Podcasts about grandmothers

We hope all our Creeps and Peeper are also unsettled by our tales this week. Dan starts off in  North Carolina with a story about a man who tried to transform into an actual demon. And some think he was, in a way, successful. Then, his second tale is the story of some of the residents of a housing development outside of Houston, built on a forgotten cemetery, who claim that the spirits of those whose remains were disrespected were both awakened and angered by the destruction of their final resting place. Lynze has three stories today! Her first also takes us to Texas where a strange situation occurs with a neighbor. Then, a woman traveling alone has the creepiest taxi ride to her hotel. Lastly, a young boy runs into the former owner of his Grandmother's home. Scared To Death Merch: Exciting new merch is up in the store! Inspired by various Scared to Death episodes, fan and designer, Alex Reed brought to life so many amazing fears! Get your new merch at badmagicproductions.com Cummins Family Scholarship: Congrats to Alyssa Cramblette, Peyton Hoyt, Josephine Carey and Taylor Karizma who have each been awarded $5,000 in scholarships! HUGE thanks to our Patrons who make this possible each year! Want to be a Patron? Get episodes AD-FREE, listen and watch before they are released to anyone else, bonus episodes, a 20% merch discount, additional content, and more! Learn more by visiting: https://www.patreon.com/scaredtodeathpodcast.Send stories to mystory@scaredtodeathpodcast.comSend everything else to info@scaredtodeathpodcast.comPlease rate, review, and subscribe anywhere you listen.Thank you for listening!Follow the show on social media: @scaredtodeathpodcast on Facebook and IG and TTWebsite: https://www.badmagicproductions.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/scaredtodeathpodcastInstagram: https://bit.ly/2miPLf5Mailing Address:Scared to Deathc/o Timesuck PodcastPO Box 3891Coeur d'Alene, ID 83816Opening Sumerian protection spell (adapted):"Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no home… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a demon or a ghoul… Whatever thou be until thou art removed… thou shalt find here no water to drink… Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand to our own… Into our house enter thou not. Through our fence, breakthrough thou not… we are protected though we may be frightened. Our life you may not steal, though we may feel SCARED TO DEATH." Subscribe to SiriusXM Podcasts+ to listen to new episodes of Scared to Death ad-free and a whole week early. Start a free trial now on Apple Podcasts or by visiting siriusxm.com/podcastsplus.

A Tacoma grandmother was hit in the face by a pellet gun at Seattle’s Pike Place Market. Portland is doing its best to oust ICE from the city. // LongForm: GUEST: Former Island County GOP Chair Tim Hazelo on his ongoing legal battle for violating a mask mandate. // Quick Hit: The wrongful death climate change lawsuit is shameful, exploitative political theater. Seattle is facing another legal challenge for its mandatory housing affordability program.

Zach was still a teen when he was scouted by the AFL in Ireland, beginning a great adventure in Australia, where he fell in love and unexpectedly became a dad. On his way home from training, a 24-year-old Zach would have to pull over on the side of the road to cry before he got home to his young family.Zach Tuohy was just 17 years old when he was scouted by the Carlton Football Club at a Gaelic football tournament in his home country of Ireland.He did two trials for the club before taking the plunge, leaving his family behind in Portlaoise and moving to Australia to become a professional footballer, first for Carlton and then for the Cats in Geelong.By the time Zach retired from the AFL in 2024, he had accumulated an astonishing 288 games, a premiership title, a loving Aussie wife and two beautiful sons.But Zach's great Irish-Australian adventure wasn't always a dream run.He struggled as a young, first-time dad, and didn't know who to turn to.On the way home from training, Zach would feel compelled to pull over on the side of the road and cry, alone in his car before coming home to his young family, pretending everything was ok.Further informationThe Irish Experiment is co-authored by Catherine Murphy and published by Simon and Schuster.Keep up to date with Zach's post-footy exploits on his Instagram page.Find out more about the Conversations Live National Tour on the ABC website.This episode of Conversations was produced by Meggie Morris and presented by Sarah Kanowski. Executive Producer is Nicola HarrisonIt explores the AFL, Carlton, Geelong Cats, Premiership, Grand Final, West Coast Eagles, fatherhood, post postpartum depression, postnatal depression in men, young fathers, migration, Irish in Australia, Aussie Rules, hurling, grandma's love, relationships, raising children, life after sport, professional athletes, Sydney Swans, Grand Final, footy.

Pat Fitzgerald-Bocarsly moved from California to Boston and then settled with her husband in New Jersey where she and he both serve in academics at Rutgers and Princeton (in that order). Three adult children, 6 grandkids and a life of adventure and religion and successes in many areas of life. You will enjoy meeting this provost of Rutgers with much more to say about her worries and her hopes for the future. Historical marker includes the First Crusade, Boeing, and Versace and Twitter.Support the showThanks for listening. Please share the pod with your mates, and feel free to comment right here! Write to Bob on his email -- bobmendo@AOL.comLink to https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100078996765315 on Facebook. Bobs Your Uncle features the opinions of Bob Mendelsohn and any of his guests.To financially support the podcast, go to the Patreon site and choose Gold, Silver or Bronze levels. Thanks for that! https://www.patreon.com/BobsYourUncle To read Bob's 1999 autobiography, click this link https://bit.ly/StoryBob To see photos of any of Bob's guests, they are all on an album on his Flickr site click here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/bobmendo/albums/72177720296857670

I'm a wife of 49 years, mother of two adult children, and Grammy to two wonderful girls.  I've worked for my company for 45 years and plan to retire within the next two years.  I love to walk, hike, travel, read and be as active and healthy as possible. I never had to worry about my weight until my early 30s.  I was the skinny kid.  My dad always told me I had toothpick legs. I could eat anything and everything without gaining weight.  When I got married at the age of 22, I weighed 122 pounds, which was the highest weight I'd ever achieved.  When I got pregnant with my daughter eight years later, I weighed 127 lbs.  I gained 22 lbs. during my pregnancy and lost it in a short amount of time.  As I entered my 30s, weight suddenly became an issue, and within about five years, I'd gained up to 160 pounds.  I joined Weight Watchers at work group and got down to 125 lbs., and looked gaunt and unhealthy.  But as is often the case, WW was not sustainable.  And I got back up to where I was when I originally joined WW.I then tried so many other "diets" and landed around 140 lbs.  In 2021, I had a total knee replacement and gained 15 lbs. due to inactivity and comfort eating.  I tried WW again, lost 5 lbs. and then the scale wouldn't budge any further.  My daughter had suggested IF, but the word "fasting" was frightening to me.  Finally, I was so desperate that I said I'd give it a try.  January 26, 2022, was the day I started IF, and I will never live my life any differently.  I lost the other 10 lbs. plus another 15 and have settled into an IF lifestyle.To join the Patreon Community. Please go to www.patreon.com/thefastinghighway or visit the website www.thefastinghighway.com for more information.NEW-Graemes Breaking Free From Sugar Club is an added Benefit for Patreon Members with two hours of group support a month Via Zoom to help you break free from Sugar. This is in addition to four weekly Zoom Support meetings held each month at convenient times around the world.To book a one-on-one support session with GraemePlease go to the website, click " get help" and " get coaching " to book a time. www.thefastinghighway.comDisclaimerThe views expressed in this podcast are those of the host and guest only and should not be taken as medical advice.

Oscar Dunbar, grandson of singer and actress Marianne Faithfull, talks about their grandmother-grandson bond, her finding sanctuary by living in Ireland and the pair of them writing and recording a song together, ‘Love Is', in the months before her death last January.

Stupid News Extra 7-10-2025 …Rent a Grandmother

This week we talk about the rest of the fallout from the Microsoft layoffs, Naughty Dog adding a chronological way to play TLOUII, the Stop Killing Games movement in the UK and finish the show off with Delvin's battles with sleep paralysis and his Grandmother haunting his work. Just another week with PSVG.

