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Dinner with the Archbishop of CanterburyA Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. On Monday afternoon, a letter arrived at the vicarage that took Reverend Morris by surprise."I don't believe this!" He gasped, reading the letter out loud to Jenna. "It's from Bishop George. He says that Justin Welby, the Archbishop of Canterbury is planning to visit next week.""Whoa, " Jenna spluttered."Yup. You and I have been invited to dine at Bishop George's place. Apparently the Archbishop is visiting several dioceses, and parish churches, and for some bizarre reason, humble little St. Michael's church has caught his eye! Bishop George states that I'll be receiving a letter from the Archbishop over the next few days, outlining the reason for his visit.""Wow, what a tremendous honor for you, Simon!" Jenna smiled, flinging her arms around him. "Well you're the best vicar ever, so he obviously wants to give you some sort of award!""Hmm, maybe?" Reverend Morris re-read the letter. "This is totally unexpected, and a bit bizarre. I can't get my head round it.""I remember seeing Justin Welby give that speech when we were watching the Queen's funeral." Jenna said. "And to think, we're going to get to meet him! This is really exciting!""I wish I shared your optimism my love, but I can't help but thinking that there's a catch."A few days later, Reverend Morris' fears were confirmed when a second letter arrived."I don't believe this!" The vicar lamented as he read the Archbishop's letter. "It has come to the Archbishop's attention that there is a big plaque in St. Michael's church that commemorates a local man called Henry Barrington-Smythe, who died in 1695 and worshipped at the church. According to the covert research conducted by the Archbishop, Henry once owned a horse that he sold to someone whose second cousin twice removed, was involved in the slave trade.""I can see how that could be seen as quite triggering in this day and age," Jenna said. "But I'm sure the horse wasn't bothered."Reverend Morris slapped his forehead. "Oh this is a nightmare. The Archbishop recommends that the plaque is removed. It's not that simple though. It's actually carved into the wall, near the organ pipes. To remove it, would cause terrible damage to the wall! Our little church is so old, and we've worked so hard to fundraise to repair the roof."Jenna narrowed her eyes, seeing how distressed her husband was. This situation needed rectifying immediately."Simon, try not to worry. When we dine at Bishop George's place, you will have the chance to put your point across to the Archbishop. Has he made this information about the plaque public?""No," Reverend Morris replied. "To be honest, I know hardly anything about this Henry Barrington-Smythe chap. I Googled him once, and information was really scarce. Nothing on Wikipedia. A few obscure paragraphs on the parish register. He was vicar here during the 1670s and left a lot of money to the church in his will."Jenna smiled. "Oh good. So what we have here is a controlled situation.""For now. I expect he'll tweet all about it after the meeting."We'll see about that, Jenna thought to herself.The day of the meeting arrived. Reverend Morris anxiously fiddled with his clerical collar and kept checking his watch. Nearly time to set off to Bishop George's house.Presently, Jenna came breezing into the sitting room, where her husband stood, gazing out of the window at the front garden beyond. In a pale pink gown, pearl cross earrings, and her red hair swept back, she looked more suited to a red carpet event in Hollywood than a sober meal with the clergy."Do I look alright?" She asked, knowing full well what Reverend Morris' response would be."Oh my God, wow, you look absolutely beautiful as always, Jenna. Right well, we'd better get going.""Try not to worry, Simon." She said, kissing him. "It might not be as bad as it seems."He sighed. "St. Michael's church means so much to me. I treasure its heritage. You and I, we've both worked so hard to build up its congregation, raise money to restore the roof, the stained glass windows and to fix the dry rot in the vestry.""And we shall continue to treasure it. Don't you worry. Things might turn out alright. I'm sure an acceptable compromise can be reached.""I hope so."They headed to the car. A plan was forming in Jenna's mind. Justin Welby isn't the best-looking of men, she thought. Mind you, I don't plan on looking at his face,Bishop George was stood at the door of his home when Jenna and Reverend Morris arrived."Great to see you both!" He smiled. "Can't say I'm happy at what the Big Boss is proposing here.""You and me both, George," Simon sighed. Jenna winked at the bishop."Right, do go in, make yourself comfortable, there are refreshments waiting. Dinner shall be served at six. Bishop Finch was supposed to be here too, you remember him? Alas, he cried off. Dishonest and he drinks. Good bishops are so hard to find these days, eh?" Bishop George ushered him in. As Jenna walked past, he winked back at her."I've got your red lace panties on tonight," he whispered."A great choice!" Jenna whispered back.Reverend Morris sipped a sherry as he nervously awaited the Archbishop's arrival. Five minutes later, there was the sound of a car door being slammed shut, and Bishop George could be heard welcoming someone."He's coming," Reverend Morris gulped. "Why do I feel like a little kid about to be sent to detention?""God is with us," Jenna replied, patting his thigh.Bishop George entered the room. "It is a great pleasure to welcome our Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby, to dine with us this evening. Jenna and her husband stood up."Oh good, he's come alone," Jenna smiled, fearing that his wife might have accompanied him. He was clad in a grey jacket, with black shirt, black trousers, a clerical collar and a large cross round his neck.Everyone shook hands. "Ah, Reverend Morris," the Archbishop began. "The vicar of St. Michael's. Nice to meet you at last.""Thank you, Your Grace. And this is Jenna, my wife."Jenna was quick to offer her hand. "I've wanted to meet you for such a long time, Your Grace. You're sitting next to me at the table!"The vicar's young and stunning wife had certainly caused the Archbishop to raise an eyebrow. "Am I? Well lucky old me. I am very honored!" Privately, he was astonished that the mild-mannered vicar of St. Michael's had managed to pull such a gorgeous woman. He was normally immune to such things, but found himself rather shamefully gawping at Jenna's cleavage."What a mercy she wasn't at the Queen's funeral," he said to himself. "If she'd been sat in the crowd, I'd have struggled to concentrate."The pre-dinner conversation between Reverend Morris, Bishop George and the Archbishop remained cordial, if not a bit overly formal. While the three men spoke, Jenna was a constant figure at the Archbishop's side; laughing at his unfunny jokes, pretending to enjoy his boring stories of ministry in Africa, inquiring about Westminster Abbey, and generally hanging on his every word like an infatuated student with her tutor.Bishop George suggested his guests seat themselves at the table in preparation for the first course. The Archbishop took his seat. On his right was Jenna, and Reverend Morris was opposite him."Bishop George is such a good cook, Reverend Morris prattled nervously. "I've dined here before and his roast dinners are something to marvel at. I, I enjoy cooking too."Sensing her husband's discomfort, Jenna cut in. "He's a much better cook than I am. Most things I cook aren't suitable for human consumption."The Archbishop chuckled. "Let us say a prayer before we dine."The first course passed without incident, but Jenna was hungry for something else. The Archbishop had launched into a lengthy monologue about hurtful plaques and statues, and Jenna sensed it was time to act. Bishop George was in the kitchen and Reverend Morris excused himself as he needed to go to the bathroom. She was alone with the leader of the Church of England, the ceremonial head of the worldwide Anglican Communion. Now was the time for the vixen to catch her prey."You've done so many impressive things during your tenure, Your Grace. Words cannot explain how much I admire you," she continued, flattering him off the scale.""Why thank you Jenna. "I appreciate your kind words!"Jenna continued. "Your Grace, I ask you as a good Christian, would you not consider dropping this little investigation into this pesky old plaque in my husband's church? Your letter has caused him a great deal of worry, you have no idea how much, "The Archbishop adjusted his glasses. "Jenna, I have no wish to cause any distress to your husband. I am simply trying to ensure that our C of E churches are inclusive to all, and devoid of harmful imagery."He had been quietly sipping his soup. Suddenly, a strange sensation made him almost drop his spoon. Something was moving up his right leg and pushing his legs apart, the mystery thing continued to rise higher, now it was nudging his inner thigh, he realized it was Jenna's hand."Are you enjoying your soup?""Um, Jenna, what are you doing?""As I was saying, your letter has stressed my husband out so much, that he and I have been unable to make love all week. Can you imagine how upsetting that has been?" Jenna continued, furtively sliding her hand across his thigh and squeezing gently.The Archbishop glanced down and then at her. "Um, well I'm very sorry to hear that."She smiled back and began rubbing his inner thigh very gently. He cleared his throat and blushed. She said nothing, but continued gently rubbing, and moving closer to that treasure she wanted to touch most of all."Do you realize what you're doing? I am a married man!" He whispered."I do, but you pride yourself on having a liberal outlook, yes? Anyways, there is a holy place I would very much like to explore, if I may be permitted to do so, if I may be so bold as to request permission from Your Grace, ""You are, a rather naughty vicar's wife," he whispered back, feeling his cheeks flushing."You haven't granted permission, Your Grace."The Archbishop took a deep breath. Why was he giving in to temptation so easily? If he refused, would she kick up a fuss? Bishop George and the vicar could return at any moment."Mrs. Morris, you may do as you wish. I am yours to explore, "This was all the permission she required. Before the Archbishop could complete his sentence, Jenna reached across the startled man's lap and quickly unzipped his trousers. He could not believe the dexterity and speed at which his beautiful assailant nimbly accomplished the task. He shot an astonished wide-eyed glance at the temptress seated next to him. Guessing his thoughts, Jenna flashed a mischievous smile and said, "Your Grace. I heard that there's a name for a bishop's staff. It's called a crosier. Am I right?""Er, yes. That's right."Jenna swiftly freed the Archbishop's staff from his white boxer shorts. He may not have been the most handsome of men, but he had a gorgeous cock. It wasn't a monstrous length like Father Aiden's or thick like Gordon's, but it was impressive all the same. Definitely holy!The Archbishop's back stiffened and he caught his breath as he felt Jenna's soft, warm fingers wrap around his engorged fuck pole. The touch from this ravishing young beauty in the most sensual of spots sent chills throughout his body. He suppressed a gentle moan in the back of this throat as Jenna began to slowly run her hand up and down the shaft.She knew to vary the speed of her up and down motion, and could sense when the Archbishop was reaching peak ecstasy. Before he could achieve sexual release, Jenna slowed her pace or altered the movement in order to delay gratification. She wanted the Most Reverend's pleasure to extend for as long as possible. Jenna explored every feature along the length of her newest conquest's fleshy sceptre. Her delicate fingers rippled over the veiny surface, massaged the soft foreskin, and gently squeezed the head. When she reached the shaft's base, the eager filly worked her slender digits along the Archbishop's inner thigh and cupped his balls, juggling them with her fingertips."Your Grace, I beg of you. I want to go further and worship properly. However I cannot do this unless you agree to scrap your suggestion that St. Michael's remove its plaque to Henry Barrington-Smythe. Let him and his horse rest in peace, yes? Neither of them kept slaves. I'm sure Henry sold his horse in good faith and had no idea what links the buyer had. A few years ago I gave my old smartphone to a woman at work who turned out to be a massive fan of Cliff Richard. Some might say that was a crime against humanity."The Archbishop was desperate to come. Sweat had broken out on his forehead and his glasses were steaming up. "Okay, you have my word," he sighed. "I'll scrap the whole thing!""Thankyou, .dear Justin!" She said, using his Christian name for the first time. Carefully, Jenna removed one of her earrings. The Archbishop had to stifle a gasp as she slid out of her chair and under the table. "God," he murmured, almost incredulous at her conviction and boldness. Then with almost no hesitation, she dropped her head and closed her mouth around his throbbing shaft.The Most Reverend's breathing started to become more rapid and shallow, an indication Jenna recognized as signaling her oral exertions would soon be ending. Wanting to provide the head of the church with the greatest amount of pleasure possible, Jenna's grand finale was to deep throat his cock and vigorously jerk up and down on it. This motion had the desired effect within moments, as a muffled groan escaped the Archbishop's mouth. Jenna felt the holy rod in her mouth recoil as it shot a mighty stream of pearl-colored ejaculate down her throat. This first round was quickly followed by a second and then a third as the Most Reverend's balls unloaded their thick, milky contents. Jenna swallowed and savored every drop. It is a truth not universally acknowledged, that the taste of a man, especially a man of God, is the finest taste in the world, she thought. A final spurt missed its target and splashed down her cleavage.Only after the last discharge was launched and the Archbishop leaned back in his chair exhausted and sweaty, did Jenna finally withdraw.The Archbishop jolted in panic as Bishop George and Reverend Morris returned to the dining room. He quickly poured himself a glass of water and swallowed it. He wondered how to warn Jenna, but she'd already sensed it was time to return to her seat."I'm sorry I was so long," Reverend Morris mumbled. "Call of nature and all that.""And silly me, I forgot to turn the oven up, but worry not, the roast beef is nearly ready!" Bishop George replied."Understood," panted the Archbishop, wiping his glasses.Bishop George tilted his head at his Jenna's empty chair, and the movement under the table. He raised the tablecloth."Oh I say, Jenna. Have you lost something?""Just my pearl earring," she calmly replied. "But fortunately, I have now found it."Bishop George nodded and gave a wry smile. "So I see. And you seem to have gained a pearl necklace too!"A Ghost Appears at the Methodist Church"What are your thoughts on ghosts, Jen?" Reverend Morris said as he climbed into bed.Jenna reclined next to her husband, and ran a finger through his chest hair. "Hmm, never given them much thought. I keep an open mind. I've never seen one myself, but I'd like to! I wouldn't be scared. Just really fascinated.""I might get to see one tomorrow. I've just had a rather desperate email from Reverend Marsha Ewing over at the Oakwood Road Methodist Church. She's at her wits end. Says her church has been haunted by a persistent ghost ever since Halloween. She's tried walking around splashing holy water on the walls, saying a prayer of deliverance, but to no avail. The church has had to remain closed all week.""Whoa, that ghost must really like the Methodist church then!" Jenna said. "I haven't been in there since I was a little girl. My gran is a Methodist. I remember going to a few services. I remember it being light and airy inside, with the white balcony and pale yellow walls.""Well it's not just any old ghost that's taken up residence there. Reverend Ewing is adamant says that it's the ghost of John Wesley.""What, the John Wesley? The founder of Methodism?" Jenna blinked."Yes. That's the bit I find really hard to believe. Not saying that Reverend Ewing is lying of course. I just can't understand why John Wesley of all people, would choose to return to this earthly realm. I mean, he was a true servant of God, a good man, who preached to the masses and led a long, pious life. Why would his soul suddenly become restless and earthbound?"Jenna was fascinated. "Maybe he didn't choose to return. Maybe someone or something lured him back, and he's got trapped somehow? Don't they say on All Hallow's Eve, the barrier between the dead and the living is broken and the dead can pop back for a visit? Or something?""Good theory!" Reverend Morris replied. "Wesley did visit the site where the Oakwood church now stands. The church wasn't built until Victorian times, but he preached out in the open in the 1770s. The very spot where he stood is marked by a bronze statue of him. Anyways, Reverend Morris has decided to ask other members of the clergy for help. She's asked me to go along to the church tomorrow. Hopefully two vicars are better than one, and we can help John to return to the other side, so to speak.""Shouldn't Father Aiden be called along too? Like in the Exorcist?"Reverend Morris laughed. "I once watched that movie with some mates at university. I really regret eating at the time, it put me off soup for weeks. Bit different though. That was movie about demonic possession, not a haunting."Jenna thought for a while. "If you ask me, having John Wesley actually appear could be a fantastic tourism opportunity for the church. Think of the visitors it could attract. Maybe he just wanted to see one of his old worship spots again. I wish he could've brought his brother Charles along. You know how much I'm a fan of him. Did I ever tell you I once had an erotic dream about him?""No? Tell me more!""I was working as a tavern wench, when Charles arrived, weary after a long journey from Bristol. I led him to a bedchamber. He told me he was travelling to London, to visit his brother, John."Jenna rolled over and kissed him. The Reverend's tongue darted into her mouth, fondling hers. Her left arm stretched across his back with her hand resting between his shoulders. With her right hand, she reached down the front of his boxer shorts, slowly tracing up and down the length of his engorged cock with her palm."And, I helped Charles overcome his writer's block, so he was able to write Hark the Herald Angels Sing."She pulled down his boxers and rolled her tongue around the head of her husband's cock, trying to get every drop of precum."Oh, I'll never be able to think of that carol in the same way again!"Next morning, Reverend Morris headed to Oakwood Road Methodist Church. It was a small, solidly-built structure, sandwiched between a row of terraced houses, their brickwork still smoke-blackened from the days of the Industrial Revolution."This part of town never seems to change," Reverend Morris said to himself, as he parked the car. "They call it the Victorian Quarter."The vicar of Oakwood Road Methodist Church was Reverend Marsha Ewing, a jolly, middle-aged black woman. Originally from South Carolina, she'd emigrated nearly ten years ago, and put her heart and soul into running the church. Even the dismal British weather couldn't dampen her spirits. Now for the first time, she looked a little stressed."Thanks for coming, Simon," she said as he entered the church."Not at all," he replied. "Always happy to assist a fellow person of the cloth. A most unusual situation this. I've never been called upon to be a "deliverance minister" before. First time for everything I guess!""I've been going out of my mind with this. Ol' Mr. Wesley ain't for staying' quiet! I've tried everything to placate the guy but nothing works. I've tried prayer, singing hymns, talking to him. Went through the whole Ghostbusting routine. I asked Róisín, the vicar from the Living Earth Free Church to call round yesterday. She's only been in the role a few weeks, but very willing to help. We both prayed together, hoping John would find peace. But it didn't work and this morning, John appeared again, in the vestry. Took me by surprise. Started blowing papers around. And the church goes so darn cold when he appears. Actually saw him full-length today. I asked him directly, why is he so upset? He said he couldn't say why, but there's only one person who can help him. I pressed him further. He just said the person he needs lives in this town. Wouldn't say if they're male or female.""Blimey," Reverend Morris said, rubbing his chin. "That's a bit vague. It could be anyone. The population of this town is around 100,000 people! How are we ever going to find out who the right person is?""One of the wardens suggested I post something on the church's Facebook page, but I'd rather keep it all as quiet as possible. We've already had folks making hoax phone calls and posting memes and stuff on Twitter. It ain't funny. Most of my congregation are seniors. They don't want any fuss. Some of them think I'm making the whole thing up, as a sort of viral marketing campaign to increase attendance. Some of the comments online have been nasty."Reverend Morris sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that. Well, let's pray together and see if we can help John. Not sure if I'm the one he seeks, but there's only one way to find out!""Mm, hmm." Reverend Ewing nodded. "John Wesley is very dear to all of us here. He stood in the very spot where that statue is." She pointed to the bronze statue in the corner. "I don't want folks thinking I'm mocking his memory or anything. Must say I haven't experienced anything like this since the Orangeburg Incident of 1999.""The what?""Oh it was when I was back in the States. So, on the night of New Year's Eve 1999, Abraham Lincoln suddenly appeared in a branch of Walgreens. Many blamed it on drug-induced paranoia brought about by the hype of the coming Millennium.""Fascinating stuff," Reverend Morris replied. He walked over to the Wesley statue. On a table next to it, were three large, newly-lit candles."Tell me, does he look exactly like his portrait?""Oh yes. Long white hair. Dressed all in black and with preaching bands. He's a short stack too. Around five foot four? Slightly built. He looks so miserable though, like he needs a hug or something.""The state of the world right now, I think we all need a hug," Reverend Morris said. "Okay, well I'll try my best. If I fail, I'll have to give Father Aiden from St. Gregory's a call. Let's start by saying the Lord's Prayer."The flames on the candles, which had been steady, flared and writhed, drawn upward by a draft that the two of them couldn't feel. Salamanders of yellow light wriggled across the previously dark side of Reverend Ewing's face. When she looked at the candles, her eyes were as yellow as moons low on the horizon."He's coming."Quickly the candle flames subsided. The church chandeliers dimmed and brightened, dimmed and brightened, like the flickering lights in the classic old movie Gaslight. Reverend Morris felt a growing sense of fear. The temperature in the church had plummeted.He tried talking to the spirit directly. "The Lord be with you. Lift up your heart, John. I welcome to you to this place of worship. My name is Reverend Simon Morris and I, "From behind him came not a hand and not, as he might have expected, a blast of heat, but a hissing cold that first prickled the nape of his neck and then seemed to drill into the summit of his spine, through the base of his skull.Throughout all this, Reverend Ewing remained calm. "Simon," she whispered. "He's behind you."He didn't want to turn round, afraid of coming face to face with some eldritch abomination, but he summoned his courage. There, stood right behind him, as plain as day, was John Wesley himself. At first glance, he resembled any other living person, save for a faint aura of silver light surrounding him."Um, greetings to you, Mr. Wesley." The vicar stammered. He wondered why he was so afraid. Of all the dead persons one could meet, John Wesley was surely one of the nicest, most inoffensive ones.John's face relaxed into a smile. He put his hands together and bowed. "I thank you most sincerely. Soon, I shall experience salvation, for you are known to this person whom I seek. I hope you can bring her to me soon. I bid you a good day, "He bowed and vanished. Suddenly, in the space of thirty seconds, it was light and bright in the church. The lights stopped flickering and the gloom lifted. Outside, the clouds had rolled back from the sun. The building was suddenly and unexplainably warm too, as if the temperature had risen by about five degrees.Reverend Morris dared to exhale. "Oh! Well, that, wasn't too nerve-racking! He's a very polite ghost isn't he?""Simon, did you hear what he said? He said her. A female relative or friend of yours is the person he's seeking!""Wonder who it could be? Not my mum, surely. Could be Aunt Susan? I'm not seeing the connection here.""What about your wife?" Reverend Ewing suggested.He blinked. "Jenna? Oh of course! it must be her! Her grandma is a Methodist! That must be why John wants to see her!"To be continued.By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

