Podcasts about gods

The Mystic is a fun woo-woo archetype, but do not piss her off or else you'll meet her evil side: the Betrayer.  How do each of these beauties show up in reality TV? Jolenta thinks Dorinda Medley from the Real Housewives of New York is the perfect example of the Mystic/Betrayer dichotomy. Hot Mess-terpiece Insta SOURCES: Mythos: A Retelling of the Myths of Ancient Greece, by Stephen Fry Greek Mythology: Gods and Heroes Brought to Life, by Robert Garland The Greek Myths, by Robert Graves Mythology: Timeless Tales of Gods and Heroes, by Edith Hamilton 45 Master Characters, by Victoria Lynn Schmidt Bravo Shows - Peacock Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

$1 Patreon sale "DRAMA": https://www.patreon.com/cw/illuminatiwatcherOn today's episode of the Occult Symbolism and Pop Culture with Isaac Weishaupt podcast we're tracing ‘6–7' from a Philly drill rapper named Skrilla, through Santería rituals, blood sacrifice, and an Orisha trickster god of the crossroads, all the way to Crowley, 777, John Dee's 007, and the number 13 as a symbol of breaking God's order. Is ‘6–7' just dumb brain-rot slang, or a chaos sigil the culture is unconsciously manifesting? $1 Patreon sale! Promo Code “DRAMA” (expires Nov 30, 2025): https://www.patreon.com/cw/illuminatiwatcherLinks:I'm back on YouTube! https://www.youtube.com/@occultsymbolism (*Supporter feeds Tier 2 members get videos with early access, no ads)Beyonces Black is King: Crowleys Queen Bee of Thelema 777 the Goddess Worship and Alien Gods through Disney!https://www.illuminatiwatcher.com/beyonces-black-is-king-crowleys-queen-bee-of-thelema-777-the-goddess-worship-and-alien-gods-through-disneyShow sponsors- Get discounts while you support the show and do a little self improvement!*CopyMyCrypto.com/Isaac is where you can copy James McMahon's crypto holdings- listeners get access for just $1 WANT MORE?... Check out my UNCENSORED show with my wife, Breaking Social Norms: https://breakingsocialnorms.com/GRIFTER ALLEY- get bonus content AND go commercial free + other perks:*PATREON.com/IlluminatiWatcher : ad free, HUNDREDS of bonus shows, early access AND TWO OF MY BOOKS! (The Dark Path and Kubrick's Code); you can join the conversations with hundreds of other show supporters here: Patreon.com/IlluminatiWatcher (*Patreon is also NOW enabled to connect with Spotify! https://rb.gy/hcq13)*VIP SECTION: Due to the threat of censorship, I set up a Patreon-type system through MY OWN website! IIt's even setup the same: FREE ebooks, Kubrick's Code video! Sign up at: https://illuminatiwatcher.com/members-section/*APPLE PREMIUM: If you're on the Apple Podcasts app- just click the Premium button and you're in! NO more ads, Early Access, EVERY BONUS EPISODE More from Isaac- links and special offers:*BREAKING SOCIAL NORMS podcast, Index of EVERY episode (back to 2014), Signed paperbacks, shirts, & other merch, Substack, YouTube links, appearances & more: https://allmylinks.com/isaacw *STATEMENT: This show is full of Isaac's useless opinions and presented for entertainment purposes. Audio clips used in Fair Use and taken from YouTube videos. 

Sometimes the most ‘mundane' horror is the scariest, as we learn from author Grace Daly. She joins us to talk about the intersection of medical horror, comedy, and Irish folklore, as well as provides some great context for the Midwestern desire to be a part of Team Ignorant! Content Warning: This episode contains conversations about or mentions of ableism, death, disability, medical discrimination, gore, dismemberment, natural disasters, nuclear bombing, colonialism, and religious trauma. GuestGrace Daly is a disabled author with multiple invisible chronic illnesses. She is published in the horror anthologies Rewired and Sand, Salt, Blood, as well as in Allegory E-Zine, the Timber Ghost Press blog, and the Tales to Terrify podcast, among others. Her debut novel, a horror comedy titled “The Scald-Crow”, is out now with Creature Publishing.Housekeeping- Books: Check out our previous book recommendations, guests' books, and more at spiritspodcast.com/books- Call to Action: Get our Old Wives' Tale Teller Corduroy Hat!- Submit Your Urban Legends Audio: Call us! 617-420-2344Sponsors- Bookshop.org, where you can now use the code we shared in the midroll to get 10% off your purchase!Find Us Online- Website & Transcripts: spiritspodcast.com- Patreon: patreon.com/spiritspodcast- Merch: spiritspodcast.com/merch- Instagram: instagram.com/spiritspodcast- Bluesky: bsky.app/profile/spiritspodcast.com- Twitter: twitter.com/spiritspodcast- Tumblr: spiritspodcast.tumblr.comCast & Crew- Co-Hosts: Julia Schifini and Amanda McLoughlin- Editor: Bren Frederick- Music: Brandon Grugle, based on "Danger Storm" by Kevin MacLeod- Artwork: Allyson Wakeman- Multitude: multitude.productionsAbout UsSpirits is a boozy podcast about mythology, legends, and folklore. Every episode, co-hosts Julia and Amanda mix a drink and discuss a new story or character from a wide range of places, eras, and cultures. Learn brand-new stories and enjoy retellings of your favorite myths, served over ice every week, on Spirits.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

On this episode of Peace Bound and Down: A Wonder Woman Podcast, Sean is joined by Alex Orman to discuss issue 13 of volume two of Wonder Woman. It's the conclusion of the Challenge of the Gods, and Diana learns her ultimate purpose and fate, Hypolita learns the fate of Herakles, and the gods learn the true power of Wonder Woman! This podcast is a proud member of the FIRE AND WATER PODCAST NETWORK: Fire & Water website: http://fireandwaterpodcast.com Fire & Water Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/FWPodcastNetwork Fire & Water on Twitter/X: https://x.com/FWPodcasts Fire & Water on Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/fwpodcasts.bsky.social Fire & Water Podcast Network on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/fwpodcasts Promos: Longbox Review Bringing a little peace to man's world each month.

We welcome in author Ryan Melsom for a wide ranging discussion centered on his newest techno thriller in the cyberpunk tradition.Set in the near future after the world we know collapsed andwas rebuilt through new AI-powered technology, Gods of aNew World is a a mind-bending cyberpunk thriller of rebellionand redemption."I think we're all wondering what the explosion of artificialintelligence means for the future of humanity, and that'sexactly what Gods of a New World explores,” says Melsom.“I've long been fascinated by the intersections amongtechnology, society, and spirituality, so I feel like my interestswere made for this moment.”“Gods of a New World is a fascinating exploration of an all-too-plausible future, and also a fast-paced adventure with an intriguing dose of metaphysicalspeculation,.The trillionaires were powerful enough to reshape the world, but it wasn't enough. Now theywant more . . .In a world where trillionaires assisted by powerful AIs call themselves gods, a world wheremiracles are engineered and secret technology is wired into the very air, James Kessler andMaree Shell stumble upon a conspiracy that defies possibility: the new gods' plan to encodetheir consciousness into the world and seize control of reality itself, to literally become the godsthey have so far only pretended to be.From the world's gleaming new AI-crafted cities to the crumbling ruins of the old ones, the twounlikely allies, one a childhood survivor of the Bad Times and the other a privileged daughter of2wealth, must run a gauntlet of hostile AIs, vengeful modern-day gods, and mysterious ancientdeities, desperately trying to disrupt the plans of the most powerful people who have everlived. Nothing less than the fate of free will itself hangs in the balance.More about the authorRyan Melsom has never stopped dreaming about new ways he could get ideas out of his headand into the world. He holds a PhD in literature from Queen's University and has long beenfascinated with the interplay among culture, technology, spirituality, spaces, and humannature. Through the years he has explored these topics through numerous creative media,including two previous works of fiction, academic writing, experimental web spaces, musicprojects, and a black belt in karate. He grew up in Kamloops, British Columbia, and now lives inOttawa with his wife and two boys

Pastor Natalie Morris invites us to picture the awe of God's throne from Revelation and reminds us from Hebrews 4:15-16 that, because of Jesus our High Priest, we can approach God with confidence to receive mercy and grace. She calls us to fix our focus on Him and bring our real needs before His throne.

In this episode, I sit down with Jonathan Mahler, author of The Gods of New York, to explore the four years that transformed America's greatest city—and foretold the divisions that would come to define the nation.From Wall Street's boom to the crack epidemic, from Howard Beach to the Central Park jogger case, from ACT UP to Spike Lee, the New York of 1986–1989 was a city teeming with conflict, creativity, and change. Mahler paints a vivid portrait of a metropolis at war with itself: between greed and grit, privilege and poverty, rebirth and decay.Together, we discuss how this pivotal era gave rise to figures like Donald Trump, Al Sharpton, Ed Koch, and Rudy Giuliani—and why the battles of 1980s New York still echo in today's America.Support the show

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Wat is de schepping?De schepping is de som van al Gods Gedachten, oneindig in getal en overal totaal zonder beperkingen. Alleen liefde schept, en alleen als zichzelf. Er is geen tijd geweest waarin al wat zij geschapen heeft er niet was. Noch zal er een tijd zijn waarin wat zij ook schiep enig verlies lijdt. Voor eeuwig en altijd zijn Gods Gedachten precies zoals ze waren en zoals ze zijn, onveranderd door de tijd heen en nadat de tijd voorbij is.Aan Gods Gedachten is alle macht gegeven die hun eigen Schepper heeft. Want Hij wil aan liefde toevoegen door haar uit te breiden. Zo heeft Zijn Zoon deel aan de schepping en moet hij daarom delen in de macht om te scheppen. Wat God gewild heeft dat voor eeuwig Eén is zal nog Eén zijn wanneer de tijd is gedaan; en het zal door de loop der tijden niet worden veranderd, en blijven zoals het was voor de gedachte aan tijd begon.De schepping is het tegendeel van alle illusies, want de schepping is de waarheid. De schepping is de heilige Zoon van God, want in de schepping is Zijn Wil in ieder aspect compleet, ervoor zorgend dat elk deel het geheel bevat. Haar eenheid is voor eeuwig als onschendbaar gewaarborgd, blijft eeuwig in Zijn heilige Wil bewaard, buiten elke mogelijkheid tot schade, scheiding, onvolmaaktheid, en buiten enige smet op haar zondeloosheid.Wij zijn de schepping, wij de Zonen van God. We lijken elk apart te zijn en ons niet bewust van onze eeuwige eenheid met Hem. Maar achter al onze twijfels, voorbij al onze angsten is nog altijd zekerheid. Want liefde blijft bij al haar Gedachten, terwijl haar zekerheid de hunne is. De Godsherinnering is in onze heilige denkgeest, die zijn eenheid en verbondenheid met zijn Schepper kent. Laat onze functie erin bestaan alleen deze herinnering terug te doen keren, alleen Gods Wil op aarde te laten geschieden, alleen onze innerlijke gezondheid weer terug te vinden en slechts te zijn zoals God ons geschapen heeft.Onze Vader roept ons. We horen Zijn Stem en we vergeven de schepping in de Naam van haar Schepper, de Heiligheid zelf, wiens Heiligheid gedeeld wordt door Zijn eigen schepping, wiens Heiligheid nog altijd deel is van ons.LES 322Ik kan slechts opgeven wat nooit werkelijk was.Ik offer illusies op, meer niet. En zodra illusies verdwijnen vind ik de geschenken die ze probeerden te verbergen, die in een stralend welkom op me wachten, klaar om mij Gods aloude boodschappen te geven. Zijn herinnering woont in elk geschenk dat ik van Hem ontvang. En iedere droom dient alleen om het Zelf te verhullen dat Gods enige Zoon is, Zijn evenbeeld, de Hoogheilige, die nog steeds voor eeuwig in Hem verblijft, zoals Hij nog steeds in mij.Vader, voor U blijft elk offer voor eeuwig ondenkbaar. En dus kan ik niet offeren, behalve in dromen. Zoals U me geschapen hebt, kan ik niets opgeven wat U mij gegeven hebt. Wat U niet gegeven hebt, heeft geen werkelijkheid. Welk verlies kan ik verwachten behalve het verlies van angst en de terugkeer van liefde in mijn denkgeest?Alle tekst- werk en handboek klassen van Een Cursus in Wonderen met Elbert nu te beluisteren en te bekijken op https://decursusmetelbert.nl

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Aan de slag!Neem een moment om je zorgen bij Hem neer te leggen. En oefen vandaag om – iedere keer als je je weer zorgen maakt – dit bij God te brengen. Wat doet dat met je?Deze overdenking is geschreven door schrijfster Marianne de Bart-van der Lee.

