, and heard the cries and moans of her pleasure. Kelly leaned in close, feeling the ragged breath of Sandy's orgasm on her cheek, and kissed her best friend.Sandy's body exploded in pleasure, an electric current of lust and love formed by Kelly's lips on her mouth and Don's lips on her cunt.The three lay together for a long while, each fully satisfied. Kelly knew things were changing, but somehow she also felt like this was how it was always supposed to be. Her thoughts drifted to the future; what this would be, where it would go, what other pleasures and experiences might be in store. She was ready for them. She wanted them. She wanted to have them with Sandy and Don."I think I have a lot of questions," she said finally, feeling Sandy's large breast sit heavy in her hand."I think we have a lot to tell you." Sandy chuckled."I can't wait." Kelly said, a smile beaming.Basking in the glow of her newfound satisfaction, Kelly's eyes lazily drifted across the room. She took in her surroundings, until her eyes caught the big lens of a home video camera on a tripod, pointed toward the bed."What's that for?"Chapter 22: Tim finishes watching the video"No, nope, nuh-uh, no way," I said, pacing back and forth across the living room. I was in shock.My upstairs neighbors and longtime family friends Sandy and Don had asked me to house sit for them. I had planned on a pretty quiet night until my best friend Tara had joined me. This led to us accidentally discovering a treasure trove of Sandy and Don's personal, explicit, home sex videos. This wasn't entirely surprising, given what I knew about Sandy and Don's rather adventurous sex life, and the first half of the video we chose to explore lived up to that expectation as it featured Sandy both sucking and cumming on a cock that didn't belong to her husband. It was the second half, however, that caught me so off guard; the part of the video we currently had paused; the part where Sandy took the camera into the bedroom and revealed her best friend bouncing enthusiastically on Don's dick.Her best friend who also just so happened to be my step mother Kelly."No, I don't, how is this possible? How could she,” I couldn't form a coherent thought. Kelly hadn't been on even a single date since my father died, and was a devout, church-going Christian, to boot. I could not reconcile that the sweaty, smiling woman with Don's thick cock up inside her was Kelly. I just couldn't."I mean, she's still a woman," Tara said, "everybody's got needs, right?""This isn't NEEDS, Tara, this is, GROUP Sex!" I practically shouted."I don't know, Miller," she said, a lusty smile on her face, "I think it's pretty cool, actually. Girl knows what she wants and goes out and gets it."I just stood there, aghast and livid, hands on my hips, shaking my head. Tara began to giggle."This isn't funny!" I croaked, but all she did was laugh harder.

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Somebody pull shit shit off the shelves. Honest to god they're trying to kill me. I've never been angrier. Maybe all this having already happened in some kind of irregular repeat existence is the reason for my having immidiately hated Jimmy Fallon upon his introduction to the cast of Saturday Night Live. Maayyyybeee. Probably. I hated him immidiately. Even before breaking character, or any fourth wall— before I realized at all why I would continue to hate this actor for his lackluster performance on a show I thoroughly enjoyed binge watching— —I hated his fucking face. Which ironically. Some 20 years later— Is the part—maybe even the only part— I actually like. I like his voice. Soothing. Shut up. Correct, you may have in some way altered my regular pattern of thought in some way— I am indeed in great pain, especially lately, But not over Jimmy Fallon— Especially not over that. In fact, I've realized that anything I understand about this character is that, he is, in fact, just a character. A flamboyant offspring of my own imagination. A gesture of circumstance— Indeed, a fictional, fitment of my own discourse. —indeed, I am in this reckoning highly even impressed with myself to such a degree that not only has my own world turned inward and outward and reached into my own perception to unbewittingly show me all these projections of my own interior mind; the ice cream— the posters— the magazine articles, the sidebar trimmings, and of course, the double budget ad campaign for whatever Jimmy Fallon has actually going on at Rockefeller Plaza. I'm somewhat impressed to have, without ever trying to or meaning with any intention to learn more about, or bring this individual closer to my attention, seen more of Jimmy Fallon than one could have possibly—ironically and all pun intended— I'd seen more of Jimmy Fallon than anyone could have even possibly imagined humanly possible, completely by accident. Can somebody really be that famous? Surely, especially lately, I am depressed. In need of an actual truth, an end to suffering—[redacted] Still, this images are constantly forced into my being, under whatever circumstances—fasting or not— exercising or not—praying or not— and though my prayers, even particularly on this matter seem to fall on deaf ears, I still do pray, when I can remember to, for my burdens to be lifted. My burdens have nothing to do with Jimmy Fallon at all, and yet, these random appearances and strange occurrencesremain a mystery. My heart is broken, however, not by Jimmy Fallon—my heart is broken as my son has been lost to his father and his ways, and yet— here still, too, is this discourse—this puzzle, of sorts, and almost a willing call to cry into the world with the fear and notion that Jimmy Fallon too could actually be the devil itself, manifest in [redacted]. For whatever reason, I just keep writing. At least something around this point sets in where I realize I just want to kill myself and for it to be over not because of Jimmy Fallon— No, not at all. Here's this man, on ice cream and billboards— a good one, but belonging to someone else, and— powerfully dangerous. I had chosen to tempt neither fate nor circumstance. {Enter The Multiverse} Anything to keep from deadmau5 appearing under the influences section of my google search results. He's not an influence to my music— a goal marker for where I would ideally want my career to end up, but not an influence. —I just really wanna Impress that dude. [Incoming.] You're welcome. I swear to god these vultures swoop in on anything I even moderately like— You're welcome. Cause the more I like you, The more women in droves will come plummeting towards you, Wanting to fuck, Or worse— Whatever their version of “Love you” is, But I promise These are just offloads of my residual Actual love for you— just because I love you that much. Enjoy your future girlfriend— Or maybe even, wife I don't know. Fucking vultures. Man, I just don't know what it is. But I got particularly bitter and some sort of weird, Like of fucked up, When Skrillex started dating like a d-list porn star Who happened to look like all the girls Who have ever been Just flat out evil towards me in my entire life All the bullies All the fucked up, just straight evil bitches He's like “This is my choice, by the way” Triple fucking zero, fake tits, fake fucking lips All the injections She's on only fans and shit He's like “This my shit right here” I'm like “ew,” fucking gross And I shit you not, Ever since then I've been kind of fucked-up Jaded Like, Look at these fucking lizard bitches getting all the love and all the clout Look at these fake lipped alligator ass hoes— Getting all the good love. That's fucked up, I'm like, Fuck it. Skrillex can definitely go under the influences section, I guess. Look at this influence. I'm a be under the influence of everything on God until these super skinny lily white freckle fucking fake lip hoes reign of dominance is fucking finished. I've had it with these fucking lizards. Acorns! I damn near been celibate ever since Mind your business. Who influenced this! Skrillex! Now shut the fuck up. #getawayfromme Don't get me wrong; I get the convenience White girls have privelege, connections— They don't need talent or personality, Or rhythm. They have family, friends— Access to things most people don't That's why they remain the ideal She'll get you into a world you've never seen Because it's exclusive And there's an entire network around Keeping anyone who does not fit the standard Out She'll boost your career Your finances She's not after your money cause her family is well off And she went to and enough school to make her own Sorority sisters and shit Knows people. She'll build your whole world up Just based on the fact That she is a white woman That's access You have built trust with the white world who, Let's face it, To this day, Still isn't sure about us! They have to put us through all sorts of tests and shit And then still try to figure out if, The shit that ain't right about us Is because of the shit they directly did to us Or if it's something just ingrained in is that they're scared of That they don't like And sometimes it doesn't matter! If they still can't figure it out And yo the not impressive enough to a certain degree If you don't have that white access card, You're discarded; Because, You will never, by default have actual white privelege But you can gain white access by being closely connected and maybe even trusted by a white individual— And so to this, I commend the wiser— The businessmen by nature who understand That having a white woman as your access Is sometimes nessecary, Until things actual change But they haven't yet. I'm still waiting on a dark skinned protagonist whose also a woman and isn't in some way marginalized or patronized by ugliness, stereotype, or some kind of drawback that allows the white supremacy and its domineering public to solidify and enforce their natural inclinations to dismiss post racial excellence in any form. Still waiting. {Enter The Multiverse} He has no monster, And still what counts me is, Above my beaarinf, Just out of grasp, And over my head, Spinning as with wind blows, And stone sacred down to secrecy As sworn, the truth doth lie in her palms, And still hold, The hall of oath not to lie, There in, all does form to steady shallow; Therefore, one does not call with harm to lie, But steady stained forever in foul truth, a wicked odor, And there there, heaven acaped and at all pictures as I were, the friends that not come as maidens or warriors but still as aheep come to graze in my pasture, As does the seed of one tree lie in the ground, awaiting water, and until then only sleeps and rests, With eyes not shown the world, as I. -Omens. -Secrets. -Lies. -Death. -illumination. -Omens. Wasn't there another order? Seems as though the more I come forward, the harder and more impossible that I ever go back. Still, I was warned. I was always warned and headed warnings, Over and over and still I gave truth to the light that was shone on me. Very well. I came, I saw. I said, and sat. Nobody knows my name. Not any besides a lover. Seth. Suddenly, it dawned on me, Pencil shavings and all, That I was not who I thought I might have been before Now or ever— Not that it mattered. Came with it, a dead man. And came acquitted, my heart and soul as one For it had been painted in the colors of love That I could do no wrong at all By having done nothing, But given words What a course! The professor sucks. Who'd you get. Who'd you get? Nobody. Trickery, deciet and lies— Flickering the things I'd done, With eyes sewn shut, And back unclothed, The nether ends, The door has closed And surely you mean nothing but to honor us, Fairwell, And surely you mean nothing less But than to barter, As I may. A temporary woman Never loved on the weekends Steady through the week, But only for the moment. Discarded woman, Leaving behind any evidence, transgressions Favoritism, and secretive thoughts, Explosive measure, talismans No comment No comment No comment Never happened. Moving on, then. Being honest, never loved him Never had to, at the office, Breathing easy makes it sacritism Actually sacrificing artifacts and Alleviating Past the architecture at An interesting artificial measurement of Speed and intellectual accomplishment But still we gather, half entranced and half entitled, Wishing for an ornamental temperament of severance on separation Severity at covet, or north for starters, Soverign states and in general, gentrified genocide of sorts It's psychological warfare Psychological warfare The whites will have the blacks and browns pick each other off To remain in power The white devil Is also just as often The white savior BROH. JOHN OLIVER IS MAD BRITISH. AVADAKAVARAH! I TOLD YOU, I WAS A WITCH DOCTOR! WHATEVER! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A LATE NIGHT HOST! EVERYBODY HAS A DAY JOB. THAT'S A NIGHT JOB! EXPECTO-PA– POTTER!!! WHAT IN THE [BEEP}! YOU'RE A WIZARD?! OF COURSE I'M A BLOODY WIZARD–WHAT THE HELL DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU?! ANOTHER LATE NIGHT HOST–OR WHATEVER! “OR WHATEVER” I'M A WIZARD– HARRY. What the [bleep] EVERYBODY HAS A DAY JOB ™ Please, by all means, Keep your pretty white girlfriend. I want to see those eyes come through What a handsome couple. They are the scariest thing ever. Let them be, then; Out to be fun to watch. I can't listen to Drake on my loud speakers bro. Not—like loud, man. That shit makes me feel like a whole ass basic black girl. True story. Sometimes you gotta distance yourself from the “yassss” birds. I saw this one comedian performing— Well, I think he was a comedian. He wasn't funny to me but, He had like 710K followers And he was really really pretty. I had to notice that, because as imm listening to him preform, about 30 minutes into the video— I was waiting to see if he would make me actually laugh— He didn't— But— As I was trying to figure out how he has 710K followers And has not made me laugh, not once I start paying closer attention to him— And I realize; “Oh” He is major good looking. At first I didn't notice— I like white guys— so, Of course, At first glance I'm like “Hey brother!” You know, like “That's my son!” I'm like “Yeah, make me laugh, boy.” But he didn't And then as I start to wonder Like, Why or how he has so large of a following I notice he's very beautiful. And I mean, like mad gorgeous. Like ideally— I'm like “Oh” and as I'm realizing this, He's saying the punchline to a “joke,” And as he's saying it, I realize that way in the back, Like you can hear that they're in the back Cause the camera is in the center, And like half of the audience is behind the film crew , and you can hear these girls are in the way— Like in the way back Like in the way, way back, You can hear like a pack of ratchets— Yes— these must be his die hards— His squad. Not like his homies or anything, but like The Groupies. You know. The hopefuls. He's got this group of black girls like hackling in the back, like clapping hard at all his punches like “YAS!” “SAY IT!” And it was funny because his reaction to these girls was like “I'm—not in control of this.” “RIGHT!” “SAY LESS!” I'm like, Oh, I see how that works, now. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © This is confusing. I can see how you're confused. Everybody is confused. Or just— fused. …calculating…