In 1982, Argentine geneticist Victor Penchaszadeh was living in exile in New York when he received a call that would change the course of his career. Two founding members of the campaign group, the Grandmothers of the Plaza de Mayo, were asking for his help to find their kidnapped grandchildren. Between 1976 and 1983, Argentina was under military rule. During this period, thousands of mainly young, left-wing people were forcibly disappeared - taken to clandestine detention centres, where many were tortured and killed. Hundreds of babies were born in captivity. Their mothers were later murdered, and the children were often given to families with ties to the regime - and never told their true identities. The Grandmothers travelled the world, desperately asking scientists one question: Without the presence of the parents, could their blood be used to identify their lost grandchildren? Dr Penchaszadeh was the first to say yes. He tells Vicky Farncombe how that answer led to the creation of the world's first national genetic data bank—and the eventual reunion of 140 grandchildren with their real families.Eye-witness accounts brought to life by archive. Witness History is for those fascinated by the past. We take you to the events that have shaped our world through the eyes of the people who were there. For nine minutes every day, we take you back in time and all over the world, to examine wars, coups, scientific discoveries, cultural moments and much more. Recent episodes explore everything from football in Brazil, the history of the ‘Indian Titanic' and the invention of air fryers, to Public Enemy's Fight The Power, subway art and the political crisis in Georgia. We look at the lives of some of the most famous leaders, artists, scientists and personalities in history, including: visionary architect Antoni Gaudi and the design of the Sagrada Familia; Michael Jordan and his bespoke Nike trainers; Princess Diana at the Taj Mahal; and Görel Hanser, manager of legendary Swedish pop band Abba on the influence they've had on the music industry. You can learn all about fascinating and surprising stories, such as the time an Iraqi journalist hurled his shoes at the President of the United States in protest of America's occupation of Iraq; the creation of the Hollywood commercial that changed advertising forever; and the ascent of the first Aboriginal MP.(Photo: Estela de Carlotto is reunited with her lost grandchild Ignacio Hurban. Credit: Reuters)

On this week's show, we revisit our conversation from June 2022 with Great-Grandmother Mary Lyons (Leech Lake Band of Ojibwe), a spiritual advisor, storyteller, activist, wisdom keeper, and revered elder. Mary Lyons is the founder of the Minnesota Coalition on Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and serves as a counselor for the women's sobriety group, which she also co-founded, called Women of Wellbriety International. Mary's inspiring book, Wisdom Lessons: Spirited Guidance from an Ojibwe Great-Grandmother, was published in 2018, and delivers love and advice through stories and perspectives grounded in traditional Indigenous values. Find Mary Lyons' book here: https://birchbarkbooks.com/products/wisdom-lessons Chi Miigwech to Mary Lyons for generously sharing traditional teachings, your wise approach to healing, and life-changing spiritual guidance.  Native Lights: Where Indigenous Voices Shine is a weekly, half-hour radio program hosted by Mille Lacs Band of Ojibwe members and siblings, Leah Lemm and Cole Premo. Native Lights is a space for people in Native communities around Mni Sota Mkoce -- a.k.a. Minnesota -- to tell their stories about finding their gifts and sharing them with the community.  Native Lights: Where Indigenous Voices Shine is produced by Minnesota Native News and Ampers, Diverse Radio for Minnesota's Communities with support from the Minnesota Arts and Cultural Heritage Fund.

This episode is about sex, gender, and Jesus—and what happens when our bodies get wrapped in shame, pleasure, politics, and power. It comes in four parts:

Grandmother Called in a BigfootMany moons ago, on the Glover River in McCurtain County, Oklahoma, my grandparents were at a fishing spot they called the Big Hole. They were busy catfishing when they heard a yell from up the river. For the fun of it, my grandma decided to mimic the sound and yelled right back. Not long after, they heard a huge splashing from up the river coming toward them, as if a large animal was quickly approaching. As the splashing sound got closer, they started feeling uneasy and decided to pack up and leave. My grandma went ahead to the truck to start it up so they could get out faster, and heard some leaves rustling in the woods next to her. She rejoined my grandpa to help with the packing, and once they got everything loaded up, they saw a huge shadow in the trees. They didn't wait around to find out what it was and got out of dodge. She's told me this story many times throughout my life, and I've always figured it was Bigfoot. But I never paid any mind to what the yell could have been until this weekend, when I visited them, and played the Ohio howl recording. I had gotten her attention, and she called my grandpa over so he could hear it, too. My grandparents both said it was just like the sound they heard that day they were fishing at the Big Hole. Little did they know at the time, they had a near encounter with Bigfoot.Join my Supporters Club for $4.99 per month for exclusive stories:https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/what-if-it-s-true-podcast--5445587/support

Episode 561 - Joesph Bolton - Old Grandmother's Tree - Celebrating Cultures and History through FolktalesAbout the AuthorJoseph Bolton was born in Pawtucket, Rhode Island during the twilight of the golden age of French-Canadian culture in New England. Growing up emersed in his mother's French-Canadian family, Joseph enjoyed hearing the stories told by his grandparents and great aunts of a mysterious and magical place called Québec, otherwise known as “the place we came from.”After high school, Joseph's adventurous nature led him to enlist in the U.S. Army and he served in the Army's airborne forces as a paratrooper jumping out of perfectly good airplanes, much to the worry of his mother.Since he retired from the Army, Joseph has worked in various project manager roles as a civilian contractor for the U.S. Air Force. While writing Old Grandmother's Tree, Joseph took a sabbatical from the U.S. Air Force and taught mathematics to young students for a semester at Holy Family Academy in Gardner Massachusetts.Bolton is of French-Canadian, Native American, Spanish, English, and Irish descent, and is profoundly inspired by the stories of his heritage. He lives with his wife in Massachusetts, and, in his free time, enjoys hiking and skiing through Québec and New England landscapes. His favorite places to go for outdoor adventure are the Berkshire Mountains of Massachusetts and Mont-Orford in Québec. When he is not writing, hiking, or skiing, Joseph enjoys reading about science, history, philosophy, mathematics, and worldwide mythologies. Old Grandmother's Tree is his first book.Meet the IllustratorAbout Natasha Pelley-SmithNatasha Pelley-Smith, born in Toronto, is a seasoned professional artist who graduated from the prestigious Écohlcité fine arts academy in France, in 2017—now integrated into Émile Chol of Lyon. Equipped with a diverse skill set that spans from crafting murals of all sizes to illustrating books and creating canvas paintings in oils, acrylics, and mixed media, Natasha's professional journey is a continual creative adventure.Her artistic focal point revolves around expressive portraiture, wherein she delves into the realms of self-identity exploration and cultural influences. Natasha is known to embody her Native American, Jamaican, and Newfoundland roots, as well as other cultural threads from her life. Her work serves as an invitation for others to embrace their multifaceted layers, both culturally and emotionally, promoting messages of unity and self-love.Natasha's private clientele is also noteworthy, where her artwork has garnered recognition, including four fully illustrated published books, leading to her collaboration with U.S. author Joseph Bolton on her most extensive project to date. This book intricately dives into French-Canadian folklore, character self-growth, and prominently explores Joseph's heritage and Native American roots from the Algonquin tribes while also embracing the unified connection to Natasha's roots from the Ojibwe and Cree tribes, featured subtly throughout the book. https://oldgrandmotherstree.com/https://welcome.natashapsartwork.ca/Support the show___https://livingthenextchapter.com/podcast produced by: https://truemediasolutions.ca/Coffee Refills are always appreciated, refill Dave's cup here, and thanks!https://buymeacoffee.com/truemediaca