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Dinner with the Archbishop of Canterbury By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. On Monday afternoon, a letter arrived at the vicarage that took Reverend Morris by surprise. "I don't believe this!" He gasped, reading the letter out loud to Jenna. "It's from Bishop George. He says that Justin Welby, the Archbishop of Canterbury is planning to visit next week." "Whoa, " Jenna spluttered. "Yup. You and I have been invited to dine at Bishop George's place. Apparently the Archbishop is visiting several dioceses, and parish churches, and for some bizarre reason, humble little St. Michael's church has caught his eye! Bishop George states that I'll be receiving a letter from the Archbishop over the next few days, outlining the reason for his visit.""Wow, what a tremendous honor for you, Simon!" Jenna smiled, flinging her arms around him. "Well you're the best vicar ever, so he obviously wants to give you some sort of award!" "Hmm, maybe?" Reverend Morris re-read the letter. "This is totally unexpected, and a bit bizarre. I can't get my head round it." "I remember seeing Justin Welby give that speech when we were watching the Queen's funeral." Jenna said. "And to think, we're going to get to meet him! This is really exciting!" "I wish I shared your optimism my love, but I can't help but thinking that there's a catch." A few days later, Reverend Morris' fears were confirmed when a second letter arrived. "I don't believe this!" The vicar lamented as he read the Archbishop's letter. "It has come to the Archbishop's attention that there is a big plaque in St. Michael's church that commemorates a local man called Henry Barrington-Smythe, who died in 1695 and worshipped at the church. According to the covert research conducted by the Archbishop, Henry once owned a horse that he sold to someone whose second cousin twice removed, was involved in the slave trade." "I can see how that could be seen as quite triggering in this day and age," Jenna said. "But I'm sure the horse wasn't bothered." Reverend Morris slapped his forehead. "Oh this is a nightmare. The Archbishop recommends that the plaque is removed. It's not that simple though. It's actually carved into the wall, near the organ pipes. To remove it, would cause terrible damage to the wall! Our little church is so old, and we've worked so hard to fundraise to repair the roof." Jenna narrowed her eyes, seeing how distressed her husband was. This situation needed rectifying immediately. "Simon, try not to worry. When we dine at Bishop George's place, you will have the chance to put your point across to the Archbishop. Has he made this information about the plaque public?" "No," Reverend Morris replied. "To be honest, I know hardly anything about this Henry Barrington-Smythe chap. I Googled him once, and information was really scarce. Nothing on Wikipedia. A few obscure paragraphs on the parish register. He was vicar here during the 1670s and left a lot of money to the church in his will." Jenna smiled. "Oh good. So what we have here is a controlled situation." "For now. I expect he'll tweet all about it after the meeting." We'll see about that, Jenna thought to herself. The day of the meeting arrived. Reverend Morris anxiously fiddled with his clerical collar and kept checking his watch. Nearly time to set off to Bishop George's house. Presently, Jenna came breezing into the sitting room, where her husband stood, gazing out of the window at the front garden beyond. In a pale pink gown, pearl cross earrings, and her red hair swept back, she looked more suited to a red carpet event in Hollywood than a sober meal with the clergy. "Do I look alright?" She asked, knowing full well what Reverend Morris' response would be. "Oh my God, wow, you look absolutely beautiful as always, Jenna. Right well, we'd better get going." "Try not to worry, Simon." She said, kissing him. "It might not be as bad as it seems." He sighed. "St. Michael's church means so much to me. I treasure its heritage. You and I, we've both worked so hard to build up its congregation, raise money to restore the roof, the stained glass windows and to fix the dry rot in the vestry." "And we shall continue to treasure it. Don't you worry. Things might turn out alright. I'm sure an acceptable compromise can be reached." "I hope so." They headed to the car. A plan was forming in Jenna's mind. Justin Welby isn't the best-looking of men, she thought. Mind you, I don't plan on looking at his face, Bishop George was stood at the door of his home when Jenna and Reverend Morris arrived. "Great to see you both!" He smiled. "Can't say I'm happy at what the Big Boss is proposing here." "You and me both, George," Simon sighed. Jenna winked at the bishop. "Right, do go in, make yourself comfortable, there are refreshments waiting. Dinner shall be served at six. Bishop Finch was supposed to be here too, you remember him? Alas, he cried off. Dishonest and he drinks. Good bishops are so hard to find these days, eh?" Bishop George ushered him in. As Jenna walked past, he winked back at her. "I've got your red lace panties on tonight," he whispered. "A great choice!" Jenna whispered back. Reverend Morris sipped a sherry as he nervously awaited the Archbishop's arrival. Five minutes later, there was the sound of a car door being slammed shut, and Bishop George could be heard welcoming someone. "He's coming," Reverend Morris gulped. "Why do I feel like a little kid about to be sent to detention?" "God is with us," Jenna replied, patting his thigh. Bishop George entered the room. "It is a great pleasure to welcome our Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby, to dine with us this evening. Jenna and her husband stood up. "Oh good, he's come alone," Jenna smiled, fearing that his wife might have accompanied him. He was clad in a grey jacket, with black shirt, black trousers, a clerical collar and a large cross round his neck. Everyone shook hands. "Ah, Reverend Morris," the Archbishop began. "The vicar of St. Michael's. Nice to meet you at last." "Thank you, Your Grace. And this is Jenna, my wife." Jenna was quick to offer her hand. "I've wanted to meet you for such a long time, Your Grace. You're sitting next to me at the table!" The vicar's young and stunning wife had certainly caused the Archbishop to raise an eyebrow. "Am I? Well lucky old me. I am very honored!" Privately, he was astonished that the mild-mannered vicar of St. Michael's had managed to pull such a gorgeous woman. He was normally immune to such things, but found himself rather shamefully gawping at Jenna's cleavage. "What a mercy she wasn't at the Queen's funeral," he said to himself. "If she'd been sat in the crowd, I'd have struggled to concentrate." The pre-dinner conversation between Reverend Morris, Bishop George and the Archbishop remained cordial, if not a bit overly formal. While the three men spoke, Jenna was a constant figure at the Archbishop's side; laughing at his unfunny jokes, pretending to enjoy his boring stories of ministry in Africa, inquiring about Westminster Abbey, and generally hanging on his every word like an infatuated student with her tutor. Bishop George suggested his guests seat themselves at the table in preparation for the first course. The Archbishop took his seat. On his right was Jenna, and Reverend Morris was opposite him. "Bishop George is such a good cook, Reverend Morris prattled nervously. "I've dined here before and his roast dinners are something to marvel at. I, I enjoy cooking too." Sensing her husband's discomfort, Jenna cut in. "He's a much better cook than I am. Most things I cook aren't suitable for human consumption." The Archbishop chuckled. "Let us say a prayer before we dine." The first course passed without incident, but Jenna was hungry for something else. The Archbishop had launched into a lengthy monologue about hurtful plaques and statues, and Jenna sensed it was time to act. Bishop George was in the kitchen and Reverend Morris excused himself as he needed to go to the bathroom. She was alone with the leader of the Church of England, the ceremonial head of the worldwide Anglican Communion. Now was the time for the vixen to catch her prey. "You've done so many impressive things during your tenure, Your Grace. Words cannot explain how much I admire you," she continued, flattering him off the scale." "Why thank you Jenna. "I appreciate your kind words!" Jenna continued. "Your Grace, I ask you as a good Christian, would you not consider dropping this little investigation into this pesky old plaque in my husband's church? Your letter has caused him a great deal of worry, you have no idea how much, " The Archbishop adjusted his glasses. "Jenna, I have no wish to cause any distress to your husband. I am simply trying to ensure that our C of E churches are inclusive to all, and devoid of harmful imagery." He had been quietly sipping his soup. Suddenly, a strange sensation made him almost drop his spoon. Something was moving up his right leg and pushing his legs apart, the mystery thing continued to rise higher, now it was nudging his inner thigh, he realized it was Jenna's hand. "Are you enjoying your soup?" "Um, Jenna, what are you doing?" "As I was saying, your letter has stressed my husband out so much, that he and I have been unable to make love all week. Can you imagine how upsetting that has been?" Jenna continued, furtively sliding her hand across his thigh and squeezing gently. The Archbishop glanced down and then at her. "Um, well I'm very sorry to hear that." She smiled back and began rubbing his inner thigh very gently. He cleared his throat and blushed. She said nothing, but continued gently rubbing, and moving closer to that treasure she wanted to touch most of all. "Do you realize what you're doing? I am a married man!" He whispered. "I do, but you pride yourself on having a liberal outlook, yes? Anyways, there is a holy place I would very much like to explore, if I may be permitted to do so, if I may be so bold as to request permission from Your Grace, " "You are, a rather naughty vicar's wife," he whispered back, feeling his cheeks flushing. "You haven't granted permission, Your Grace." The Archbishop took a deep breath. Why was he giving in to temptation so easily? If he refused, would she kick up a fuss? Bishop George and the vicar could return at any moment. "Mrs. Morris, you may do as you wish. I am yours to explore, " This was all the permission she required. Before the Archbishop could complete his sentence, Jenna reached across the startled man's lap and quickly unzipped his trousers. He could not believe the dexterity and speed at which his beautiful assailant nimbly accomplished the task. He shot an astonished wide-eyed glance at the temptress seated next to him. Guessing his thoughts, Jenna flashed a mischievous smile and said, "Your Grace. I heard that there's a name for a bishop's staff. It's called a crosier. Am I right?" "Er, yes. That's right." Jenna swiftly freed the Archbishop's staff from his white boxer shorts. He may not have been the most handsome of men, but he had a gorgeous cock. It wasn't a monstrous length like Father Aiden's or thick like Gordon's, but it was impressive all the same. Definitely holy! The Archbishop's back stiffened and he caught his breath as he felt Jenna's soft, warm fingers wrap around his engorged fuck pole. The touch from this ravishing young beauty in the most sensual of spots sent chills throughout his body. He suppressed a gentle moan in the back of this throat as Jenna began to slowly run her hand up and down the shaft. She knew to vary the speed of her up and down motion, and could sense when the Archbishop was reaching peak ecstasy. Before he could achieve sexual release, Jenna slowed her pace or altered the movement in order to delay gratification. She wanted the Most Reverend's pleasure to extend for as long as possible. Jenna explored every feature along the length of her newest conquest's fleshy sceptre. Her delicate fingers rippled over the veiny surface, massaged the soft foreskin, and gently squeezed the head. When she reached the shaft's base, the eager filly worked her slender digits along the Archbishop's inner thigh and cupped his balls, juggling them with her fingertips. "Your Grace, I beg of you. I want to go further and worship properly. However I cannot do this unless you agree to scrap your suggestion that St. Michael's remove its plaque to Henry Barrington-Smythe. Let him and his horse rest in peace, yes? Neither of them kept slaves. I'm sure Henry sold his horse in good faith and had no idea what links the buyer had. A few years ago I gave my old smartphone to a woman at work who turned out to be a massive fan of Cliff Richard. Some might say that was a crime against humanity." The Archbishop was desperate to come. Sweat had broken out on his forehead and