Somebody pull shit shit off the shelves. Honest to god they're trying to kill me. I've never been angrier. Maybe all this having already happened in some kind of irregular repeat existence is the reason for my having immidiately hated Jimmy Fallon upon his introduction to the cast of Saturday Night Live. Maayyyybeee. Probably. I hated him immidiately. Even before breaking character, or any fourth wall— before I realized at all why I would continue to hate this actor for his lackluster performance on a show I thoroughly enjoyed binge watching— —I hated his fucking face. Which ironically. Some 20 years later— Is the part—maybe even the only part— I actually like. I like his voice. Soothing. Shut up. Correct, you may have in some way altered my regular pattern of thought in some way— I am indeed in great pain, especially lately, But not over Jimmy Fallon— Especially not over that. In fact, I've realized that anything I understand about this character is that, he is, in fact, just a character. A flamboyant offspring of my own imagination. A gesture of circumstance— Indeed, a fictional, fitment of my own discourse. —indeed, I am in this reckoning highly even impressed with myself to such a degree that not only has my own world turned inward and outward and reached into my own perception to unbewittingly show me all these projections of my own interior mind; the ice cream— the posters— the magazine articles, the sidebar trimmings, and of course, the double budget ad campaign for whatever Jimmy Fallon has actually going on at Rockefeller Plaza. I'm somewhat impressed to have, without ever trying to or meaning with any intention to learn more about, or bring this individual closer to my attention, seen more of Jimmy Fallon than one could have possibly—ironically and all pun intended— I'd seen more of Jimmy Fallon than anyone could have even possibly imagined humanly possible, completely by accident. Can somebody really be that famous? Surely, especially lately, I am depressed. In need of an actual truth, an end to suffering—[redacted] Still, this images are constantly forced into my being, under whatever circumstances—fasting or not— exercising or not—praying or not— and though my prayers, even particularly on this matter seem to fall on deaf ears, I still do pray, when I can remember to, for my burdens to be lifted. My burdens have nothing to do with Jimmy Fallon at all, and yet, these random appearances and strange occurrencesremain a mystery. My heart is broken, however, not by Jimmy Fallon—my heart is broken as my son has been lost to his father and his ways, and yet— here still, too, is this discourse—this puzzle, of sorts, and almost a willing call to cry into the world with the fear and notion that Jimmy Fallon too could actually be the devil itself, manifest in [redacted]. For whatever reason, I just keep writing. At least something around this point sets in where I realize I just want to kill myself and for it to be over not because of Jimmy Fallon— No, not at all. Here's this man, on ice cream and billboards— a good one, but belonging to someone else, and— powerfully dangerous. I had chosen to tempt neither fate nor circumstance. {Enter The Multiverse} Anything to keep from deadmau5 appearing under the influences section of my google search results. He's not an influence to my music— a goal marker for where I would ideally want my career to end up, but not an influence. —I just really wanna Impress that dude. [Incoming.] You're welcome. I swear to god these vultures swoop in on anything I even moderately like— You're welcome. Cause the more I like you, The more women in droves will come plummeting towards you, Wanting to fuck, Or worse— Whatever their version of “Love you” is, But I promise These are just offloads of my residual Actual love for you— just because I love you that much. Enjoy your future girlfriend— Or maybe even, wife I don't know. Fucking vultures. Man, I just don't know what it is. But I got particularly bitter and some sort of weird, Like of fucked up, When Skrillex started dating like a d-list porn star Who happened to look like all the girls Who have ever been Just flat out evil towards me in my entire life All the bullies All the fucked up, just straight evil bitches He's like “This is my choice, by the way” Triple fucking zero, fake tits, fake fucking lips All the injections She's on only fans and shit He's like “This my shit right here” I'm like “ew,” fucking gross And I shit you not, Ever since then I've been kind of fucked-up Jaded Like, Look at these fucking lizard bitches getting all the love and all the clout Look at these fake lipped alligator ass hoes— Getting all the good love. That's fucked up, I'm like, Fuck it. Skrillex can definitely go under the influences section, I guess. Look at this influence. I'm a be under the influence of everything on God until these super skinny lily white freckle fucking fake lip hoes reign of dominance is fucking finished. I've had it with these fucking lizards. Acorns! I damn near been celibate ever since Mind your business. Who influenced this! Skrillex! Now shut the fuck up. #getawayfromme Don't get me wrong; I get the convenience White girls have privelege, connections— They don't need talent or personality, Or rhythm. They have family, friends— Access to things most people don't That's why they remain the ideal She'll get you into a world you've never seen Because it's exclusive And there's an entire network around Keeping anyone who does not fit the standard Out She'll boost your career Your finances She's not after your money cause her family is well off And she went to and enough school to make her own Sorority sisters and shit Knows people. She'll build your whole world up Just based on the fact That she is a white woman That's access You have built trust with the white world who, Let's face it, To this day, Still isn't sure about us! They have to put us through all sorts of tests and shit And then still try to figure out if, The shit that ain't right about us Is because of the shit they directly did to us Or if it's something just ingrained in is that they're scared of That they don't like And sometimes it doesn't matter! If they still can't figure it out And yo the not impressive enough to a certain degree If you don't have that white access card, You're discarded; Because, You will never, by default have actual white privelege But you can gain white access by being closely connected and maybe even trusted by a white individual— And so to this, I commend the wiser— The businessmen by nature who understand That having a white woman as your access Is sometimes nessecary, Until things actual change But they haven't yet. I'm still waiting on a dark skinned protagonist whose also a woman and isn't in some way marginalized or patronized by ugliness, stereotype, or some kind of drawback that allows the white supremacy and its domineering public to solidify and enforce their natural inclinations to dismiss post racial excellence in any form. Still waiting. {Enter The Multiverse} He has no monster, And still what counts me is, Above my beaarinf, Just out of grasp, And over my head, Spinning as with wind blows, And stone sacred down to secrecy As sworn, the truth doth lie in her palms, And still hold, The hall of oath not to lie, There in, all does form to steady shallow; Therefore, one does not call with harm to lie, But steady stained forever in foul truth, a wicked odor, And there there, heaven acaped and at all pictures as I were, the friends that not come as maidens or warriors but still as aheep come to graze in my pasture, As does the seed of one tree lie in the ground, awaiting water, and until then only sleeps and rests, With eyes not shown the world, as I. -Omens. -Secrets. -Lies. -Death. -illumination. -Omens. Wasn't there another order? Seems as though the more I come forward, the harder and more impossible that I ever go back. Still, I was warned. I was always warned and headed warnings, Over and over and still I gave truth to the light that was shone on me. Very well. I came, I saw. I said, and sat. Nobody knows my name. Not any besides a lover. Seth. Suddenly, it dawned on me, Pencil shavings and all, That I was not who I thought I might have been before Now or ever— Not that it mattered. Came with it, a dead man. And came acquitted, my heart and soul as one For it had been painted in the colors of love That I could do no wrong at all By having done nothing, But given words What a course! The professor sucks. Who'd you get. Who'd you get? Nobody. Trickery, deciet and lies— Flickering the things I'd done, With eyes sewn shut, And back unclothed, The nether ends, The door has closed And surely you mean nothing but to honor us, Fairwell, And surely you mean nothing less But than to barter, As I may. A temporary woman Never loved on the weekends Steady through the week, But only for the moment. Discarded woman, Leaving behind any evidence, transgressions Favoritism, and secretive thoughts, Explosive measure, talismans No comment No comment No comment Never happened. Moving on, then. Being honest, never loved him Never had to, at the office, Breathing easy makes it sacritism Actually sacrificing artifacts and Alleviating Past the architecture at An interesting artificial measurement of Speed and intellectual accomplishment But still we gather, half entranced and half entitled, Wishing for an ornamental temperament of severance on separation Severity at covet, or north for starters, Soverign states and in general, gentrified genocide of sorts It's psychological warfare Psychological warfare The whites will have the blacks and browns pick each other off To remain in power The white devil Is also just as often The white savior BROH. JOHN OLIVER IS MAD BRITISH. AVADAKAVARAH! I TOLD YOU, I WAS A WITCH DOCTOR! WHATEVER! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A LATE NIGHT HOST! EVERYBODY HAS A DAY JOB. THAT'S A NIGHT JOB! EXPECTO-PA– POTTER!!! WHAT IN THE [BEEP}! YOU'RE A WIZARD?! OF COURSE I'M A BLOODY WIZARD–WHAT THE HELL DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU?! ANOTHER LATE NIGHT HOST–OR WHATEVER! “OR WHATEVER” I'M A WIZARD– HARRY. What the [bleep] EVERYBODY HAS A DAY JOB ™ Please, by all means, Keep your pretty white girlfriend. I want to see those eyes come through What a handsome couple. They are the scariest thing ever. Let them be, then; Out to be fun to watch. I can't listen to Drake on my loud speakers bro. Not—like loud, man. That shit makes me feel like a whole ass basic black girl. True story. Sometimes you gotta distance yourself from the “yassss” birds. I saw this one comedian performing— Well, I think he was a comedian. He wasn't funny to me but, He had like 710K followers And he was really really pretty. I had to notice that, because as imm listening to him preform, about 30 minutes into the video— I was waiting to see if he would make me actually laugh— He didn't— But— As I was trying to figure out how he has 710K followers And has not made me laugh, not once I start paying closer attention to him— And I realize; “Oh” He is major good looking. At first I didn't notice— I like white guys— so, Of course, At first glance I'm like “Hey brother!” You know, like “That's my son!” I'm like “Yeah, make me laugh, boy.” But he didn't And then as I start to wonder Like, Why or how he has so large of a following I notice he's very beautiful. And I mean, like mad gorgeous. Like ideally— I'm like “Oh” and as I'm realizing this, He's saying the punchline to a “joke,” And as he's saying it, I realize that way in the back, Like you can hear that they're in the back Cause the camera is in the center, And like half of the audience is behind the film crew , and you can hear these girls are in the way— Like in the way back Like in the way, way back, You can hear like a pack of ratchets— Yes— these must be his die hards— His squad. Not like his homies or anything, but like The Groupies. You know. The hopefuls. He's got this group of black girls like hackling in the back, like clapping hard at all his punches like “YAS!” “SAY IT!” And it was funny because his reaction to these girls was like “I'm—not in control of this.” “RIGHT!” “SAY LESS!” I'm like, Oh, I see how that works, now. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © This is confusing. I can see how you're confused. Everybody is confused. Or just— fused. …calculating…

Somebody pull shit shit off the shelves. Honest to god they're trying to kill me. I've never been angrier. Maybe all this having already happened in some kind of irregular repeat existence is the reason for my having immidiately hated Jimmy Fallon upon his introduction to the cast of Saturday Night Live. Maayyyybeee. Probably. I hated him immidiately. Even before breaking character, or any fourth wall— before I realized at all why I would continue to hate this actor for his lackluster performance on a show I thoroughly enjoyed binge watching— —I hated his fucking face. Which ironically. Some 20 years later— Is the part—maybe even the only part— I actually like. I like his voice. Soothing. Shut up. Correct, you may have in some way altered my regular pattern of thought in some way— I am indeed in great pain, especially lately, But not over Jimmy Fallon— Especially not over that. In fact, I've realized that anything I understand about this character is that, he is, in fact, just a character. A flamboyant offspring of my own imagination. A gesture of circumstance— Indeed, a fictional, fitment of my own discourse. —indeed, I am in this reckoning highly even impressed with myself to such a degree that not only has my own world turned inward and outward and reached into my own perception to unbewittingly show me all these projections of my own interior mind; the ice cream— the posters— the magazine articles, the sidebar trimmings, and of course, the double budget ad campaign for whatever Jimmy Fallon has actually going on at Rockefeller Plaza. I'm somewhat impressed to have, without ever trying to or meaning with any intention to learn more about, or bring this individual closer to my attention, seen more of Jimmy Fallon than one could have possibly—ironically and all pun intended— I'd seen more of Jimmy Fallon than anyone could have even possibly imagined humanly possible, completely by accident. Can somebody really be that famous? Surely, especially lately, I am depressed. In need of an actual truth, an end to suffering—[redacted] Still, this images are constantly forced into my being, under whatever circumstances—fasting or not— exercising or not—praying or not— and though my prayers, even particularly on this matter seem to fall on deaf ears, I still do pray, when I can remember to, for my burdens to be lifted. My burdens have nothing to do with Jimmy Fallon at all, and yet, these random appearances and strange occurrencesremain a mystery. My heart is broken, however, not by Jimmy Fallon—my heart is broken as my son has been lost to his father and his ways, and yet— here still, too, is this discourse—this puzzle, of sorts, and almost a willing call to cry into the world with the fear and notion that Jimmy Fallon too could actually be the devil itself, manifest in [redacted]. For whatever reason, I just keep writing. At least something around this point sets in where I realize I just want to kill myself and for it to be over not because of Jimmy Fallon— No, not at all. Here's this man, on ice cream and billboards— a good one, but belonging to someone else, and— powerfully dangerous. I had chosen to tempt neither fate nor circumstance. {Enter The Multiverse} Anything to keep from deadmau5 appearing under the influences section of my google search results. He's not an influence to my music— a goal marker for where I would ideally want my career to end up, but not an influence. —I just really wanna Impress that dude. [Incoming.] You're welcome. I swear to god these vultures swoop in on anything I even moderately like— You're welcome. Cause the more I like you, The more women in droves will come plummeting towards you, Wanting to fuck, Or worse— Whatever their version of “Love you” is, But I promise These are just offloads of my residual Actual love for you— just because I love you that much. Enjoy your future girlfriend— Or maybe even, wife I don't know. Fucking vultures. Man, I just don't know what it is. But I got particularly bitter and some sort of weird, Like of fucked up, When Skrillex started dating like a d-list porn star Who happened to look like all the girls Who have ever been Just flat out evil towards me in my entire life All the bullies All the fucked up, just straight evil bitches He's like “This is my choice, by the way” Triple fucking zero, fake tits, fake fucking lips All the injections She's on only fans and shit He's like “This my shit right here” I'm like “ew,” fucking gross And I shit you not, Ever since then I've been kind of fucked-up Jaded Like, Look at these fucking lizard bitches getting all the love and all the clout Look at these fake lipped alligator ass hoes— Getting all the good love. That's fucked up, I'm like, Fuck it. Skrillex can definitely go under the influences section, I guess. Look at this influence. I'm a be under the influence of everything on God until these super skinny lily white freckle fucking fake lip hoes reign of dominance is fucking finished. I've had it with these fucking lizards. Acorns! I damn near been celibate ever since Mind your business. Who influenced this! Skrillex! Now shut the fuck up. #getawayfromme Don't get me wrong; I get the convenience White girls have privelege, connections— They don't need talent or personality, Or rhythm. They have family, friends— Access to things most people don't That's why they remain the ideal She'll get you into a world you've never seen Because it's exclusive And there's an entire network around Keeping anyone who does not fit the standard Out She'll boost your career Your finances She's not after your money cause her family is well off And she went to and enough school to make her own Sorority sisters and shit Knows people. She'll build your whole world up Just based on the fact That she is a white woman That's access You have built trust with the white world who, Let's face it, To this day, Still isn't sure about us! They have to put us through all sorts of tests and shit And then still try to figure out if, The shit that ain't right about us Is because of the shit they directly did to us Or if it's something just ingrained in is that they're scared of That they don't like And sometimes it doesn't matter! If they still can't figure it out And yo the not impressive enough to a certain degree If you don't have that white access card, You're discarded; Because, You will never, by default have actual white privelege But you can gain white access by being closely connected and maybe even trusted by a white individual— And so to this, I commend the wiser— The businessmen by nature who understand That having a white woman as your access Is sometimes nessecary, Until things actual change But they haven't yet. I'm still waiting on a dark skinned protagonist whose also a woman and isn't in some way marginalized or patronized by ugliness, stereotype, or some kind of drawback that allows the white supremacy and its domineering public to solidify and enforce their natural inclinations to dismiss post racial excellence in any form. Still waiting. {Enter The Multiverse} He has no monster, And still what counts me is, Above my beaarinf, Just out of grasp, And over my head, Spinning as with wind blows, And stone sacred down to secrecy As sworn, the truth doth lie in her palms, And still hold, The hall of oath not to lie, There in, all does form to steady shallow; Therefore, one does not call with harm to lie, But steady stained forever in foul truth, a wicked odor, And there there, heaven acaped and at all pictures as I were, the friends that not come as maidens or warriors but still as aheep come to graze in my pasture, As does the seed of one tree lie in the ground, awaiting water, and until then only sleeps and rests, With eyes not shown the world, as I. -Omens. -Secrets. -Lies. -Death. -illumination. -Omens. Wasn't there another order? Seems as though the more I come forward, the harder and more impossible that I ever go back. Still, I was warned. I was always warned and headed warnings, Over and over and still I gave truth to the light that was shone on me. Very well. I came, I saw. I said, and sat. Nobody knows my name. Not any besides a lover. Seth. Suddenly, it dawned on me, Pencil shavings and all, That I was not who I thought I might have been before Now or ever— Not that it mattered. Came with it, a dead man. And came acquitted, my heart and soul as one For it had been painted in the colors of love That I could do no wrong at all By having done nothing, But given words What a course! The professor sucks. Who'd you get. Who'd you get? Nobody. Trickery, deciet and lies— Flickering the things I'd done, With eyes sewn shut, And back unclothed, The nether ends, The door has closed And surely you mean nothing but to honor us, Fairwell, And surely you mean nothing less But than to barter, As I may. A temporary woman Never loved on the weekends Steady through the week, But only for the moment. Discarded woman, Leaving behind any evidence, transgressions Favoritism, and secretive thoughts, Explosive measure, talismans No comment No comment No comment Never happened. Moving on, then. Being honest, never loved him Never had to, at the office, Breathing easy makes it sacritism Actually sacrificing artifacts and Alleviating Past the architecture at An interesting artificial measurement of Speed and intellectual accomplishment But still we gather, half entranced and half entitled, Wishing for an ornamental temperament of severance on separation Severity at covet, or north for starters, Soverign states and in general, gentrified genocide of sorts It's psychological warfare Psychological warfare The whites will have the blacks and browns pick each other off To remain in power The white devil Is also just as often The white savior BROH. JOHN OLIVER IS MAD BRITISH. AVADAKAVARAH! I TOLD YOU, I WAS A WITCH DOCTOR! WHATEVER! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A LATE NIGHT HOST! EVERYBODY HAS A DAY JOB. THAT'S A NIGHT JOB! EXPECTO-PA– POTTER!!! WHAT IN THE [BEEP}! YOU'RE A WIZARD?! OF COURSE I'M A BLOODY WIZARD–WHAT THE HELL DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU?! ANOTHER LATE NIGHT HOST–OR WHATEVER! “OR WHATEVER” I'M A WIZARD– HARRY. What the [bleep] EVERYBODY HAS A DAY JOB ™ Please, by all means, Keep your pretty white girlfriend. I want to see those eyes come through What a handsome couple. They are the scariest thing ever. Let them be, then; Out to be fun to watch. I can't listen to Drake on my loud speakers bro. Not—like loud, man. That shit makes me feel like a whole ass basic black girl. True story. Sometimes you gotta distance yourself from the “yassss” birds. I saw this one comedian performing— Well, I think he was a comedian. He wasn't funny to me but, He had like 710K followers And he was really really pretty. I had to notice that, because as imm listening to him preform, about 30 minutes into the video— I was waiting to see if he would make me actually laugh— He didn't— But— As I was trying to figure out how he has 710K followers And has not made me laugh, not once I start paying closer attention to him— And I realize; “Oh” He is major good looking. At first I didn't notice— I like white guys— so, Of course, At first glance I'm like “Hey brother!” You know, like “That's my son!” I'm like “Yeah, make me laugh, boy.” But he didn't And then as I start to wonder Like, Why or how he has so large of a following I notice he's very beautiful. And I mean, like mad gorgeous. Like ideally— I'm like “Oh” and as I'm realizing this, He's saying the punchline to a “joke,” And as he's saying it, I realize that way in the back, Like you can hear that they're in the back Cause the camera is in the center, And like half of the audience is behind the film crew , and you can hear these girls are in the way— Like in the way back Like in the way, way back, You can hear like a pack of ratchets— Yes— these must be his die hards— His squad. Not like his homies or anything, but like The Groupies. You know. The hopefuls. He's got this group of black girls like hackling in the back, like clapping hard at all his punches like “YAS!” “SAY IT!” And it was funny because his reaction to these girls was like “I'm—not in control of this.” “RIGHT!” “SAY LESS!” I'm like, Oh, I see how that works, now. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © This is confusing. I can see how you're confused. Everybody is confused. Or just— fused. …calculating…