Cáel  Defeats The Illuminati: Part 19The Great Hunt.Book 3 in 19 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.‘The Hunt is never an easy thing because in the Wild there are things which hunt the hunters'September 11th: First Day Of The Great HuntCentral ArgentinaFelix was still nursing his hurt hand when I came back from my Ishara-space."Well?" he smirked."Plenty of good news," I smirked right back from the place where I had dropped when Felix had cold-cocked me. "Suffice it to say the weather on the final day will be in our favor ~ no more precise answer than that from the goddess SzélAnya ~ plus our horses will not throw us, or give away our position. That's from the Goddess Epona by the way.""Finally, the Goddess Ishara will be watching over us and our travails... she will send omens to warn us of hunters closing in as well as talk to me in my dreams. Apparently she doesn't want me; us; to shame her in this contest so is taking this competition seriously. Mind you, this means the other goddesses will be taking this contest seriously as well, so we have our work cut out for us again.""What is Ishara the Goddess of again?" the teased me."Oaths, love and medicine," I repeated my answer."Fine," the grinned, "is there any goddess in my corner?""None that bothered talking to me," I snorted. "Want me to knock you out and see what you can see?""Nah... I'm Felix Melena. I work better alone.""You mean in alone in a team of two, right?""Yeah; a team of four actually, Nyilas. Don't forget our mounts," Felix motioned to our two horses.I was ecstatic because they had brought Peppermint down from 'Summer Camp' for this romp through the Pampas. To me she was the perfect mare for this endeavor.Felix had been gifted with a spirited gelding named 'Thunderbolt'; 'Rayo' in Spanish. He was a black haired beast with white sox and a white diamond on his forehead. Felix had wanted a stallion, but the Horse-mistresses of Epona had nixed that choice as highly impractical for a horse-virgin such as himself. I had to agree as stallions had far too much spirit and the likelihood of one making noise when it smelled an unknown mare was far too high... so a gelding it was.Not that an 'unknown' mare was that much of a possibility. See, we had been put down where the other thirty huntresses would also be starting from; a makeshift corral our host Freehold had put together as the entrance to some 'badlands' in which the hunt would be taking place. There ten Amazons; with their own mounts; manned the place, fed the horses and made sure no one cheated out of the starting gate.We had our 24 hours head start on our pursuers, but that didn't turn out to be the huge edge we thought it would be. We were given the first part of our map... which led to the area we would find our second part of our map... and so on until sometime late Saturday night, or Sunday morning, we would find the final part of our map which would direct us to where our extraction point would be.We were to be extracted at Noon; not sunset as we had originally been told; on Sunday. Actually, anytime between ten minutes before to ten minutes after... so fair this was not seeing as we were novice outdoorsmen. Still, those were the rules we were given so off we went early Thursday morning. In the truest Amazon fashion, this was to be a contest which required the utmost skill and endurance to win.Heading out, Felix and I were deciding on what the enemy strategy, or strategies, would be. We figured some would start by simply trailing us seeing as how they were better both at tracking as well as doing so from horseback. The second group would follow a different, but equally difficult 'Treasure Hunt' toward our final point of extraction and wait for us there.I reminded Felix that neither he nor I nor any of the Amazons would be riding our horses to death, or even injury, because that wasn't the Amazon way. Such callous disregard for one's mount wasn't in them and we had to follow that dictum, or suffer irreparable harm to our own 'honor' should we do so and somehow win. Doing so and losing... we decided to not even go there.This also meant we had to take time for our horses to graze and find water for them to drink along the way. After getting that lecture, Felix wondered out loud if it wouldn't be a better idea for us to let our horses loose and 'hoofing' it ourselves seeing as how the Amazons would also have to follow the same horse etiquette. I had to remind him reluctantly how much faster horses could travel. Horses were the way to go.The difference was there was no rapid charging across the landscape with the Sun at our backs as we headed out. No, we took it at a steady trot until we hit our first terrain feature; a steady gradient cut in the side of a canyon which had been created over the millennia by the forces of wind and rain. Down we went. Our horizon sunk down until all we had were the walls of the canyon.Our map directed us to take this route to the first 'treasure horde', whatever that was. By the way we were moving and how the Sun slowly crawled up above us; recall it was almost 'spring' down under; we figure we were making good progress toward our first target... which we located without too much hassle around noon.It was a Bonanza! Not for us, but for the horses. We had four bags of grain for our mounts. We humans received some sort of indescribable jerky (since it was probably not human we decided to eat it... later [it turned out to be the local flightless bird and it tasted like chicken jerk jerky too!]). There was also the second part of our map which led us farther out into the wilderness. Off we went.Third Treasure Trove.By evening we had found our third treasure trove. The second had contained two compasses and two hatchets (Yippee!). The third had contained two sections of twenty-five meter rope and some flint and tinder so we could start a fire. Felix was all for this as it was butt-numbing cold already and we were damn tired from a day full of riding.We compromised by creating a banked fire. We also decided to sleep instead of pushing on. It was pretty dark outside even with the three-quarters Moon above. We definitely didn't want to walk our mounts into something which could bring them up lame this early in the contest. I assured Felix we couldn't abandon them and leading them would be torture. Essentially we would be disqualified.I won the compass toss and got to sleep the first part of the night. Felix woke me around Moon-set and then I kept watch; there were predators about, or so we believed; until sunrise. Then we ate the last of the jerky, fed and watered our mounts then head out once more. This time our hearts began to hammer within their cages and every noise had sinister implications.See, the Amazons are cheating bitches of all cheating bitches and could have started after us at 12:01 last night and pushed on following our trail through the night. Being expert horsewomen and spectacular trackers they could do shit like that. We, their prey, had to be clever in other ways. What those ways were weren't relatively apparent though.Maybe Pamela could show up and, after slapping me upside my head, give me a clue. No Pamela arrived though so we were on our own. Shortly after the Sun crested the canyon walls; we kept to the canyons just in case; we came across the fourth 'trove'... and it was chilling. We received two binoculars and some more jerky (it was to be our lunch). The binoculars were the chilling part because if WE had some then most likely the Amazons behind us had some as well.Also, the way from our fourth treasure to out fifth put us in the horns of a dilemma. We could either cut over the sides of the canyon to where the fifth treasure trove/map was, or keep to the canyon and travel three times the distance. After a quick discussion followed by some 'rock-paper-scissors' (complete with a prayer to Dot Ishara), I won, so up and over the side we went.To reduce the size of our silhouette, we dismounted and led our horses across the... and stumbled across a herd of cattle; Sweet Mother Ishara! We moved through the herd, waved to the accompanying Amazon gaucho, and went on our way. Felix muttered something about my 'dumb' luck. He-he-he-he-he... We talked to the gaucho, turned on the charm and convinced her to not tell any of our pursuers we had come by this way.She was like nineteen years old and I could tell really took a shine to Felix... so he promised to come back and visit her the moment he won the contest. After we departed her and her track-erasing herd of cattle, I pulled him aside."You had better keep that promise to that girl. If you don't, she and her kinfolk will hunt your ass down and tag you like a mule deer in the Yellowstone," I cautioned him."I know. I know," he grinned. "These are some crazy ass bitches. Besides, being the lone male in a freehold of women has its own appeal."I thought we were in safe territory again when Felix finally asked that doom-laden question."Cáel , where have all their dudes gotten off to?"'Oh shit', I mused. How much of the truth could Felix handle?"I'm only telling you this because I like you," I said then took a deep breath. "They sold them to the Nine Clans... they are a bunch of assassins.""Really?" he studied me. Like he was going to catch me in a lie after four years of dating the most dangerous game on this Earth; girlfriends."Really. Where do you think they get those legion of ninja and combat fighters from? Sure their life expectancy isn't what we have, but it is much better than they would have if they stayed home." There was some part of the truth in that."That seems... short-sighted.""What do you think guys like us are for? Now they won't have to kidnap local passer-byers for weeklong orgies.""How come words has never gotten out about this?" Felix was relentless."It has from time to time, but Havenstone makes sure such reports are relegated to the realm of tabloids and UFO aficionados. If that doesn't work, they bribe some people to bury the story. If that doesn't work, they kill some people.""Now that I believe," Felix nodded."That they kill people to keep their secrets?""Absolutely. They look like the kind of girlfriend who wouldn't be happy unless she burns your balls before your eyes after you break up.""How succinct," I nodded back."So, are we ever going to see Khalid, Trent, or Brian again?""Sure... they are only being kept prisoners and milked of their seeds... but I can arrange for you go to go meet them if you really want to," I offered."No thanks," Felix shook his head then grinned. "They washed out while only you and I remain. Let me find them on my own and get some sort of permission from