his glasses were steaming up. "Okay, you have my word," he sighed. "I'll scrap the whole thing!" "Thankyou, .dear Justin!" She said, using his Christian name for the first time. Carefully, Jenna removed one of her earrings. The Archbishop had to stifle a gasp as she slid out of her chair and under the table. "God," he murmured, almost incredulous at her conviction and boldness. Then with almost no hesitation, she dropped her head and closed her mouth around his throbbing shaft. The Most Reverend's breathing started to become more rapid and shallow, an indication Jenna recognized as signaling her oral exertions would soon be ending. Wanting to provide the head of the church with the greatest amount of pleasure possible, Jenna's grand finale was to deep throat his cock and vigorously jerk up and down on it. This motion had the desired effect within moments, as a muffled groan escaped the Archbishop's mouth. Jenna felt the holy rod in her mouth recoil as it shot a mighty stream of pearl-colored ejaculate down her throat. This first round was quickly followed by a second and then a third as the Most Reverend's balls unloaded their thick, milky contents. Jenna swallowed and savored every drop. It is a truth not universally acknowledged, that the taste of a man, especially a man of God, is the finest taste in the world, she thought. A final spurt missed its target and splashed down her cleavage. Only after the last discharge was launched and the Archbishop leaned back in his chair exhausted and sweaty, did Jenna finally withdraw. The Archbishop jolted in panic as Bishop George and Reverend Morris returned to the dining room. He quickly poured himself a glass of water and swallowed it. He wondered how to warn Jenna, but she'd already sensed it was time to return to her seat. "I'm sorry I was so long," Reverend Morris mumbled. "Call of nature and all that." "And silly me, I forgot to turn the oven up, but worry not, the roast beef is nearly ready!" Bishop George replied. "Understood," panted the Archbishop, wiping his glasses. Bishop George tilted his head at his Jenna's empty chair, and the movement under the table. He raised the tablecloth. "Oh I say, Jenna. Have you lost something?" "Just my pearl earring," she calmly replied. "But fortunately, I have now found it." Bishop George nodded and gave a wry smile. "So I see. And you seem to have gained a pearl necklace too!" A Ghost Appears at the Methodist Church "What are your thoughts on ghosts, Jen?" Reverend Morris said as he climbed into bed. Jenna reclined next to her husband, and ran a finger through his chest hair. "Hmm, never given them much thought. I keep an open mind. I've never seen one myself, but I'd like to! I wouldn't be scared. Just really fascinated." "I might get to see one tomorrow. I've just had a rather desperate email from Reverend Marsha Ewing over at the Oakwood Road Methodist Church. She's at her wits end. Says her church has been haunted by a persistent ghost ever since Halloween. She's tried walking around splashing holy water on the walls, saying a prayer of deliverance, but to no avail. The church has had to remain closed all week." "Whoa, that ghost must really like the Methodist church then!" Jenna said. "I haven't been in there since I was a little girl. My gran is a Methodist. I remember going to a few services. I remember it being light and airy inside, with the white balcony and pale yellow walls." "Well it's not just any old ghost that's taken up residence there. Reverend Ewing is adamant says that it's the ghost of John Wesley." "What, the John Wesley? The founder of Methodism?" Jenna blinked. "Yes. That's the bit I find really hard to believe. Not saying that Reverend Ewing is lying of course. I just can't understand why John Wesley of all people, would choose to return to this earthly realm. I mean, he was a true servant of God, a good man, who preached to the masses and led a long, pious life. Why would his soul suddenly become restless and earthbound?" Jenna was fascinated. "Maybe he didn't choose to return. Maybe someone or something lured him back, and he's got trapped somehow? Don't they say on All Hallow's Eve, the barrier between the dead and the living is broken and the dead can pop back for a visit? Or something?" "Good theory!" Reverend Morris replied. "Wesley did visit the site where the Oakwood church now stands. The church wasn't built until Victorian times, but he preached out in the open in the 1770s. The very spot where he stood is marked by a bronze statue of him. Anyways, Reverend Morris has decided to ask other members of the clergy for help. She's asked me to go along to the church tomorrow. Hopefully two vicars are better than one, and we can help John to return to the other side, so to speak." "Shouldn't Father Aiden be called along too? Like in the Exorcist?" Reverend Morris laughed. "I once watched that movie with some mates at university. I really regret eating at the time, it put me off soup for weeks. Bit different though. That was movie about demonic possession, not a haunting." Jenna thought for a while. "If you ask me, having John Wesley actually appear could be a fantastic tourism opportunity for the church. Think of the visitors it could attract. Maybe he just wanted to see one of his old worship spots again. I wish he could've brought his brother Charles along. You know how much I'm a fan of him. Did I ever tell you I once had an erotic dream about him?" "No? Tell me more!" "I was working as a tavern wench, when Charles arrived, weary after a long journey from Bristol. I led him to a bedchamber. He told me he was travelling to London, to visit his brother, John." Jenna rolled over and kissed him. The Reverend's tongue darted into her mouth, fondling hers. Her left arm stretched across his back with her hand resting between his shoulders. With her right hand, she reached down the front of his boxer shorts, slowly tracing up and down the length of his engorged cock with her palm. "And, I helped Charles overcome his writer's block, so he was able to write Hark the Herald Angels Sing." She pulled down his boxers and rolled her tongue around the head of her husband's cock, trying to get every drop of precum. "Oh, I'll never be able to think of that carol in the same way again!" Next morning, Reverend Morris headed to Oakwood Road Methodist Church. It was a small, solidly-built structure, sandwiched between a row of terraced houses, their brickwork still smoke-blackened from the days of the Industrial Revolution. "This part of town never seems to change," Reverend Morris said to himself, as he parked the car. "They call it the Victorian Quarter." The vicar of Oakwood Road Methodist Church was Reverend Marsha Ewing, a jolly, middle-aged black woman. Originally from South Carolina, she'd emigrated nearly ten years ago, and put her heart and soul into running the church. Even the dismal British weather couldn't dampen her spirits. Now for the first time, she looked a little stressed. "Thanks for coming, Simon," she said as he entered the church. "Not at all," he replied. "Always happy to assist a fellow person of the cloth. A most unusual situation this. I've never been called upon to be a "deliverance minister" before. First time for everything I guess!" "I've been going out of my mind with this. Ol' Mr. Wesley ain't for staying' quiet! I've tried everything to placate the guy but nothing works. I've tried prayer, singing hymns, talking to him. Went through the whole Ghostbusting routine. I asked Róisín, the vicar from the Living Earth Free Church to call round yesterday. She's only been in the role a few weeks, but very willing to help. We both prayed together, hoping John would find peace. But it didn't work and this morning, John appeared again, in the vestry. Took me by surprise. Started blowing papers around. And the church goes so darn cold when he appears. Actually saw him full-length today. I asked him directly, why is he so upset? He said he couldn't say why, but there's only one person who can help him. I pressed him further. He just said the person he needs lives in this town. Wouldn't say if they're male or female." "Blimey," Reverend Morris said, rubbing his chin. "That's a bit vague. It could be anyone. The population of this town is around 100,000 people! How are we ever going to find out who the right person is?" "One of the wardens suggested I post something on the church's Facebook page, but I'd rather keep it all as quiet as possible. We've already had folks making hoax phone calls and posting memes and stuff on Twitter. It ain't funny. Most of my congregation are seniors. They don't want any fuss. Some of them think I'm making the whole thing up, as a sort of viral marketing campaign to increase attendance. Some of the comments online have been nasty." Reverend Morris sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that. Well, let's pray together and see if we can help John. Not sure if I'm the one he seeks, but there's only one way to find out!" "Mm, hmm." Reverend Ewing nodded. "John Wesley is very dear to all of us here. He stood in the very spot where that statue is." She pointed to the bronze statue in the corner. "I don't want folks thinking I'm mocking his memory or anything. Must say I haven't experienced anything like this since the Orangeburg Incident of 1999." "The what?" "Oh it was when I was back in the States. So, on the night of New Year's Eve 1999, Abraham Lincoln suddenly appeared in a branch of Walgreens. Many blamed it on drug-induced paranoia brought about by the hype of the coming Millennium." "Fascinating stuff," Reverend Morris replied. He walked over to the Wesley statue. On a table next to it, were three large, newly-lit candles. "Tell me, does he look exactly like his portrait?" "Oh yes. Long white hair. Dressed all in black and with preaching bands. He's a short stack too. Around five foot four? Slightly built. He looks so miserable though, like he needs a hug or something." "The state of the world right now, I think we all need a hug," Reverend Morris said. "Okay, well I'll try my best. If I fail, I'll have to give Father Aiden from St. Gregory's a call. Let's start by saying the Lord's Prayer." The flames on the candles, which had been steady, flared and writhed, drawn upward by a draft that the two of them couldn't feel. Salamanders of yellow light wriggled across the previously dark side of Reverend Ewing's face. When she looked at the candles, her eyes were as yellow as moons low on the horizon. "He's coming." Quickly the candle flames subsided. The church chandeliers dimmed and brightened, dimmed and brightened, like the flickering lights in the classic old movie Gaslight. Reverend Morris felt a growing sense of fear. The temperature in the church had plummeted. He tried talking to the spirit directly. "The Lord be with you. Lift up your heart, John. I welcome to you to this place of worship. My name is Reverend Simon Morris and I, " From behind him came not a hand and not, as he might have expected, a blast of heat, but a hissing cold that first prickled the nape of his neck and then seemed to drill into the summit of his spine, through the base of his skull. Throughout all this, Reverend Ewing remained calm. "Simon," she whispered. "He's behind you." He didn't want to turn round, afraid of coming face to face with some eldritch abomination, but he summoned his courage. There, stood right behind him, as plain as day, was John Wesley himself. At first glance, he resembled any other living person, save for a faint aura of silver light surrounding him. "Um, greetings to you, Mr. Wesley." The vicar stammered. He wondered why he was so afraid. Of all the dead persons one could meet, John Wesley was surely one of the nicest, most inoffensive ones. John's face relaxed into a smile. He put his hands together and bowed. "I thank you most sincerely. Soon, I shall experience salvation, for you are known to this person whom I seek. I hope you can bring her to me soon. I bid you a good day, " He bowed and vanished. Suddenly, in the space of thirty seconds, it was light and bright in the church. The lights stopped flickering and the gloom lifted. Outside, the clouds had rolled back from the sun. The building was suddenly and unexplainably warm too, as if the temperature had risen by about five degrees. Reverend Morris dared to exhale. "Oh! Well, that, wasn't too nerve-racking! He's a very polite ghost isn't he?" "Simon, did you hear what he said? He said her. A female relative or friend of yours is the person he's seeking!" "Wonder who it could be? Not my mum, surely. Could be Aunt Susan? I'm not seeing the connection here." "What about your wife?" Reverend Ewing suggested. He blinked. "Jenna? Oh of course! it must be her! Her grandma is a Methodist! That must be why John wants to see her!" To be continued. By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