Story One – Who are the Shadow People? Flickering in and out of existence, sometimes only for a split second, sometimes longer, but always transient, they leave only questions in their wake. What are their intentions? Where do they come from? Why do they appear? Who or what are the Shadow People? Story Two – The Curse of the Dab Tsog During the 1980s, A Nightmare on Elm Street first introduced audiences to the iconic horror character, Freddie Kruger. But as unsettling as the movie was, the true story that inspired director Wes Craven's creation of the supernatural killer is equally disturbing. In this story, we examine the terrifying curse of the Dab Tsog. MUSIC  Tracks used by kind permission of Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 Tracks used by kind permission of CO.AG Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Details to come. My bad. lol

HAPPY HALLOWEEN FRIENDS!  Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetleju— oops, did we say it too many times? Corinne and Sabrina are back, channeling their inner Beetlejuice (double the trouble!) in this spooky Halloween bonus episode! Things get weird fast as we share tales of creepy kids who love kissing demon bunnies, haunted seances gone horribly wrong, and dolls walking around bedrooms at night (yes, you read that right). Get ready for spine-tingling chills, eerie laughs, and all the spooky chaos you've come to love from your favorite ghouls!

AP correspondent Ed Donahue reports on the status of fireflies.

After Dave lost his wife, he started getting signs that she was still looking out for him and his son. _ If you have anxiety, depression or any sense of the world around you, you know that not *everything* is going to be okay. In fact, many things aren't okay and never will be! But instead of falling into the pit of despair, we're bringing you a little OK for your day. Every weekday, we'll bring you one okay thing to help you start, end or endure your day with the opposite of a doom scroll. Created and hosted by Nora McInerny. - Find Nora's weekly newsletter here! Also, check out Nora on YouTube. _ “It's Going To Be OK” is brought to you by The Hartford. The Hartford is a leading insurance provider that connects people and technology for better employee benefits.  Learn more at www.thehartford.com/benefits.  _ Share your OK thing at 612.568.4441 or by emailing a note or voice memo to IGTBO@feelingsand.co. Start your message with “I'm (name) and it's going to be okay.”  _ The IGTBO team is Nora McInerny, Claire McInerny, Marcel Malekebu, Amanda Romani and Grace Barry. _ The transcript for this episode can be found here. Find all our shows and our store at www.feelingsand.co. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Today, Jess, Les, Martha, and Matt discuss the recent violent protests in Kenya's capital of Nairobi over a tax bill that would increase taxes on bread, fuel, and other necessities, which was aimed at alleviating the country's massive debt burden. Protestors stormed the nation's parliament building, setting parts ablaze, and clashes with police and military forces have left more than 300 injured and 22 dead. Kenyan President William Ruto has now abandoned the bill but vows to quash the continuing unrest “at whatever cost.” With Kenya being recently announced as a U.S. major Non-NATO ally, how do these protests impact U.S.-Kenyan relations? What are the implications of these protests on the stability of the region and our ongoing counter-terrorism efforts? What does this unrest mean for the recently deployed Kenyan police mission to violence-stricken Haiti?Check out the answers to these questions and more in this episode of Fault Lines.Check out the sources that helped shape our expert's discussion!https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c3gg30gm0x2o https://apnews.com/article/kenya-finance-bill-taxes-protests-396382bdac0fc18dfec7cd3003ece35b https://apnews.com/article/kenya-protests-finance-bill-33a20092285f1d663264f7b0d513e1da https://www.nytimes.com/2024/06/25/world/africa/kenya-protests-tax-parliament.html https://www.nytimes.com/2024/06/27/world/africa/kenya-protests-taxes-president-ruto.html Follow our experts on Twitter: @lestermunson@NotTVJessJones@marthamillerdc @WMattHaydenLike what we're doing here? Be sure to rate, review, and subscribe. And don't forget to follow @masonnatsec on Twitter!We are also on YouTube, and watch today's episode here: https://youtu.be/RzPb1EQY27w Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The menorah serves as a reminder that every Jewish individual is a luminous light unto themselves, yet they also flicker and illuminate for those around them.

Two mannequins walk into a science lab, and one's got a big tick problem. She can teach humans how to check for ticks. Also, researchers used citizen science observations and machine learning to understand where fireflies are and what they need to thrive.In Wisconsin, Mannequins Help Teach People How To Spot TicksNationwide, Wisconsin is a hot spot for Lyme disease. And cases are rising, as climate change and development alter how humans interact with the ticks that transmit this disease. In Wisconsin, cases reported annually have more than doubled in the last two decades.With tick season underway, tick checks are one of the most important ways you can prevent infection. I recently visited the Midwest Center of Excellence for Vector-borne Disease, which is housed at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, where researchers are using a new tool to teach people how to do tick checks — mannequins.Read the rest at sciencefriday.comProtecting A Flickering Symbol Of Summer NightsWhen people talk about watching fireflies, a common comment is “You know, I don't see as many fireflies as I used to.” Researchers are trying to figure out whether that impression is actually accurate, and which of the over 2,000 firefly species might be affected—and to do so, they need a lot more data. A recent paper published in the journal Science of the Total Environment used over 24,000 citizen science observations as well as machine learning models to try to better identify where certain species of fireflies can be found, and what types of habitat and climate they need to thrive.Dr. Sarah Lower, a firefly researcher at Bucknell University and a co-author of the study, joins guest host Annie Minoff to talk about some ways to protect fireflies near you, including preserving darkness and providing moist, permeable, natural soils for firefly larvae.Transcripts for each segment will be available after the show airs on sciencefriday.com. Subscribe to this podcast. Plus, to stay updated on all things science, sign up for Science Friday's newsletters.

Filmmakers Anupama Srinivasan and Anirban Dutta will be screening two films at Sydney Film Festival this year about nature, people & triumph. Flickering Lights & Nocturnes.Flickering Lights portrays life before and after electricity in a small village in today's India. Winner from Amsterdam's International Documentary Film Festival.Nocturnes follows a scientist in the high forests of the Eastern Himalayas, who uncovers the secrets of moth life, in this Sundance-selected, immersive documentary.Check sff.org.au for screening details.Join us on our weekly Patreon zoom chats! (Sundays @ 10PM SYD)Website | Rotten Tomatoes | Linktree | Youtube | Twitter | Instagram

LED lightbulbs. Flickering fluorescent bulbs. Laptops, iPads, smartphones. What is artificial light doing to our health? And can we mimic ancestral, healing light (like the light of fire or the sun) in our homes to mitigate the damage and/or boost our mood and wellbeing?   Brian Hoyer of Shielded Healing is an expert on EMFs and the effect of light on our health. Today he gets specific about the damage our modern light can do to our health: from causing eye issues, to weight gain, to headache to lowering energy and melatonin production (needed for better sleep and improved digestion). He also goes over what we can do to improve our "light hygiene" at home to foster better health, improved energy levels and a more positive mood.   Check out Brian's website: shieldedhealing.com Subscribe (follow) this podcast on your favorite podcast app See our sponsors: NTI school and Lyte Balance

Air Date - 21 May 2024This week on Expedition Self Online TV, streaming Consciousness LIVE, we'll be discussing the Flickering Facets of Truth. While truth is a desirable pursuit, it is also misunderstood, which leads to misuse, keeping people stuck in ways of being that limit and constrain their lives rather than setting them free.We are led to believe the truth is a set-in-stone, immovable destination that, once you arrive in it, will become a safe and protective home for us. All we have to do is fervently reinforce it forever! And who doesn't want to be ‘right'?On this show, Sam will break down that myth and show you how truth is more helpful in your pursuit of self-knowledge, and even being ‘right', when it is seen as changeable rather than permanent – a journey rather than a destination.We will dive deep into the common experience of ‘finding your voice' and highlight how those worthwhile, gorgeous, hard-won personal truths can become a prison when used in the paradigm of ‘forever truth' or instead can lead to unimaginable personal freedom and strength when used in the paradigm of ‘changeable truth'.Not only does the ‘old way' of looking at truth impact your inner self, but it also impacts how you are able to achieve in the world. When these proclaimed personal truths are given the exclusive status of being the right and good way to think or be, it leaves you with fewer tools to collaborate, build interrelationships, and create the things you want most.Your entire psyche is constantly looking for a bridge between the world of possibility you crave and the daily experience of being in life. Growth work creates a bridge that surrounds, immerses, and intrigues your inner Self.Sam will spend this hour helping you ‘Go Inside' and provide provocative ways to think about your process of growth, transformation, and evolution so you can increase awareness of your ‘Whole Self' and build depth and meaning in your relationships.#freedom #selfdevelopment #healing #transformation #growth #power #selfshop #honesty #integrity #realityIf you'd like to be notified about Sam's online schedule or check out the downloadables from each show, go to Expeditionself.com/tv.Connect with Sam at Expeditionself.comVisit the Expedition Self Show Page https://omtimes.com/iom/shows/expedition-self/Connect with Sam Parrotto on her website at https://www.expeditionself.com/Subscribe to our Newsletter https://omtimes.com/subscribe-omtimes-magazine/Connect with OMTimes on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Omtimes.Magazine/ and OMTimes Radio https://www.facebook.com/ConsciousRadiowebtv.OMTimes/Twitter: https://twitter.com/OmTimes/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/omtimes/Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/company/2798417/Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/omtimes/