Ms. Love (Katrina) first. I thought Khalid was kind of cool and Trent was the kind of brother I could invite out for a beer, or ten.""Not Brian?""Brian was too invested in himself and his weevil-ing ways. I couldn't trust him at my back, or with my girl. Mind you, I wouldn't trust you with my girl either, but we are otherwise okay.""Smart move. I have exceedingly low impulse control around the ladies plus an over-developed libido.""Yeah," he smiled my way. "I'd trust you in a knife fight, but not with someone I loved. You are way too smooth, Nyilas. Way too smooth.""What brought that revelation on?""Ms. Lee (Brooke). Normally I can mend any fence with any girl I come across, but not with her after she'd been with you. I admire that," he studied me."So, are you and Gene going to be a regular thing?""Yeah. I think so. I still expect me to be getting plenty of tail at Havenstone once I win this thing, but having a less-lethal girl on the outside wouldn't suck either."So much like me... I admired that about the guy."Once we win, don't ya mean?""Sure thing, Nyilas," he chuckled. "I figure it helps me to help you across the finish line. The better standing you end up in the better an ally you make back at work.""That reminds me; Katrina told me they are going to spin this; your participation in this inaugural Great Hunt is that all sins are forgiven; yadda, yadda, yadda. Thus you still walking around Havenstone being the bad boy you are.""Clever lady and always thinking ahead. Is she seeing anybody?""No, and dude, you don't want to go there. She is far too clever by half to fall for any of our reindeer games. She scares me," I cautioned him."All the more reason to pursue her," he snorted."Go for it," I shrugged. Hey, I'd warned the guy."What about that blonde number I saw you with... Elsa was it?"Oh, he knew exactly who Elsa was, but he was acting all nonchalant about his treatment at her hands."Yeah. Elsa. What about her?""Is she in your stable?""Nope. Not really," I shrugged. "Going after her too?""Oh, definitely.""Good luck with that," I sighed. He'd learn the hard way."There is something you are not telling me.""Yeah. She has the hots for me. Wants to own me... and not in a good way.""Oh... is that your way of cautioning me to be wary of her?""Most definitely. Elsa is one scary lady and she already knows who and what we both are.""What are we?" he was eyeballing me again."Hunters on the prowl. Guys who like a challenge. In your case, the guy who only wants the best. I'm more of an omnivore.""You mean you are a man-slut," he snorted."Got me," I chuckled."So, you think she's out of my league?""No. I think she is Katrina's friend and Katrina sees right through both of us. Elsa might not have those interpersonal skills, but she's twice as lethal. Trust me on that; I've fought her.""How tough was she?""Beat me black and blue then choked me out because I wouldn't surrender.""Oh... I'd like to get her on the mats.""Good luck with that then. Become a 'Runner' and there is even more I can tell you about her. Right now it is all simply in-house stuff.""Corporate confidentiality details, eh? Executive Services purview and stuff like that. Man, I was wrong to look down on your branch of service. I apologize.""Why thank you. I honestly never thought I'd get a sincere apology from you.""I can be wrong once in your lifetime," Felix laughed, "and I'm man enough to admit it.""Oh... and thanks for the sim-cards. They helped me get off that deserted atoll.""No problem. That was Katrina's idea though.""Well, you got them to us so surreptitiously the Chinese suspected nothing.""Don't you mean those rogue Albanians?""Yeah... them too," I laughed along with him."I think we can be friends, Nyilas," he grinned."I think so too. I didn't think so originally. On the first day you and the others treated me like the country bumpkin, but now I think you see me as a survivor... just like you.""Precisely. You know I had the option of leaving Havenstone... no matter how this affair turns out.""And you didn't take it? Who offered you this opportunity anyway?""Katrina.""It might have been a ruse," I warned him. "These bitches don't play fair.""I took that into account... but I love the challenge of this place. It is like no other work environment on Earth. Challenges every day, hot women all around, and the chance to risk my life on a monthly basis. Screw regular corporate America. I've found the place where I belong."Felix sounded so enthusiastic. I hoped he understood the fate he was embracing. I also hoped he found a niche in Havenstone which allowed him to live out his life... hopefully a long, long life. Maybe I should warn him about the 'cliffs'? Perhaps once we had won and were safely back in Havenstone's motherly embrace.Hiding.Fortune favored us backtracking from our seventh treasure trove; our dinner and more grain for the horses. A few birds flew up out of the brush ahead of us. I took that as a sign from Ishara."Felix," I hissed. "Hide!"We looked around and found a draw away from the main canyon floor for us to slink into. I used some brush to cover our side tracks then ran back to cover.No sooner had I gotten there than two Amazons came trotting past us. The lead one was Svetlana Inara and she was tracking us from the saddle. The second one was Beatrice Astarte who was scanning the environment as they moved together following our trail up this vein of the canyon. As soon as they were around the next corner of the vein, Felix and I mounted up and raced down the other way.The sand floor covered our hoof-falls and we had to go that way anyway. We had barely covered the distance to the next draw when we spotted two more Amazons following our earlier trail this way. We had Two Amazon parties on our trail and it wasn't even Friday night yet! This group spotted us and gave chase. They must have ridden their horses hard to get this far because we quickly left them in our dust.This allowed us to slow down a bit and deviate over to where the eight 'treasure' was. Our map had us going back down his particular draw which I thought was most unwise, so we went over the lip of the draw dismounted and led our horses at a rapid run; for us humans; across the greater landscape. Thank SzélAnya, a late afternoon rainstorm fell upon us as we dropped down into the next vein of the canyon before the pursuing Amazons crested the draw we had exited.We walked through the rain until the sun set then debated what to do next. We were going to need light to figure out where the eighth treasure was at; they were all somewhat hidden. We had to keep moving no matter what because we doubted the Amazons on our asses were going to let up. We decided when we got close to the eighth treasure horde I would do the searching while Felix stood watch on the entrance to the draw.Using a hatchet I cut off a branch from a bush and set it alight so I could see what I was doing. It took me twenty long minutes to figure out where the treasure was hidden... night-vision goggles and the map to the ninth map piece. Gleefully, I went back down to where Felix was except... no Felix. Oh Shit! I slipped back and put on my night-vision goggles, got a hatchet at the ready and returned, scanning about.I spotted one Amazon... she was Carla Nemain... and I recalled her being teamed with Ella Mielikki. Anyway, I tried to sneak up on Carla and it almost worked. At the last moment the cloud cover cleared and the three-quarters Moon revealed me. She spun on me with twin fighting sticks while I tried to brain her with the flat side of my hatchet.Yours truly took two punishing blows to his ribs while only clipping her with my hatchet. Still, the blow appeared to cause her to stumble so I pressed my advantage. I knocked one of her two sticks out of her hand then missed twice. I thought I heard someone coming up hard behind me. Well... fuck!"What do you have?" Carla grumbled. "Are you trying to kill me?"I kept silent, pulling out my second hatchet and pressing my luck a little further. I disarmed her and then hammered her down with a hatchet to the top of her skull. Down she went. I spun around just in time to see Ella Mielikki coming at me with a lasso. She launched it a second too late and I was able to bat it aside. She drew her honor blade and kept coming though."Ella... I have two hatchets. This is not a fight you can win," I addressed her."You won't kill me," she kept advancing."Of course not. We are sisters, but I can do... this!" and I attacked her with the flat ends of my twin hatchets. I so had her too... or I would have had I had the extra moment to ensure Carla was unconscious.She wasn't. She jumped me from behind then Ella rushed in from the front and I went down in a tangle of arms, legs and torsos. I was doing surprisingly well wrestling them both despite the odds until Ella put her knife against my throat."Give up," she panted. "You have been captured. Admit it!""I surrender," I sighed then relaxed my body. My two hatchets dropped to the ground."Let's bind him up too," Carla grinned. They proceeded to tie my hands behind my back then my legs together. Then then gave each other a celebratory 'high-five'. Then came their pillaging of our loot. They especially loved our night vision goggles and the grain for 'their' horses. They abandoned our horses, put loose nooses around our necks and began riding off down the canyon, their horses feeding on the grain in feedbags... and there was a suitably humbled Felix...To do so they had to untie our legs, but they compensated for that by tying our elbows together behind our backs as well as our hands. It was a rather painful affair. All in all, our captors were quite triumphant. After a while, I decided to speak."So, how did you catch us so fast?" I asked Carla. She had my noose."I prayed to Nemain and then picked a compass point and rode that way. We came across your path and followed you here."So you weren't the group following us from the afternoon?""No... you were being followed?""Yes... by two groups... both of whom tracked us from the beginning," I sighed."Ella," Carla addressed her companion. "We had better get a move on. There are four others on our track.""Damn it," Ella grumbled. "You take both males. I'll double back and start masking our trail. You pick a different compass point and I'll catch up.""Okay. Come here," Carla accepted Felix's noose from Ella. "We are going... north by northwest."Ella doubled back and was soon out of sight. Carl took the next draw she came across and kept up a steady walking pace. As a matter of safety, she didn't wrap our tethers around her saddle horn on the off chance her horse took off. We could be dragged to death of we were