God wil dat onze hartsgesteldheid vergevingsgezind is. Wij moeten er allemaal voor kiezen om God te gehoorzamen en bereid te zijn elke aanval, van de kleinste tot de grootste, te willen vergeven, ongeacht hoe goed de duivel zijn best doet om onze gedachten te vergiftigen met bitterheid. Dit is vaak makkelijker gezegd dan gedaan. Maar God verwacht niet van je dat je het alleen doet. Je kunt niet vergeven zonder de kracht van de Heilige Geest. Het is te moeilijk om het uit jezelf te doen, maar als je oprecht welwillend bent, dan stuurt Hij de Geest om je te helpen. Je hoeft alleen maar bereid te willen zijn om nederig Zijn hulp te willen inroepen. In Johannes 20:22 blies Jezus over de discipelen en zei: " Ontvang de Heilige Geest!" Zijn volgende instructie was om mensen te vergeven. Hetzelfde zegt Hij tegen jou. Hij wil je vervullen met de Heilige Geest en je in staat stellen om te vergeven, maar je moet het vragen en Hem ontvangen. God kan je de kracht geven om elke vorm van bitterheid en onvergevingsgezindheid uit je hart te verwijderen. Vraag God om de Heilige Geest over je heen te blazen zodat je degene kunt vergeven die je gekwetst heeft.

Our Hindi Heartland has more people than the USA and Western Europe combined -- and is arguably more diverse. Ghazala Wahab joins Amit Varma in episode 431 of The Seen and the Unseen to describe her research into those states -- and much else, including being an outspoken Muslim woman in India, and the future of warfare.  (FOR FULL LINKED SHOW NOTES, GO TO SEENUNSEEN.IN.) Also check out: 1. Ghazala Wahab on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, LinkedIn, Amazon, the Wire and Force. 2. The Hindi Heartland -- Ghazala Wahab. 3. Born a Muslim: Some Truths About Islam in India — Ghazala Wahab. 4. Dragon On Our Doorstep — Pravin Sawhney and Ghazala Wahab. 5. The Peacemakers -- Edited by Ghazala Wahab. 6. Force — The magazine edited by Ghazala Wahab. 7. Being Muslim in India — Episode 216 of The Seen and the Unseen (w Ghazala Wahab). 8. The Future of War -- Episode 112 of Everything is Everything. 9. A Deep Dive Into the Indian Military -- Episode 31 of Everything is Everything. 10. A Deep Dive Into Ukraine vs Russia — Episode 335 of The Seen and the Unseen (w Ajay Shah). 11. The State of the Ukraine War — Episode 14 of Everything is Everything. 12. The Innovator's Dilemma -- Clayton Christensen. 13. Tanhaiyaan and Parchaiyan. 14. What Just Happened Between India & Pakistan? -- Episode 418 of The Seen and the Unseen (w Pranay Kotasthane & Aditya Ramanathan). 15. The Age of Hybrid Warfare -- Episode 84 of Everything is Everything. 16. The Broken Script — Swapna Liddle. 17. Swapna Liddle and the Many Shades of Delhi — Episode 367 of The Seen and the Unseen. 18. The Refreshing Audacity of Vinay Singhal — Episode 291 of The Seen and the Unseen. 19. Stage.in. 20. Gods, Guns and Missionaries: The Making of the Modern Hindu Identity — Manu Pillai. 21. The Forces That Shaped Hinduism — Episode 405 of The Seen and the Unseen (w Manu Pillai). 22. Early Indians: The Story of Our Ancestors and Where We Came From — Tony Joseph. 23. Early Indians — Episode 112 of The Seen and the Unseen (w Tony Joseph). 24. Who We Are and How We Got Here — David Reich. 25. Caste, Capitalism and Chandra Bhan Prasad — Episode 296 of The Seen and the Unseen. 26. How the BJP Wins — Prashant Jha. 27. The BJP's Magic Formula — Episode 45 of The Seen and the Unseen (w Prashant Jha). 28. We Are All Amits From Africa — Episode 343 of The Seen and the Unseen (w Krish Ashok and Naren Shenoy). 29. Episodes of The Seen and the Unseen that touched on women's participation in the labour market with Namita Bhandare, Shrayana Bhattacharya and Ashwini Deshpande. 30. Another India -- Pratinav Anil. 31. Influence of Islam on Indian Culture -- Tara Chand. 32. Political Economy of Colonial and Post-Colonial India -- Aditya Mukherjee. 33. The Identity Project -- Rahul Bhatia. 34. Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa -- Kundan Shah. 35. Ahmad Faraz on Wikipedia and Rekhta. 36. Pretty Woman -- Garry Marshall. 37. Harry Potter : The Complete Collection -- JK Rowling. 38. Home Fire -- Kamila Shamsie. 39. Yeh Hawa Yeh Raat Yeh Chandni -- Song from Sangdil. 40. Madhumati -- Salil Chowdhury. 41. Andaz -- Naushad. 42. Amar -- Naushad. 43. Elvis Presley and Perry Como on Spotify. 44. Na To Karvan Ki Talash Hai -- Song from Barsaat ki Raat. This episode is sponsored by CTQ Compounds. Check out The Daily Reader and FutureStack. Use the code UNSEEN for Rs 2500 off. Amit Varma and Ajay Shah have launched a new course called Life Lessons, which aims to be a launchpad towards learning essential life skills all of you need. For more details, and to sign up, click here. Amit and Ajay also bring out a weekly YouTube show, Everything is Everything. Have you watched it yet? You must! And have you read Amit's newsletter? Subscribe right away to The India Uncut Newsletter! It's free! Also check out Amit's online course, The Art of Clear Writing. Episode art: 'Heartland' by Simahina.

This week we serve up some small batch film review with one of the year's most anticipated films and our first time talking about Guillermo del Toro with Frankenstein. Journey with us as we discuss this new adaptation of the classic Mary Shelley novel along with all the design elements that really make this film stand out. And what about the creature himself and his unique design? Is this a modern horror/dramatic masterpiece or is it too dense for its own good? So pour some rye, grab your lab coat, and get ready for an age of Gods and Monsters from Mr. del Toro. Cheers!

The plagues of Egypt directly targeted Egypt's false gods, proving the superiority of Israel's God. Each plague dismantled the supposed power of a particular deity, leaving no doubt that the true Creator rules over all. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/1232/29?v=20251111

Send us a textIn celebration of the 100th episode of New Humanists, we do an extended episode that is a retrospective, discussing the history of the Ancient Language Institute and the New Humanists podcast, has some updates on what we're up to at the moment, and a peek behind the curtain so listeners can find out what is upcoming at ALI and on the podcast. We also welcome both Colin Gorrie and Luke Ranieri to the show to discuss Ekho: The Ancient Language Streaming App.Alan Jacobs's The Year of Our Lord 1943:  https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9780190864651Jacques Maritain's Education at the Crossroads: https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9781685953423W.H. Auden's Vocation and Society: https://www1.swarthmore.edu/library/auden/documents/vs.pdfC.S. Lewis's The Abolition of Man: https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9780060652944Simone Weil's The Need for Roots: https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9780415271028T.S. Eliot's Notes Towards the Definition of Culture: https://amzn.to/4p5ubVoKenneth Grahame's The Wind in the Willows: https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9781402782831Introduction to Latin Poetry: https://ancientlanguage.com/intermediate-latin-ii/Introduction to Ancient Greek Poetry: https://ancientlanguage.com/ancient-greek-intro-poetry/Introduction to Old English Poetry: https://ancientlanguage.com/intermediate-old-english-ii/Colin Gorrie's Ōsweald Bera: An Introduction to Old English: https://ancientlanguage.com/vergil-press/osweald-bera/Learn Old English at ALI: https://ancientlanguage.com/register-for-old-english/Learn Old Norse (through Old English) with ALI: https://ancientlanguage.com/old-norse-through-old-english/Laura Spinney's Proto: https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9781639732586Colin Gorrie's interview of Laura Spinney: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nVIV-qaHHYLuke Ranieri's Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/LukeRanieriThe Ranieri-Roberts Approach to Ancient Greek: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vwb1wVzPecApuleius' The Golden Ass: https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9780253200365Xenophon's An Ephesian Tale: https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9781514295557Benjamin Kantor's The Pronunciation of New Testament Greek: https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9780802878311Lucian's Assembly of the Gods: https://amzn.to/4peTcxBNew Humanists is brought to you by the Ancient Language Institute: https://ancientlanguage.com/Links may have referral codes, which earn us a commission at no additional cost to you. We encourage you, when possible, to use Bookshop.org for your book purchases, an online bookstore which supports local bookstores.Music: Save Us Now by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com