Dinner with the Archbishop of Canterbury By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. On Monday afternoon, a letter arrived at the vicarage that took Reverend Morris by surprise. "I don't believe this!" He gasped, reading the letter out loud to Jenna. "It's from Bishop George. He says that Justin Welby, the Archbishop of Canterbury is planning to visit next week." "Whoa, " Jenna spluttered. "Yup. You and I have been invited to dine at Bishop George's place. Apparently the Archbishop is visiting several dioceses, and parish churches, and for some bizarre reason, humble little St. Michael's church has caught his eye! Bishop George states that I'll be receiving a letter from the Archbishop over the next few days, outlining the reason for his visit.""Wow, what a tremendous honor for you, Simon!" Jenna smiled, flinging her arms around him. "Well you're the best vicar ever, so he obviously wants to give you some sort of award!" "Hmm, maybe?" Reverend Morris re-read the letter. "This is totally unexpected, and a bit bizarre. I can't get my head round it." "I remember seeing Justin Welby give that speech when we were watching the Queen's funeral." Jenna said. "And to think, we're going to get to meet him! This is really exciting!" "I wish I shared your optimism my love, but I can't help but thinking that there's a catch." A few days later, Reverend Morris' fears were confirmed when a second letter arrived. "I don't believe this!" The vicar lamented as he read the Archbishop's letter. "It has come to the Archbishop's attention that there is a big plaque in St. Michael's church that commemorates a local man called Henry Barrington-Smythe, who died in 1695 and worshipped at the church. According to the covert research conducted by the Archbishop, Henry once owned a horse that he sold to someone whose second cousin twice removed, was involved in the slave trade." "I can see how that could be seen as quite triggering in this day and age," Jenna said. "But I'm sure the horse wasn't bothered." Reverend Morris slapped his forehead. "Oh this is a nightmare. The Archbishop recommends that the plaque is removed. It's not that simple though. It's actually carved into the wall, near the organ pipes. To remove it, would cause terrible damage to the wall! Our little church is so old, and we've worked so hard to fundraise to repair the roof." Jenna narrowed her eyes, seeing how distressed her husband was. This situation needed rectifying immediately. "Simon, try not to worry. When we dine at Bishop George's place, you will have the chance to put your point across to the Archbishop. Has he made this information about the plaque public?" "No," Reverend Morris replied. "To be honest, I know hardly anything about this Henry Barrington-Smythe chap. I Googled him once, and information was really scarce. Nothing on Wikipedia. A few obscure paragraphs on the parish register. He was vicar here during the 1670s and left a lot of money to the church in his will." Jenna smiled. "Oh good. So what we have here is a controlled situation." "For now. I expect he'll tweet all about it after the meeting." We'll see about that, Jenna thought to herself. The day of the meeting arrived. Reverend Morris anxiously fiddled with his clerical collar and kept checking his watch. Nearly time to set off to Bishop George's house. Presently, Jenna came breezing into the sitting room, where her husband stood, gazing out of the window at the front garden beyond. In a pale pink gown, pearl cross earrings, and her red hair swept back, she looked more suited to a red carpet event in Hollywood than a sober meal with the clergy. "Do I look alright?" She asked, knowing full well what Reverend Morris' response would be. "Oh my God, wow, you look absolutely beautiful as always, Jenna. Right well, we'd better get going." "Try not to worry, Simon." She said, kissing him. "It might not be as bad as it seems." He sighed. "St. Michael's church means so much to me. I treasure its heritage. You and I, we've both worked so hard to build up its congregation, raise money to restore the roof, the stained glass windows and to fix the dry rot in the vestry." "And we shall continue to treasure it. Don't you worry. Things might turn out alright. I'm sure an acceptable compromise can be reached." "I hope so." They headed to the car. A plan was forming in Jenna's mind. Justin Welby isn't the best-looking of men, she thought. Mind you, I don't plan on looking at his face, Bishop George was stood at the door of his home when Jenna and Reverend Morris arrived. "Great to see you both!" He smiled. "Can't say I'm happy at what the Big Boss is proposing here." "You and me both, George," Simon sighed. Jenna winked at the bishop. "Right, do go in, make yourself comfortable, there are refreshments waiting. Dinner shall be served at six. Bishop Finch was supposed to be here too, you remember him? Alas, he cried off. Dishonest and he drinks. Good bishops are so hard to find these days, eh?" Bishop George ushered him in. As Jenna walked past, he winked back at her. "I've got your red lace panties on tonight," he whispered. "A great choice!" Jenna whispered back. Reverend Morris sipped a sherry as he nervously awaited the Archbishop's arrival. Five minutes later, there was the sound of a car door being slammed shut, and Bishop George could be heard welcoming someone. "He's coming," Reverend Morris gulped. "Why do I feel like a little kid about to be sent to detention?" "God is with us," Jenna replied, patting his thigh. Bishop George entered the room. "It is a great pleasure to welcome our Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby, to dine with us this evening. Jenna and her husband stood up. "Oh good, he's come alone," Jenna smiled, fearing that his wife might have accompanied him. He was clad in a grey jacket, with black shirt, black trousers, a clerical collar and a large cross round his neck. Everyone shook hands. "Ah, Reverend Morris," the Archbishop began. "The vicar of St. Michael's. Nice to meet you at last." "Thank you, Your Grace. And this is Jenna, my wife." Jenna was quick to offer her hand. "I've wanted to meet you for such a long time, Your Grace. You're sitting next to me at the table!" The vicar's young and stunning wife had certainly caused the Archbishop to raise an eyebrow. "Am I? Well lucky old me. I am very honored!" Privately, he was astonished that the mild-mannered vicar of St. Michael's had managed to pull such a gorgeous woman. He was normally immune to such things, but found himself rather shamefully gawping at Jenna's cleavage. "What a mercy she wasn't at the Queen's funeral," he said to himself. "If she'd been sat in the crowd, I'd have struggled to concentrate." The pre-dinner conversation between Reverend Morris, Bishop George and the Archbishop remained cordial, if not a bit overly formal. While the three men spoke, Jenna was a constant figure at the Archbishop's side; laughing at his unfunny jokes, pretending to enjoy his boring stories of ministry in Africa, inquiring about Westminster Abbey, and generally hanging on his every word like an infatuated student with her tutor. Bishop George suggested his guests seat themselves at the table in preparation for the first course. The Archbishop took his seat. On his right was Jenna, and Reverend Morris was opposite him. "Bishop George is such a good cook, Reverend Morris prattled nervously. "I've dined here before and his roast dinners are something to marvel at. I, I enjoy cooking too." Sensing her husband's discomfort, Jenna cut in. "He's a much better cook than I am. Most things I cook aren't suitable for human consumption." The Archbishop chuckled. "Let us say a prayer before we dine." The first course passed without incident, but Jenna was hungry for something else. The Archbishop had launched into a lengthy monologue about hurtful plaques and statues, and Jenna sensed it was time to act. Bishop George was in the kitchen and Reverend Morris excused himself as he needed to go to the bathroom. She was alone with the leader of the Church of England, the ceremonial head of the worldwide Anglican Communion. Now was the time for the vixen to catch her prey. "You've done so many impressive things during your tenure, Your Grace. Words cannot explain how much I admire you," she continued, flattering him off the scale." "Why thank you Jenna. "I appreciate your kind words!" Jenna continued. "Your Grace, I ask you as a good Christian, would you not consider dropping this little investigation into this pesky old plaque in my husband's church? Your letter has caused him a great deal of worry, you have no idea how much, " The Archbishop adjusted his glasses. "Jenna, I have no wish to cause any distress to your husband. I am simply trying to ensure that our C of E churches are inclusive to all, and devoid of harmful imagery." He had been quietly sipping his soup. Suddenly, a strange sensation made him almost drop his spoon. Something was moving up his right leg and pushing his legs apart, the mystery thing continued to rise higher, now it was nudging his inner thigh, he realized it was Jenna's hand. "Are you enjoying your soup?" "Um, Jenna, what are you doing?" "As I was saying, your letter has stressed my husband out so much, that he and I have been unable to make love all week. Can you imagine how upsetting that has been?" Jenna continued, furtively sliding her hand across his thigh and squeezing gently. The Archbishop glanced down and then at her. "Um, well I'm very sorry to hear that." She smiled back and began rubbing his inner thigh very gently. He cleared his throat and blushed. She said nothing, but continued gently rubbing, and moving closer to that treasure she wanted to touch most of all. "Do you realize what you're doing? I am a married man!" He whispered. "I do, but you pride yourself on having a liberal outlook, yes? Anyways, there is a holy place I would very much like to explore, if I may be permitted to do so, if I may be so bold as to request permission from Your Grace, " "You are, a rather naughty vicar's wife," he whispered back, feeling his cheeks flushing. "You haven't granted permission, Your Grace." The Archbishop took a deep breath. Why was he giving in to temptation so easily? If he refused, would she kick up a fuss? Bishop George and the vicar could return at any moment. "Mrs. Morris, you may do as you wish. I am yours to explore, " This was all the permission she required. Before the Archbishop could complete his sentence, Jenna reached across the startled man's lap and quickly unzipped his trousers. He could not believe the dexterity and speed at which his beautiful assailant nimbly accomplished the task. He shot an astonished wide-eyed glance at the temptress seated next to him. Guessing his thoughts, Jenna flashed a mischievous smile and said, "Your Grace. I heard that there's a name for a bishop's staff. It's called a crosier. Am I right?" "Er, yes. That's right." Jenna swiftly freed the Archbishop's staff from his white boxer shorts. He may not have been the most handsome of men, but he had a gorgeous cock. It wasn't a monstrous length like Father Aiden's or thick like Gordon's, but it was impressive all the same. Definitely holy! The Archbishop's back stiffened and he caught his breath as he felt Jenna's soft, warm fingers wrap around his engorged fuck pole. The touch from this ravishing young beauty in the most sensual of spots sent chills throughout his body. He suppressed a gentle moan in the back of this throat as Jenna began to slowly run her hand up and down the shaft. She knew to vary the speed of her up and down motion, and could sense when the Archbishop was reaching peak ecstasy. Before he could achieve sexual release, Jenna slowed her pace or altered the movement in order to delay gratification. She wanted the Most Reverend's pleasure to extend for as long as possible. Jenna explored every feature along the length of her newest conquest's fleshy sceptre. Her delicate fingers rippled over the veiny surface, massaged the soft foreskin, and gently squeezed the head. When she reached the shaft's base, the eager filly worked her slender digits along the Archbishop's inner thigh and cupped his balls, juggling them with her fingertips. "Your Grace, I beg of you. I want to go further and worship properly. However I cannot do this unless you agree to scrap your suggestion that St. Michael's remove its plaque to Henry Barrington-Smythe. Let him and his horse rest in peace, yes? Neither of them kept slaves. I'm sure Henry sold his horse in good faith and had no idea what links the buyer had. A few years ago I gave my old smartphone to a woman at work who turned out to be a massive fan of Cliff Richard. Some might say that was a crime against humanity." The Archbishop was desperate to come. Sweat had broken out on his forehead and his glasses were steaming up. "Okay, you have my word," he sighed. "I'll scrap the whole thing!" "Thankyou, .dear Justin!" She said, using his Christian name for the first time. Carefully, Jenna removed one of her earrings. The Archbishop had to stifle a gasp as she slid out of her chair and under the table. "God," he murmured, almost incredulous at her conviction and boldness. Then with almost no hesitation, she dropped her head and closed her mouth around his throbbing shaft. The Most Reverend's breathing started to become more rapid and shallow, an indication Jenna recognized as signaling her oral exertions would soon be ending. Wanting to provide the head of the church with the greatest amount of pleasure possible, Jenna's grand finale was to deep throat his cock and vigorously jerk up and down on it. This motion had the desired effect within moments, as a muffled groan escaped the Archbishop's mouth. Jenna felt the holy rod in her mouth recoil as it shot a mighty stream of pearl-colored ejaculate down her throat. This first round was quickly followed by a second and then a third as the Most Reverend's balls unloaded their thick, milky contents. Jenna swallowed and savored every drop. It is a truth not universally acknowledged, that the taste of a man, especially a man of God, is the finest taste in the world, she thought. A final spurt missed its target and splashed down her cleavage. Only after the last discharge was launched and the Archbishop leaned back in his chair exhausted and sweaty, did Jenna finally withdraw. The Archbishop jolted in panic as Bishop George and Reverend Morris returned to the dining room. He quickly poured himself a glass of water and swallowed it. He wondered how to warn Jenna, but she'd already sensed it was time to return to her seat. "I'm sorry I was so long," Reverend Morris mumbled. "Call of nature and all that." "And silly me, I forgot to turn the oven up, but worry not, the roast beef is nearly ready!" Bishop George replied. "Understood," panted the Archbishop, wiping his glasses. Bishop George tilted his head at his Jenna's empty chair, and the movement under the table. He raised the tablecloth. "Oh I say, Jenna. Have you lost something?" "Just my pearl earring," she calmly replied. "But fortunately, I have now found it." Bishop George nodded and gave a wry smile. "So I see. And you seem to have gained a pearl necklace too!" A Ghost Appears at the Methodist Church "What are your thoughts on ghosts, Jen?" Reverend Morris said as he climbed into bed. Jenna reclined next to her husband, and ran a finger through his chest hair. "Hmm, never given them much thought. I keep an open mind. I've never seen one myself, but I'd like to! I wouldn't be scared. Just really fascinated." "I might get to see one tomorrow. I've just had a rather desperate email from Reverend Marsha Ewing over at the Oakwood Road Methodist Church. She's at her wits end. Says her church has been haunted by a persistent ghost ever since Halloween. She's tried walking around splashing holy water on the walls, saying a prayer of deliverance, but to no avail. The church has had to remain closed all week." "Whoa, that ghost must really like the Methodist church then!" Jenna said. "I haven't been in there since I was a little girl. My gran is a Methodist. I remember going to a few services. I remember it being light and airy inside, with the white balcony and pale yellow walls." "Well it's not just any old ghost that's taken up residence there. Reverend Ewing is adamant says that it's the ghost of John Wesley." "What, the John Wesley? The founder of Methodism?" Jenna blinked. "Yes. That's the bit I find really hard to believe. Not saying that Reverend Ewing is lying of course. I just can't understand why John Wesley of all people, would choose to return to this earthly realm. I mean, he was a true servant of God, a good man, who preached to the masses and led a long, pious life. Why would his soul suddenly become restless and earthbound?" Jenna was fascinated. "Maybe he didn't choose to return. Maybe someone or something lured him back, and he's got trapped somehow? Don't they say on All Hallow's Eve, the barrier between the dead and the living is broken and the dead can pop back for a visit? Or something?" "Good theory!" Reverend Morris replied. "Wesley did visit the site where the Oakwood church now stands. The church wasn't built until Victorian times, but he preached out in the open in the 1770s. The very spot where he stood is marked by a bronze statue of him. Anyways, Reverend Morris has decided to ask other members of the clergy for help. She's asked me to go along to the church tomorrow. Hopefully two vicars are better than one, and we can help John to return to the other side, so to speak." "Shouldn't Father Aiden be called along too? Like in the Exorcist?" Reverend Morris laughed. "I once watched that movie with some mates at university. I really regret eating at the time, it put me off soup for weeks. Bit different though. That was movie about demonic possession, not a haunting." Jenna thought for a while. "If you ask me, having John Wesley actually appear could be a fantastic tourism opportunity for the church. Think of the visitors it could attract. Maybe he just wanted to see one of his old worship spots again. I wish he could've brought his brother Charles along. You know how much I'm a fan of him. Did I ever tell you I once had an erotic dream about him?" "No? Tell me more!" "I was working as a tavern wench, when Charles arrived, weary after a long journey from Bristol. I led him to a bedchamber. He told me he was travelling to London, to visit his brother, John." Jenna rolled over and kissed him. The Reverend's tongue darted into her mouth, fondling hers. Her left arm stretched across his back with her hand resting between his shoulders. With her right hand, she reached down the front of his boxer shorts, slowly tracing up and down the length of his engorged cock with her palm. "And, I helped Charles overcome his writer's block, so he was able to write Hark the Herald Angels Sing." She pulled down his boxers and rolled her tongue around the head of her husband's cock, trying to get every drop of precum. "Oh, I'll never be able to think of that carol in the same way again!" Next morning, Reverend Morris headed to Oakwood Road Methodist Church. It was a small, solidly-built structure, sandwiched between a row of terraced houses, their brickwork still smoke-blackened from the days of the Industrial Revolution. "This part of town never seems to change," Reverend Morris said to himself, as he parked the car. "They call it the Victorian Quarter." The vicar of Oakwood Road Methodist Church was Reverend Marsha Ewing, a jolly, middle-aged black woman. Originally from South Carolina, she'd emigrated nearly ten years ago, and put her heart and soul into running the church. Even the dismal British weather couldn't dampen her spirits. Now for the first time, she looked a little stressed. "Thanks for coming, Simon," she said as he entered the church. "Not at all," he replied. "Always happy to assist a fellow person of the cloth. A most unusual situation this. I've never been called upon to be a "deliverance minister" before. First time for everything I guess!" "I've been going out of my mind with this. Ol' Mr. Wesley ain't for staying' quiet! I've tried everything to placate the guy but nothing works. I've tried prayer, singing hymns, talking to him. Went through the whole Ghostbusting routine. I asked Róisín, the vicar from the Living Earth Free Church to call round yesterday. She's only been in the role a few weeks, but very willing to help. We both prayed together, hoping John would find peace. But it didn't work and this morning, John appeared again, in the vestry. Took me by surprise. Started blowing papers around. And the church goes so darn cold when he appears. Actually saw him full-length today. I asked him directly, why is he so upset? He said he couldn't say why, but there's only one person who can help him. I pressed him further. He just said the person he needs lives in this town. Wouldn't say if they're male or female." "Blimey," Reverend Morris said, rubbing his chin. "That's a bit vague. It could be anyone. The population of this town is around 100,000 people! How are we ever going to find out who the right person is?" "One of the wardens suggested I post something on the church's Facebook page, but I'd rather keep it all as quiet as possible. We've already had folks making hoax phone calls and posting memes and stuff on Twitter. It ain't funny. Most of my congregation are seniors. They don't want any fuss. Some of them think I'm making the whole thing up, as a sort of viral marketing campaign to increase attendance. Some of the comments online have been nasty." Reverend Morris sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that. Well, let's pray together and see if we can help John. Not sure if I'm the one he seeks, but there's only one way to find out!" "Mm, hmm." Reverend Ewing nodded. "John Wesley is very dear to all of us here. He stood in the very spot where that statue is." She pointed to the bronze statue in the corner. "I don't want folks thinking I'm mocking his memory or anything. Must say I haven't experienced anything like this since the Orangeburg Incident of 1999." "The what?" "Oh it was when I was back in the States. So, on the night of New Year's Eve 1999, Abraham Lincoln suddenly appeared in a branch of Walgreens. Many blamed it on drug-induced paranoia brought about by the hype of the coming Millennium." "Fascinating stuff," Reverend Morris replied. He walked over to the Wesley statue. On a table next to it, were three large, newly-lit candles. "Tell me, does he look exactly like his portrait?" "Oh yes. Long white hair. Dressed all in black and with preaching bands. He's a short stack too. Around five foot four? Slightly built. He looks so miserable though, like he needs a hug or something." "The state of the world right now, I think we all need a hug," Reverend Morris said. "Okay, well I'll try my best. If I fail, I'll have to give Father Aiden from St. Gregory's a call. Let's start by saying the Lord's Prayer." The flames on the candles, which had been steady, flared and writhed, drawn upward by a draft that the two of them couldn't feel. Salamanders of yellow light wriggled across the previously dark side of Reverend Ewing's face. When she looked at the candles, her eyes were as yellow as moons low on the horizon. "He's coming." Quickly the candle flames subsided. The church chandeliers dimmed and brightened, dimmed and brightened, like the flickering lights in the classic old movie Gaslight. Reverend Morris felt a growing sense of fear. The temperature in the church had plummeted. He tried talking to the spirit directly. "The Lord be with you. Lift up your heart, John. I welcome to you to this place of worship. My name is Reverend Simon Morris and I, " From behind him came not a hand and not, as he might have expected, a blast of heat, but a hissing cold that first prickled the nape of his neck and then seemed to drill into the summit of his spine, through the base of his skull. Throughout all this, Reverend Ewing remained calm. "Simon," she whispered. "He's behind you." He didn't want to turn round, afraid of coming face to face with some eldritch abomination, but he summoned his courage. There, stood right behind him, as plain as day, was John Wesley himself. At first glance, he resembled any other living person, save for a faint aura of silver light surrounding him. "Um, greetings to you, Mr. Wesley." The vicar stammered. He wondered why he was so afraid. Of all the dead persons one could meet, John Wesley was surely one of the nicest, most inoffensive ones. John's face relaxed into a smile. He put his hands together and bowed. "I thank you most sincerely. Soon, I shall experience salvation, for you are known to this person whom I seek. I hope you can bring her to me soon. I bid you a good day, " He bowed and vanished. Suddenly, in the space of thirty seconds, it was light and bright in the church. The lights stopped flickering and the gloom lifted. Outside, the clouds had rolled back from the sun. The building was suddenly and unexplainably warm too, as if the temperature had risen by about five degrees. Reverend Morris dared to exhale. "Oh! Well, that, wasn't too nerve-racking! He's a very polite ghost isn't he?" "Simon, did you hear what he said? He said her. A female relative or friend of yours is the person he's seeking!" "Wonder who it could be? Not my mum, surely. Could be Aunt Susan? I'm not seeing the connection here." "What about your wife?" Reverend Ewing suggested. He blinked. "Jenna? Oh of course! it must be her! Her grandma is a Methodist! That must be why John wants to see her!" To be continued. By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