attached to the horse. So, we had a momentary advantage... and took it.I spotted Felix counting down with his fingers behind his back. I spotted him at '4'. I rapidly signaled '3', he went to '2' and I finished up with '1' then we lunged backwards trying to pull her off her horse. With my luck, she tumbled down on Felix's side, horse rearing up. I ran for it, quickly pulling my noose along with me. I heard Carla and Felix cursing behind me.It was gut-check time. I could abandon Felix or attempt to double back and help him with only my legs because my hands were behind my back."Fuck it," I cursed silently as I doubled back. In the forefront of my mind was the notion Felix would come back for me if the roles were reversed. In I charged.Felix was standing, trying to use his martial arts kicks to keep her at bay.He was also absorbing the majority of her concentration because; again; she didn't notice me until I was right on top of her. I put a shoulder into her diaphragm, taking her down and knocking her knife out of her hands. Felix didn't waste a moment giving her as snap-kick to the cranium... knocking her out. I picked up the knife and backed up toward my partner.First I had to saw through his elbow bonds and then his bound hands to free him. This all took precious time. I had just freed him when Carla began moaning. Felix looked to me then to the horse."Go," I urged him on. "Go to the next site and then double back for me. You know which way they will be heading and it is you on horseback versus two of us who aren't."He gave me a quick nod of the head then jumped into the saddle... and almost spilled himself over the other side, but then was off like a flash. I ran off in the other direction. Of course with the minimal lighting and my arms tied behind my back I didn't expect to get too far, but what realistic choice did I have. I certainly wasn't going to give up, damn it.[The Politics Of Not Playing Fair]In hindsight, knowing the Amazons were cheating bitches of cheating bitches, I should have tried to cheat more, but I ended up thinking too much about the male version of honor and not enough about winning. Thankfully, others were much more invested in me winning than that. Add to this and I had family I really hadn't counted on seeing things that way.And then there was the Sanctity of the Contract to consider... which I clearly hadn't, though the opportunity to do so was right there all along.As I was fleeing for my life I caught sight of one person running past me to my right and another to my left as a third slammed into me and took me down. For an instance I was thinking 'now they are operating in groups of four!' then the clothing of the three entered my consciousness. They weren't dressed like Amazons. Their camouflage was all wrong unless you were deliberately trying to hide in this environment.The only people I knew who would do something like that without a plethora of modern weapons being evident; thus being the Seven Pillars; were the Ninja![in Japanese] "Hey there, are you looking for me?"[in Japanese] "Yes we are, Ishara-sama," a feminine voice answered. "Where is your companion? We are supposed to make a good faith effort to save them as well.""Wait... who hired you?""Well, it is supposed to be something of a secret so tell no one, but it was your brother," she replied in thickly accented English. With a few flashes of steel in the moonlight and I was a free Amazon once more."Were did the other two go?""Covering your tracks and laying out a few nuisance traps to confuse the two following you.""Your body feels... awfully familiar," I hazarded conversation of another sort."I am Miyako's older sister; and married. Happily so though I have been repeatedly reminded of your... horn-dog status. It is 'horn-dog' correct?""Yeah," I sighed. "That's me. Let's go find Felix before he gets hopelessly lost."By this time the other two had made it back to us, expertly covering my tracks; they were not leaving any; because, you know, they were ninjas. By the looks of things it must have seemed I flew away because I had simply vanished as well. I wish I could have hung around long enough to see the looks of consternation on the pursuing Amazons' faces, but I had real work to take care of."So basically, my Brother, the Great Khan, has hired three ninja to help me win," I whispered as we made our getaway into the moonlit darkness."Oh no," I could have sworn she smiled, "There are seven of us. We each have other tasks to perform, be it carry extra equipment, or scouting ahead to make sure we don't bump into any more of your girlfriends.""They are not my girlfriends... yet... maybe," I shrugged."Don't make me hit you," she whispered back. "I will hit you if you cheat too much on my little sister. She is so impressionable you know.""Oh... boy," I groaned. A protective older sister while I was on a time table. "Is all of your team female?" I asked instead."Yes. When dealing with our allies the Amazons it was considered the diplomatic thing to do. Now we most move like the autumn breeze over the grass, Ishara-sama.""Please, call me Cáel . What's your name?""Not something I can reveal while on a mission. My name in the team is 'First' as I am the team leader.""I could call you Hatsuyuki," I kept going. Hatsuyuki meant 'First Snow'. We were angling in a different direction suggesting to me we had come across Felix's path and were racing to catch him."I will help you out a bit," she chuckled ever so slightly. "Every woman on the team is a sister, or sister-in-law of Miyako, so we have all heard the tales of your exploits and been suitably warned by Grandmother to not fall for your... reindeer games.""Wow... cut off at the knees before even leaving the starting gate," I frowned."Please concentrate on the task at hand Ishara-sama," she whispered then, "Four more ahead of us. I swear they must have some sort of divine assistance as well.""Cheating bitches of all cheating bitches," I quietly cursed. Hatsuyuki put her hand over my mouth despite the low volume of my words.I risked a peek. It was fucking Elsa and Rachel and they were having a pow-wow with Tormé Maeve and Parul Nammu. By the rules of the Great Hunt, no Amazon could subdue, or otherwise hinder any other Amazon; as long as they didn't have a male. Then all bets were off. After a while the two teams flipped a coin and departed in different ways... which were eerily close to our actual track.The moment they were safely away, we took off once more at a steady jog. Mind you, I was in pretty damn good shape... and these little ninja babes were threatening to run me into the ground such was their stamina. The big thing was breath control. We had to be prepared to be utterly still at a moment's notice. Every Amazon around us was as hunter of some sort, be it of big game, or of humans.Even with their precautions we found ourselves being tracked by Daryna Šauška and Yatta Oxóssi within the hour. Exactly what they were tracking wasn't known to me and was a source of consternation to the Ninja. It was impossible to outrun horse-bound foes at our current pace and if we moved faster, the odds of our enchantment failing would drastically increase."Fuck!" I hissed."What?" Hatsuyuki made brief eye contact then scanned around for whatever threat I might have detected."They are tracking the magic of the enchantment," I enlightened her."Are you sure?""Alal; my Grandfather is," I held her eyes this time. "Honestly, I was going through the Rolodex of my mind when this thought occurred to me. I think it was a mystic rite the Egyptians invented millennia ago, but he knows it.""What is the counter?""I don't know," I sighed, "but I do know your movement is leaving a magical trail behind which glows like the failing light of a sunset to the searcher."Hatsuyuki whispered some arcane words which my ears failed to focus on while making several complicated hand gestures. She gave me one head nod then we took off, jogging in another direction though still angling to intercept Felix. I noticed the change immediately. Dry grass crackled beneath our feet and standing grass bent at our passage. I was the worst offender without a doubt.Later when we stopped for a break, 'Three' returned to tell us the followers had initially been confused by the loss of the spell energy betraying us, but then they dismounted and began tracking us on foot; slower yet still a persistent menace."New plan," I decided. "We set an ambush for them.""We can't do that, Cáel ," Hatsuyuki informed me. "We are forbidden to directly confront our foes."My mind barely hesitated in its skullduggery."But if I confront them, could you steal their horses?""Yes," she grinned once more, or so I thought. "Then set up a field of simple traps with a path I can maneuver through so I can lose them once I have their undivided attention. Can you do that?""Yes," and another smile."Let's get on it," I grinned back. I could tell she was warming up to me. After all, I wasn't pressuring her to save me, or violate her Contract. Instead I was thinking on my feet and utilizing what they were best at to avoid my enemies.[in Japanese] "Team, here is what we must do," Hatsuyuki gathered her girls together and laid out what they needed to accomplish.Twenty minutes later, the ambush was set and the two ladies walked right into it. Apparently the idea I would fight back so aggressively hadn't occurred to them. I smashed straight into Daryna first, knocking her down and running past her. Instinctively she jumped up, cursing me even as she gave chase. For an instance Yatta hesitated, considering mounting up and giving chase, or pursuing on foot. Rapidly riding a horse even in this partially moonlit night was risky so she decided to join Daryna on foot as I raced away. She did grab her lasso first though. Seeing as Daryna was following in my footsteps, it was Yatta who stumbled into the first series of traps, spraining her ankle in the process.Hearing that, I took a quick detour, allowing Daryna to catch up if she cut crossways in her pursuit. Predictably she did so and crashed into her own series of traps while I continued to beat feet out of there. As Daryna untangled herself from the 'spider web' trap; really just a tangle of silk strings; she heard the horses neigh and then take off. The ninja had exploded smoke bombs in the horses' faces to accomplish this feat.By the time Daryna stood up, I was long gone in the foot race. She carefully picked her way back to Yatta, helped her up and then worked her way back to find their saddles cut loose and packs set aside... and their horses long gone as well. From what 'Five' related to us later, Daryna elected to take after their lost steeds while Yatta treated her sore ankle. 