In this deeply personal conversation, I welcome back Will Spencer to discuss our shared journeys to Christianity and the spiritual revival currently unfolding. We begin by connecting over musician Nick Mulvey's recent testimony of faith, which moves us both to tears as we recognize kindred spirits joining the Kingdom of God. Will shares his journey from being what Carl Teichrib calls "Perennial Man" - traveling the world, exploring transformational festivals, and seeking through psychedelics - to finding true peace in scripture. We discuss the challenges of navigating relationships with those still in New Age circles, the importance of genuine repentance versus simple regret, and how Christianity offers complete freedom from the burdens that no amount of therapy or spiritual practice could lift. Will's story of concrete blocks at the bottom of his psyche that dissolved through sanctification beautifully illustrates the peace that surpasses understanding, available to all who come to faith.Will Spencer is an evangelist and adventurer who journeyed from Stanford University and the Dotcom Boom through 30 countries. He's explored spiritual traditions worldwide: from meditation in the Himalayas to ayahuasca retreats in the Amazon. The Lord found him at the Burning Man festival in Nevada. Now he hosts The Will Spencer Podcast and helps rescue men from destructive thinking and find their way to Christ. Follow him on X @renofmen, on YouTube @willspencerpod or via his Linktree.Will Spencer originally appeared on episode 181 of my podcast, From Ayahuasca to Christ: Will Spencer on Escaping the Serpent's Deception. That conversation was one of three (along with 182 and 184) that were censored on Spotify for several weeks due to inane AI copyright flagging issues detailed in episode 187. Fortunately, after extensive advocacy, those episodes have been re-released and are available on Spotify once again; they have remained consistently available on all other audio platforms and YouTube. At this time, I can only hope that the root cause of the issue has been addressed and Spotify will not wrongfully remove any more of my episodes. However, should any appear missing, you can find them on any other platform of your choice starting here. Nick Mulvey links mentioned:Testimony, "My Ancient Friend"Song, Fever to the FormAlbum about coming to the faith: Dark Harvest Part 1, Dark Harvest Part 2Books mentioned:Game of Gods by Carl TeichribPilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan[00:00:00] Start[00:01:06] Introduction To Guest Will Spencer[00:04:14] Stephanie's Public Declaration Of Faith[00:07:42] How Music Opened The Door To God[00:13:05] Leaving The New Age Behind[00:19:20] Finding Truth Through Scripture[00:25:48] Lessons From Ecclesiastes And Solomon[00:33:12] CS Lewis And The Reality Of Choice[00:42:07] Will's Baptism And Early Faith Journey[00:53:44] Recognizing God's Guidance Through Crisis[01:04:30] The Battle Between Ego And Surrender[01:16:18] From Therapy To Faith-Based Coaching[01:29:47] Spiritual Leadership And Masculine Purpose[01:41:55] Women, Compassion, And Biblical Strength[01:55:12] Peace Beyond Understanding And Closing ReflectionsROGD REPAIR Course + Community gives concerned parents instant access to over 120 lessons providing the psychological insights and communication tools you need to get through to your kid. 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Today I welcome Anthony Miller onto the podcast. Anthony shares his journey through a series of ontologically shocking events ranging from cultural to political to religious to exploring the very fabric of reality. This resulted in him developing a contact protocol that, to put it lightly, was a success. Anthony Miller is the co-host of "Fire In The Cosmos" (formerly "Obliterate The Construct"), a video podcast with Sinéad Whelehan examining the wide-ranging connections between consciousness, various anomalous phenomena, mystical experiences, and human potential. He is also the state lead for the Virginia chapter of Citizens for Disclosure, a volunteer activist group under the New Paradigm Institute pushing for UFO disclosure in Congress and destigmatizing the topic throughout society.Anthony is an experiencer of various anomalous phenomena who has learned the importance of taking a broad, non-dualistic, and integral approach in the exploration of consciousness and our greater reality, seeking to communicate this in both his public and private outreach efforts. With a career in open source intelligence (OSINT), he leverages his expertise in media and disinformation analysis to raise awareness on the narratives and constructs that have co-created and continue to permeate our perceived realities, and how we can regain agency and re-enchant our world. Anthony holds a master's degree in Public Policy & National Security from George Mason University and a B.A. in International Studies from Virginia Tech. Recently, he has started a position as Fundraiser for the nonprofit Consciousness Hub -- a community for those exploring the nature of reality, inner growth, and expanded awareness, featuring live events, meditations, imagination journeys, and practical tools that support real change.Fire In The Cosmos LinksYouTube (Video)Spotify (Audio)Patreon (Support & Community)InstagramX/TwitterFacebookListen to my recent appearance on⁠⁠ Gods, Ghosts and UFOs.⁠⁠Become a patron at the EarthLovers $10 tier by visiting ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠patreon.com/robinlassiter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and get access to two Community Gatherings per month. ⁠⁠Earth: A Love Story is now an ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠AUDIOBOOK!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠My book ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Earth: A Love Story⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠exists as a physical object in the world. Deep forever gratitude to those of you who have purchased the book and left reviews on Amazon. Thank you, thank you, thank you.Our beautiful musical soundscapes are provided by Morgan Jenks. You can support ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠his new album on ⁠⁠bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, or find out more at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠morganjenks.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Find me on instagram⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@robin_lassiter_honeyheart⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@earth_a_love_story⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠To join my mailing list or book a 1:1 session with me, visit ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠robinlassiter.com⁠⁠⁠

Ben and Rob enter The Void (2016), the cosmic horror fever dream from director Steven Kostanski and the Astron 6 collective. We talk about who Steven Kostanski really is, how he went from practical effects legend to full blown cult horror auteur, and why The Void became one of the most impressive low budget horror triumphs of the 2010s.We break down how grief and trauma bond every character in The Void, how the film uses loss as its emotional architecture, and why the personal suffering at the centre of this story makes the cosmic elements even more terrifying. Is it a metaphor for grief consuming us? A commentary on the cycle of generational harm? Or is Steven Kostanski simply telling us that the universe does not care, so we have to care for each other?CONSUUUME to find out all this and much, much more!PLUS! We have a Patreon with EXCLUSIVE content just for you starting at just ONE POUND a month - click the link below!Find us on your socials of choice at www.linktr.ee/everymovieeverpodcast

Hour of destiny daily devotional is a daily spiritual food for inspiration, impartation, guidance, and nourishment for Gods children. It is one of Gods ways of speaking to His children daily about their lives, family, and job.Host - Rev Mike EniolaConnect with us on our official channels.https://www.instagram.com/hourofdestinyTiktok- tiktok.com/@hour.of.destinyTelegram - https://t.me/hourofdestiny_dailyYouTube - https://youtube.com/‎⁨@hourofdestiny⁩  Spotify Subscription https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hourofdestiny/subscribePLEASE LIKE, COMMENT, AND SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY, GOD BLESS YOU.

Stel je voor: een storm op zee en een slapende profeet op de vlucht. Jona ontvlucht zijn roeping omdat hij geen genade wil verlenen aan vijanden. Gods liefde reikt echter ver, zelfs tot hen die we haten. Hoe ga jij om met mensen die je liever vermijdt?

In this Bible Story, Paul is nearly stoned to death by Jewish Christians who seek to control Gentiles by the law. They are dangerous and controlling. Yet Paul does not let the stones stop him. This story is inspired by Acts 14. Go to BibleinaYear.com and learn the Bible in a Year.Today's Bible verse is Acts 14:19 from the King James Version.Episode 229: As Paul and Barnabas entered Iconium to preach, both Jews and Gentiles were receptive and restored by the message of love and mercy in Jesus that they brought. But not everyone in the city was happy about this change. Certain men of influence added poison to these teachings and stirred the people against Paul and Barnabas. So they fled to Lystra where they healed a man and were called gods by the men of the city. Just as Paul and Barnabas convinced the crowd that they were mere men, the elders of Antioch came and captured Paul, bringing him out to the city to be stoned. But because of what God did for him, Paul went right back to the city the next day to continue preaching the good news of Jesus.Hear the Bible come to life as Pastor Jack Graham leads you through the official BibleinaYear.com podcast. This Biblical Audio Experience will help you master wisdom from the world’s greatest book. In each episode, you will learn to apply Biblical principles to everyday life. Now understanding the Bible is easier than ever before; enjoy a cinematic audio experience full of inspirational storytelling, orchestral music, and profound commentary from world-renowned Pastor Jack Graham.Also, you can download the Pray.com app for more Christian content, including, Daily Prayers, Inspirational Testimonies, and Bedtime Bible Stories.Visit JackGraham.org for more resources on how to tap into God's power for successful Christian living.Pray.com is the digital destination of faith. With over 5,000 daily prayers, meditations, bedtime stories, and cinematic stories inspired by the Bible, the Pray.com app has everything you need to keep your focus on the Lord. Make Prayer a priority and download the #1 App for Prayer and Sleep today in the Apple app store or Google Play store.Executive Producers: Steve Gatena & Max BardProducer: Ben GammonHosted by: Pastor Jack GrahamMusic by: Andrew Morgan SmithBible Story narration by: Todd HaberkornSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

820 And An Angel of the Lord Appeared to Them, A Guided Christian Meditation on Luke 2:7-9 with the Recenter With Christ app The purpose of this podcast is to help you find more peace in  and connect with the true source of peace, Jesus Christ.  Outline: Relaxation, Reading, Meditation, Prayer, Contemplation and Visualization.  You can sit comfortably and uninterrupted for about 20 minutes.You should hopefully not be driving or anything tense or unrelaxing.  If you feel comfortable to do so, I invite you to close your eyes.   Guided Relaxation / Guided Meditation:   Breathe and direct your thoughts to connecting with God. Let your stomach be a balloon inflate,  deflate. Scripture for Meditation Luke 2  NIV 7 and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.8 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9 An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. NASB 7 And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. 8 In the same region there were some shepherds staying out in the fields and keeping watch over their flock at night.9 And an angel of the Lord suddenly stood near them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them; and they were terribly frightened. Reflection on Scripture: God does not need your validation. He doesn't need human clout. The Son of God was laid in a food box for animals instead of a bassinet or crib. Jesus did not use his influence to avoid personal hardship. God doesn't need human legitimacy. He didn't send his son to a golden throne but was born during a tax audit during a time of subjugation of Gods people.  Then instead of sending word to the kings and emperors of the world he shared the news with humble shepherds. He didn't need the approval of nations and people. He had angels to declare the glorious message. I don't think we recognize this in our lives.  God doesn't need the approval of the world. He doesn't need to convince the world. He rules the heavens and has power to crush or burn the earth. He chooses to allow us to know about plans. He uses whatever means he chooses. The same applies to your life. He doesn't need our validation. He doesn't need your effort but rather we should glorify God because he is worthy of it.  Meditation of Prayer: Pray as directed by the Spirit. Dedicate these moments to the patient waiting, when you feel ready ask God for understanding you desire from Him. Meditation of God and His Glory / Hesychasm: I invite you to sit in silence feeling patient for your own faults and trials. Summarize what insights you have gained during this meditation and meditate and visualize positive change in your life: This is a listener funded podcast at patreon.com/christianmeditationpodcast Final Question: If you consider the invitation and command to persevere in the faith, what change in your life does that bring to your mind?  FIND ME ON: Download my free app: Recenter with Christ Website - ChristianMeditationPodcast.com Voicemail - (602) 888-3795 Email: jared@christianmeditationpodcast.com Apple Podcasts - Christian Meditation Podcast Facebook.com/christianmeditationpodcast Youtube.com/christianmeditaitonpodcast Twitter - @ChristianMedPod  

Dance On this weeks episode of the Coach Me Up podcast hosts Jimmy Dykes and Chris Burke are joined by Debbie Williamson, former 2 sport athlete at Louisiana Tech University, college basketball, softball and volleyball coach, and current supervisor of officials for women's basketball in the ACC. Debbie tells a powerful testimony about Gods faithfulness when we are faithful in the small things, choosing selfless peace over her own life dreams, and what God says about work and how we are to go about it as a follower of Jesus. Get coached up by a great leader of people and a story about grit, integrity, and a heart that has seen Gods faithfulness in her life. Debbie Williamson joins us for a great conversation.•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••As always we thank our title sponsor OneCountry.com for making this podcast possible, and to Konexial.com for their continued support of our podcast.COACH ME UP TEAM⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠OneCountry.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Konexial.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow us on Twitter:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@CoachJimmyDykes⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@ChrisBurke02⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Hosted by Jimmy Dykes and Chris BurkeProduced by ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Jared Mark Fincher⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠All audio is subject to copyright 2025 Jimmy Dykes Inc.Contact us at coachmeuppodcast@gmail.com

Something to say? TEXT US, for GODS sake! Well gosh, things sure are moving along at a clip as we wrap up season 5 with episode 22, A House Is Not A Home. Here in part 1 we cover The intervening ~4 episodes since we last spoke, play a little catch up, and set up our scenario: precious Rory is in THE SLAMMER? For stealing a YACHT. So like that's a whoole thing! Support the showJoin our patreon!