Matt Zunich of the Los Angeles Ghostbusters rejoins the show to update us on how things are going with Starlight Foundation's campaign to create a second Ghostbusters hospital gown for kids in their partnered medical care facilities, LAGB's upcoming holiday toy drive efforts supporting Luskin Orthopoedic Institute and what they've got on the horizon for the rest of the year and beyond. Plus, find out about the latest Ghostbusters headlines, including Jim's thoughts on Ernie Hudson's desire to reprise his role in animated format, Dan Aykroyd's commentary on future appearances in Ghostbusters films, the HasLab Ecto-1 project, and more! Interested in supporting the LA Ghostbusters in their toy drive efforts?  Head here to help out: https://www.luskinoic.org/toys-and-joy by either donating funds directly to Luskin Orthopoedic's toy drive event, or by purchasing a toy from their Amazon Registry linked on the page! Special Thanks Logo / Cover Art - Brendan Pearce, Badoochi Studios, @badoochistudios Theme Song - "Ghostbusters" by MAGNAVOX

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Celebrate 40 years of Ghostbusting as we look back at the anniversaries of the first two movies. Enjoying Stuff makes me feel good!   Jay and Shua Enjoy the 40th anniversary of Ghostbusters and the 35th of the sequel. It's a double date with Gozer and Vigo on Enjoy Stuff   News Boba Fett has become the most valuable toy in the world  Mel Brooks becomes 4th person in history to earn PEGOT status  Is there a Spaceballs sequel in the works?  Alan Tudyk's comedy series Resident Alien has been renewed for season 4 Alamo Drafthouse bought by Sony Pictures     Check out our TeePublic store for some enjoyable swag and all the latest fashion trends What we're Enjoying Shua was not ashamed to bust out the tissues as he watched the latest Pixar story featuring all our crazy emotions in Inside Out 2. It was a really great representation of becoming a teenager and can help people understand what emotions feel like. Jay is enjoying his newly installed built-in cabinets. This isn't one of those sitting-in-the-middle-of-the-room knock offs. No, these things are built right in there. So next time you need to hide from a pack of furry, toothy, alien critters, these are perfect for you!    Sci-Fi Saturdays This week on Sci-Fi Saturdays Obi-Wan Kenobi trades Coruscant for an island in the 2005 futuristic thriller The Island, starring Ewan McGregor and Scarlett Johansson. Set in a seemingly utopian society, our heroes make a discovery that cranks up the action and suddenly they will have to make their escape. Check it out today!  Make sure to play around with the interactive map on MCULocationScout.com. Plus, you can tune in to  SHIELD: Case Files where Jay and Shua talk about great stuff in the MCU.     Enjoy Movies!  In 1984 Ivan Reitman presented a unique and entertaining comedy that most people thought would never work. Written by Dan Aykroyd, Harold Ramis, and Rick Moranis, it told the story of some unusual scientists who make a paranormal discovery  that would transform New York into… You know what? You already know the plot. What really made this movie stand out was the comedy of Bill Murry, Dan Aykroyd, and all the other popular actors and comedians that filled the screen in every scene. It became the number one movie of the year, even beating out Indiana Jones!   But how could they ever follow up the success? The inevitable sequel came out 5 years later. When we find the boys this time, they are a little down on their luck. Luckily, an evil, possessed painting is going to put them back in business. Peter and Dana are no longer together and she even has a baby from a failed marriage. While this sequel didn't match the success of the first movie, it was still a fun romp with the dead and we got to see that humor again.    What's your opinion of the first two Ghostbusters films? What are your favorite parts of both? First person that emails me with the subject line, “I ain't ‘fraid of no ghosts” will get a special mention on the show.  Let us know. Come talk to us in the Discord channel or send us an email to EnjoyStuff@RetroZap.com  