'Five' didn't hang around to see how long it took Daryna to return with their mounts. The rest of us had successfully slipped away by that time.Reunited.By the time we had reunited with Felix he had already discovered our next Treasure Trove; more grain, a compass and a map of the whole region. Woot! We still only had one mount until an hour past sunrise when our two steeds came trotting into our brief camp. Now we had three horses. We elected to release Carla's mount to find its way back to her mistress... eventually, we hoped."Care to explain the entourage?" Felix joked."Somebody who is somebody loves me," I shrugged. "I can't tell you who though. I've been sworn to secrecy.""Damn... five female ninja. We have got to not waste this opportunity.""I am so onboard with that plan," I grinned, "but it going to be tough. Most of the only speak Japanese and they are all related to a girl I've already knocked up.""So they all know what a stud you are, Cáel ," Felix laughed. "Give it time and they'll be begging for it. I know the type. Fit, but silent with minimal social skills. They want to know all about how you seduced their sister, cousin, what have you.""God, I hope so," I groaned. "All this abstinence is driving me crazy.""Me too," he chuckled. "Me too."Oh, what we had planned was horribly irresponsible. We had the inaugural First Great Hunt to win for all Mankind after all. Still, it took only three elements to be effective; a stream, river, or lake of some kind to bathe in; to convince the ninja we had to take a bath to remove any scent the Amazons who captured us may have sprayed on us; and the ninjas' willingness to believe such an outlandish excuse to get naked. Once they saw us naked nature would take its course.Well, despite our awesome masculine arsenals... we got nowhere. The ninja babes didn't buy our excuses, blew away our pseudoscientific ramblings (pheromones don't work that way, they insisted) and seriously; we didn't really have the time. So while putting our shirts back on and then going for our boots, two more Amazons came our way. We barely had the warning time to seek cover when Elsa and Rachel came riding down the stream, looking each way for any signs of us.Thanks to our horses remaining perfectly still as well, they gradually moved past our hidey-holes and out of our view. The second the ninjas gave us the 'all clear' we hurriedly finished dressing then headed off in a different direction. The last two Amazons I wanted to confront were Elsa and Rachel. I liked Rachel too much and quite frankly was too afraid of Elsa.Once more we risked using some Ninja Magics to aid our passage through a light, early morning rain. This one put off a confusing area of tracks which were both difficult to follow; Amazons were no dummies; and included our chosen pathway to the next treasure trove. Shortly after an overcast noontime Sun, we hunkered down for a few hours and took a short nap.I would have liked to sleep longer, but according to the two ninja who had stood watch, the whole area appeared to be crawling with Amazons out and about, mounted and dismounted and following our misleading trails, but still being close enough around to make traveling above the canyons frankly impossible. Felix and I had a meeting of the minds with Hatsuyuki.Sending two Ninja off on our steeds wouldn't work because at least one group of the opposition had our binoculars and none of the Ninja could pass for us under such scrutiny. In fact, we couldn't come up with a single plan which guaranteed us a chance to move about unseen. So, we came up with a crazy plan instead. I would take off on Peppermint in an elliptical path meant to draw off as many Amazons as possible.It had to be me because a few of the Amazons might not pursue Felix if he tried the same stunt, focusing on capturing Ishara first... so Ishara had to be the one to play decoy. We shook hands, hugged then scouted around for the best opportunity for me to make a bolt for it... then off I went. What the Ninja planned to do wasn't revealed to us though I had a feeling they weren't enamored with my plan.Peppermint and I came out of the closest draw and set off with a meandering gate; we would need all the speed she could muster soon enough. Unthinkingly, I had also stumbled across an added bonus to my plan. Me and my dumb luck. See, all the Amazons anywhere close to me at the start had been pressing their mounts hard for a day and a half now plus hadn't spent any time last night sleeping whereas me and Peppermint were relatively well fed and watered as well as well rested.Still, my initial sense was that I was simply fucked. All across the plain, Amazons noted my presence within a minute and began moving to hem me in. I imagine once I was unmounted and bound, the grand melee to see who would claim me would begin. I counted twelve of the fine ladies and while none were directly ahead of the direction I was heading in, some were far too close for me to hold out much hope.I didn't give up though. I wasn't in me and apparently it wasn't in Peppermint either. She picked up the pace instinctively when I leaned forward and off we went. Incrementally, all thirteen steeds picked up their speeds. I wasn't going to make it... and then it got worse. Coming out of a draw to my front-right was none other than Ella Mielikki.See appeared as surprised to see me as I was to see her, but that didn't last. She whipped out her lasso and spurred her mount to go faster. She was going to cut me off. I had no out in any other direction. All I had was a plain full of grass and thunderclouds in the distance; just too far away to do me any good.'Remember who you were...' came unbidden to my mind.I leaned forward and began whispering in Peppermint's ear in a language I did not know... but three thousand years ago it had been the language of horse peoples like the Scythians who taught it to their noble young... and so had another people long forgotten by history... the Medians. The words spilled out of me until all that was left was the final benediction; words that would bind man and mount together.[Median] "For Aya," I whispered.Remember who you were; wasn't meant for me. It was for the hundreds of Median steeds my Grandfather had ridden into battle... with his comrades-in-arms for over a thousand years two thousand years ago.Ella was whirling the lasso over her head. We were so close I could read the prayer to Mielikki on her lips as she strove to close those last few hoof-falls. The lasso flew through the air...Peppermint took off in a burst of speed utterly unlooked for. Her ghostly white plume rose majestically over her head; Grandfather's symbol... and now mine. The thunder of a hundred such steeds filled my ears with their power as we pulled away from the falling lasso... now less than a foot... too short. She had missed us and with that throw, passed the last chance the Amazons had to catch me.Rachel would later tell me they were all completely aghast at the pace Peppermint set as we rode past Mielikki, easily outdistancing her thus everyone else. We had escaped them and they knew it. They didn't know how and the looks of utter disbelief the Amazons behind me exchanged left them no doubt I had led them a merry chase only to vanish in a whirlwind of dust as I raced all the way into the storm-burst. Gone, gone, gone.Rachel told me she had then turned to Elsa and laughed heartily."I should have given him my honor blade," she chuckled, "because unlike the rest of you, I knew better.""But, what did he do?" Elsa had asked, truly curious and a bit frustrated."Just being Cáel ," Rachel had shaken her head as she replied. "Just being Cáel ."[Sunday]It was a thick, pounding rain as promised. No one could ride in this. Visibility was down to a few yards and the ground had turned into a morass. Only the greyness of the clouds betrayed the coming of day to us while our final treasure trove; a compass, map and coordinates for the rescue; pointed us in the proper direction... us and thirty Amazons.In our favor, the Ninja threw up a marching cordon around us so we didn't walk into any ambushes, and any Amazons not already at least even with us in the distance separating us from our evacuation point had a chance of catching us. Again, no Amazon worthy of their name would ride in weather like this and in a foot race, we men actually finally had the advantage.I wish I knew who was closest so I could plan accordingly. In strictly hand to hand combat, Felix and I had the advantage on over half those we were confronting. While most excelled at being hunters, beating up their prey with hands and knives wasn't normally their second best feature. No, they were fine combatants, just not in Felix's, or my, league.But then there were the Amazons like Tormé Maeve and Elsa Zorja who could kick our asses without a doubt, and planning how to fight them required a completely different game plan."What's on your mind?" Felix leaned in and shouted into my ear."This ain't over. Not only do we have to reach the evacuation site within a twenty minute window, we have to hope a half-dozen Amazons aren't waiting there for us."Felix nodded."Who is going to be the worst team?""Elsa and Rachel. I'm not sure I can beat Rachel and I'm damn sure I can't beat Elsa," I answered."Leave Elsa to me then. While I've never fought her before, she's also never fought me," he reasoned. "My best bet is an all-out offense; holding nothing back and hope I can outmuscle her before she pulls some surprise on me.""That's about right," it was my turn to nod.One of the Ninja came running back to us."There are two Amazons ahead of us going in the same direction. What do you want to do?"I looked to Felix who cracked his knuckles. He was right too. We didn't have enough time left to race around them; not in this mud; so jumping them and putting them down was our best bet.Bleeding.Our fists were bleeding, I had a knife wound on my left thigh, and Felix's nose was most likely broken, but we had put down two pairs of Amazons in the closing hour of the Great Hunt... and we were still free. We had even recorded the coordinates of where we left the four bound Amazons because leaving them all tied up in these conditions didn't seem fair.So far we had put down Niranjana Ereshkigal and Anna Cybele whose strategy was to figure out where the evacuation point was and then set up an ambush close by, and our old buddies, Tormé Maeve and Parul Nammu, who had been racing up to the evacuation point after some piece of divine intervention. They stumbled into us as we were binding up the first two.Thanks to the Ninja we had a moment's warning before