Lead Pastor Travis Simone brings a message from Exodus 32:1-20 as we continue our series, "The Exodus Way."For more information, please visit: http://www.wcchapel.org

IS THE Book of Jasher is worth your time? Dive into mystical tales that some say could hold ancient wisdom and insights into our faith! In the latest episode of Iron and Myth, our esteemed panel, Doug Van Dorn (DouglasVanDorn.com), author of Giants: Sons of the Gods; Brian Godawa (Godawa.com), best-selling author of the theological thriller Cruel Logic, and two new novels based on the period of the Maccabees in Judea; and Dr. Judd Burton (BurtonBeyond.net), author of Interview With the Giant, dives deep into the intriguing Book of Jasher. The title, which translates to the Book of the Upright or the Book of the Just Man, has been a topic of discussion among scholars and enthusiasts alike. Various texts have claimed to be the Book of Jasher throughout history. We focus on a particular translation from the mid-19th century by Moses Samuel, which is believed to be a medieval Jewish text that may not date back further than the 15th century. The Book of Jasher presents a fascinating window into the thoughts and traditions of ancient Jewish scholars. While its origins may be debated, its potential value for enriching our understanding of biblical narratives in beyond question. Whether you are a scholar, a casual reader, or a writer drawing inspiration from ancient texts, exploring the Book of Jasher could provide a deeper appreciation for the complexities of biblical history. 

There are a lot of things we can be devoted to in this life, a thousand things we can give our time, energy and commitments to. In Acts 2 we see the very first Christians in history devoting themselves to 3 main things. They were continually: Devoted to Gods Word. Devoted to Gods people. Devoted to worshipping God. This created a community that put the love of Jesus on display for one another and the world around them.

Wat is het Laatste Oordeel?De Wederkomst van Christus geeft Gods Zoon dit geschenk: de Stem namens God te horen verkondigen dat het onware onwaar is, en het ware nooit is veranderd. En dit is het oordeel waarmee waarneming eindigt. Eerst zie je een wereld die dit als waar heeft aanvaard, geprojecteerd vanuit een nu gecorrigeerde denkgeest. En met dit heilige zicht geeft waarneming een stille zegen en verdwijnt daarna; haar doel is bereikt en haar missie volbracht.Het eindoordeel over de wereld bevat geen veroordeling. Want het ziet de wereld als totaal vergeven, zonder zonde en volslagen nutteloos. Zonder oorzaak en nu zonder functie in de visie van Christus verglijdt ze eenvoudig in het niets. Daar werd ze geboren en daar eindigt ze ook. En alle figuren in de droom waarmee de wereld begon, verdwijnen met haar. Lichamen zijn nu onbruikbaar en zullen dan ook oplossen in het niets, want de Zoon van God is onbegrensd.Jij die geloofde dat het Laatste Oordeel van God de wereld samen met jou zou veroordelen tot de hel, aanvaard deze heilige waarheid: Gods Oordeel is het geschenk van de Correctie die Hij aan al jouw dwalingen heeft verleend, en die jou daarvan en van alle gevolgen die ze ooit maar scheen te hebben, bevrijdt. Bang zijn voor Gods verlossende genade is niets anders dan bang zijn voor totale bevrijding van alle lijden, voor de terugkeer tot vrede, zekerheid en geluk, en voor eenwording met jouw eigen Identiteit.Gods Eindoordeel is even genadig als iedere stap in het door Hemzelf vastgestelde plan om Zijn Zoon te zegenen en hem op te roepen terug te keren tot de eeuwige vrede die Hij met hem deelt. Wees niet bang voor liefde. Want zij alleen kan alle leed genezen, alle tranen wegwissen en de Zoon die God als de Zijne erkent zachtjes doen ontwaken uit zijn droom van pijn. Wees niet bang hiervoor. De verlossing vraagt jou haar welkom te heten. En de wereld wacht op jouw blije aanvaarding die haar bevrijden zal.Dit is Gods Eindoordeel: ‘Jij bent nog altijd Mijn heilige Zoon, voor immer onschuldig, eeuwig liefdevol en eeuwig geliefd, even onbegrensd als jouw Schepper, totaal onveranderlijk en voor altijd zuiver. Ontwaak daarom en keer terug tot Mij. Ik ben jouw Vader en jij bent Mijn Zoon.'LES 320Mijn Vader verleent mij alle macht.De Zoon van God is onbeperkt. Er zijn geen beperkingen aan zijn kracht, zijn vrede, zijn vreugde, of aan welke eigenschap ook die zijn Vader hem bij zijn schepping schonk. Wat hij samen met zijn Schepper en Verlosser wil, moet geschieden. Zijn heilige wil kan nooit verloochend worden, omdat zijn Vader Zijn Licht laat stralen over zijn denkgeest, waarvoor Hij alle macht en liefde op aarde als in de Hemel legt. Ik ben degene aan wie dit alles is gegeven. Ik ben degene in wie de kracht van mijn Vaders Wil verblijft.Uw Wil vermag alles in mij, en breidt zich vervolgens via mij tot heel de wereld uit. Uw Wil kent geen beperking. En aldus is alle macht gegeven aan Uw Zoon.Alle tekst- werk en handboek klassen van Een Cursus in Wonderen met Elbert nu te beluisteren en te bekijken op https://decursusmetelbert.nl

Hour of destiny daily devotional is a daily spiritual food for inspiration, impartation, guidance, and nourishment for Gods children. It is one of Gods ways of speaking to His children daily about their lives, family, and job.Host - Rev Mike EniolaConnect with us on our official channels.https://www.instagram.com/hourofdestinyTiktok- tiktok.com/@hour.of.destinyTelegram - https://t.me/hourofdestiny_dailyYouTube - https://youtube.com/‎⁨@hourofdestiny⁩  Spotify Subscription https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hourofdestiny/subscribePLEASE LIKE, COMMENT, AND SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY, GOD BLESS YOU.

Reading Proverbs 16 and Psalms 16 in the AMP

Hello family! Welcome to today's world, where we're using The AMP Bible. Let's start with Proverbs 16 and Psalms 16.