The Sex Tapes continue By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Sandy looked at her gorgeous friend. Sandy loved her, truly; as did Don; and they both wanted so badly for her to be happy. They had all been friends for so long. Sandy thought back to the night they met, to the experience the three of them shared, and she felt something tingle inside her. It wasn't the first time she had thought about it, in fact there were many nights where she and Don would relive those events as they made love. They would sometimes expand on them, fantasize about them, and even though they never said it out loud, there was one element always missing."What if,” Sandy considered, “what if it wasn't with someone new?" Her hand went to Don's thigh. She felt him choke on his drink. The silence was deafening. Sandy tried not to squirm, to worry about what she might have just suggested. The next thing Kelly said was going to be extremely important. "What do you mean?" Kelly said. They all knew exactly what Sandy meant. Kelly hadn't run screaming from the room though, and that was a good sign to Sandy. "I mean, um, what I mean is,” for once Sandy was tongue tied. Despite their experience with other people, other couples even, Sandy wasn't sure how to proceed. This wasn't some random hook up, this was her best friend. Her best friend and her husband; the two people she loved most in the world. The two people she loved most. Looking her best friend in the eye she knew there was only one thing she could say. Sandy took one last big gulp of her drink, and slowly melted off the couch, down to her knees in front of her husband. Kelly still didn't move. Sandy's hands danced around Don's belt. She looked at her husband with her dark, seductive eyes. He nodded almost imperceptibly in approval. Kelly shifted in anticipation as Sandy's hands adeptly worked Don's belt and zipper. She tried to play it cool, but couldn't stifle a small gasp when her eyes took in the sight of Don's exposed cock. Thick, hard, and wonderful, it was exactly as she remembered it. Sandy warmed at the sigh her husband let out as her fingers danced up and down his length. Then she turned to Kelly. Instantly she was transported back in time to that night they all first met. This time, however, there was so much more between the three of them. So many years of love and friendship. She could see the flushing in her friend's chest already, and this time she knew the answer to the question even before she asked it. "You wanna join us?" Kelly's throat was dry, probably because all the moisture in her body had been redirected between her legs. This felt wrong, it felt taboo, but good God, she was drenched. She had replayed that night they met over and over in her mind over the years, using the images and sounds burned into her memory as fuel for countless self-induced orgasms. She played out fantasies and scenarios about what would have happened if she had said yes to their invitation. She even told Pete about it once while they were making love. She rode on top of him, slowly grinding on his cock as she recounted every detail of the evening. Pete spurred her on with lewd, probing questions that only made her wetter, and him harder. Finally, just before they exploded together in mutual orgasm, he asked her if she wished she had accepted. Through ragged breaths and the beginnings of full-body spasms she choked out "Yes!" It became a fantasy they would play out from time to time, especially on nights the two hung out with Sandy and Don. After a nice night out, Kelly and Pete would retire to their bedroom, and on more than one occasion, while Kelly was sucking his dick, Pete would instruct her to close her eyes and imagine the cock in her mouth was Don's. It always had the desired effect, and Kelly's orgasms were always extra hard. Kelly sat there, eyes darting back and forth from Sandy, to Don, to Don's cock, to Sandy, for what felt like an eternity. She reached up and undid another button from her shirt, revealing the top of her cleavage. Don's cock throbbed. Sandy smiled. She doesn't remember moving, but all at once Kelly was on her knees next to Sandy, in front of Don's hard, straining erection. Her hand floated up. Her body suddenly flashed with hot electricity as her fingers brushed its firm, hot skin. Her eyes turned toward the throbbing member, and she licked her lips. "Go ahead," Sandy's voice floated into Kelly's ear. Kelly gripped the bottom of Don's shaft gently, but firmly, parted her lips, and dropped her wet mouth over the head of Don's cock. All three of them groaned at the same time. A devilish smile of disbelief was on Sandy's face as she watched her best friend take her husband's cock in and out of her mouth. Judging by the look on Don's face, he couldn't believe it either. Kelly savored every inch of that cock. This had been a long time coming, and she wanted to experience it fully. Her cunt throbbed, wet and desperate, and she felt her body heating up with lust. This cock felt so good in her mouth. Not just because it was Don's cock, but because it was a good cock too. It was satisfying. Sliding up and down on it, practically drooling, she began to think of other ways it could be satisfying. She felt her cunt buzz again. In a feverish, lustful haze, Kelly regained awareness of her surroundings all of a sudden, and pulled all the way off Don's slippery rod with a loud pop. She sat back on her ankles, breath ragged. She coyly wiped her mouth, and then looked at her two friends. "I'm sorry," she said between breaths, trying to regain composure. Sandy began to form a statement meant to reassure Kelly she did nothing wrong, but was stopped as Kelly finished her thought: "I didn't even offer you any." Sandy smiled, and leaned in, taking her husband's cock into her mouth herself. Kelly watched Sandy bob on Don's cock. She had never fully appreciated how sexy her friend was, but now she had a front row seat. She felt her cunt flood, and her nipples ache. Intense heat flooded her body, and without even realizing it, Kelly began unbuttoning the remaining buttons on her blouse. Don's gaze left the wet, pleasureful ministrations of his wife's mouth, and bounced over to Kelly as she removed her shirt. His cock surged; he had wanted to see those breasts ever since the night they met. Pale, supple, smaller than Sandy's but still substantial, Don's mouth (and cock) began to drool slightly. The tops of her globes held high and firm by a tasteful bra, deep breaths made them heave and push against the fabric. Her cleavage looked deep and tight, and Don fantasized about what it might feel like to slide himself between them. Pleasure boiled deep inside him. Sandy stopped her wet worship to watch the show as well, her thoughts coming very close to those of her husband, and used the opportunity to pass his cock back to her horny friend. Kelly didn't hesitate, sliding back into position, but a low croak from Don's throat stopped her before her mouth slipped back down his length "Wait," he croaked, the two gorgeous women turning quickly to check in with him, surprised to hear his hesitation. Don looked down at Kelly's big, doe eyes, her tongue idly working the edge of her lip in anticipation, and managed to get out two words: "bra too?" Sandy and Kelly both began to chuckle, and Kelly whispered back a syrupy "sure, Don, whatever you want." Those last three words sent a chill through Don's body, and he and his wife both watched in rapt attention as their friend reached up with one hand, unhooked the clasp, and let her bra slide down her arms and off her body. Don let out a low, appreciative moan. They were everything he had hoped for. Taking his cock back in her hands, slowly stroking him, Kelly gave him a moment to admire her free, naked breasts. She could tell by the locked gaze and slight smirk that he liked what he saw. And Kelly liked showing him, too. She liked the feeling of his eyes on her tits, it made her feel sexy. It made her feel wanted. Most of all it made her wetter than she'd been in years. Feeling the tingle of desire running through her, she leaned forward, and took Don's cock back into her mouth. Sandy watched her friend desperately devour her husband's penis, and made a decision. She slipped her own shirt off, followed quickly by her own bra, letting her two massive breasts swing free. Climbing back up onto the couch, she tucked herself in right next to her moaning, gasping husband, made sure her tits were in squeezing distance should he feel the need, and began lovingly stroking his chest and stomach as they both watched Kelly work. This was her night. She needed this. Sandy wanted her to have what she needed. The over stimulation of Kelly's mouth and Sandy's body was too much, and suddenly Don began to shiver and convulse. Kelly's tongue passed over the fat, smooth head of Don's cock and felt it flare. His balls pulled tight, and his cock grew even harder in her hands. Kelly smiled to herself. Sandy watched, her eyes darting back between her desperate, sucking friend, and her writhing, spasming husband. She squeezed her legs together, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. A smile pulled at her lips as her best friend summoned a hard orgasm out of the man she loved. "That's it, baby, that's it," was all she said. She didn't know which one she was saying it to. Kelly felt a final strong surge in Don's shaft and then moaned as he began to fill her mouth with hot cum. She sucked and stroked, happily swallowing everything she was gifted. This was the first time in three years she had made a man cum. She was happy it was Don. His semen tasted good. She wanted it inside her. Eventually the pulses slowed, the spasms stopped, and all three felt their breathing return to normal. Kelly slowed the sweet suckling of her lips, and gently disengaged from Don's wilting member, a thin viscous strand of their shared fluids desperately clinging between her lips and his tip. Kelly modestly brought a hand to her mouth as she swallowed the last of Don's load, and the three friends sat in stunned silence, trying to figure out what just happened. "Now what?" Kelly said, looking at the two of them. It was a loaded question, for sure. After considering the question for a moment, Sandy stood up. She looked down at her spent husband, and her clearly still horny best friend. Reaching down, she took Don's hand, then after a moment reached for Kelly's as well. The two new lovers stood up. Sandy leaned in and kissed Don hard, then did the same to Kelly. She could taste his semen on her lips. "Round two." She said with a smile. She turned, and led her husband and her best friend by their hands into the bedroom. The erotic evening of discovery continued. Despite overwhelming feelings of lust and arousal at the lips of her friend, Kelly drew the line of exploration with Sandy at kissing (at least for this first night). This didn't limit their activities, however, as the two shared Don's recuperating cock between them, sucking, kissing, licking and stroking him back to rejuvenated hardness. It didn't take him long to get there, and pretty soon Don was fully hard and throbbing, thanks to the loving mouths of his wife and her best friend. He felt a certain sense of disbelief as soon the scene from the couch was mirrored in the bedroom, only this time Sandy was tucked in tightly to Kelly's side as Don pleasured Kelly with his tongue. "Enough," Kelly said, "I want it. I need it." Kelly held her best friend tight. She could feel Sandy's nipples pressing into the side of her own breast. Her body tingled. Her breasts heaved atop wanton, nervous breaths as Don rose up from between her legs. His hands spread her thighs, and then lined up the thick flared head of his cock with her dripping cunt. He teased her for only a moment, spreading her juices around his tip, and then slowly pushed. Kelly felt Sandy's lips on her neck, and hands on her breasts as Don became the first man to enter her in three years. Her body was inflamed with sensation, and Sandy held her tight, guiding her through the feelings as Don thrust deeply and rhythmically. Soon Kelly writhed and shook, her breathing becoming ragged and labored, as orgasm seized control of her from head to toe. The image of Kelly cumming on his cock was too much, and Don too began to buck and shake. He pushed deep into Kelly's gasping tunnel and emptied himself into her warm center. Sandy gasped and cried out in joy as the two people she loved most shared such a beautiful, intimate moment. The three lovers collapsed into each other, a delirious, giggling tangle of vibrating flesh. Soon the wheel of pleasure slowly turned, and now it was Kelly pressed tight to Sandy as Don's tongue and fingers drove her toward ultimate pleasure. Her fingers danced over Sandy's steaming body. She had never touched another woman like this before. It was exciting and scary all at once. Soon she felt her best friend's body tremble, and shake, and heard the cries and moans of her pleasure. Kelly leaned in close, feeling the ragged breath of Sandy's orgasm on her cheek, and kissed her best friend. Sandy's body exploded in pleasure, an electric current of lust and love formed by Kelly's lips on her mouth and Don's lips on her cunt. The three lay together for a long while, each fully satisfied. Kelly knew things were changing, but somehow she also felt like this was how it was always supposed to be. Her thoughts drifted to the future; what this would be, where it would go, what other pleasures and experiences might be in store. She was ready for them. She wanted them. She wanted to have them with Sandy and Don. "I think I have a lot of questions," she said finally, feeling Sandy's large breast sit heavy in her hand. "I think we have a lot to tell you." Sandy chuckled. "I can't wait." Kelly said, a smile beaming. Basking in the glow of her newfound satisfaction, Kelly's eyes lazily drifted across the room. She took in her surroundings, until her eyes caught the big lens of a home video camera on a tripod, pointed toward the bed. "What's that for?" Chapter 22: Tim finishes watching the video "No, nope, nuh-uh, no way," I said, pacing back and forth across the living room. I was in shock. My upstairs neighbors and longtime family friends Sandy and Don had asked me to house sit for them. I had planned on a pretty quiet night until my best friend Tara had joined me. This led to us accidentally discovering a treasure trove of Sandy and Don's personal, explicit, home sex videos. This wasn't entirely surprising, given what I knew about Sandy and Don's rather adventurous sex life, and the first half of the video we chose to explore lived up to that expectation as it featured Sandy both sucking and cumming on a cock that didn't belong to her husband. It was the second half, however, that caught me so off guard; the part of the video we currently had paused; the part where Sandy took the camera into the bedroom and revealed her best friend bouncing enthusiastically on Don's dick. Her best friend who also just so happened to be my step mother Kelly. "No, I don't, how is this possible? How could she,” I couldn't form a coherent thought. Kelly hadn't been on even a single date since my father died, and was a devout, church-going Christian, to boot. I could not reconcile that the sweaty, smiling woman with Don's thick cock up inside her was Kelly. I just couldn't. "I mean, she's still a woman," Tara said, "everybody's got needs, right?" "This isn't NEEDS, Tara, this is, GROUP Sex!" I practically shouted. "I don't know, Miller," she said, a lusty smile on her face, "I think it's pretty cool, actually. Girl knows what she wants and goes out and gets it." I just stood there, aghast and livid, hands on my hips, shaking my head. Tara began to giggle. "This isn't funny!" I croaked, but all she did was laugh harder. "Trust me," she said, gesturing to my whole situation, "THis is very funny!" The fog momentarily lifted from my brain and I was able to take stock of how ridiculous I looked: I was standing there, fuming, in only socks and a jizz-splattered t-shirt, my soft, spent dick flapping in the wind with every shift or angry outburst I let out. I couldn't help but join Tara's laughter. And then there was Tara. Tara was just as indisposed as I was: hard nipples pressing through her t-shirt, she was bottomless, legs crossed, hiding her cunt from sight. I looked ridiculous, but Tara, she looked hot as hell. It was then that I remembered what had just happened. While watching the first half of the video, my best friend and I had crossed a line. We had shared sexual situations before, even masturbated in front of each other, but there was never any touching. Tonight was different. Tonight she stroked my cock and I fingered her cunt until we both had explosive orgasms. It was all so hot, and so sudden, that I hadn't even considered what this meant for Tara's relationship with Sarah. She had effectively just cheated on her, with me, and despite how amazing the experience had been, to feel her on my fingers, and to feel her fingers on me, the idea that I was part of even more deception just made me feel awful. "This is nuts, this is all so nuts" I said, in reference to everything. I needed to remove myself from the situation. Fast. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna go clean up. Maybe take a shower." "You don't wanna know what happens next?" Tara said in a syrupy tone, her thick, pale thighs sliding along each other in a suggestive way. "I, just can't deal with this right now" I said, playing dumb to her clear double meaning. "You're telling me you DON'T want to see how this ends?" She said, sitting up in disbelief. "Not right now, it's just all too much." It definitely was not a lie. There was a moment of silence between us. We were both clearly running over events in our minds, each trying to figure out where to go next. "Ok, sure," Tara finally said, "you go clean up." Her tone was hard to read, and my stupid teenage brain told me it was better not to try, so I acted as though the matter was settled, and made my way toward the bathroom. The minute I left the room, I heard voices and sounds coming from the tv. Tara was watching the rest of the video. Slipping into the bathroom, I paused just inside the doorway, held my breath, and listened. I could hear giggles, gasps, and long moans coming from multiple people. The loudest and most feminine of them I recognized as coming from my step mother Kelly. I still couldn't believe it. I peeked my head out from the bathroom door, which had a straight line of sight to the living room. Flickering digital light cast shadows throughout the room and highlighted my best friend Tara, entranced by the visuals. Her legs were spread wide, one hand lost between them while the other caressed her own breast. Somehow I pulled myself away and back into the bathroom. I could not wrap my mind around the events of this evening. Part of me did want to see the rest of the video. Part of me wanted to go back and fuck my best friend right there on my neighbor's couch. But right now I just wanted to eject from this entire situation. I needed this shower badly. It was a cold one. After my shower, I put on some clean clothes and rejoined Tara in the living room. The pants she borrowed from Stephanie were back on, and she was curled up watching some non-pornographic tv, a very contented glow about her person. She was satisfied. I'd be lying to say I wasn't sad I missed it. "How was your shower?" She said casually, not looking at me. "It was, good." I had no idea what else to say. I had no idea what I COULD say. I knew what I wanted to know, though. Despite my better judgment, despite my tantrum and my rush out of the room, my curiosity got the better of me. “How was the rest of the video?" Tara's gaze turned to me. She smiled a devilish smile, and rolled her eyes at me. Tara got up with a sigh. Her thighs jiggled deliciously as she sauntered over to me. Stephanie's shorts clung to her ass tightly, and I could see the slight sway of her perfect breasts beneath the large t-shirt. She stopped in front of me, taking a moment to look me over. I had no idea what she was thinking, or where this was going, but before I had time to guess, she leaned over, and gathered up her discarded work clothes. "Oh boy, Miller, You're gonna have to see for yourself." She said with another smile, and kissed me on the forehead. A pat on the side of the cheek followed, and then Tara made her way out of the room, toward the front door. I was completely flabbergasted, but I got the immediate feeling as though I had fucked up. And maybe I had; my best friend and I had been extremely intimate, in a way I think we had both wanted for a long time, and my response was to panic and eject. But I mean, who could blame me? I had just discovered a sex tape featuring my step mom and three other people; it was kind of a lot. And what about Sarah? I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? As if sensing my panic and confusion, Tara stopped at the front door and called back to me. "Let's get lunch this weekend, huh? I think we have a lot to talk about." The low light cast on her from the kitchen threw a deep shadow below the swell of her breast. "Yeah. Sounds good." Tara disappeared into the shadow of the night, and I was left alone with my thoughts as the light of the tv lulled me to an exhausted sleep. The next two days at work, my mind was on anything but my job. I made sure to miss Kelly when I went downstairs to get ready in the morning. I don't know what I would have said to her if anything; the image of her riding Don's cock was still fresh in my mind. Everything I thought I knew about her was false, and I was still processing. I thought about the state of my own love life; between what had happened with Tara, my cum-soaked rendezvous with Christine, and whatever it was that was happening with Kerri, it was anything but normal. Hanging out with my best friend should mean going to the movies and listening to music, not jerking each other off watching stolen homemade porno, shouldn't it? Spending time with the pastor's daughter should mean milkshakes and fun, chaste conversation, not cumming on her face while she masturbated and told me stories about fucking her ex-boyfriend, shouldn't it? Helping my friend's girlfriend with their relationship should mean giving advice and talking, not receiving photos of her cum-splattered body and watching them fuck so she can get off, shouldn't it? I had conflicting feelings about all of it, but the truth was, it was not because of the acts themselves, but because I was really enjoying myself. I was having the time of my life doing these lewd, taboo things, and a part of me felt bad about that. Lewd, taboo things like group sex with your friend and her husband. The disc was still in the player, just waiting for me to watch the rest. I had two more nights to myself in that apartment, and I wasn't sure my curiosity would leave me alone. "Tim, could I have a moment," my boss Letty said from behind, snapping me out of my daydream. I nodded, and followed her into her office. Office was probably too generous a term for the tight corner room she worked out of, but there was a desk and a lamp, and she made it work. It was also spotless. Perfectly neat, with every element in its exact perfect place. "Sit down," she said, leaning slightly on her desk. It was the most relaxed I had ever seen her. I plopped down in the chair in front of her. For the first time ever, I looked at Letty and realized how attractive she was. Behind her big glasses and buttoned up exterior was a good looking girl, and if her body was anything like her office, everything was tight, tidy, and firm. I wondered if she ever had an orgasm. "Tim, I think we're going to have to let you go." Letty said the words with little emotion, but they hit me like a hammer. "What? Why? I mean, have I; " I scrambled for anything to grasp on to, but she cut me off. "Your work just isn't getting any better, and your attention is constantly drifting. I've got two other people on your shift working extra hard to pick up your slack, and that's not fair to them, to me, or to this company." I hung my head. I knew she was right; my mind had been on pretty much everything But work, and I finally hit the wall. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're right. I've got, a lot going on at the moment, and I've been letting it distract me." "I know you've got a lot on your mind," she said, softening only just, "I remember what it was like being your age." Letty was only in her mid-twenties, but I couldn't for a second imagine this woman as a hormone-fueled teen. I bet while the other teens were out partying, Letty was home tucking in bedsheets and making sure all the pencils were equally sharp. "But part of getting older is learning control, and how to handle all the things life throws at you." "I know," I said softly, "You're right, you're right, I just, I can't lose this job. If you could give me a second chance, I could,” I trailed off, not knowing the answer. "I've given you a lot of chances, Tim," she said, crossing her arms. "I know, I know, but I promise, this time I'll be better. Seriously." I pleaded. There was silence as Letty considered my groveling. "Ok, listen," she began, taking in a deep breath, "I'm gonna give you another chance, but you need to prove to me you can do what I need you to do, ok?" "Yes, definitely, anything!" I practically shouted. "I know you're off tomorrow, but what I need you to do is come by after closing so we can go over some things, ok?" She looked sternly at me over the tops of her glasses. "But it's Friday ni; " I began before being cut off "Sacrifices have to be made, Tim. Priorities. Now are you going to take this job seriously or not?" I deflated, defeated. "Yeah, I am. Tomorrow, after closing. Got it." "Good," she said, moving past me to the other side of her desk, "now go finish your shift." She didn't look at me again as I got up and slowly exited the office. I took a moment outside the doorway, and lamented the loss of my Friday night. "That didn't sound great," I heard Gina say from beside me. I turned to see her grinning a sly, shit eating grin. "Nope, it wasn't," I said flatly. "She was going to fire me." "Was?" Gina purred. "I got a second chance. I'm coming in tomorrow after closing for some sort of retraining." "I see," Gina said, her lips pulling into a smile once again, "well good luck, Tim, I hear she's pretty, strict. I hope I see you Monday!" She winked at me and walked off. "If you're still in one piece, that is." One piece? What was she getting at? I couldn't worry about it right then, I had to put in actual effort for the rest of my shift. I focused on work, which was actually a nice distraction from everything else, and rounded out my time. As I was leaving I saw Gina waiting by the door again, but once again I couldn't see who she was waiting for. She had changed her pants before leaving though, and was now sporting some short shorts and fine fishnet tights. Wherever she was going, I don't think it was home. Back at Sandy and Don's I had dinner, a much needed shower, and plopped down on the couch to watch some tv. The same couch I had been on the night before when Tara and I had watched the video. The video that was still in the player. I thought about the basket we found the disc in. It was one of many. It seemed like group sex, or at least videoed sex, was a past time Sandy and Don engaged in quite frequently. I wondered who else was on the videos. I wondered how many Kelly was in. How long had she been doing it? Did she do it when dad was alive? Did he know? Did he ever, My phone buzzed. It was an email alert. It was from "Just4theWatcherxoxo". My cock started to swell as I opened it. I hadn't heard from Kerri in a few days, not since I had boldly asked her what I could do for her in return for the hot, dirty photos she had been sending me. Photos of her body splattered in her boyfriend's cum. I worried I had pushed it too far, and maybe she was backing off a bit. She was sending lewd photos to her boyfriend's friend, after all, which is generally a huge no no. She didn't seem to feel bad about it, though, and neither did I. I didn't quite know why. I felt bad about Tara cheating on Sarah, but not about Kerri and I doing, whatever it was we were doing. Maybe this was it, maybe this was her coming to her senses and breaking the whole thing off. I tentatively opened the email. "Hey there," it began, innocently enough, "I'm sorry I haven't been in contact in a bit. I've been thinking a lot about what you asked last time." Here it was, I thought, this was it. "And I think I know what I want in return." My cock surged. I wasn't expecting that. "I've never cum as hard as I have when you watched us fuck, and I want that again. I want you to watch us fuck." The throb in my shorts signaled my excitement, but I had no idea how we were going to pull that off again. The last time was a right place right time situation, and would be hard to recreate. "I know it's asking a lot, and I know it'll be hard to pull off, but I've got an idea. If you're in, message me back and I'll tell you the plan, and the catch." I was very intrigued, but the last line made sure the hook was in deep: "Meanwhile, enjoy these pictures ;)" There were three files attached to the email, all numbered with the file heading "Just 4 you." I felt my throat get slightly dry, and my pants get tighter. I opened the first one: It was a full body nude, shot in an artistically clever way to keep her face out of the image. On her knees on a bed she posed seductively in front of a bright backlight that threw her whole body into shadow. It might have obscured her face, but it accented the languid curves of her body perfectly. Her thick, beautiful breasts stuck out large and perky from her chest, nipples at full attention. Her arms plunged down between her legs, pushing those gorgeous globes together slightly, presenting them to the camera, and allowing a slight glimmer of highlight to catch the tops. The swoop of her back cascaded down into the lovely swell of her ass. I thought about touching it. About squeezing it. About bending her over. Catching my breath, I opened picture two: A mirror shot, showing off that lovely curve of her back and rear, but this time in full light, and this time with a specific purpose. It wasn't just her curves she was showing off; this time there was a bright red patch on one cheek in the vague shape of a hand print. And on top of that mark, spreading over her ass and up her back, were four, distinct, thick splatters of cum. My hand shot right down into my pants, fished out my cock and started stroking when I saw that photo. My mind ran wild with visions of Kerri on all fours, her boyfriend Mike slapping her ass while he fucked her. I thought about the sounds and moans she must have made as he sank into her over and over, accenting his thrusts with a firm swat of her cheeks. I thought about her tight cunt milking his cock so well until finally he pulled out of her and erupted all over her body in orgasm. I was jealous. Quickly opening the third picture, my cock flexed between my fingers: this shot was a look between her spread legs, directly at her cunt. Her lips were wide and creamy, flushed red, above them, pooling on her lower belly and pubic bone was more fresh semen. This wasn't just Kerri's cunt, it was Kerri's cunt after it had been fucked. Once again I pictured her, this time on her back, legs bent up, Mike's cock pistoning in and out of her until he had had enough and shot his load onto her smooth belly. I was transfixed. There was no escaping now. I immediately wrote back "I'm in." and hit send. I cycled through the pictures again as I massaged my dick, but Kerri wrote me a reply before I could even make it all the way through. "Yay!" It said with a smiley face next to it. "So what we're going to do is, this Saturday, at 9 pm, you're going to click this link." There was a jumbled collection of numbers and letters that were highlighted as a web address. "That's going to take you to a place where you can watch the live feed of the webcam in my bedroom." This just got interesting. "Once you're set up, you'll text me a thumbs up, and shortly after that you'll get a little show put on by the two of us, and hopefully knowing that you're watching us, even over the internet, will be enough to get me off. Sound good?" It sounded suspect, but I was too charged up by hormones to make a rational decision. "Sure, let's do it," I wrote, and then remembered the other part of Kerri's first email, adding "what's the catch?" I sent it. Maybe a minute later her reply came through: "The catch is, I want you to cum this time, and I want to see it." This was getting VERY interesting. "I want you to take a video of the moment you shoot off while watching us fuck." I was not expecting this. Kerri was blasting right through all sorts of boundaries now, and I wasn't sure I wanted to go there with her. "Just in case you need some convincing, I've attached a sample of what you'll get as a thank you." I saw the attachment. Another numbered photo with the "Just 4 you" title. I clicked it with bated breath. Popping up on my phone was a cropped close up of Kerri's dark, almond-shaped eyes, painted with alluring makeup, staring directly into the camera. This wasn't a particularly scandalous photo, or at least it wouldn't have been, were it not for the viscous, white streak lashing the bridge of her nose, up between her eyes, and across her forehead. I audibly groaned. She had only minutes before sent me a close up photo of her freshly stretched cunt frosted with jizz, yet it was this tease at the prospect of seeing her cum-covered face that sent me into overdrive. All thoughts of boundaries vanished, and I clumsily wrote back the reply of "You're so fucking dirty. Let's do it." "Great!" her reply came shortly, followed by "see you (all of you) Saturday. I can't wait" and a winky face. My hard cock wanted me to keep this email chain going, to push further, but I didn't want to press my luck. I had plenty of material to make it through the orgasm I was building toward, and didn't need to go over the top. Or at least that's what I thought, right before my phone died. I had left my charging cord downstairs, and I was not about to traipse down there with a raging hard on. I idly stroked my cock as I pondered what to do next. I tossed my phone to the side in frustration. It landed on the couch with an audible click, the sound of plastic on plastic. I looked over, and saw my phone lying next to the dvd player remote control. The disc was still in there. The video of Sandy getting fucked by the mysterious "John." , the video of my step mother Kelly riding on Don's cock. When I fired up the disc, I told myself it was only to rewatch the first half with Sandy, just to get me over the edge, but as the video started I couldn't stop thinking about that mysterious second half. Tara had watched it, had cum to it, and her response when I asked her how it was rang in my ears, ping ponging around my hormone-soaked brain: "Oh boy, Miller, you're gonna have to see for yourself." I found myself fast forwarding through the highlights of the Sandy section; sucking John's cock, fucking him with her tits, the sound of his thighs slapping her ass as he fucked her from behind; but when it got to the moment that Sandy would orgasm, I put the remote down and let it play. Watching my upstairs neighbor's thick, heavy tits jiggle and sway as her body spasmed around her lover's cock sent electric shocks of pleasure through my body. Given the other intense activities happening with Tara the previous night, I didn't quite take in what I was actually witnessing. I had known this woman for years; I had spent time with her; I had fucked her daughter, I had watched her face get painted in another lover's semen. Now here I was watching her experience ultimate pleasure. The contortions and contractions on her face alone should have been enough to put me over the edge, but still I only idly stroked myself as I watched. "Oh boy, Miller, you're gonna have to see for yourself." What if I didn't shut it off? What if I just let it play? Sandy giggled and playfully warned John he still had work to do, just like she had the other night. She led him to the bedroom. Those moans and breaths began to fill my ears again. Sandy pushed the door open: "What do you think, are you ready for him Kel?" The camera panned to reveal Kelly, my step mother, smiling breathlessly at her best friend while riding Don's hard cock. This time I didn't stop the video. My cock was like iron. "She better be, because this girl is liable to wear me out!" Don laughed, grabbing Kelly's bouncing ass hard before smacking it. Kelly leaned backward, joining in his laughter, putting her whole body on display for John's camera. She smiled a smile I had never seen from her before; a lusty smile; and began gyrating her hips, grinding herself on Don's dick. She was captivating. Her curves were smooth, and in all the right places. Her breasts were practically perfect. Though no longer the thin, drum-tight body of a 19 year old, she still had youthful spring to her figure. This was the body of a woman. A sexy, hot, woman. Sandy climbed on the bed, straddling her husband's legs, and pressed up close to Kelly's back. Kissing her neck, she reached around and grabbed both of Kelly's breasts and squeezed. Kelly moaned and gasped. Sandy whispered inaudible secrets into her best friend's ear as she pinched her nipples. This made Kelly gasp again, and her hips ground on Don a little bit faster. John worked the camera, circling around the three, giving me all angles as one of Sandy's hands drifted down to Kelly's crotch, and the other down her back between the two friends. Kelly moaned again, and Don with her this time. John whipped around to Don's point of view and it was clear that Sandy was rubbing Kelly's clit. "You like my husband's cock in you, baby?" Sandy whispered loud enough for the camera to pick up. Kelly gasped and nodded, her eyes shut tight in a pleasurable grimace, her mouth hung open in a big "O." "I wanna hear you say it, baby," Sandy said with a devilish grin. "I love it!" Kelly eked out. "Love what?" "I love your husband's cock in my cunt!" I gasped myself this time; I had never heard anything like that come out of Kelly's mouth. As shocking as that was, however, the next thing she said was even more so: "and I love your fingers in my ass!" I couldn't believe it. My church-going saint of a step-mother had a cock in her cunt and her best friend's fingers in her ass, and she was loving it, and I was jerking off to it. "Yeah, I know you do, baby," Sandy cooed, "are you ready?" Kelly gasped out a weak "yes!" Sandy smiled and kissed her friend deep on the lips, and then instructed John to stand up on the bed, bringing his cock face-level with Kelly. I gasped and shuddered as I watched the woman who used to help me with my math homework smile another lusty smile, wet her lips, lean forward, and take John's considerable length into her mouth. All while still grinding on Don's cock. I felt awful, but I couldn't look away. It was all incredibly hot, and I was unfathomably turned on. At this point Sandy took over filming duties, and made sure to get every angle of the smutty scene playing out before her. Kelly sank Don's cock into her cunt while she suckled John back to full hardness, all with Sandy cheering her on. Then, pulling off John's manhood with a quiet slurp, holding him still by the base to steady herself, Kelly looked up at John and gave him a big nod. "Oh yeah, here comes the main event!" Sandy said excitedly. John stepped down off the bed, hard cock bobbing as he moved, and worked his way over behind Kelly. Kelly leaned down, dangling her tits in front of Don's face. He took the opportunity to suck one nipple into his mouth, grab her ass with both hands, and drive his dick up into her cunt hard and fast. Kelly moaned, loud and rhythmically in time with each thrust, and Sandy was right there to catch all of it. She pushed in close to the action, cooed her own "oh yeah," as she filmed her husband's slick cock pistoning into her best friend. There was a thick, creamy ring forming around the base of Don's cock; Kelly was clearly enjoying it. I was intensely edging myself now. My cock was screaming for release, but I had to see what happened next. I had to see it for myself. Don slowed his thrusts, and while Kelly was still gasping from the sensation, John came back into frame, sidling himself right up to my step mom's writhing backside. His cock was hard, and glistening with lube. "Oh my God," I said aloud, pausing my stroking completely. Sandy moved over onto the bed, sitting next to her slowly thrusting husband. Her point of view was her best friend's gasping face, mussed up hair, the heart of her ass raised up. John's hard cock crested up between her cheeks a few times before he grabbed her to steady himself. "Oh yeah, baby," Sandy said, grasping Kelly's hand in hers. "Oh my God." I said again. John repositioned his cock out of view, but Kelly's moans told me exactly where it was. "Oh yeah, yeah,” she moaned, gyrating her hips in passion, "I need it, please, " "Oh my God," I said, this time almost in unison with Kelly. Her eyes went wide with surprise as John began to push, and I sat there in amazed, horny shock as I watched my step mother get double penetrated by two well-hung men. They all took a moment to process the act, laughing, giggling, and gasping in disbelief and pleasure. Then John and Don each began to thrust. Kelly's body lit up, and her moans came fast and loud and I saw the intense sensation of having two men inside her at once course through her body. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and furthermore I couldn't believe how fucking hot it was. It was something extremely taboo, something epically private, and it only made it hotter. I should have felt shame at watching my step mother getting fucked by two men, but for the first time in my life, I didn't see my step mother, I saw Kelly, a real, human woman. I saw a gorgeous, sexy woman with needs and desires exploring herself and seeking out pleasure. It was the look on her face, however, that started my hand stroking my cock once again. There, with a cock in her ass, and another in her cunt, each thrusting away, Kelly had a look of pure excitement and joy on her face. She was loving it. I stroked myself hard and fast now, along with the three grunting, fucking bodies on the screen. Soon the breaths got more ragged, the moans louder, and Kelly began to shudder and shake. She was going to cum. My step mother Kelly had two cocks in her, and they were about to make her cum. There was a chorus of "Yes" leaping out of Kelly's body like a mantra, and then suddenly her body shot upward, her head whipped back, and she exploded in orgasm. Not missing a beat, John grabbed her hair and pulled, fucking her harder, and that seemed to only intensify Kelly's pleasure. This scene caused a chain reaction, and Kelly's body became the center of the orgasmic universe as Don shuddered, shook, and loudly announced his own orgasm as he pumped my step mother full of his cum. I saw Kelly smile, and then only a few pumps later, John began to groan as well. His thrusting became erratic, and he momentarily lost focus, causing his cock to slip all the way out of Kelly's ass, cresting upward between her cheeks on the next thrust. This sudden emptiness led Kelly to look back over her shoulder just in time for John's cock to erupt. Kelly and Sandy both yelped excitedly as thick white cum leapt out of John's cock like bullets, peppering the side of Kelly's face, and even reaching Sandy's stomach, before the other streams slathered Kelly's back and ass in an impressive display. They all laughed, and Kelly turned back toward the camera, John's fresh cum on her cheek accenting the beaming, satisfied smile on her face. It was this sight, of Kelly, covered in love, fully satisfied in her carnal activities that set me off, and for the second time in two nights my balls burst and soiled my shirt with my own pleasure. I began to wind down, still not fully comprehending what I had just watched and experienced. On the screen the four lovers took stock themselves, with Sandy being sure to get every angle of Kelly's splattered body before the three fell to the bed, spent and exhausted. "How do you feel, Kell?" Sandy asked, pointing the camera down at her best friend, tucked tight between these two men. "Amazing," Kelly responded, and gave a final, satisfied smile and wave to the camera before the video shut off. I sat there in silence, bewildered, wet with my own cum. I knew now why Tara had given me such an excited, knowing look when I asked her about the video. It was amazing; KELLY was amazing. She was experiencing acts and sensations that were by no means normal or proper, and there wasn't a hint of embarrassment or shame about her in any way. She was enjoying herself, and proudly owning it. Tara was right; I did need to see it for myself. Chapter 23: Tim gets some after-work training Breakfast was interesting. I had the day off, at least until I met up with my boss after closing, so I was in no rush when I went downstairs into my own family's apartment to start my day. I did my best not to make any noise, but my step mom Kelly was already up and in the process of making breakfast. "Oh, hi, honey," she said in a flustered tone, with a big, surprised smile, "don't you have work?" That smile. I had seen that smile in a whole different context the night before, watching one of Sandy and Don's secret sex videos. This one in particular just happened to feature my step mother Kelly taking two cocks at the same time and loving it. Despite the massive load I shot jerking off to it, I was still processing what I saw. Who I saw. "Day off" was all I could muster. She smiled a nervous smile again and went back to her cooking. I hadn't ever noticed her body, or thought of her as a sexual creature before (I mean she was my step-mom, after all), but after watching that video, it was all I could think about. Sweatpants and an oversized pajama shirt may have been her choice of attire this morning, but I knew what was underneath it. "Do you, uh, would you like something to eat?" She said, with an unusually shaky lilt to her voice. "Uh, sure,” I said slowly. She nervously kept brushing some strands of fallen hair back over her ear. Something was up. "Great, no problem," she said as she started to dart around the kitchen, looking for things, but never seeming to find them. "Let me just, uh, " She was distracted. I looked around the kitchen searching for something out of order, something to tip me off as to why she was acting so weird, when my eyes fell on the kitchen table. There were already two place settings out. "Is Alexa home?" I asked, trying to mask my suspicious tone. "Nope, she stayed with a friend last night." She pushed the strands over her ear again. "Why?" Before I could follow up, another voice came from the hallway. A man's voice. "Umm, that smells so good, babe!" I saw Kelly scrunch her face up in an embarrassed, "busted" expression, and looked over to the hall to see Brian, freshly showered, walking in to join us. "Oh, I,” he timidly offered as he saw the situation. He and Kelly shared a nervous look, and then he turned back to me. "Hey, Tim, how's it going?" He awkwardly offered his hand out and I shook it. It was impossible not to wonder where that hand had been the night before. Or even this morning. "Maybe um; " Kelly began, but Brian quickly took the hint. "Yeah, you know, I forgot, I gotta get going." Kelly and he shared another awkward look, he told her he'd call her later, and then he slunk out the front door. Eyebrows raised I turned toward my step mom and watched her begin to turn a deep shade of red. "So!" I said, sitting down at the table, "Whatchya cooking?" Later, in the shower, I couldn't stop thinking about the conversation Kelly and I shared over breakfast. She did her best to awkwardly explain the situation, but I assured her it was fine. "I really didn't want you to find out like this," she had said, "I know you knew we were seeing each other, but, " But she didn't want me to know she was fucking him. She wanted the chaste illusion she had painted for me for so many years to remain intact. Well, that was long gone, that's for sure. "I just, I didn't want you to think it meant I had forgotten about your father, or that I love him any less. Because I still love him very much Tim, and I still love you very much too. I didn't want you to think less of me." Imagine me thinking less of this saint of a woman just because she wanted to get laid. If anything I understood her more than she would know; my cock was basically driving the ship at this point in my life, and making my day to day very complex. "I would never, Kel," I said, taking her hand,” I know that dad would want you to be happy. And that's what I want too." "Thanks, Tim, that means a lot," she said, and kissed my hand. Kissed my hand with lips that no doubt were wrapped around Brian's cock last night. Replaying the conversation as I showered, my mind couldn't help but wander. Had he cum in her mouth? Did she swallow? Did she take him in her ass as well? It was a strange feeling; I didn't want to fuck her, at least I didn't think I did, but I had a really hard time not thinking about her GETTING fucked. I felt my cock start to swell, and quickly did my best to shake the thoughts, but the best I could do was turn them to Brian. What must it be like to fuck both a mother and her daughter? There was a disc labeled "BRIAN" in Sandy and Don's basket of home movies; was Kelly on that one too? I thought maybe I should check when I got back from training that night. I shook off these thoughts, and finished my shower, balls still full. Kelly had suggested we go shopping for some college dorm stuff together on my day off, probably as a way to make up for what I had walked into this morning, and I didn't think I'd be able to look her in the eye if I had only minutes before pleasured myself to the thought of her writhing on a hard cock. Toweling off I turned my head toward the window out of habit, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sarah through her bedroom window. What I was met with, however, stopped my toweling completely, as freshly hung curtains on her window now blocked any line of sight I had into her room. I paused, worried for a moment, but then chalked it up to something that was bound to happen eventually. But even still, as I got dressed and headed out with Kelly, something about it didn't sit right with me. Walking around the store with Kelly, I thought it might have been difficult to keep my mind off of her sexual exploits past and present, but I had some history with the store we ended up in, and that took up the lion share of my mind. We were in the store Christine worked in; the very store where she clandestinely led me to the changing rooms and sucked my cock until I came on her face. It was a nice memory, one I replayed in my mind while Kelly was a few aisles away looking at towels. "Hey, I know you!" I heard from behind me, breaking me out of my day dream. Turning toward the sound I was greeted by the big, beaming smile of Talia, the voluptuous Korean girl I had met at Christine's pool party. I had been taken by her outgoing nature (not to mention the sway and jiggle of her considerable breasts and ass), and the evening ended with us exchanging online contact info which I had not as of yet followed up on. A lot had happened since then, and it wasn't exactly at the front of my mind. "Oh hey!" I said, matching her bright energy, "how's it going'?" "It's good, I'd rather be out by the pool again though," she said with a kick of her hips. I could tell it was the truth. She wore a tight, zip up hoodie that held her breasts in a way to make me wonder if she had anything else on under it, and extremely short shorts that hugged her beautiful ass like a child hugs a teddy bear. Her thick legs extended down to painted toes in flip flops. Clearly this girl wanted to enjoy the sun, probably in as little clothing as polite society allowed. "Yeah that was fun," I said casually, "hopefully Christine throws another party soon." "Aw, what do we need her for?" Talia said with a suggestive smile, "I'm not enough company for you?" I chuckled nervously, then tried to change the subject by asking what she was shopping for. That Cheshire grin just came back as she held up a black, lacy push up bra and what I have to assume was the world's smallest bikini. "Wanna help me try them on?" She said with a wink, nodding her head toward the changing rooms. Did she know what had gone on in those changing rooms? Was she serious? Or was she just being cheeky? I chuckled nervously again, not knowing how to respond. My blushing face only made her bolder; if only she knew why I was blushing, "Listen," she said, taking a step toward me, "don't think I haven't noticed you never messaged me" she began. I tried to make an excuse, but she cut me off. "It's fine, I get it. I know how guys get when they set their sights on "Pristine Christine," but I gotta tell you, you're barking up the wrong tree, boy." I scrunched my face up in confusion at the nickname. She took another step towards me and her finger idly played with the string of her hoodie. "Wouldn't you rather set your sights on someone who might actually Show you something?" I was momentarily frozen for a few reasons. Namely because Talia was confirming my suspicions beyond just Christine that the church kids were all horny little fucks, and secondly because she clearly had no idea of Christine's true nature. To Talia, "Pristine Christine" was just the perfect little pastor's daughter, the paragon of virtue, not the erotically-charged cum fiend I had so wonderfully been experiencing as of late. "Gimme your phone," she said, reaching for my pocket. I didn't stop her. She typed her number into my phone, then sent herself a text message. "There," she said, handing it back, "now you have no excuse. Gimme a ring sometime and maybe we can find ourselves a pool, or a Jacuzzi, " She popped the phone back into my hands, gave me a final smile and wink, turned and padded off. Her ass swayed delightfully beneath her tight shorts, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would look like while I fucked her from behind. Good God these church girls were something else. "So are you looking forward to the church camping trip?" Kelly asked me as we waited in the checkout line. The camping trip; God, there had been so much going on recently that I almost forgot about it. It would be the last activity I would do in our church's youth group before aging out and heading off to college to start my life. If you had asked me a year ago if I was excited I'd give a halfhearted reply, but now the thought of three days in the woods with Christine and her raging libido sent some bulk to my dick. "Actually yeah," I said with an involuntary smirk that I tried my best to hide. "Yeah, it sounds like a good time. Are you excited to spend time with Christine?" I felt my face flush immediately at the unexpected question. "I, uh,” I stumbled, “what do you mean?" "Oh come on, Tim," she said with her own smirk, "you've been spending a lot of time with her lately; I know exactly what's going on with you two." I flushed again. There was no way she could; "You've got a crush on her, don't you?" she said with a motherly lilt. I suddenly let out the breath I didn't know I had been holding, and instantly relaxed. I hadn't been savvy enough to dodge the speculations completely, but thankfully Kelly only had the most virtuous assumptions about my time spent with Christine. She had no clue about the wet, sticky truth. But even so, I considered her question. Christine and I were good friends who had recently added a new, exciting layer of intimacy to our relationship, but despite all the physical exploits we shared, I had never fully considered my actual feelings for her. "Yeah," I said slowly, coming to realize the truth of the situation, "I think maybe I do." "How does she feel about you?" Kelly said, eyebrows raised Visions of Christine covered in my cum, her cunt wet and spasming for me flashed through my mind. "You know, I don't really know." It was true. We had never talked about it. We had our arrangement, but was I just a piece of trustworthy meat to her, or did she actually have feelings for me she wasn't ready to admit to? "Do you think I should ask her?" "Honestly I don't know, honey," Kelly said, her response surprising me, "you're both going to different schools in the fall, and, it might not be worth the heartache." She had a faraway look in her eye, as though she spoke from some lived experience. "The butterflies you get from puppy love and a good crush is fantastic, don't get me wrong, all I'm saying is you might want to leave it at that with her." She had a point. Christine and I both knew when and where this was going to end. Was there any point to thinking any differently? "I'd say for now enjoy your time together. Make good memories for the summer, but leav