Celebrate 40 years of Ghostbusting as we look back at the anniversaries of the first two movies. Enjoying Stuff makes me feel good!

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As we approach Ghostbusters Day and the 40th anniversary of the film that began the fandom, the one and only Eric Reich of Ghost Corps joins the podcast!  Eric talks with us about the many hats he wears as a Senior Vice President, Brand Manager, and Executive Producer working on the Sony lot to advocate for all things related to "Ghosts & Ghostbusting," and also tells the tale of how he came to work alongside Ivan Reitman and in support of his legacy. And of course, we discuss Eric's take on Ghostbusters Day and the celebration of the 40th anniversary of the film we all love so dearly. Plus, find out about your last Ghostbusters headlines before the big day this weekend! Special Thanks & Credits Logo / Cover Art - Brendan Pearce, Badoochi Studios, @badoochistudios Theme Song - "Ghostbusters" by MAGNAVOX

Show Notes This time in A Theater Near You, it was Ghostbusting time again as the trio traveled to their local theater to check out Frozen Empire. Do the Ghostbusters still have it, or is it time to put this franchise on ice? Let's find out! Useful Links Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire Support Geekade on Patreon Social Stuff Join us on Discord! Twitch Geekade Facebook Geekade Twitter Geekade Instagram YouTube Geekade Contact Us

This week, Adam welcomes actor Ernie Hudson! Adam and Ernie talk about his new film, "Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire", "Oz", his time working with Brandon Lee on "The Crow", his fitness routine - plus his brand new project and exactly how heavy those Proton Packs really are, today on Foundation Radio!Foundation Radio is an official Brand Partner of WWE Shop! Click this link here to shop WWE Shop and support your favorite WWE Superstar today: https://wwe-shop.sjv.io/eK26drSpecial thanks to 10th Ward Barbershop - Proudly serving the historic 10th Ward in Lawrenceville and surrounding areas, 10th Ward Barbershop is a full service barbershop offering quality haircuts, beard trims, and hot shaves. Schedule your appointment with Finn Balor and Corey Graves' favorite barbershop today!Host/Executive Producer: Adam BarnardAdditional Production/Narration: Sam KreppsResearch: Paul Brown and Geoff QuinnEngineer: Carl PannellIntro Music: "Ugly" by Dumb UglyOutro Music: "Rug Burn" by Dumb UglyMusical Accompaniment: EnrichmentCover Art Photography: Dylan EddingerWeb: www.foundationradio.netInstagram/Twitter: @thisisgoober | Twitter: @fndradiopodAdvertising requests can be sent to adam@foundationradio.net.A Butts Carlton Media production, in conjunction with Premier Podcast Network. Butts Carlton, Proprietor.

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Menu Serves as follows: Baltimore Bridge/USA Infrastructure, Diddy/Damaged Legacy, Ghostbusters Movie Review, Cowboy Carter, Kendrick Lamar, True or False Game and more. My cohost DeeNee and I thank you for tuning in and please share and review the show on your listening platform. Instagram @Loslounge_podcast Losloungepodcast@gmail.com --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/los-reyes101/message

We take a look at Grant Morrison and J. H. Williams III Batman: Black Golve this week (or at least a portion of it). We also review Ghostbusters: Back in Town #1 from Dark Horse Comics, and 3 Body Problem now on Netflix. Show your thanks to Major Spoilers for this episode by becoming a Major Spoilers Patron at http://patreon.com/MajorSpoilers. It will help ensure the Major Spoilers Podcast continues far into the future! Join our Discord server and chat with fellow Spoilerites! (https://discord.gg/jWF9BbF) REVIEWS STEPHEN GHOSTBUSTERS: BACK IN TOWN #1 Writer: Greg Pak, David M. Booher Artist: Blue Delliquanti Publisher: Dark Horse Comics Cover Price: $3.99 Release Date: March 27, 2024 A year and a half after the events of Ghostbusters: Afterlife, the Ghostbusters are officially back in business and headed to where it all began: New York City! Callie, Gary, Trevor, and Phoebe are moving into the Firehouse and ready to take on the Spengler family business... or are they? Ghostbusting on top of changing family dynamics has a way of going awry-and that's exactly what one paranormal force is counting on. See what the Big Apple has in store for the latest generation of Ghostbusters with the first installment of an all-new series that bridges the gap between Ghostbusters: Afterlife and the upcoming sequel! [rating:2.5/5] You can purchase this issue via our Amazon affiliate link - https://amzn.to/3vtlFJJ RODRIGO 3 BODY PROBLEM Based on: The Three-Body Problem; by Cixin Liu Created by: David Benioff & D. B. Weiss & Alexander Woo Platform: Netflix Release Date: March 21, 2024 Unsettling events put a group of brilliant friends on edge as a mystery unravels with origins tracing back to China during the Cultural Revolution [rating: 3.5/5] DISCUSSION BATMAN: THE BLACK GLOVE Writer: Grant Morrison Artist: J.H. Williams III Publisher: DC Comics Cover Price: $24.41 Mysterious Batman impostors begin to appear on the streets of Gotham. One of these impostors begins to kill cops, working his way toward Police Commissioner Jim Gordon as he tells his tale and waits for his prize: the life of the Dark Knight, in exchange for the lives of the precinct cops. After being captured and subsequently tortured by one of the impostors, Batman falls into a coma and his mind flashes back to a defining adventure in the life of young Bruce Wayne...the hunt for his parents' killer! You can purchase this issue via our Amazon affiliate link - https://amzn.to/3VwG5vX CLOSE Contact us at podcast@majorspoilers.com A big Thank You goes out to everyone who downloads, subscribes, listens, and supports this show. We really appreciate you taking the time to listen to our ramblings each week. Tell your friends!

We take a look at Grant Morrison and J. H. Williams III Batman: Black Golve this week (or at least a portion of it). We also review Ghostbusters: Back in Town #1 from Dark Horse Comics, and 3 Body Problem now on Netflix. Show your thanks to Major Spoilers for this episode by becoming a Major Spoilers Patron at http://patreon.com/MajorSpoilers. It will help ensure the Major Spoilers Podcast continues far into the future! Join our Discord server and chat with fellow Spoilerites! (https://discord.gg/jWF9BbF) REVIEWS STEPHEN GHOSTBUSTERS: BACK IN TOWN #1 Writer: Greg Pak, David M. Booher Artist: Blue Delliquanti Publisher: Dark Horse Comics Cover Price: $3.99 Release Date: March 27, 2024 A year and a half after the events of Ghostbusters: Afterlife, the Ghostbusters are officially back in business and headed to where it all began: New York City! Callie, Gary, Trevor, and Phoebe are moving into the Firehouse and ready to take on the Spengler family business... or are they? Ghostbusting on top of changing family dynamics has a way of going awry-and that's exactly what one paranormal force is counting on. See what the Big Apple has in store for the latest generation of Ghostbusters with the first installment of an all-new series that bridges the gap between Ghostbusters: Afterlife and the upcoming sequel! [rating:2.5/5] You can purchase this issue via our Amazon affiliate link - https://amzn.to/3vtlFJJ RODRIGO 3 BODY PROBLEM Based on: The Three-Body Problem; by Cixin Liu Created by: David Benioff & D. B. Weiss & Alexander Woo Platform: Netflix Release Date: March 21, 2024 Unsettling events put a group of brilliant friends on edge as a mystery unravels with origins tracing back to China during the Cultural Revolution [rating: 3.5/5] DISCUSSION BATMAN: THE BLACK GLOVE Writer: Grant Morrison Artist: J.H. Williams III Publisher: DC Comics Cover Price: $24.41 Mysterious Batman impostors begin to appear on the streets of Gotham. One of these impostors begins to kill cops, working his way toward Police Commissioner Jim Gordon as he tells his tale and waits for his prize: the life of the Dark Knight, in exchange for the lives of the precinct cops. After being captured and subsequently tortured by one of the impostors, Batman falls into a coma and his mind flashes back to a defining adventure in the life of young Bruce Wayne...the hunt for his parents' killer! You can purchase this issue via our Amazon affiliate link - https://amzn.to/3VwG5vX CLOSE Contact us at podcast@majorspoilers.com A big Thank You goes out to everyone who downloads, subscribes, listens, and supports this show. We really appreciate you taking the time to listen to our ramblings each week. Tell your friends!