they jogged right into us. It was on! Felix immediately challenged Tormé while I circled Parul, each seeking an advantage. Unfortunately, Tormé began cleaning Felix's clock so spun around and we switched partners."I wanted it to be me and you," she snarled."I was hoping to miss you entirely," I replied. She laughed and closed... and then slipped in the mud and slid right into my knee strike. Before she could clean the cobwebs from her head, I had landed three solid fist strikes to her jaw, rendering her incapable of immediate resistance; one tough chick! I quick glance back to Felix showed me he had Parul well in hand, so I quickly bound Tormé up and took her honor blade so she wouldn't be cutting herself free too soon.After we had Parul secured, Felix slapped me on the back and laughed."You bastard, I saw that," he chuckled. "She slipped.""I'll take it," I was unapologetic. Explaining to Felix how she was Katrina's #1 assassin would take too long. I'd leave it to Katrina to warn him how dangerous dating her would be.And then we heard the helicopter... and looked at our watches. It Was 11:48! We raced up the last bit of the slope to see the helicopter finish its descent. We'd made it... and then we saw Elsa and Rachel climbing up the slope beside us, disguised as we were by the downpour."Cáel !" Elsa screamed out my name. Rachel simply charged Felix wordlessly.I drew Tormé's honor blade and faced Elsa down. "Do you honestly think you can defeat me?" Elsa laughed. "Because Cáel , you cannot. You are already beaten, bruised and bleeding. Surrender and I promise to be gentle.""On any other day, I would agree with you, but this is not like any other day," I held my captured small knife out in a fighting stance."Today... today I have my Grandfather's knowledge and my Father's boundless spirit, Elsa. Today; you cannot defeat me. Come at me and find out, if you must." My stance flowed into an alien design... which came from a time when knives were the only close combat weapon anyone was lucky enough to have. My knife raised up over my head yet still pointing at my opponent while my empty left hand pointed at my foe.Then it occurred to me... if I could withstand the pain, I could grab her blade and hold it in place while I slashed down with my own ceremonial weapon. I could regenerate the damage; that was my edge and this was a fighting stance my Grandfather had perfected with that knowledge when all blades were either sharp stones, or smelted copper.I could see Elsa studying me rapid-quick before she made her lunge. It was so On! The first series of slashing strikes saw me barely missing having my hand cut open. I wasn't so lucky my second time around. Elsa sliced my ring finger to the bone."Damnit, Cáel !" Elsa snapped. "If you are going to fight me, at least use the training Pamela gave you. I have no idea what this crazy stance is supposed to show, but I think it is nothing more than your made-up style again. This time I am going to really hurt you if you don't surrender... Right Now!"Yeah, Elsa was upset she had to actually hurt me. I sensed that in her. Still, the pain quickly receded and I continued to stalk her... silently and with great determination on my face. No response was necessary and I was sure my quietude was unsettling her even more. On the next exchange Elsa moved so fast I couldn't track her blade. Still, I moved my empty palm across to stop her most likely angle of attack.I was wrong. By shifting my entire body to stop her slash, I put myself in the wrong positon; closing the distance between us and intercepting her surprise backslash with my left side at the kidney level. Ouch! Motherfucker! I grunted but used my positioning disadvantage as an advantage. As Elsa's hand recoiled from the dire wound she had given me, I reached out with my left hand and grabbed her wrist.My right hand came down attempting to slash her wrist in this exchange. She caught my right wrist in her left hand. Our bodies collided then my forward momentum slammed into her form and we both fell over. She rolled so we ended up crashing down on our sides, but I refused to release my hold while driving my blade ever downward.I didn't have much advantage over Elsa, but I was superior in upper body strength. It was my old buddy except coming out in my favor today. Slowly my blade inched toward its target."How... can... you... still... be... fighting?" Elsa ground out between her teeth."I am Ishara," was my reply. "The power of the goddess runs through me," I added a lie meant to confuse and dishearten her.She tried to break away by rolling around. I wouldn't let her. I tangled my legs up with hers until we were one conjoined mess. Then she surprised me with a head-butt right as the option was just occurring to me. She smashed my nose. There was blood everywhere, but I wouldn't relent on my hold. Instead, I followed up her head-butt with one of my own.Elsa caught mine with the hardest part of her forehead instead. Our skulls collided. I refused to feel the pain so while she was still reeling from that contact I smashed forward once again; this time impacting her temple and really shocking her. I had to have seemed like a monster to Elsa by this point in our bout; I could feel no pain and no infirmary would hold me back.Lacking every other point of leverage, she went for the 'Tried and True'; her knee impacted my precious gonads and for just that instance, my hold on her weakened. She broke free then rolled away."Stay down," she almost screamed at me. I didn't, instead rising up and resuming my archaic stance once more."This is going to hurt you a whole lot more than me," she promised next. Just then we both heard a titanic scream to my left. By the sound of the grunt which followed, I realized Felix had connected with one of his powerful kicks to Rachel's ribs. I used the positional advantage to charge. We collided once more, each one's opposite hand clamping down on the other's knife hand.While standing, we pushed each other back and forth, attempting kicks and foot stomps all the while my knife approached Elsa's collarbone. We were both too on guard for head-butts to pull one off this grapple, but I didn't need it... because we were in fact, grappling and I had a whole martial art devoted to grappling; Brazilian Jujutsu!I dropped Tormé's honor blade and flipped us around so I landed on top of her. Her blade drew a bloody line along my hip, but not enough damage to cause me any consternation. I could see it in her eyes, the moment we landed in the mud. She realized her mistake by allowing me too close, but the last time she had let that happened she had succeeded in stabbing me in the kidney, so she was taken off-guard for just that instance."Yeah," I chortled, "Just recalling my Brazilian Jujutsu aren't ya?""I can beat it," she ground out."You and an MMA Army," I growled back. She was in danger of having me roll her over... then it would be light's out!Right then Rachel and Felix came crashing down on the two of us, breaking my concentration and my hold. The four of us rolled up and separated once more.Rachel moved to Elsa's side while Felix helped me stand."We are running out of time," Felix informed me. We were. That appeared to be Rachel and Elsa's strategy all along. Keep us occupied for the remaining... eighteen minutes... damn was I out of breath and hurting."Switch," Felix tapped me on the forearm. "I got this."He didn't and he knew he didn't. For some god damn unknown reason, Felix was doing a selfless act for the first time in his life and I couldn't comprehend why."She'll destroy you," I pointed out."You're bleeding; badly," he stated, "and failing fast.""Listen to your friend," Rachel interjected herself into the conversation. Worse, she stepped aside and clearly indicated she would let me pass."Rachel!" Elsa snapped."He's earned it. For the past eighty-four days and then some, Cáel has earned; our respect," Rachel reminded us."Okay," I acknowledged the act of kindness. I moved behind Felix so he could screen me from Elsa... then shoved him as hard as I could across the muddy surface toward freedom. The look he sent back my way was priceless. Reluctantly, he looked back once then jogged to the helicopter and the rewards he deserved for surviving against so many for so long; just like me, but without the Goddesses and my troop of ruthless Amazon allies..."Two on one," I joked."No. I've surrendered my trophy," Rachel smile to me was emotionally crushing."Fine," Elsa nodded then, "Let's continue." This time I didn't have a knife.When we collided this time, she didn't hesitate to stab me in the left pectoral; above the heart, but not by much. I failed to catch her wrist and realized I was all out of game. My regeneration couldn't tackle both bleeding wounds and I was beginning to feel woozy.Elsa fell back."Surrender, Cáel ," her own voice had softened."Never surrender," I laughed back then I began to sway.This time as Elsa closed, she went for the grapple as well. I countered as best I could, but my reflexes were slowing down too. I wasn't going to make it then something tackled us both, slamming Elsa into my chest, stunning her."Felix... you came back," I groggily mumbled as Felix hammered Elsa hard, twice in the temple."You would come back for me. I see that now," he confessed. He half pulled, half-dragged me to our waiting chariot. The clock was a 'ticking."Rachel," I looked over to the other combatant. She hadn't started advancing on us like she should have."Go," she waved us away. "Today... today you have won your freedoms. Now go."What honors Rachel had passed over for whatever reasons were unknown to me. I was terrified she had done it out of love for me. Terrified because I felt so unworthy of such devotion and affection.Yet, Felix and I had made it and as the helicopter took off, I could sense the tension leave my body. My wounds were indeed healing and my blood supply, so witlessly spent was returning to me. Felix leaned into me as the nice Epona medic aboard our ride began to administer her traumatic injury training. I winced because it felt appropriate, not because I was allowed to feel any of the passing pain."You are a Runner now," I looked over to Felix. "Welcome aboard.""Sure thing, Ishara.""Ha," I chuckled. "Call me Cáel . You have earned that right.""I imagine there is something to that," he nodded. "Tell me what it is when you get the chance.""I will," I promised. "That and a few thousand other critically important things none one else will bother to teach you. As the saying goes, 'you've earned it'."Thus Ends The First Great HuntNow onto the final chapter of the First Part of Cáel 's journey.By FinalStand for Literotica.