(International Retreat - The First Stage of Enlightenment) - Understanding & Experiencing the Jhānas: The Light Bulb is Flickering International Meditation & Buddhist Study Retreat - Developing a Life Practice to Attain The First Stage of Enlightenment at Wat Tung Yu in Chiang Mai, Thailand Learn more: https://www.buddhadailywisdom.com/chiangmai-meditation-retreat1 --------- Understanding & Experiencing the Jhānas: The Light Bulb is Flickering The Jhānas are preliminary phases the mind goes through as it is nearing closer to the first Stage of Enlightenment providing an indication that your life practice is starting to come together. Every Practitioner who progresses to Enlightenment will need to progress through the Jhānas. But, how do you attain the Jhānas and move into the first Stage of Enlightenment? David will help you to understand what the Jhānas are and how to attain them and, know when you have attained them so that you can continue your journey through the Jhānas and to Enlightenment. ---------- Group Learning Program - LIVE Interactive Online Classes, Book, Audiobook, Videos, Podcast and Personal Guidance ⁠https://bit.ly/GroupLearningProgram⁠ The Words of The Buddha - Pali Canon Study Group ⁠https://bit.ly/PaliCanonStudyGroup These Teachings are offered openly and freely to everyone who is interested to learn and practice Gotama Buddha's Teachings. ---------- David Roylance is a dedicated Practitioner and Teacher of Gotama Buddha's Teachings who has been part of the Thai community since 2001. He visited Thailand for the first time in 2002 and brought the Traditional Thai Healing Arts back to the United States of America to share with people in the Western World. His Traditional Thai Healing Arts centers, located in the Washington DC area, provided traditional Thai healing arts to clients and educational opportunities to Students to explore the Thai healing arts, Thai culture, and The Teachings of Gotama Buddha. David is a published author with books on the topics of Traditional Thai Healing Arts and The Path That Leads to Enlightenment. David has taught Gotama Buddha's Teachings since 2005 in the United States of America. In 2015, he closed his businesses and relocated to Chiang Mai, Thailand to be closer to the Thai culture and the Thai Community of Buddhist Practitioners. David shares Gotama Buddha's Teachings with Household Practitioners and Ordained Practitioners in Chiang Mai, Thailand and around the world through courses, retreats, and special events providing guidance to help people attain Enlightenment - a peaceful, calm, serene, and content mind with joy. ——-Daily Wisdom - Walking The Path with The BuddhaDedicated to the education of Gotama Buddha's Teachings to attain Enlightenment. https://www.BuddhaDailyWisdom.com (See our website for online learning, courses, and retreats.) Group Learning Program - LIVE Interactive Online Classes, Book, Audiobook, Videos, Podcast and Personal Guidancehttps://bit.ly/GroupLearningProgram |The Words of The Buddha - Pali Canon in English Study Grouphttps://bit.ly/PaliCanonStudyGroup FREE Book - Developing a Life Practice: The Path That Leads to Enlightenmenthttps://www.buddhadailywisdom.com/freebuddhabooks Facebook: https://bit.ly/DailyWisdom-FacebookYouTube: https://bit.ly/DailyWisdom-YoutubePodcast: https://bit.ly/DailyWisdom-Podcast Support our efforts to share The Teachings of Gotama Buddha with you and worldwide for all people using this link.https://www.buddhadailywisdom.com/supportbuddha