The Time Riders: Part 8 A Date With Death. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Into the pit. Domitia was brought through the streets, which were lined with huge crowds watching her somberly. She was attended by at least twenty soldiers, who walked in silence around her. Accompanying them were her former sister Vestals and the Pontifex Maximus, one of the greatest priests in Rome and head of the state religion. It was he who ultimately was in charge of the Virgins, both choosing them and stripping them of their office if the need arose. He walked ahead of her, his face grave. Domitia wore a simple white tunic now, but all other signs of her former life were gone. Her magnificent braids were undone, and her brown hair hung down her back shamefully. The colors she'd been allowed to wear were missing. In times past, disgraced Virgins had been excoriated, possibly just beaten with a rod, but now, in the height of mighty Rome's power, the punishment was death, for endangering the city. But no one was insane enough to spill the blood of a Vestal Virgin, disgraced or not, so her execution was not so direct. She would be sent underground into a small chamber, with a stock of food and supplies, and locked in there until she starved to death, or succumbed to sickness. They weren't killing her, per se; she was merely shunned until she died. Such was the way of Imperial Rome. Her condemnation and pronouncement of her fate had already been declared, at the beginning of this long walk, meant to be a show of penitence before the face of all Rome. And as humiliated and crushed as she was, her foremost thought was about Bonosus, and his magnificent cock. Even now, being led through the streets, her cunt was wet and ached to feel him buried inside her. Before she knew it, they had arrived at their destination, a small area in the north of the city, with a plot dug into the ground. Stopping at its edge, she looked down inside; the walls were lined with wood, probably to prevent a collapse, and there seemed to be a small stool and a cot within. She heard hysterical sobbing from nearby, and turned her head to see her mother, her birth mother, Pompeneia, weeping from behind the barricade of guards and calling out to her. Domitia's heart ached for a moment, but then she turned her gaze back to the den prepared for her. Her fate was sealed. She glanced over to look at her sister Vestals, but they refused to look at her, staring ahead resolutely. She could see tears in dear Silla's eyes, though; she had hurt the Sisterhood badly, and this was how she was to pay for it. So be it. With all the dignity she could muster, Domitia swallowed her fear and stepped forward, turning and climbing down the ladder, descending roughly ten feet until she reached the earthen floor. There were small candles burning on some stone surfaces, allowing for dim light. She looked upward, and the last thing she saw was the face of the Pontifex Maximus looking down at her, his expression unreadable, before a heavy door was slammed down and locked, cutting off all light and all sound from above. She shuddered at the sound, her stomach twisting in knots. She knew that there was no way out. The door would be weighted, and guards set outside for weeks, to prevent anyone from trying to rescue her. Despite her fear, she looked around, noting the small amount of food supplies left for her, and a small, narrow hole dug in one corner where she was to relieve herself. It wouldn't do to have a Vestal Virgin stinking of shit, even a disgraced one, and even in death. The silence was almost terrifying. She slumped into the small chair left for her, shivering and biting her lip as she felt that her cunt was still wet, the sticky lips parting slightly as she spread her legs. Thoughts of Bonosus returned to her, and she couldn't help but reach down beneath her tunic and begin rubbing her fingers over herself. The fear she felt melted away as she tickled her throbbing clit and teased her warm nether lips. Domitia closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. If she was to die in this hateful place, it would be while cumming, thinking of that magnificent cock, spurting inside her one last time; The wall opposite her creaked and opened, the stout wooden boards pulling away. Domitia almost yelped in shock, but she didn't stop playing with herself. She stared in astonishment as a tall blonde woman came inside, carrying a torch. Following her was Nanu, a slave-girl that Domitia would have sworn belonged to her parents. "Well, hello, Domitia," the blonde woman said, smiling at her. "I'm Lady Aurora Horatia, Bonosus' mistress. Are you ready to get out of here?" Domitia nodded, but then paused, reconsidering as her fingers plunged in and out of her molten cunt. "Can you; give me just a moment here?" the former Virgin asked sheepishly. Into the Arena. Mark winced and squinted as the great gate opened, allowing light to flood into the dark tunnel. The grinding and heaving of the gears that moved the iron-reinforced barriers echoed loudly, and his heart pounded in anxiety. He was almost hyperventilating, and he could feel the blood racing through his veins. Maybe taking the adrenalin tab he'd finally found stashed behind a loose brick wasn't such a good idea. And no instructions, either. He reminded himself to punch himself in the face when he saw himself again. Hey, at least he knew he survived. He felt himself shoved roughly out into the arena, looking around in bewilderment as tens of thousands of people all shouted and jeered at him. Part of the huge stadium was cast into shadow because of the giant canvas awning that covered a full third of its seating and the arena in the center. He thought it was called the Velarium, but he wasn't sure. The roaring noise of the crowds hurt his ears, and he felt dizzy. The tab's effects apparently hadn't evened out in him yet. Maybe he should have taken it earlier? Wearing his itchy burlap loincloth, a rope belt, sandals and nothing else, Mark wandered slowly toward the center of the sandy field, his cudgel in hand. The echoing sounds of the crowd were maddening, and he felt almost dizzy. What was the purpose of this damn tab, anyway? Guards approached him. His urge was to run, but where would he go? Trembling, he stood his ground and waited for them. One of them grabbed him roughly and spun him about to face something, shoving him to one knee. Mark gasped, but then looked up and paused. On the other side of the giant stadium, sitting in a shaded box, was a man wearing purple, surrounded by guards and other dignitaries. It had to be the Emperor. The most powerful man in the world. If only he knew which one it was. Maybe he could've gotten an autograph. He chuckled bitterly at his joke, but the guard holding him told him to shut up and slapped him across the back of the head. Mark's eyes snapped open and fury flared through him. He surged to his feet and his shoulder-block knocked the guard backwards, to the astonishment of the audience. The guard and another one nearby drew their weapons and were about to kill him, when trumpets blared from all around the perimeter of the Colosseum. Mark looked around warily, seeing the reaction of the crowds as the two guards withdrew. Drums sounded out now, and more trumpets. He looked over at the emperor, his eyes going wide as he noticed a familiar, stunning blonde woman in a seat next to him and watching Mark with a smirk. Kneeling beside her was Nanu. "Jesus, Becky, there's a million people in Rome; how many did you fuck?" he muttered, scowling. He heard the gates clanking open again and spun to face them, his heart racing again. From the dark tunnel strode a stout, bald man wearing leather armour on his shoulder and a metal-studded skirt, carrying a shield and wielding a small axe. "What is this, fetish night at the Colosseum?" Mark complained loudly as the man began to run toward him. Mark braced himself, watching warily. His earlier anxiety was being replaced by anger, and a desire to either flee or fight. He'd just trust to his adrenalin and hope that his future self knew what the Hell he was doing. The gladiator ran up and swung at Mark, who ducked and came up behind his foe. Before the man could turn, Mark struck him across the back of the head with his cudgel. The man crashed to the ground face-first. The crowd was yelling in outrage and astonishment. Apparently, that wasn't supposed to happen. The man showed no signs of rising, merely stirring feebly and groaning, a huge goose egg rising on the back of his head. Hastily, Mark leaned down and pulled the round wooden shield off the man's arm and pried the axe from his grip. He stood up, trying to control his breathing. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. He looked around, making sure no one was approaching him from any other direction, but nobody seemed to be forthcoming. Where was his next foe? It dawned on him that he hadn't been expected to last beyond this first fight. They were probably scrambling to figure out what to do next. Doubtless they'd be finding another gladiator to throw at him. He chanced a glance up at Becky, but she sat still, simply watching him. He didn't blame her; she was supposed to have turned on him, after all. He did notice that she was keeping one leg crossed over the other and bouncing her thighs subtly. Maybe the hormones weren't completely out of her system yet. Or it could have just been normal horny Becky. Who knew at this point? A few seconds later, the gates on another section of the concave wall that surrounded him opened slowly, and out strode a tall man, wearing only a loincloth like himself and greaves, but carrying a weighted net in one hand, and a trident in the other. "Trident!" Mark exclaimed to himself, remembering. "That's what those fucking things are called! Now I can; Hey!" Mark had gotten distracted and only barely jumped out of the way of the retiarius, who thrust his trident, trying to skewer his foe. Mark angrily struck at the man's head with his axe, but he raised the haft of the weapon to block and Mark's axe broke on it. The crowd cheered wildly as it saw what happened. Mark stared dumbly at the splintered handle of his weapon, the iron head missing entirely, having spun off to land in the dust several inconvenient feet away. "What the shit?" Mark shouted angrily as he dodged another attack, keeping his shield between himself and his enemy. The trident's tines glanced off the face of his shield, coming perilously close to ripping open his side. "You mean I can't kill anyone? I'm timelocked from killing someone, even if they're trying to kill me?" He dodged again and scrambled for his cudgel, lying next to the first man he'd knocked unconscious. The man he was fighting was quick, though, and lunged in, jamming his weapon forward and trying to impale Mark through his stomach with it. Mark blocked with the shield, shuddering in panic as he felt the tines burst through the wood and punch out the back side, dangerously close to his belly. But the trident was caught now, and now the two men wrestled back and forth desperately, with the retiarius trying to free his weapon and Mark doing everything he could to prevent that exact thing. Suddenly he realized that he was doing exactly the wrong thing, and simply let go of his shield. The gladiator now held his trident awkwardly, weighed down as it was by the shield embedded on it, and with no safe recourse to get it back. He flailed at Mark with the weighted edges of his net, threatening to break smaller bones if he got in too close. Mark dashed for the cudgel again, and this time his opponent couldn't quickly follow him. Mark picked it up and tried putting the man on the defensive, skirting around him, looking for an opening to strike. The man glared at him balefully, swinging the net if Mark got too close. He's not armored and he can't use his weapon; Mark reminded himself. He flung his cudgel at the gladiator's face and surged in while the man was trying to block the unexpected projectile. His trident was weighted down with Mark's shield, so he was using the net frantically to avoid being struck. Mark plowed into the man and took him down to the ground, using his advantage in height and weight. His foe wheezed as he landed hard on his back, beginning to thrash as Mark straddled his chest and pummeled at him. A lucky punch got through and Mark snapped his foe's head to the side with a right across the jaw. He went to sleep. The crowds were shouting again angrily as Mark stood, recovering his stupid club and taking the man's net, since the shield was wrecked, and the trident was no use since he apparently wasn't allowed to kill anyone. How did time lock know, anyway? He bent over, trying to control his breathing and his pulse. His head was spinning again from the anxiety. What the Hell was his future self thinking, leaving that damn tab to use? What sort of advantage and futuristic superpower was panic? You're pumping adrenalin; it makes runners faster, it makes them run longer; it makes people stronger in a crisis; He opened his eyes and stood, turning around and looking at the thousands upon thousands of people who hated him. Fuck those people. He turned and looked at the emperor and held the weighted net in the air, scowling at the sovereign. "That all you got, asshole?" he shouted, feeling himself get angrier and more aggressive with every moment. Becky could barely hear what Mark was yelling over the noise of the crowds, but she shifted somewhat uncomfortably when she felt the mood of the man next to her darken. "So that's how he wants to play it, hmm?" muttered the emperor, resting his cheek against his hand. "Uppity thing, this boy of yours, Lady Horatia." "Oh, he is no longer mine, great emperor; this behavior, reprehensible as it might be, is unknown to me. Please dispose of the upstart as you see fit," Becky replied, knowing better than to be perceived as defending Mark. "You can count on that, my lady;” he replied, nodding absently as he made some vague motion to a signaler. "If you will excuse me, sire, I must depart for a moment," Becky said, trying to not sound urgent. The emperor looked at her quizzically for a moment: "You would miss his doom?" She made a show of blushing: "His life and death mean nothing to me now, but all this excitement has undone me, sire. I must go and relieve myself, because it wouldn't do to piss myself in your presence." "Very well, then," he said, nodding. "But try to be back soon." Becky stood and bowed before exiting the emperor's spectator box, taking Nanu with her, pulling her along by the wrist. "My lady, is now a good time to see to such functions?" asked the Egyptian girl as she followed the blonde woman. "Is Bonosus not in great danger? I thought you meant to rescue him." "I can't rescue him sitting next to that pompous ass, now can I?" Becky hissed as she strode down one of the hallways. "And keep your voice down; I don't want people to know what we're doing." "Sorry, mistress," Nanu replied, blushing. She allowed herself to be dragged along for several seconds before asking her next question. "What are we doing, exactly?" "You'll see soon enough," Becky said grimly, her blue eyes flashing as she pushed through the throngs of people in the hallways that ran around the length of the Colosseum. "I hope you wore your cock-sucking lips today;” The huge man lumbered towards Mark; he was well over half a foot taller than Mark, and a whole lot heavier. Beneath his layer of fat, he was obviously muscular and very strong. He carried a shield in one hand, a wicked sword in the other. His loincloth was made of tough leather, covered in metal studs. His wide belt was also braced with metal. His right arm was protected from shoulder to wrist by a cauldron and gleaming steel plates. On his head was an intimidating helmet, the face mask looking like something out of "Mad Max: Fury Road," with a peaked top that sported what looked like a curved metal blade or sail. It looked like he was wearing a can opener on his head. "Fuck;” Mark whined to himself as he stood his ground, trying to figure out how he was going to keep from getting killed. He held his cudgel and his net, trying to look threatening, but the gorilla coming at him didn't seem to care. He jumped out of the way as the Samnite slashed with his sword. He tried to move in, but was sent flying backwards when the gladiator suddenly slammed the front of his shield into him. Landing on his back, Mark only had a split second to roll out of the way as the point of his foe's sword drove down into the dirt where'd he'd only just been. He kicked at the man's leg, but it held, and he scrambled away, looking to put some distance between them. "Hey, Jason Voorhies!" he called out, waving his club in the air. "Over here, candy-ass!" The gladiator turned his head to look at him while trying to wrench his blade from the hard-packed earth. He finally did so and stood upright, rolling his shoulders and striding forward again. He slashed with his blade, but Mark dodged once again and then threw his net over his foe. The Samnite got caught in it, but didn't go down, trying angrily to remove it. Mark jumped on his back and began hammering away with his stupid little club. The giant staggered about, flailing wildly to dislodge his smaller foe. The jeering from the crowd was punctuated with increasing amounts of laughter at this ridiculous spectacle. Mark hung on for dear life with one arm wrapped around the man, his other hand whacking away at the foe's helmet. But his own net was preventing the blows from being fully effective, despite the metallic ringing of his strikes. Unable to reach the pest on his back or use his weapons, the huge man simply fell backwards, hoping to crush Mark. It wasn't graceful, and it wasn't pretty, but it did stun Mark long enough to stop him from hitting his foe with his cudgel. "Oh fuck;” Mark wheezed as