Welcome back That! Crew! Who you going to call? Or, more importantly, was it a Frozen Empire, or closer to a Luke warm condo association? Let's find out. Join Mendte, Mashko, Features, and Baby Huey to see if the Ghostbusters are back in town or past their prime. Plus the Penguin trailer, taking place in the Batman Matt Reeves universe, as well as the trailer for Beetlejuice 2. We also break down recent Spider-Man 4 rumors and if Seth Rogen is the man to take on Venom. This show is packed to the brim, but that doesn't stop the comic reviews in this extra-long issue. From Web of Spider-Man and more Spider-Verse stories to James Bond, Moon Knight, and Cobra Commander. So hit play and let's get into it. That's That!Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/that-comic-podcast--5896499/support.

When there's something strange... in your comicbook store...who you gonna call?  The Nerds... duh.  Yes ladies and gentleman, another Wednesday means another packed issue for you all.  Rene, Bryan and Nick are on another movie review week and this time, and they'll be bringing some warmth to the Frozen Empire.  A sequel to Ghostbusters: Afterlife should get everyone excited right?  Well, the critics don't think so, but we're they right?   Like the intro music? Go check them out!  You Say Run - Palademix: https://youtu.be/Qn3xrAXyq4M?t=3428 Rainy Day - Mikado Miyabi: https://youtu.be/k3yWeS1ILdE   This Issue is Brought to You by: Bryan Quevedo, Rene Bravo & Eric Hauser   Podcasts can also be found here! YouTube: https://tinyurl.com/y6luw7uq Spotify: https://tinyurl.com/y4q64run Apple Podcasts: https://tinyurl.com/y4ztkn2o   Follow us on our socials! Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/keepingwiththenerds/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/KeepitNerds Ask us questions and leave us a like and comment! Don't forget to subscribe and leave a follow!   Follow the host's socials! Rene's Socials Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/renegbravo/ Bryan's Socials Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/turtlezbryan/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/Turtlag562 YouTube: https://tinyurl.com/y64ts759 Spotify: https://tinyurl.com/y3vjearg Nick Valero's Socials Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thenickvalero/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/thenickvalero

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Joshua and Tim cross the streams in this decisive sequel starring the O.G. Ghostbusters!

In today's special Halloween Tactical Tuesday episode, we venture into the mysterious world of ghosting to help you bust those spooky ghosts that often haunt recruiters in the candidate outreach process.It's not just candidates who ghost: recruiters and hiring managers can be guilty of disappearing too, leaving everyone in the dark. We'll explore why ghosting happens, how it affects the hiring process, and most importantly, how to prevent it from happening in the first place.So grab your ghost-busting gear and join us for this special Halloween episode of Becoming a Hiring Machine. Let's exorcise those recruitment demons once and for all!Chapters:00:00 - Unmasking the ghosting mystery in recruitment02:07 - Recruiter tips and tricks for preventing ghosting07:20 - Recruiter-candidate communication: Breaking the ghosting spell10:54 - Hiring manager ghosts: A recruiter's nightmare14:05 - Summoning hiring managers: Effective tactics16:48 - When candidates vanish: Strategies for resurrecting conversations18:53 - Podcast RecapExplore all our episodes and catch the full video experience at loxo.co/podcastBecoming a Hiring Machine is brought to you by Loxo. To discover more about us, just visit loxo.co

Welcome back to Black Hoodie Alchemy, folks! This week we have another special guest -- researcher, musician, and longtime listener of the show -- Chris Fiato, here to talk about addiction, trauma, philosophy, metaphysics, and spirituality. Heavily referenced in the discussion is Dr. Gabor Mate, the sentiments found in his book In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts, and his clinical work in Canada with the psychedelic rehabilitation of heroin addicts. Chris and I talk about some of the science of addiction and what the scientific literature has to say about effectively processing trauma while recovering from addiction, showing how this all quite naturally folds into analytic psychology and the notion of integrating the Jungian shadow. We also discuss -- after disclaimers that we are not doctors and we are not romanticizing anything, but we are simply sharing our experiences -- various psychedelic therapies like mushrooms, DMT, salvia, LSD, and ketamine (technically a not a psychedelic but still). We get into the double-edged nature of these things, and even the potential metaphysics of chemicals being psychological gateways for unexplainable phenomena. Along the way, we even get into human trafficking in conspiracy theories and proven fact, life on the streets in Massachusetts, and even the epidemic of the well-known fentanyl and its lesser known cohort XYLAZINE. Help spread awareness about this horrifying and quickly lethal combo that combats the effects of Narcan! It's all this and so much more this week on Black Hoodie Alchemy! We hope you dig it. Related BHA's on addiction and recovery: 23: Ghostbusting the Psyche 12: Mysticism, Magick & Skepticism the interview with Dr. Gabor Mate that I read from MERCH MERCH MERCH (valid until 2024) my linktree to my books and so much more! Follow up with the homie if you enjoyed this episode! Chris Fiato on Youtube Chris on Instagram And here's this week's featured music! Don't forget to support that black hoodie rap and all your favorite independent artists! Hunger Pains - Babylon Warchild Aquarium - Deca Strange Times- Deca China White - Deca --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/blackhoodiealchemy/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/blackhoodiealchemy/support

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

Matt Zunich of Los Angeles Ghostbusters returns to the program to discuss charity work, Ghostbusting and the Halloween season!  Join Matt and Jim in a discussion of LAGB's recent visit to Ghost Corps, their continued charity collaborations with Starlight Foundation, their work this Halloween Season fundraising for patients at Luskin Orthopedic Children's Hospital, their upcoming events at Seaside Oddities Expo and Scum & Villainy Cantina and so much more! Plus Jim fills you in on the Ghostbusters headlines of the week! Special Thanks & Credits Logo / Cover Art - Brendan Pearce, Badoochi Studios, @badoochistudios Theme Song - "Ghostbusters" by MAGNAVOX

Ghostbusters! In Cornwall! That's very much the premise. Alasdair returns from England's westernmost peninsula with a slew of tales about Cornish ghost-layers, spirit-quellers, exorcists and general demon-botherers. PLUS a bonus excerpt from James's appearance on The Quantum Mechanics https://t.co/kjWayikqVO, when the team went to look at a standing stone, to see if it moved. (It didn't.) Also available here: youtube.com/loremenpodcast

Cindy and Jeffrey discuss Cindy's work with discarnate entities and energies - aka "ghostbusting" - and some of the issues and challenges of clearing people, places and objects.

Welcome to The Voice of Retail podcast. I'm producer & host Michael LeBlanc, and this podcast is produced in conjunction with the Retail Council of Canada. Meet Kelly Mawhinney, Partner at Mercer, recorded together live on the mainstage recently at the RCC Retail HR conference.  In a wide-ranging and fact-based plus experienced-based conversation, we learn how retailers and others are navigating the roadblocks of talent attraction, the varied needs of in-store and hybrid team members, and the expectations of a values-driven workforce.About KellyAs a global People & Culture leader I enable innovation and organization transformation through talent leadership. My focus is the expert delivery of all HR disciplines, through leadership roles in professional services or as an industry CHRO. My specialization is Future of Work and HR Transformation. Intently client centric, digitally oriented, and experienced in pragmatic change leadership, I leverage People, Culture and Technology management disciplines to lead inclusive teams and business transformations. I've worked with SWIT - focused on women in technology, and support mentoring for STEM development in girls and women.I've enjoyed international experiences supporting Banks, Governments, Entrepreneurial and Multinationals across North America, Caribbean, and Western Europe while being based in Toronto, New York City and Amsterdam. About Michael Michael is the Founder & President of M.E. LeBlanc & Company Inc. and a Senior Advisor to Retail Council of Canada and the Bank of Canada as part of his advisory and consulting practice. He brings 25+ years of brand/retail/marketing & eCommerce leadership experience with Levi's, Black & Decker, Hudson's Bay, Today's Shopping Choice and Pandora Jewellery.   Michael has been on the front lines of retail industry change for his entire career. He has delivered keynotes, hosted fire-side discussions with C-level executives and participated worldwide in thought leadership panels. ReThink Retail has added Michael to their prestigious Top Global Retail Influencers list for 2023 for the third year in a row. Michael is also the president of Maven Media, producing a network of leading trade podcasts, including Canada's top retail industry podcast, The Voice of Retail. He produces and co-hosts Remarkable Retail with best-selling author Steve Dennis, now ranked one of the top retail podcasts in the world. Based in San Francisco, Global eCommerce Leaders podcast explores global cross-border issues and opportunities for eCommerce brands and retailers. Last but not least, Michael is the producer and host of the "Last Request Barbeque" channel on YouTube, where he cooks meals to die for - and collaborates with top brands as a food and product influencer across North America.r 

Our heroes attempt to take down the transmission station as their Ghostbusting escapades lead them to Manhattan public access! Come join us on Discord: https://discord.gg/ntaEjvc Consider supporting us on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/IndoorAdventures Merch: indooradventure.redbubble.com

Today, we're diving into the scary world of ghosting, which is all too familiar to many of us. Ghosting is the ultimate silent treatment and is the practice of someone ending a relationship without explanation and withdrawing from all communication. It's painful, cruel, and can be psychologically damaging. A brutal rejection leaves us confused, hurt, and alone. But fear not because this week's guest is leading a crusade to combat this emotional epidemic. Meet Gretta Perlmutter, the host of Coping with Ghosting, A podcast that helps people navigate heartbreak with hope and courage. Gretta is a mindset coach with a master's degree in communications and a heart full of compassion. Her goal is spreading kindness and understanding, and she'll share her strategies with us today. If you've been ghosted one too many times and are struggling to make sense of it all, this episode is for you!Gretta is on an anti-ghosting mission, helping people handle heartbreak and loss while teaching others how to move on confidently. She started a movement of compassion due to getting ghosted one too many times, leaving her alienated, upset, and angry. Gretta blamed herself for being ghosted and spent time trying to figure out what she did wrong. She questioned her self-worth and wallowed in self-pity. The positive was – the more she got ghosted, the quicker she got over it and learned that ghosting is not personal. She discovered hurt people - hurt people and cultivated compassion for her ghosts.Gretta shares how she realized ghosted had less to do with her and more to do with other people's issues. She also shares what's worked for her in the past and how to move forward while becoming stronger and more resilient than before. Kerry Brett and Gretta Perlmutter cover all things ghosting and feature the song Ghosting by artist Gustavo Zaiah, whose song is the theme song for the Coping with Ghosting podcast and is available for purchase on Amazon. Topic includes: Breaking the silence: strategies for confronting ghosting.Don't ghost yourself; how to go from haunted to healed.Ghostbusting 101: tools and techniques for dealing with ghosting.Understanding why people disappear.The impact of ghosting and how to fight back.How to empower yourself and move on from ghosting.To learn more about Gretta Perlmutter, you can find more information on her website www.copingwithghosting. Follow her on Instagram @copingwithghosting and listen to her podcast, Coping with Ghosting, on all platforms where podcasts are found.

Bob found a story about a lady that ran a half marathon by mistake.  The circumstances have to be SOOOOOO perfect, right?  If you're a runner, you can do this too:)  Also we found the easiest way to find ghosts. Your grandparents had to get out Ouija boards and light candles, but now you don't have to have your dad flicker the fuse box on and off, you can use a tesla and find as many ghosts as your heart desires.  Click below to support the show.  It helps so much!Alexi's Email List, Music and Podcast extras here!