Paranormal beings present themselves in interesting ways in our human environment. Linda shares three experiences she has had over the years through her work as an energy healer and also personal experiences. Linda also shares what it is like to be any energy worker with an awareness of the darkness around us: the duality of existence.STORY TIMESTAMPS:12:09 The chef with a dark attachment14:24 The basement light flickering spirit16:50 The ancient mummy by my bedLINDA'S CONTACT DETAILS:WEBSITE:  https://thoughtchange.com/PODCAST: Exploring the mystical side of lifeINSTAGRAM:  https://www.instagram.com/exploringthemysticalsideoflife/FACEBOOK:  https://www.facebook.com/linda.lang.thoughtchange/LINKEDIN:  https://www.linkedin.com/in/thoughtchange/?originalSubdomain=caTRANSCRIPT AVAILABLE AT:https://perfectlyparanormal.buzzsprout.com/2126749Click on the link above, choose your episode & click on transcript , enjoy :)LIKE THIS EPISODE? Follow and leave a review on Apple Podcasthttps://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/perfectly-paranormal/id1669474568SHARE YOUR STORY: If you wish to share your paranormal stories for others to enjoy, email spiritualbeing44@gmail.comAnd your stories will be included in my podcast, anonymously or with your name, or a pseudonym... your choice :)HOUSE CLEANSING:For information on paranormal house clearing, visit my website:https://www.spiritualbe-ing.com.au/services/house-healing/MORE PARANORMAL INFORMATIONYoutube Channel: Anna Schmidt Paranormal Specialisthttps://www.youtube.com/@paranormalspecialistMY BOOK - THE DARKNESS AROUND USA definitive guide to understanding dark beings - Why they are here, signs & symptoms, attachment methods, and much more... Available on Amazon.com.au - type in -The Darknes...