the Samnite rolled off him and struggled to get up while removing the netting. Mark slowly crawled away, shaking his head to stop the world from spinning. The jellied tissue that was once his lungs was on fire, and strained to get oxygen circulating through him. He heard his foe growl in frustration, and then he felt himself getting grabbed by the scruff of the neck and the back of his loincloth before being hauled completely off the ground; The crowd went wild as the gladiator threw Bonosus bodily to the ground, as if trying to crush his bones with the impact. He picked him up again and dashed him to the hard-packed earth, having given up on removing the net. Mark protected himself from the slams as best he could, but it wasn't helping much, given the strength of the man who was mauling him. The fourth time getting slammed to the ground was about Mark's limit, and the world had become nonsense around him; everything sounded like it was being played in drunken slow motion. His vision swam, and he really just wanted to take a damn nap. He shook his head trying to clear it, remembering that Becky had bought him time, so he'd best not waste it getting rag-dolled by this shit stain. While the Samnite was reaching down for him, Mark managed to roll onto his back and kicked up, hard, between the gladiator's legs. His foot found the man's crotch, and while the force of the blow was lessened by the net's interference, his foe still groaned, and his knees bent. Mark kicked again, and then once more, having finally staggered his foe. The man sank to his knees, holding his crotch. Mark couldn't see his face, but he was obviously in a great deal of pain. Mark staggered to his feet, ignoring the crowd's jeers and screams, focusing only on his foe. The gladiator was now protecting his crotch with his hands, so Mark couldn't kick him there, so he slammed the bottom of his foot into the larger man's chest, knocking him on his back, where he lay moaning. Mark stamped on his crotch for good measure. "Stop, dammit!" wailed the man. "Quit kicking me in the cock!" "Fuck you!" Mark spat, scowling. His chest was on fire and his entire body throbbed in pain. "You were trying to kill me, fuckface! Why should I give a shit what you think?" "I'll stop, I'll stop!" the man pleaded, writhing under the net and totally at Mark's mercy. "Just don't wreck my cock, I was gonna fuck tonight!" "Yeah, right," Mark sneered. "Who were you gonna fuck?" Mark spun as he heard an ululating war cry, and his eyes widened as he saw a woman running toward him, carrying a whip in one hand and a sword in the other. Her spiked hair was wet with blue woad paste, and her eyes were mad with battle lust. "Her;” the Samnite indicated. Becky and Nanu were both on their knees, mouths bobbing back and forth on the cocks of the men they had leaning back against the wall, groaning and pumping their hips. Neither of the men could believe their luck; they thought this would be another boring day for measly pay. From up here, they couldn't even see the action down in the arena well. Sulus and Catullus, two former merchant marines, were charged with keeping the Velarium in place during the spectacles. Their extensive experience with canvas sails made them ideal for this tedious but essential work. At least, that's what they were told, despite the thirty asses a day they received proclaiming otherwise. So imagine their good fortune and delight when this patrician woman and her slave-girl happened to wander on up, espy the two men, and offer to suck their cocks, without even charging them anything! Talk about Saturnalia in Quintilis! Nanu moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of the cock she was sucking on, holding it by the base of the shaft, her eyes closed. This seemed like an odd time to be doing something like this, but Lady Aurora had been quite firm that it was part of the plan. So be it. Besides, that strange little patch her new mistress had affixed to the skin under her arm was making her so horny right now. Kneeling beside the slave, Becky's free hand reached out and took hold of Nanu's, giving it a squeeze. They continued pushing their wet mouths along the lengths of the throbbing shafts, both girls getting wetter and more aroused with each passing moment. Nanu pulled her mouth off the cock for a moment, sucking in air and breathing heavily as she massaged it with her tiny hand. Her face was flushed as she looked over at her new mistress, her eyes glazed with desire. Becky nodded her assent. Nanu stood quickly and lifted the long trails of her garment, exposing her ass and cunt to the man she'd been servicing. She turned around and leaned back against him, squirming her ass against his cock, making him moan loudly. With great need, she grabbed hold of his tool and speared herself down on it, sighing loudly before beginning to wiggle back and forth on him, shivering as he slid in and out of her. Becky rose to her feet soon after, moving around to face Nanu and leaning forward, with her hands on the slave-girl's shoulders and looking into her eyes. The marine got behind Becky and gripped her hips, pushing inside her. Becky moaned into Nanu's mouth as she kissed her, their tongues tangling hungrily while their tits squirmed and rubbed together. The men held tight and fucked the two women as hard as they could, looking to cum as quickly as possible. Hips smacked against asses and moans grew louder. Becky and Nanu now panted through an open-mouthed kiss, their hands groping one another in need. The Egyptian girl pressed back as hard as she could on the cock she was impaled on, while Becky ground in eager circles, yearning for release. Seconds later they were wailing into one another's mouths, shuddering in ecstasy as the men groaned and began pumping cum inside their wanton pussies. Becky and Nanu were relentless, milking the men for all they were worth, until they slumped to the stone floor, almost insensate from the orgasms these strange women had given them. Straddling the marines now, and facing into one another, Becky and Nanu continued kissing and fondling, even as they moved slowly up and down on the rigid poles they'd been fucking. "Umm, mistress;” Nanu said dreamily, lost in Becky's blue eyes. "I know, my love," Becky murmured, giving Nanu many light kisses on the lips, as if she was unable to help herself. "But we must; smooch; get ready to; do our part; smooch; and rescue Mark;” Nanu pulled back from the kiss and looked up in confusion. "Mark?" "Bonosus," Becky corrected herself, waving it off. "I'll explain later. Now help me get ready;” The crowd was howling with laughter as Mark ran around the arena in a panic, chased by the gladiatrix, who cracked her whip at him, screeching for him to get his ass back there so she could kick it. Mark didn't need oppositional defiance disorder to ignore her demands. The tip of that whip was cracking awfully close behind him. The Samnite he'd downed earlier grunted and flopped down again as Mark stamped on his back while running over him. "Don't try to get up, asshole, you promised!" Mark shouted angrily. "If you do, I don't care if she's trying to kill me, I'll come over there and kick you in the balls so hard you'll be spitting them out!" "Okay! Okay!" the man shouted back, lying on his stomach and waiting. "But I hope she catches you and rips your skin off to wear as a cloak!" "Oh, go sit on a Doric column!" Mark grumbled, deking to the left to try to throw her off. At this point, the crowd was chanting something, what he could only Assume Was Her Name "Achilleia! Achilleia!" "What is that, Latin for Psycho Hose-Beast?" Mark complained loudly, noticing that he had not gained any ground on his foe. He only had the stupid cudgel, whereas she had a wicked sword and a goddam whip. He had the distinct impression he couldn't tire her; she had the look of a woman on a murder mission; her eyes were wild with bloodlust, the scream escaping her lips singing of his gory doom. "She's the greatest female gladiator in Rome!" called out the Samnite, still watching from his confines beneath the net. "She's been more than a match for many men who have fought her!" "Singing my praises doesn't get you more cunt than normal, Rullus!" Achilleia snapped, still chasing her quarry. Gods, this slave could run! Pity she had to kill him, he was well-built and had a great ass! She pressed harder, now swiping with her sword, since using her whip slowed her down some. Like most gladiators, she was wearing little armour, only leather greaves, a leather loincloth, an abbreviated leather cuirass that exposed her midriff but held her tits in place, and a leather cauldron and brace on one arm. A steel fillet around her forehead glittered with glass beads, off-setting her wild blue death-hawk hair. She whooped in triumph as the tip of her sword tore open the back of his loincloth and it fell away, leaving Mark completely exposed as he fled for his life. The crowd was laughing hysterically again. "Dammit, I hate freeballing when I'm running!" he shouted angrily, grimacing as his balls slapped around his thighs. "You have no idea how uncomfortable this is!" "Stop running then, coward!" Achilleia taunted, enjoying the view even as she tried to kill him. "I only offer the bliss of death! One red kiss of my blade across your throat, slave, and you; Off!" Done with running, Mark stopped very suddenly and braced himself, hunkering down so that Achilleia plowed into him, completely unprepared. She staggered backward and Mark whirled and grappled onto her, preventing her from using her weapons. The gladiatrix snarled and tried to knee him in the crotch, but he kept his legs judiciously in the way. They tottered and staggered about, vying for control, until they tripped over the Samnite, who was helpless to avoid them. "Oh Fuck!" he wheezed as they landed on him and then rolled off, still tussling. "Welcome to my world, dickface!" Mark shouted back at him, still wrestling with Achilleia, who meant to murder him repeatedly. Out of desperation, and with the effects of the tab still coursing through his blood, he picked her up bodily and threw her to the ground, her sword clattering away. He dropped to his knees instantly, smacking her in the face with his scrotum. "Teabag!" he shouted before whirling around and grappling onto her, trying to subdue her. He hated the thought of punching a woman, but she was trying to eviscerate him, so an exception might be in order. Achilleia was a veteran of the gladiator pits, however, and not so easily dealt with. She recovered and thrashed around, screeching and trying to claw her foe's eyes out. He swatted the whip from her hands before she could strike him with it. Mark found her increasingly difficult to manage, using his weight on top of her body to keep her in place. That plan went south, however, when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began rocking back and forth, until she was on top. They rolled around in the dust while the crowd went insane. Mark had her arms gripped tightly, out to the sides, which forced her body down closer to his. The wild look in her eyes chilled his blood, and she tried to bite his neck repeatedly, to tear his throat out. He countered frantically by using his head to shove hers away from his tender skin, and the result must have looked ridiculous, the two of them pushing and sparring with their heads. "Gurr, let; me; kill; you!" Achilleia hissed, struggling to maintain her balance over her stronger foe. "I'll make it quick, I promise!" "It'll feel good, I promise!" Mark sneered, butting the side of her head to knock it away. "Why would I make this easy for you?" "Gonna; rip you; a new;” Achilleia strained, pushing down harder. She then paused, her eyes going wide with shock. "What; gods, do you have a hard-on?" Mark used the momentary pause to roll her over, her arms pinned beside her head. Achilleia's eyes were still wide as she goggled up at him. Unfortunately, yes, he was hard again. Either he was developing some sort of danger fetish, or the hormones weren't quite as out of his system as he thought. They struggled and thrashed, with the look of shock on Achilleia's face becoming one of irritation, then a weird determination. She wasn't fighting about so much, and she seemed to be pushing with her hips, almost pumping with them. She glared and bit her lip. The roaring of the crowds was slowly abating as they watched the proceedings on the arena floor. What was happening? Seconds ago, the gladiatrix had been trying to kill the slave, now they were; what were they doing? Mark kept her pinned beneath him, and couldn't help but join her in squirming as they glared into one another's eyes. Achilleia was undulating her hips now, her upper body virtually motionless. Mark grimaced at the feel of the toughened leather around her middle grinding on his hard-on. "Dammit;” Achilleia growled. "Let go of my god-rotting hand so I can move my loincloth!" Mark took a chance and let go of one of her hands. It flashed down and pulled aside the leather garment before taking hold of his hard cock and guiding it to her entrance. Without another thought, Mark pushed down, deep inside her. Achilleia wailed loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling him in deeper still. The entire Colosseum throng had gone silent as the spectators stared, stunned by what they were witnessing. All that could be heard, echoing through the giant stadium, was Achilleia's cries of pleasure. Was this really happening? "Achilleia? What the Hell?" the Samnite yelled in outrage, his girlfriend getting fucked by Rome's most hated slave mere feet away from him. "Shut up, Rullus, he's fucking huge!" Achilleia shouted back, pumping her hips wildly against Mark. The gladiator did as he was told and simply sulked, turning his head to look elsewhere. The emperor watched out stonily, not at all impressed with the turn of events his grand spectacle for the people had taken. He'd heard of the blasphemy this upstart slave had committed, and this was supposed to be a damnation of a great sin. Now it was another blasphemy. And where the Hell was Lady Aurora? He napped his fingers and one of his servants leaned in close, to see what his master wanted. "Have them all killed;” growled the emperor, determined to save face somehow. Mark thrust harder and harder, while Achilleia yelped and bucked beneath him, holding onto his back and with her legs still wrapped around his back. Nearby, Rullus was resting his helmeted head on his hand and rapping his fingers against the packed earth, trying to look bored. Not difficult for a man tangled inside a net. "Any time, you two;” he grumbled. "Oh, cram it, Linzer-head," Mark spat. "Say one more thing and I'll fuck her ass next!" "Oh!" Achilleia wailed, grinding and thrusting against Mark desperately. "I'm gonna; I ‘ Then she seized up and pushed up with all her strength, clenching her teeth so hard they might have cracked. As Rome watched on in stunned silence, the gladiatrix shrieked to the gods and came, hard. Mark shuddered and groaned, pumping profuse amounts of cum deep inside her clenching cunt. He thrust madly, emptying himself into her. Finally, they were both spent. Achilleia lay still beneath him, her chest rising and falling, skin glistening with sweat. Mark, exhausted, rested his forehead against her shoulder, too tired to defend himself if she tried to kill him now. Fortunately, his death was the farthest thing from her mind. Seconds of silence passed, before the thousands of spectators in the stands erupted into a wave of cheers and catcalls. Mark smiled and chuckled tiredly. "That can't be good;” he mused. "Nope," she agreed, sighing and biting on a knuckle as the last of the orgasm pulsed through her. "After that, they're certainly going to kill us. All of us. It doesn't matter; I would have died in the arena eventually. At least this way, I died with a cock in me and cumming hard." "Don't be so certain about that;” Mark replied, finally looking up and seeing all the gates opening and dozens of legionaries rushing toward them, spears at the ready. "Ah, I don't like this!" Nanu whined as she shimmied out along one of the corbels that held the vast awning in place. She held on like grim death as she edged forward, a small but sharp knife in one hand. "You can do it, my love," Becky said encouragingly, watching from their original position where they'd fucked the two marines. Both men were still snoozing, but she had tied their hands and feet for extra security. She would have done Nanu's job herself, but she was taller and heavier than the Egyptian girl, who stood a much better chance of succeeding than she did without snapping the braces or corbels. "Look straight ahead and ignore the sounds below." So of course, Nanu looked down. "He's fucking!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "He's fucking the gladiatrix that's supposed to be killing him! I may kill him! He doesn't need saving, I do!" "Nanu, focus!" Becky insisted. "Get to your position and await my signal." "Yes, mistress;” sighed the slave-girl sullenly. Once in position, Nanu held on tight, trying not to think about the dizzying heights she was suspended from. Everyone seemed like ants far below her. Except for Bonosus and his whore of a gladiator; she could see them very clearly, to the place where she could make out his throbbing cock as it thrust in and out of her unworthy cunt. He had a lot of explaining to do when this was over. The crowd was watching in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were seeing. But then Becky and Nanu heard the gladiatrix wailing as she came. Bonosus' groans of pleasure burned in Nanu's ears, while Becky just rolled her eyes, sighed and tapped her foot impatiently. Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd; they'd come for blood and been rewarded with live pornography! Nanu was scowling still, when she noticed the gates opening and legionaries pouring out of them, converging on the five figures in the center of the arena. "Mistress;” Nanu said nervously, her anxiety for Bonosus' well-being overcoming her jealousy. "Now, Nanu!" Becky yelled, making sure her slave could hear her. She was already working frantically to cut through the thick ropes in one of the giant pulleys that moved the Velarium into position. Nanu, meanwhile, was sawing at the edge of the rope that held the corbel she was on in place. She gritted her teeth as she watched the steel knife bite through the thick fiber cable until finally it snapped free. The rope whipped about as it unraveled, causing a cascade of loosening canvas across the broad length of the famed awning. Becky, meanwhile, finished cutting through the rope in the giant pulley she'd selected, dodging hastily as it snapped and flailed about before spinning away. The giant canvas sheets comprising the Velarium buckled and gave way, while the corbels and rope masts retracted rapidly. "Mistress!" Nanu keened, holding on like grim death as the corbel she was on, no longer held in place by the giant ropes, snapped back toward the solid stone walls of the Colosseum. "Jump, Nanu!" Becky called out, standing on the edge of the wall and holding her arms out. "I'll catch you! Trust mistress!" Nanu squeezed her eyes shut and jumped; Becky wheezed as she caught the flying girl, tumbling to the floor with her and holding her tight. Nanu was shivering in her grasp, so Becky just held her for a few seconds and caressed her raven hair. The slave-girl looked up at her savior and nodded, so Becky stood them up, listening to the shrieks of panic as the Velarium floated down relentlessly. "Teamwork, Nanu!" she said excitedly as they stood. "Let's see what happens next!" In the Arena. Mark faced one direction warily, while Rullus and Achilleia stood behind him, squaring off against other legionaries who were closing in. The original gladiator and the retiarius were also conscious and now stood with them, brandishing what weapons they could. Mark felt silly sporting only his cudgel, but it seemed dumb to not let the gladiators have the weapons they were trained with. His cock was still hard, and leaking cum from the tip. He saw Achilleia slowly turning her head to look down at it longingly. "Eyes front, Achilleia!" he snapped, not in the mood to die. She returned to glaring balefully at the encroaching soldiers. There must have been a hundred of the legionaries. That was twenty-to-one odds. He decided to not mention that to his enemies-turned-allies, since he wasn't sure if they understood ratios in any event. If their math was as poor as their hygiene, why bother? "When I thought I'd die in the emperor's sight, this isn't how I pictured it," Rullus growled, brandishing his sword. "I hadn't envisioned dying for that cocksucker at all," Achilleia replied, spitting in contempt at the foes in front of her. "Damned if I'm gonna give him the satisfaction of a clean kill. People will remember this day, to his embarrassment!" The legionaries advanced, the circle tightening. They were protected by their large scutum body shields, and their spears pointed threateningly at the little rebel group. Mark wasn't sure what good he would do here, since he was armed with a club smaller than his dick, and he was the only untrained gladiator. But then he noticed rippling movement above, looked up and grinned. The velarium became dislodged from its moorings and like a vast sail or flag, began floating down over the stadium. People noticed, began screeching in panic, and stampeding. "Right on, Becks;” he said with satisfaction as his day began to look up. The emperor looked up, scowling as he saw the giant canvas sheet descending, fluttering menacingly as it enveloped the upper levels of seating. Panic ensued, with people scampering around pell-mell, trying to escape. "I really hate the gods;” he thought darkly as the canvas touched down around him and everything went to shit. Becky, standing on the edge of the wall and looking down over the chaos and mayhem she had caused, with tens of thousands thrown into panic, cackled gaily and clapped her hands before yanking down her top to expose her tits and holding her arms wide and yelling loudly across her kingdom of madness. "Are you not entertained?" she shouted, reveling in her triumph. God, she'd always wanted to use that line. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Mark shouted as he and his new allies raced down the hallway, shooing everyone in front of him. "Faster, if you wanna live!" The legionaries had forgotten all about the little group of rebels once the madness ensued, racing toward the emperor to rescue him. Mark used the opportunity to escape, bringing his former foes with him. He wasn't terribly interested in seeing them die, and they might prove very useful in getting out of here in one piece. Rullus had led them through a small, little-known door in the wall of the arena, one used generally only by pit masters to monitor the proceedings. His titan frame barely fit in it, but he led the way dutifully. "Where are we going?" Achillea asked, happy to be escaping, but at least wanting to know what the plan was. She had her whip and her sword in hand again. "The most convenient, flat and open space you know of beneath the Colosseum," Mark replied, hurrying along behind her. "A place almost no one knows about or uses." "One of the old training spaces," grunted Rullus. "It hasn't been used in years. Follow me!" Their course took them deeper beneath the stadium, through winding halls and narrow corridors and staircases. They finally reached a wide chamber, in the middle of which stood Becky, Nanu and Domitia. The former Vestal and the slave-girl seemed stunned to see the small party approaching, and the gladiators gaped as Lady Aurora and her slave ran into one another's arms, kissing deeply and feverishly, speaking in some unknown tongue. "Right!" Mark said, finally disengaging from Becky's tongue as he looked around, eyes flashing with determination. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I need you all to trust me. We're going to get you out of here, as quickly as we can." "How?" asked the Retiarius, looking about warily. "They'll find us eventually!" "I know, and what I'm going to say will sound like magic, but just run with it, okay?" Mark replied, walking over to the Holmes Field Device, which Becky had been kind enough to retrieve. He wasn't sure how, but she was better with this temporal shit than he was. And they trusted one another by now. "This contraption will get us out of here, but it's not big enough for all of us at once. I'm gonna take Lady Aurora and Domitia first, then come back for a few more, then the last load." Rullus nodded: "You spared my life, and I entrust you with it. Achilleia and I will go last, holding the room if the enemy comes." "Oh, Rullus;” Achilleia sighed, looking up at the hulking gladiator, her expression a dreamy one, before she suddenly scowled and smacked him on the back of his helmeted head. "You romantic asshole." Mark left them to argue while he hustled Becky and Domitia onto the platform, which was already switched on, lights and readings blinking around the surface. Becky swatted Domitia's hand as she tried to touch a dial. "You know where we're going?" he asked, hoping she had a better handle on this than he did. She nodded, smiling. "Leave it to me, Mark. I think you'll like this solution;” The climate was certainly a change from that of Rome, but it was also a pleasant experience in its own right. The city around them, built of red brick, sandy-colored stone, and studded with stately palm trees, reminded Mark of eastern cities in every movie he'd ever seen. Beyond the walls stretched endless expanses of desert, in which the city stood as a shining jewel in a vast sea of scorching sand. He didn't know why Becky knew to park the machine where she did, but he also knew she had figured out how to use his Holmes Field Device on her own, so he wasn't questioning it. Safe from prying eyes, and after two more trips back to the Colosseum to gather the other rebels, Mark now found himself in an ancient temple in the shape of a ziggurat, with priestesses standing in front of them and bowing. Unlike the Vestals, the white garments of these priestesses were delightfully spare, exposing more than it covered. "Lady Aurora Horatia," one of them said humbly. "Your timing is fortuitous, and we gladly accept your offer. Domitia will be given a new life as a priestess of Nanaya, or as she is known in your tongue, Suadela." The priestesses all walked up to Domitia and kissed her, welcoming her into their sisterhood. The former Vestal shed tears, not in sorrow, but because she had a new beginning. Nanaya, as the goddess was known in this far-flung province, was an ancient Sumerian goddess of sensuality and lust. When the Romans had conquered the land, they readily identified her with Suadela, to keep the peace. The priestess smiled at Mark and Becky again. "And for your generous donation of gold, we will take on your four friends here, to guard our temple, as the garrison makes no effort to do so. They are now, in their own way, lifelong servants and devotees of the goddess." The four gladiators beamed proudly. Since serving Nanaya, even as guardians of her temple, meant food, lodging and getting laid by her harlot-priestesses, they were more than amenable to the idea. "Lady Aurora," Domitia intoned, taking Becky's hands in hers and smiling slyly. "Will you consent to Bonosus and yourself being the first to receive my blessings as a priestess of Nanaya?" "I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear;” Becky purred, pulling Domitia into her arms and kissing her deeply. A small villa in Roman Italy; Mark sipped wine from a goblet while Becky lay nearby on a couch, wearing nothing while Nanu sat on a small stool and massaged her feet. The sultry afternoon suited everyone, and they were finally at peace. "Helluva trip, Becks," Mark mused, draining his glass and then pouring more for himself. "You've gotten really good with the Holmes Field Device now. I seriously thought it was me who left the adrenalin tab for my discovery under the Colosseum, but it was actually you." "Sorry to scare you there," Becky sighed, as Nanu worked on her toes individually, sometimes even kissing them as she rubbed oil into them. "I found them in our tab supply, and thought it was our best bet. I just jumped behind a few hours when no one was around and stashed them in that cell for you." "So it wasn't even me coming back from the future to save myself," Mark chuckled. "Here I was so confident that I'd lived, that I couldn't be killed because future-self was looking out for me, but no, it was current you. So I could've been killed at any point, even if time lock kept me from killing anyone else." "It was a little bit messy, but you did survive, and that's what counts." Becky pointed out, caressing one of her tits lazily while enjoying Nanu's exquisite touch. "So what're we gonna do with her?" Mark asked, referencing the Egyptian slave-girl. Nanu had gotten used to her mistress and her manservant speaking in this weird, harsh language, and thought nothing of it anymore; when they needed her, they spoke Latin or her own tongue to her. Becky sighed contentedly and puddled further into the couch. Nanu's foot massages were utter bliss. "I was considering letting her stay here, and simply look after this little villa I bought for me. Whenever we visited, we'd just come back as close to the time we left as possible, but I have no idea if we could guarantee time snarls not getting in the way. So I'm bringing her home with me." Mark raised an eyebrow. "That a good idea? Or even possible?" Becky shrugged. "If she can't be brought with us, the Holmes Field Device won't work, right? So we care for her here. If it does allow it, I'll keep her with me in my house and teach her about her new world. I'll just say she's a foreign student bunking with me." "Literally, I might add." Mark quipped, holding up his goblet and winking. "Oh, you," Becky giggled while Nanu shed her clothes and crawled over Becky, straddling her hips and beginning to squirm their pussies together slowly. "I don't think she's gonna give up on the notion of being my slave-girl any time soon; it seems to make her feel safe. If she asks about you as a slave, I'll say I freed you." "Well, I was pretty enslaved to you for a while there," Mark chuckled. "Funny, I remember being so in love with you while those tabs were in effect, and I remember it fondly. But at this point, I'm just back to feeling like you're my dear friend, and I love you, just not in love any more, ya' know?" Becky sighed and nodded as she placed her hands gently on Nanu's tits and caressed them while undulating beneath the slave-girl. "I know what you mean. Talk about exhilarating, right? We should do that again at some point, just for funsies." "I'm in," Mark agreed, as his cock hardened from watching the two girls make love. He put down his wine, stood up and moved in behind them, kneeling at the bottom of the couch and sinking his cock deep inside Becky, making her moan as he started to slide in and out of her. "And what about our other acquisitions?" he asked, caressing and squeezing Nanu's ass while he fucked his Physics teacher. "Uh, the clothes we'll keep at my place, for future use," she breathed, loving the feel of Nanu's moist cunt on hers while Mark fucked deeply. She felt Nanu shiver and gasp as Mark pulled out of her and pushed into the slave-girl. "And I bought those big amphorae of Falernian wine, there's twenty-six liters in each. We'll bury them where we know nature has never been disturbed back in our time, and then retrieve them. Voila, Roman wine for dinner every night." "I'm gonna have fun explaining that to my parents;” Mark chuckled as he slid back into Becky, making her cry out. Dinner with Family. Dhallyla stared at the liquid in her glass in wonder while her family sat at the table for dinner. It was quite unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. "Mark, what; what did you say this was called again?" she asked. He shrugged as he ate. "It's a Roman-style wine, called Falernian. Lots of people are recreating ancient alcohol recipes now, so I thought we'd give this a shot. Pretty nice, hmm?" "Very strong," his sister Roxy rasped as she put down her wine glass and made a bit of a face. "Very, very strong." "That's why the Romans and Greeks mixed their wine with water," he chuckled. "Some Roman talked about not being able to bring an open flame near wine because it could catch fire. So I mixed it with water, like the instructions said. Sorry if it's still strong." "Where did you get this again?" his father asked. "Ren Faire," he said easily. "All sorts of brewers and people showing off their wine and beer skills these days at them, so I thought I'd give it a shot, ya' know? Bought a couple of bottles." "It's certainly different, but I can grow to like it," his mother mused. "Make sure you get more before we run out." "I can do that," Mark replied cheerfully. Later that night, he was sitting at his desk in his room, surfing for eras to visit during their next adventure, when the door to his room clicked shut. He turned his head to see his sister leaning back against the door, looking at him pointedly. "Something I can do for you, Rox?" he asked plainly, keeping his eyes on his research. "Now that you mention it, yeah," she said, folding her arms and wearing that insufferable smirk of hers. She never stopped reminding him who the elder sibling was. "So I did some looking around online, and there hasn't been a Ren Faire within five hundred miles of us in the last six months." Mark paused in his surfing and slowly turned to look at his sister. "So," she said, walking slowly toward him. "I figure it's about time you told me what the Hell is really going on;” Loose ends, scores to settle, a moral quandaries abound! It's Your Own Fault You Snooped! Mark didn't speak for several seconds, trying his best to not gape at Roxy. She'd always been somewhat suspicious of him when he did just about anything, but the fact that she'd done actual research this time was something new. She had played her hand, and he was cornered. But still, he found himself not sure what to say. "Well, c'mon, you little trouser snake," moving away from the door and sauntering toward him. She could tell she'd caught him dead to rights about something, but now she needed to find out what it was. "Ya' might as well 'fess up, because I somehow doubt you want mom and dad to know what you're up to." The mere thought brought a shiver to Mark and left a cold sweat on his brow. He swallowed, trying not to panic. Roxy had less mercy in a sibling confrontation than Mike Tyson had in the ring. He thought of the number of times she'd beaten his ass for tattling on her when they were younger, and how she'd always get some brutal form of revenge he was unlikely to forget. And he dreaded the thought of how she could screw this up for him. "I'm almost not wanting to find out, at least for a while, because watching your mind flop around in panic is kinda fun," she said, smirking as she stopped in front of him and leaned forward. "But I need to make a decision about whether the 'rents oughta know, so let's speed this up, okay?" She then turned and sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other as she looked at him pointedly. "Spill it, little brother." His mind raced. What could he tell her? She'd caught him in a flat-out lie that he had acquired his Falernian wine from a Ren Faire, and had no doubt pieced together that his other recent exotic acquisitions were likewise not from where he'd claimed. So what were her suspicions? She no doubt was assuming, quite reasonably, that he was involved in some illicit activity that