Hey there Ghostheads! Happy New Year!It's been a minute, so Doug and Cat are checking in to keep you abreast of our latest happenings in RPG podcasts and paranormal eliminations.Progress on Ghostbusters: Resurrection continues, and Doug has a new GBRPG tool for Ghost Masters in the works: The Ectonomicon. But also, during the pandemic, Doug ran an experiment on Cat - testing out a new technique in tabletop roleplaying and collaborative storytelling that we call: "Surprise RPGs".Previously, this work was happening behind closed doors on our Patreon, but now we're taking this first experiment public in a series called K8 Was Here. If you love Ghostbusters: Resurrection, 80s cinema, and Doug's special brand of immersive roleplaying - you won't want to miss out on this all new story to tide you over while we collectively wait to hear the purr of the Central Florida Ghostbusters' neutrona wands again.LINKS:The Omniverse/ Nerdy Show Discord (https://omniverse.media/discord)K8 Was Here (http://k8washere.com)Support our projects on Patreon (https://patreon.com/omniversemedia)GBRPG.comWherever you go, and whatever you do - remember:Stay fit, keep sharp, make good decisions. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Revelator Keats Ross helped usher in the haunted autumnal swing on Anthony Tyler's Black Hoodie Alchemy podcast this October discussing hauntomancy, hungry ghosts, audiomancy and more. … HAUNT ONBHA23: Ghostbusting the Psyche (feat. Keats Ross of PragMagick)

  World renowned psychic and ghost hunter, Echo Bodine, started seeing spirits as a young girl and has been helping to set them free for over 40 years. It is said that she is a part of the world's most psychic family. In her new book, How To Live a Happily Ever Afterlife: Stories of Trapped Souls and How Not to Become One, Echo shares her experiences and compelling investigations that have led her to see the issues from a spirit's living time on Earth which have not kept them locked in place in their afterlife. In addition to the book, Patrick and Echo discuss questions around being an earthbound spirit, grief, and the lessons she has learned from the souls of recently departed friends. Visit BigSeance.com/223 for more info. Other Listening Options Direct Download Link   In this episode: Episode Teaser :00 Intro :40 World renowned psychic and ghost hunter, Echo Bodine, started seeing spirits as a young girl and has been helping to set them free for over 40 years. Most of these spirits have one thing in common—unfinished business from their lives that leaves them restless, unable to let go and move on. Some souls choose to remain closer to this dimension rather than move into the light when they die. In her new book, How To Live a Happily Ever Afterlife: Stories of Trapped Souls and How Not to Become One, Bodine shares her experiences and compelling investigations that have led her to see the issues from a spirit's living time on Earth which have not kept them locked in place in their afterlife. Each story is accompanied by an exercise that will help the reader avoid the fate of a trapped, angry, or unprepared soul. How To Live a Happily Ever Afterlife is an eye-opening look at spirits—at what compels and holds them—and what you can do to avoid the same fate. 1:23 Echo “Freaking” Bodine is how Chip Coffey refers to Echo, and he loves her delicious sugar cookies! 2:56 “My mom taught me at a really early age how to bake, and my Dad told me one time, he said, ‘Echo Lee, if you're not putting love into the things you bake, then don't even bother baking them.'” 5:43 It has been said that Echo Bodine is a part of the world's most psychic family. It all got started back in 1965 after a family dinner and a call to a psychic named Eve Olson. 6:39 The ghost busting team of Echo and her younger brother, Michael. 13:15 Echo has had an interesting year of loss, and she says she has been learning from the souls of a number of her departed friends about the dying process and the afterlife. 19:09 What is grief like as a psychic medium? 26:30 Patrick may want to stay earthbound for a bit after he dies, but is that dangerous? 28:04 The reasons ghosts choose to stay earthbound. 31:07 “Something would push her out of the bed.” 34:49 “Whatever people's beliefs are about heaven, that's what they're going to find when they get there.” 36:55 You can still have parties in Heaven! 38:39 Echo doesn't just bake to stay grounded, she makes funky and fun lamps! 42:29 Final thoughts from Echo Bodine. 44:05 A special THANK YOU to Patreon supporters at the Super Paranerd and Parlor Guest level! 45:41 Outro 48:09   For more on Echo Bodine EchoBodine.com Facebook Twitter     The Big Seance Podcast can be found right here, on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, Pandora, Spotify, TuneIn Radio, Stitcher, Amazon Music, and iHeart Radio. Please subscribe and share with a fellow paranerd! Do you have any comments or feedback? Please contact me at Patrick@BigSeance.com. Consider recording your voice feedback directly from your device on my SpeakPipe page! You can also call the show and leave feedback at (775) 583-5563 (or 7755-TELL-ME). I would love to include your voice feedback in a future show. The candles are already lit, so come on in and join the séance!  

Halloween's upon us and that means lots of creepy, spooky goings on... right? Michael and Stevie chat to Chris French and paranormal investigator Yvette Fielding about the supernatural world and whether or not ghosts actually exist... See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

If the deluge of paranormal shows tells us one thing, it is that America has a serious ghost problem.  They don't just live in abandoned psychiatric hospitals or old mansions, they can be anywhere, which is why you have to be prepared.  Enter The Ghostbusters.  With their PKE meters and electromagnetic traps, they set the […]

If the deluge of paranormal shows tells us one thing, it is that America has a serious ghost problem.  They don't just live in abandoned psychiatric hospitals or old mansions, they can be anywhere, which is why you have to be prepared.  Enter The Ghostbusters.  With their PKE meters and electromagnetic traps, they set the […]

This time around, Keats Ross of the PragMagick podcast is here to get our fingers deep in the dark recesses of our unconscious minds, doing some kinds of ghost-busting that you've probably never considered before! Yes, we'll be celebrating the Halloween season a little bit -- and for most you that are listening to this outside of October, don't be discouraged! The content is applicable to any season, but it's just so fitting right now. Yes, it's gonna be a form of hungry-ghost-busting! Keats talks to us about his multi-media work that he's entitled "Haunt Manual" discussing the aspects of our characters, our egos, our minds, and our lives that haunt us. We talk quite a bit about both eastern and western esotericism, discussing ritual and ceremony in drug rehabilitation and other forms of therapy, the archetypes of hungry ghosts and demons and angels, and the alchemical process of rooting around in our own minds in order to purify and renew what we've thrown away through trauma and misunderstanding. We also talk a little bit about Keats' history growing up with his father, a man who hosted a show very similar to the ones Keats and I host! Through his father, Keats met as a child prominent names such as Robert Anton Wilson and even Timothy Leary, which helped to inspire his own pursuits to this day. Pull the cosmic trigger: search back through the stories and art that inspired you as a child, forgive yourself for your mistakes, stop letting nostalgia and regret torment you, and dig deep into your psyches to forgive and renew the aspects that haunt you. Happy Halloween season to ya! Check out all of Keats' material here: Haunt Manual's released chapters, audio and written! pragmagick.com The featured music this week is all courtesy of Keats Ross and his artistic alter ego, Dakota Slim -- an ego that is brought up plenty throughout this conversation of ours: Wasted Bones - Dakota Slim Cactus Crown - Dakota Slim MORE COSMIC HALLOWEEN HORROR FOR YOU! my Halloween Special 2022 with Ryan Gable on his show, The Secret Teachings my Halloween Special 2020 with Miguel & Vance on Aeon Byte Gnostic Radio! Talking all things Clive Barker my Halloween Special 2021 with Miguel & Vance on Aeon Byte Gnostic Radio! Talking about my book Hunt Manual --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/blackhoodiealchemy/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/blackhoodiealchemy/support

Let's get it Cartel! I was willing to go where no other tin foil hat wearing mofo would ever go! Why? Probably money. But that's not our intent here. Our intent is to bring you the truth!! Please welcome my man Reg from Alaska. We deep dive where no other human should go! Including a hole within a hole!! Please follow Reg on Ig here and find all of his links in his bio!: @regfromalaska https://instagram.com/regfromalaska?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y= Make sure to visit https://www.owlcreekcoffee.com and make a purchase with the promo code: cartel15 for 15% off your order of this great tasting coffee. 10% of all proceeds go to people with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy!! Owl Creek Coffee on IG here: @owlcreekcoffeecompany Please like, share, subscribe and leave a review on #iTunes! Also you can feed Nigel the goat some extra shekels at my patreon if you would be so kind. He will love you for all eternity. Patreon here: patreon.com/redpillcartelpodcast Telegram here: t.me/redpillcartel Instagram here: @redpillcartelpodcast Always feel free to ask to get on the show! Email redpillcartelpod@gmail.com

On this episode of The Story & Craft Podcast, we sit down with actor, Ernie Hudson.  From his early work on television, to Ghostbusters, Miss Congeniality and Oz, Ernie has been a fixture on television and film for over fifty years.  Now, you can catch Ernie in the NBC reboot of the show Quantum Leap.  We chat about his career, what it was like to film Ghostbusters, life as a young single father and actor in Hollywood, and more.  This is an insightful chat with one of the most recognizable actors from the past few decades.  It was a pleasure to connect with the one and only Ernie Hudson and take a moment to share his story.

Who you gonna call? Probably not us. This week we're ushering in the most wonderful time of the year with a couple of ghost stories. We definitely accuse (probably falsely) someone of murder while Joyce talks about the many wives of William Haymond and how many of them are still hanging around at the super scary Haymond House in Sutton West Virginia. Also, Joyce is definitely going to be a paranormal investigator. Then we ask the age old question of "Can demons be cherubic?" while Nikki retells the story of the Sallie House in Atchison Kansas. Get cozy, sip on some pumpkin spice, and get spooky with us. 

Beware the ectoplasmic residue! Comedian, actor, podcaster and Letterboxd member Paul Scheer joins hosts Slim and Gemma to celebrate American men of the 1980s via his four Letterboxd favorites: Beverly Hills Cop, Ghostbusters, Back to the Future, and Planes Trains and Automobiles. You can upgrade to Pro/Patron at 20% off the normal price using this special URL -> https://letterboxd.com/pro/redeem/mcfly/. Upgrade to Pro/Patron to get rid of ads, customize your streaming services, view a customized stats page just for your own account, and much more. That URL automatically adds our special discount code “mcfly” to get 20% off upgrading. You can also add that word manually into the Enter Code section on the bottom left of our Pro page if you want, no big deal. Plus: the curious psychology of choosing your four Letterboxd favs; what Paul has learned about movies from hosting the How Did This Get Made and Unspooled podcasts; Slim's dream of owning Marty McFly's truck; Gemma's love for BH Cop's Jenny; why Back to the Future II stacks up; our appreciation for Bronson Pinchot; what Ghostbusters can teach us about running a small business; Paul upgrades to Patron level live on the show (without even using our limited-time discount offer — listen for the code); and why won't our damn kids love The Muppets as much as we do? Credits: This episode was recorded in Auckland, Los Angeles and Pennsylvania, and edited by Slim. Facts by Jack. Booker: Brian Formo. Transcript by Sophie Shin. Theme: ‘Vampiros Dancoteque' by Moniker. Lists and links: The Letterboxd list of films mentioned; Todd's Coffee & Donuts: A Beginner's Guide To Buddy Cop Movies list; WraithApe's Killer Synth Scores, TheRiverJordan's Sweaty Dudes Cinema, LinusMxx's SPOILER ALERT, BITCH!, Paul Scheer's The Best 3rd Ones, Coffee's i'm 16 and this is the greatest movie ever made list, and Andre de Nervaux's Posters where actors are covering up their unfortunate boners; Gemma's interview with Dean Fleischer-Camp Reviews of Beverly Hills Cop by theriverjordan, Ghostbusters by Patrick Willems and Matt Singer, RRR by Paul Scheer.

On this episode, We have a special guest!! It's Ersan!! We talk dinner, cosplay, and racism!! We also talk money. Hosted by the Comedy Duo of Serg & Joe. Dylan!! This is We Family Son!!

With more dark specters making their way around the Chicago area - it's time for the team to take action... or inaction depending on just sort of how they're feeling. Spooky stuff is happening, let's see what they do about it.  Check out our Patreon!  https://www.patreon.com/YMBWPodcast You Might Be Wondering How We Got Here is part of the Frolic Podcast Network. You can find more outstanding podcasts to subscribe to at Frolic.media/podcasts! Follow us!  https://twitter.com/ymbwpodcast   https://www.instagram.com/ymbwpodcast/   Check out all of our other stuff!   https://linktr.ee/ymbwpodcast   

We tried to keep it lite but there were a couple news stories that needed to be discussed. We got into the evolutionary question “why we gamble”. Shiba and how lame crypto was this week. Covid is rampaging and we touched on an interview that Peter McCulloch gave. Great interview. Links in show notes. Listener feedback from Egon who wanted to catch us up on his Ghostbusting girl. Also, a nice woman who's new love interest has a strange musk. Yes. Musk. Don't worry! We were able to help her. Cool shit was alot of fun and led to some terrible google hits. There was a lot more and it was very fun in the end. Do listen. Leave us feedback and do a review! We love it and we love you!BeerFitzLumberbeared Brewing -BDSBlock 15 - Figgy Pudding Spiced Old Ale - Aged in Brandy BarrelsMcShaneFoundation Brewing CompanyJam Packed Just PeachyDogfish Utopia World Wide StoutListener Thank you's#2 in News and News Commentary!Andrea Tolman - Grisly Grapes PodYeti Yeff of the 8750 PodcastJonathan Jones of Your Podcast Mentor ShowRob Owen of Film Geezers PodcastJose Angel of Save Your SorryBrian and John of The Big BalanceKelli Madden of Drunk TheoryShiba Minute Shiba sucked this week. Crypto Sucked. It all sucksNews Rigel Aguilera-Mederos Truck driver given 110 years in prisonIt's Covid Season! That's Mainstream Media! Media Ramp upDon't fucking panic - Be SmartPeter A. McCulloughElon Musk Man of the YearTotally fucking with Elizabeth WarrenDemi Lovatto Sings to Ghosts to Overcome SexismAsk Whiskey HellFollow up from EgonCool ShitBig Mouth Christmas Special