There is a mysterious camera in your brain that will click and capture a poignant scene from time to time. You know what I'm talking about: random moments that you can vividly recall, but you're not sure why.My awareness of that camera has been heightened and brightened in recent days as I feel a chapter of my life coming to an end and a new chapter about to begin.I've sure you have felt what I'm talking about.Phil Johnson explained these uneasy times of transition 40 years ago when I was in the middle of one. He said, “Roy, you're in an elevator and the door is closed and that's always an unsettling time. You're not sure whether the elevator is taking you up to a higher floor, or down to a lower one. You know only that when that elevator door opens, everything is going to be different.”*Click* went the camera in my brain.Then he looked encouragement into my eyes as he said, “Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.” As we began walking toward our cars, he finished by saying, “Marcus Aurelius wrote that note to us 175 years after Jesus was born.”*Click*Phil Johnson passed away in 2019, just 5 days before his 97th birthday. You will find the last words he spoke to me emblazoned across the 12-foot-high bookcases that hold the thousands of books he left to me in his will. “You acquire an education by study, hard work and persistence. But you absorb culture by viewing great art, listening to great music and reading great books.”The moment that heightened and brightened my awareness of the elevator I'm in was a 521-word text sent to me by Pennie's sister, Pam. That text contained the complete lyrics of Billy Joel's song, “We Didn't Start the Fire.” Nothing else.If you have been reading these Monday Morning Memos for any length of time during the 29 years and 9 months that I've been writing them, you won't be at all surprised that Indy Beagle and I sprang into hot pursuit of the liquid-fast rabbit that leaped out from Pam's mysterious text.To those of you who are new to rabbit chasing, the objective is not to catch the rabbit, but only to let it lead you to places you might never have otherwise discovered. Uptight people will say that Indy and I are wasting time. But those people will never meet Calvin and Hobbes.When Indy and I lost sight of the liquid-fast rabbit, an unsettled teenager said to Billy Joel, “It's crazy to be my age. You didn't have this kind of stuff going on when you were growing up. Nothing really happened back then.”Billy went home that day and listed more than 100 major worldwide events that occurred between the day of this birth in May, 1949, and the day of that teenager's visit in 1989. “We Didn't Start the Fire” was a birthday gift Billy Joel gave to himself on his 40th birthday in 1989.If you click the image of Indy Beagle at the top of this page, you will be transported to a secret page featuring two different YouTube videos of “We Didn't Start the Fire.” Each of those videos will show you the more-than-100 different people and events that Billy Joel is singing about 35 years ago.And now you know why we call those hidden pages, “The Rabbit Hole.”Indy said to tell you “Aroo.”I'll tell him you said “Aroo,” too.Roy H. WilliamsSeven-hundred-thousand Americans per year submit a trademark application, but Andre Mincov says that number is far less than it should be. Prior to beginning his global consultancy specializing in trademarks, Andre worked at a law firm helping companies like Apple, Microsoft, Sun, and Dell file and defend their trademarks. Today Andre rescues small and mid-size companies that failed to file formal trademarks, or that forgot to file them for all their brands. Listen and learn as Andre explains the most common trademark...

Step inside the whirlwind world of teenage drama and tech talk with us, Anthony and Dakota, as we unravel the legacy of the cult classic "Mean Girls." Grab your Burn Book and sit with us at the podcast table as we contrast the original film with its new rendition and even tip our hats to the sequel that's often left in the shadows. But it's not all pink on Wednesdays; we weigh in on the "Palworld" game controversy, daring to compare it to fan favorites like "Pokémon" and "Genshin Impact."Flickering screens aren't the only things getting an upgrade; I share my exhilarating leap to fiber-optic internet, transforming my digital universe faster than you can say "fetch."We close the curtains with a heartfelt ode to those iconic movie characters who leap from script to screen, capturing our hearts across multiple adaptations. Anthony is also spilling the beans on his ambitious PC build plan, chasing the dream of a seamless gaming and streaming paradise. From movie high school queens to  dreaming  of our own PC rigs, join us for a vibrant mix of silver screen banter and personal tech dreams.Twitter handles:Project Geekology: https://twitter.com/pgeekologyAnthony's Twitter: https://twitter.com/odysseyswowDakota's Twitter: https://twitter.com/geekritique_dakInstagram:https://instagram.com/projectgeekology?igshid=1v0sits7ipq9yGeekritique (Dakota):https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBwciIqOoHwIx_uXtYTSEbATwitch (Anthony):https://www.twitch.tv/odysseywowMusic:Eric Godlow Beats: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRpkcYps82PdSo0tK5rEIPA

Rev Ewen Matheson Sermon from Cross Free Church of Scotland in Ness freely available to listen to and download. Date: 07/01/2024 Day/Time: Sunday 6pm Preacher: Rev Ewen Matheson Title: To The Flickering Reading(s): Isaiah 40 v 1 – 31 & Matthew 5 v 1- 21 Text: Matthew 12 v 20 Psalm:  18 v 28-32 Sing Psalms     … Continue reading To The Flickering

Rev Ewen Matheson Sermon from Cross Free Church of Scotland in Ness freely available to listen to and download. Date: 07/01/2024 Day/Time: Sunday 6pm Preacher: Rev Ewen Matheson Title: To The Flickering Reading(s): Isaiah 40 v 1 – 31 & Matthew 5 v 1- 21 Text: Matthew 12 v 20 Psalm:  18 v 28-32 Sing Psalms     … Continue reading To The Flickering

We're going to The Conjuring House! Become a Parajunkie to watch the entire night with us! www.patreon.com/savannahunderground Send in your personal ghost stories here: ghostmail@hauntedcitypodcast.com Welcome back, ghost enthusiasts! In today's thrilling episode of "The Most Haunted City on Earth," your favorite ghost-chasing duo, Madison and Chris, dive into two spine-chilling tales sent in by our listeners through "Ghostmail."

The gorls chop up some gorgeous lines before playing Mean, Queen, or Blue Jean.Support Breaking Form!Review the show on Apple Podcasts here.Buy our books:     Aaron's STOP LYING is available from the Pitt Poetry Series.      James's ROMANTIC COMEDY is available from Four Way Books."It was a time when they were afraid of him" is from Jimmy Santiago Baca's poem "Ancestor""An opening to a story should be / unremarkable" is from Catherine Chen's " My Poem Asks to Be Read Right to Left""Things happen when you drink too much mescal" is from Moira Egan's "Bar Sonnet # 11"Rabindranath Tagore's poem "Gitanjali 11" begins: "Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost thou worship.""Crickets are stitching the afternoon" is how Rosanna Warren begins her poem "Boletus" "Arlene learned to dance backwards in heels that were too high" is the start of Patricia Smith's poem "Siblings""I will die in Paris, on a rainy day," writes Cesar Vallejo at the beginning of his "Black Stone Lying on a White Stone" "Monterosa, your body is dead on Avenue A." is from Jack Agueros's "Sonnet for Angelo Monterosa""We kept war in the kitchen" is the beginning of Reetika Vazirani's  "Dream of the Evil Servant""This did not happen" begins Thylias Moss's poem "Did Not Happen"Watch "10 Things Joseph Sikora Cannot Live Without" from GQ here.Check out Forbes's list of The Most Comfortable Heels That Consistently Earn Top ReviewsPattiann Rogers is the author of at least 17 books, including most recently Flickering, just published in April of 2023. Read this interview with her in Lit HubThe Frank O'Hara line I reference in the game "Queen, Mean, or Blue Jean" is "Poem [Lana Turner Has Collapsed" which you can read here.For more tea about Virginia Woolf and her paid domestic workers, read this review.