The Detective by Matthew Reilly: Matt Reilly is well known for the thrillers he's been writing for many years now, but this one is quite a departure. It's based in the American South and is the story of many women going missing over a period of 150 years, starting back in 1877….and the investigators looking for them all also disappeared. It's set in the nexus of Louisiana and Texas, where a quirky private detective gets the bit between his teeth and is determined to get to the bottom of it, and it has all the hallmarks of the area – wealthy family dynasties, racism, bayous and alligators and high stakes adventure. The Breath of the Gods by Simon Winchester. A remarkable exploration of our atmosphere, and the role played in our lives by wind – which can be both benign and malevolent. It's a fascinating story told through history, literature, science, poetry and engineering – and includes a piece on our own Wahine disaster. Simon Winchester has an ability to make the everyday and apparently mundane, extraordinary. It's a wonderful book. LISTEN ABOVESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Wat is het Laatste Oordeel?De Wederkomst van Christus geeft Gods Zoon dit geschenk: de Stem namens God te horen verkondigen dat het onware onwaar is, en het ware nooit is veranderd. En dit is het oordeel waarmee waarneming eindigt. Eerst zie je een wereld die dit als waar heeft aanvaard, geprojecteerd vanuit een nu gecorrigeerde denkgeest. En met dit heilige zicht geeft waarneming een stille zegen en verdwijnt daarna; haar doel is bereikt en haar missie volbracht.Het eindoordeel over de wereld bevat geen veroordeling. Want het ziet de wereld als totaal vergeven, zonder zonde en volslagen nutteloos. Zonder oorzaak en nu zonder functie in de visie van Christus verglijdt ze eenvoudig in het niets. Daar werd ze geboren en daar eindigt ze ook. En alle figuren in de droom waarmee de wereld begon, verdwijnen met haar. Lichamen zijn nu onbruikbaar en zullen dan ook oplossen in het niets, want de Zoon van God is onbegrensd.Jij die geloofde dat het Laatste Oordeel van God de wereld samen met jou zou veroordelen tot de hel, aanvaard deze heilige waarheid: Gods Oordeel is het geschenk van de Correctie die Hij aan al jouw dwalingen heeft verleend, en die jou daarvan en van alle gevolgen die ze ooit maar scheen te hebben, bevrijdt. Bang zijn voor Gods verlossende genade is niets anders dan bang zijn voor totale bevrijding van alle lijden, voor de terugkeer tot vrede, zekerheid en geluk, en voor eenwording met jouw eigen Identiteit.Gods Eindoordeel is even genadig als iedere stap in het door Hemzelf vastgestelde plan om Zijn Zoon te zegenen en hem op te roepen terug te keren tot de eeuwige vrede die Hij met hem deelt. Wees niet bang voor liefde. Want zij alleen kan alle leed genezen, alle tranen wegwissen en de Zoon die God als de Zijne erkent zachtjes doen ontwaken uit zijn droom van pijn. Wees niet bang hiervoor. De verlossing vraagt jou haar welkom te heten. En de wereld wacht op jouw blije aanvaarding die haar bevrijden zal.Dit is Gods Eindoordeel: ‘Jij bent nog altijd Mijn heilige Zoon, voor immer onschuldig, eeuwig liefdevol en eeuwig geliefd, even onbegrensd als jouw Schepper, totaal onveranderlijk en voor altijd zuiver. Ontwaak daarom en keer terug tot Mij. Ik ben jouw Vader en jij bent Mijn Zoon.'LES 319Ik ben gekomen voor de verlossing van de wereld.Hier is een gedachte waaruit alle arrogantie weggenomen is en waarin alleen de waarheid overblijft. Want arrogantie is in strijd met de waarheid. Maar wanneer er geen arrogantie is, zal de waarheid onmiddellijk komen om de ruimte in te nemen die het ego door leugens onbezet liet. Alleen het ego kan beperkt zijn en daarom moet het doelen zoeken die begrensd en beperkend zijn. Het ego denkt dat wat de één wint, de totaliteit moet verliezen. En toch is het de Wil van God dat ik leer dat wat de één wint aan allen wordt gegeven.Vader, Uw Wil is totaal. En het doel dat daaruit voortvloeit deelt die totaliteit. Welk ander doel dan de verlossing van de wereld kon U mij hebben gegeven? En wat anders kon de Wil zijn die mijn Zelf met U deelt?Alle tekst- werk en handboek klassen van Een Cursus in Wonderen met Elbert nu te beluisteren en te bekijken op https://decursusmetelbert.nl

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