In the quest to explore the paranormal, modern motion sensors and ancient ritual circles could serve as complementary tools. While motion sensors offer real-time, data-driven alerts to unseen activity, ritual circles have historically functioned as both spiritual detectors and barriers. Imagine an integrated approach where sensors are calibrated to monitor the integrity of a ritual circle, or where the circle itself is enhanced with smart technology. This fusion could herald a new era in paranormal investigation, combining empirical rigor with metaphysical insight to delve deeper into the mysteries that lie at the edge of human understanding.New! Follow Troubled Minds TV Here! -- https://bit.ly/43I9HHeLIVE ON Digital Radio! http://bit.ly/3m2Wxom or http://bit.ly/40KBtlWSay Hi to James at the https://www.midmichiganparacon.com/ Nov 4th/5thhttp://www.troubledminds.org Support The Show!https://rokfin.com/creator/troubledmindshttps://patreon.com/troubledmindshttps://www.buymeacoffee.com/troubledmindshttps://troubledfans.comFriends of Troubled Minds! - https://troubledminds.org/friendsShow Schedule Sun-Mon-Tues-Wed-Thurs 7-10pstiTunes - https://apple.co/2zZ4hx6Spotify - https://spoti.fi/2UgyzqMTuneIn - https://bit.ly/2FZOErSTwitter - https://bit.ly/2CYB71U----------------------------------------https://troubledminds.org/modern-ghost-busting-capturing-the-flickering-flame/https://www.catster.com/lifestyle/oscar-nursing-home-therapy-cat-predicts-deathhttps://www.nationalparksatnight.com/blog/2019/10/31/photographing-phantoms-how-to-capture-ghosts-and-spirits-in-night-imageshttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spirit_photographyhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panpsychismhttps://www.spirithalloween.com/blog/ghost-hunting-101-how-to-hunt-the-paranormal/https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_huntinghttps://hauntingrealm.com/your-ultimate-guide-to-ghost-hunting-tips/https://thehauntghosttours.com/blog/what-is-ghost-hunting-10-things-to-know-before-you-go/https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20231026-the-enfield-poltergeist-why-the-unexplained-mystery-that-shocked-1970s-britain-continues-to-disturbhttps://media.discordapp.net/attachments/988430315175424003/1167183831527333970/image.png?ex=654d33a6&is=653abea6&hm=c56b938a0327cd141df1f00cc8e14b5cb6bd9bd186b9dd691cfcc92fade47d7d&=&width=263&height=584https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/988430315175424003/1167183998137667736/image.png?ex=654d33ce&is=653abece&hm=95a67b432144e29a2a9c46cc072c256609dfbe4cea4ca26bbd171a8b40978cc7&=&width=263&height=584This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/4953916/advertisement

Contact your host with questions, suggestions, or requests about sponsoring the AppleInsider Daily:charles_martin@appleinsider.comApologies for the slightly lower audio quality on this episode. We're recording in another city, away from our normal studio. (00:00) - 01 - Intro (00:13) - 02 -Don't call it "third-gen" (01:29) - 03 -Glitches getting fixed, pt. 1 (01:49) - 04 -Glitches getting fixed, pt. 2 (02:23) - 05 - Smartphone sales down (02:58) - 06 - iMacs in 2024 (03:37) - 07 - Cook in China again (04:16) - 08 - China gets iPad eSIMs (04:32) - 09 - Chile's Apple Store now online (04:58) - 10 - Outro Links from the showApple debuts third-generation Apple Pencil with USB-C chargingiOS 17.1 contains fixes for iPhone 15 screen burn symptomsLatest Apple Watch models may flicker in always-on mode — fix incomingApple's iPhone still a highpoint despite global smartphone market declinesUpdated 24-inch iMac expected in 2024, 32-inch iMac in 2025Tim Cook surprises gamers at Apple's Taikoo Li store in ChinaApple rolls out iPad eSIM support in ChinaApple Store online officially launches in ChileSubscribe to the AppleInsider podcast on: Apple Podcasts Overcast Pocket Casts Spotify Subscribe to the HomeKit Insider podcast on:•  Apple Podcasts•  Overcast•  Pocket Casts•  Spotify

On today's episode, we discuss a common fear, hear about the amazing place one Lantern listens from, get a call from a Halloween-loving mom, read a hauntingly romantic EEEEKmail, and try to answer some Dia de los Muertos advice. Mentioned on this episode: BOO-k ClubAx Wound Film Guide Boston Ghosts and Graveyard Tours Plus we referenced these past episodes: 9/21/2020 - Lumeria, Parentalia, & Feralia 11/03/2020 - Día de los Muertos 11/06/2020 - Frankenstein's Monster Be featured on a Small Frights episode! Submit all Halloween queries, advice, recommendations, or memories via telephone to the All Hallows Hotline at (802) 532-Dead! or write an EEEEKmail to itsalwayshalloweenpodcast@gmail.com ⁠Order The Lantern's Way #2⁠ ⁠Order The Lantern's Way #1⁠ IAH Spotify Playlist ⁠Subscribe to It's Always Halloween on Patreon ⁠ ⁠Support It's Always Halloween with a One Time Donation⁠ ⁠Follow It's Always Halloween on Instagram⁠ ⁠Join the Local Lantern Society⁠

He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle. (NLT) Matthew 12:20

Yaretzi graces a royal court, Riot reaches her destination, and Jacob Wicker speaks his mind. The theme of tonight's episode is Crossings.(To avoid spoilers, content warnings are listed at the end of this episode description).The bonus story that goes with this episode is ‘Flickering', and is available for Hallowoods patrons on the show's Patreon, along with behind-the-scenes, exclusive merchandise, and more! Because the show runs without ads or sponsors, we rely on support from fans to guarantee the survival of this LGBTQ+ horror podcast.Hello From The Hallowoods is written and produced by William A. Wellman, a queer horror author. You can visit their website for more information! The transcript for this episode is available on the Hello From The Hallowoods Website. Click here to read!You can also find Hello From The Hallowoods on social media! The show is on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter at @thehallowoods. If you'd like to connect with other fans of the show, there's even a fan-run Discord Server!Music for this episode was used under license from Artlist.com. The soundtracks featured were: ‘Forest Overture', by Yehezkel Raz, ‘Downtown Binary', by End Game, ‘A Town Called Dismal', by Josh McCausland, ‘Silhouette', by Ardie Son,‘Zircon', by Ottom, ‘Currents', by Ardie Son,‘Cold', by Laurel Violet, ‘Journey', by Sid Acharya, ‘Tides', by Kashido, ‘The End', by Simon Osterhold, ‘Last Dream', by Daniel Brown Keys,‘Ganymede', by Yehezkel Raz, ‘The Sky Above', by Borrtex, ‘Slowly Understanding', by Yehezkel Raz, ‘Welcome to the Real', by Eleven Tales, ‘Departure', by Ardie Son,‘Exhale', by Salt of the Sound, And ‘Farewell', by Maya Belsitzman and Matan Ephrat Content warnings for this episode include: Religious abuse, Ableism, Survivor's Guilt, Violence, Death + Injury, Character Death, Blood, Gun Mention, Static (including sfx), Bad interference noises (including SFX), Emotional Manipulation, Body horror, Religious Violence, Child Sacrifice, Metaphor involving a pig turned inside out, Rats (rat king as usual), explosives, house fires

Another retro episode! This time from 2013. Christopher hosts a discussion at Denver Starfest on bringing the written word to the moving pictures. Please click, follow, rate and review! https://linktr.ee/TSPandOE_Podcasts

Someone is pre-eminent in your church. Who is it?  Is your church bringing glory to God, and how?  Do your church members behave in a God-glorifying way?  What role does church discipline play?  Resources:  Flickering Lamps by Richard & Henry Blackaby 

How would you currently describe your church? Are you weak, poor, or rich? What do you base your evaluation upon?  Is there anything in the recent past that you can point to and say, “If God hadn't done this, we wouldn't be where we are”?  Is your church characterized by giving itself away or holding on to what it has?  God will always provide what His church needs right when His church needs it.  Resources:  Flickering Lamps by Richard & Henry Blackaby 

If you are not experiencing God's power in your church, what is the issue?  A dying church, more than anything else, needs the power and presence of the risen Savior.  Sin is not something to be toyed with, it is something to war against and put to death.  Christ's power will only be present in His church when God's people – beginning with the pastor – are pursuing holiness.  Resources:  Flickering Lamps by Henry & Richard Blackaby  The Pursuit of Holiness by Jerry Bridges  Holiness by Grace by Bryan Chapell 

 Christ is always present with His church.  How does Christ's presence visible in your church?  How do you encourage the people in your church to repent when they sin against God?   Resources:  Flickering Lamps by Henry & Richard Blackaby 

How has your congregation sought to find out what Jesus wants your church to do?  What one ministry in our church could only have been developed because God showed us how to do it?  Is your church focused only on your own ministry, or are you kingdom-focused?  Resources:  Flickering Lamps by Henry & Richard Blackaby 

Why was your church founded?  How is the church different now than when it was founded?  How does your church glorify God?  In what ways is your church making disciples?  What are some sins for which your church needs to repent?  Resources:  Flickering Lamps by Henry & Richard Blackaby 

Pattiann Rogers has published fifteen collections of poetry and two book-length essay collections, The Dream of the Marsh Wren and The Grand Array: Writings on Nature, Science, and Spirit. She is the recipient of two NEA grants, a Guggenheim Fellowship, a 2005 Literary Award in Poetry from the Lannan Foundation, and the Distinguished Alumni Award from the University of Missouri, College of Arts and Sciences. In 2018 she was awarded the John Burroughs Medal for Lifetime Achievement in Nature Poetry. She joined me on Uncorking a Story to talk about her latest collection, Flickering.  Buy Flickering Amazon: https://amzn.to/3AptTkN Bookshop.org: https://bookshop.org/a/54587/9780143137665 Connect With Pattiann Website: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/pattiann-rogers   Connect with Mike Website: https://uncorkingastory.com/ Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSvS4fuG3L1JMZeOyHvfk_g Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/uncorkingastory/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@uncorkingastory Twitter: https://twitter.com/uncorkingastory Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/uncorkingastory LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/uncorking-a-story/ If you like this episode, please share it with a friend. If you have not done so already, please rate and review Uncorking a Story on Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Are you feeling like your light is flickering out? It happens to everyone from time to time, especially during busy periods in life. But just like a fire needs to be constantly maintained, we need to do things to maintain our spark. In this episode, I'm sharing how to do just that.   In this episode you'll learn A simple journaling exercise to reignite your spark How to get clear on what actually lights you up Where to start once you have that clarity   Remember, your answer to the journaling exercise may change over time, but it's a reflection of where you are in your journey right now. Trust yourself and take steps everyday towards your happiness.   Connect with me: Subscribe to my newsletter - https://www.jaclyngallo.com/newsletter Instagram - www.instagram.com/jaclyntgallo Tiktok - https://www.tiktok.com/@jaclyntgallo Book me to speak - www.jaclyngallo.com/speaking Listen to Madison's interview on the SYL podcast from 2020: https://directory.libsyn.com/episode/index/show/sparkyourlight/id/16288874 Follow Madison on Instagram: www.instagram.com/madison.arnholt Madison's Website: www.madisonarnholt.com Book an Inner Voice Session with Madison: https://www.madisonarnholt.com/innervoice  

Garnet Dupuis is an integrative healthcare specialist and inventor with a primary focus on consciousness and biophilic technologies. His NeuroVizr headset is designed to generate a neuroplastic sensory enrichment experience known as brain engagement. I have one, and I can't get enough of it. So a lot of our conversation today takes place in the mind, exploring the benefits of brain exercise, the science behind how we process the wild world around us, and the mystical fourth state of consciousness. Even beyond the mind-blowing tech, Garnet is a deeply thoughtful spirit. The verbal maze we run in this one takes us from his upbringing in Canada, deep into the human psyche, weaves through cosmic concepts like chaos and change, and comes right back around to his fascinating wildlife conservation work in Thailand – where he wraps up on a powerful note of true importance to our species as we know it. I'm so thankful that people like Garnet put their brains and hearts into technologies that can assist all of us in doing just that. If you're intrigued by the information presented here and want to snag a NeuroVizr of your very own, go to NeuroVizr.com and use the code LUKE100 to save $100. DISCLAIMER: This podcast is presented for educational and exploratory purposes only. Published content is not intended to be used for diagnosing or treating any illness. Those responsible for this show disclaim responsibility for any possible adverse effects from the use of information presented by Luke or his guests. Please consult with your healthcare provider before using any products referenced. This podcast may contain paid endorsements for products or services. 00:05:58 — Getting to Know Garnet Dupuis Life in Thailand and wildlife conservation work Jamie Wheal: Ethical Cult Building & Ecstatic Sex Practices for Awakening Your Inner Mystic #429 How the context of his work has changed Benefits of exercising our brains  Disinformation of brain degeneration The ways his diverse work overlaps  Garnet's trick to calculating your true age  00:29:38 — Brain Entrainment vs. Brain Engagement Adaptive demand (pain vs. pleasure) What is marginal demand? Examples of brain entrainment  Science of binaural beats  Best tactics in neurofeedback 00:45:02 —Neuroplasticity 101 5 things to trigger neuroplastic growth Priming the brain Combining microdosing or supplements with NeuroVizr 4 activation phases of neuroplasticity Neuroplastic experience as a hero's journey Chaos as unavoidable during change First Language and NeuroReality 01:16:43 — Neuro-Dosing, Microdosing & NeuroVizr Garnet on lucid microdosing Alpha brain waves NeuroVizr product walkthrough Use the code LUKE100 to save $100 The Supremely Psychedelic Power Of The Lucia Light W/ Allison Pelissier #261 Building soundscapes (they're not music) Stacking modalities  EMF and travel accessibility  Bottom up vs. top down / conceptual vs. perceptual 02:03:39 — Exploring the Dream State  The fourth state of consciousness – waking dreams Prisoner's cinema Developing the skill of lucidity  Darkness retreats  Deep dive on lights, latency, and lucidity Brain exercise disguised as entertainment How we process shortcuts and surprise  02:27:53 — Fourth-State Deficiency Syndrome Main symptom is disrupted sleep Flickering fire: the original mind machine  Pitfalls of biohacking and consumerism  Ape sanctuary in Thailand  Deeply connecting with wild animals  Commenting on how much we've forgotten Chiang Mai as the next San Francisco More about this episode. 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It's a slow news day, but when you have Greg and Gary on a podcast, you know you're going to have a good time. Let's talk about Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy coming to Game Pass, the Kotaku strike, and Puzzle Quest 3! Time Stamps - 00:00:00 - Start 00:09:22 - Housekeeping https://twitter.com/KindaFunnyVids/status/1498712171068342274 Thank you to our Patreon Producers: Gordon McGuire, FargoBrady, & Pranksy The Roper Report  - 00:13:11 - Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy comes to Game Pass 00:25:50 - G/O Media On Strike! 00:32:40 - Ad 00:33:50 - Puzzle Quest 3 Review Round-Up 00:43:10 - FIFA Gets Cross-Play, @BRGaming 00:45:37 - Make your own dungeon in Genshin, Jason Fanelli @ GameSpot 00:47:44 - Nintendo Switch Online Adds Missions, Rewards, Darryn @ GameSpot 00:51:20 - Out today 00:58:00 - You‘re Wrong