Daily Dad Jokes (05 Jul 2025) The official Daily Dad Jokes Podcast electronic button now available on Amazon. The perfect gift for dad! Click here here to view! Email Newsletter: Looking for more dad joke humor to share? Then subscribe to our new weekly email newsletter. It's our weekly round-up of the best dad jokes, memes, and humor for you to enjoy. Spread the laughs, and groans, and sign up today! Click here to subscribe! Listen to the Daily Dad Jokes podcast here: https://dailydadjokespodcast.com/ or search "Daily Dad Jokes" in your podcast app. Interested in Business and Finance news? Then listen to our sister show: The Daily Business and Finance Show. Check out the website here or search "Daily Business and Finance Show" in your podcast app. Jokes sourced and curated from reddit.com/r/dadjokes. Joke credits: Seeyalaterelevator, Sea_Economics1032, Oh_My_Monster, skullchin, mrl33602, WetTruckman, CryIntelligent7074, ASK_ABT_MY_USERNAME, trwisniewski, LevelQx, Man-e-questions, tyguy99925, Man-e-questions, , Masselein, No-Establishment5213, Healthy_Ladder_6198, LevelQx, Mysterious-Diet9187, sausyJeys, Longjumping_Glass157 Subscribe to this podcast via: iHeartMedia Spotify iTunes Google Podcasts YouTube Channel Social media: Instagram Facebook Twitter TikTok Discord Interested in advertising or sponsoring our show? Contact us at mediasales@klassicstudios.com Produced by Klassic Studios using AutoGen Podcast technology (http://klassicstudios.com/autogen-podcasts/) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Daily Dad Jokes (05 Jul 2025) The official Daily Dad Jokes Podcast electronic button now available on Amazon. The perfect gift for dad! Click here here to view! Email Newsletter: Looking for more dad joke humor to share? Then subscribe to our new weekly email newsletter. It's our weekly round-up of the best dad jokes, memes, and humor for you to enjoy. Spread the laughs, and groans, and sign up today! Click here to subscribe! Listen to the Daily Dad Jokes podcast here: https://dailydadjokespodcast.com/ or search "Daily Dad Jokes" in your podcast app. Interested in Business and Finance news? Then listen to our sister show: The Daily Business and Finance Show. Check out the website here or search "Daily Business and Finance Show" in your podcast app. Jokes sourced and curated from reddit.com/r/dadjokes. Joke credits: Seeyalaterelevator, Sea_Economics1032, Oh_My_Monster, skullchin, mrl33602, WetTruckman, CryIntelligent7074, ASK_ABT_MY_USERNAME, trwisniewski, LevelQx, Man-e-questions, tyguy99925, Man-e-questions, , Masselein, No-Establishment5213, Healthy_Ladder_6198, LevelQx, Mysterious-Diet9187, sausyJeys, Longjumping_Glass157 Subscribe to this podcast via: iHeartMedia Spotify iTunes Google Podcasts YouTube Channel Social media: Instagram Facebook Twitter TikTok Discord Interested in advertising or sponsoring our show? Contact us at mediasales@klassicstudios.com Produced by Klassic Studios using AutoGen Podcast technology (http://klassicstudios.com/autogen-podcasts/) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Metroid is so influential to video games that to call it revolutionary would be selling it short. Mitch, Bryan, and Ryan struggle to limit the discussion to just this very important game because of that. Metroid being the Grandmother of the Metroidvania subgenre is a huge talking point of this episode but we didn't forget to talk about this title that started it all. Join us for a fairly reverent episode of The Super Smash Cast!This Game's Manual Courtesy of Digitpress:https://www.digitpress.com/library/manuals/nes/Metroid%20v1.pdfCheck out Mitch and Drew on Casket Minds:https://youtube.com/@casketminds?si=fIBWFUWnbo7LJTNLCheck Drew out on Banter Fodder:Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/6DHde31swumPeKaOyzuXBUYoutube: https://www.youtube.com/@BanterFodderFacebook:https://www.facebook.com/groups/816739803492791Check out Mitch and Drew on Live Long and Banter:https://open.spotify.com/show/51joadFk95SWGetRMLQiRI?si=oKCUhlMVSbqC8VgwfUX4Fwhttps://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/live-long-and-banter-a-star-trek-podcast/id1729092784More Banter Fodder on Criterion Corner:https://open.spotify.com/show/5mrRcpXoxlT0vq4Rf6oLaASpecial Thanks to Patron, Mitchell Sheffield!Timestamps:00:00 Intro02:49 Training Mode10:31 First Contact with Metroid15:14 Generalities27:21 Music and More Gameplay Stuff46:16 Rating52:14 Challengers Approach: Samus and Ridley01:05:49

Angel Savoy is a Christian and Healing Coach, Wife of 20 years, Mom of 3, Author, Grandmother, Prayer Warrior, Traveler, Foodie, Entrepreneur and Podcaster. She spent the most of her time in ministry helping others find Christ, while being completely open about her struggles from miscarriages to infidelity. Angel thrives when she helps others, which continues to help her on her journey as well, and she wouldn't have it any other way! Angel's tag line is “God made me, transparency changed me and healing continues to tame me.”Dr. Kimberley LinertSpeaker, Author, Broadcaster, Mentor, Trainer, Behavioral OptometristEvent Planners- I am available to speak at your event. Here is my media kit: https://brucemerrinscelebrityspeakers.com/portfolio/dr-kimberley-linert/To book Dr. Linert on your podcast, television show, conference, corporate training or as an expert guest please email her at incrediblelifepodcast@gmail.com or Contact Bruce Merrin at Bruce Merrin's Celebrity Speakers at merrinpr@gmail.com702.256.9199Host of the Podcast Series: Incredible Life Creator PodcastAvailable on...Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/incredible-life-creator-with-dr-kimberley-linert/id1472641267Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/6DZE3EoHfhgcmSkxY1CvKf?si=ebe71549e7474663 and on 9 other podcast platformsAuthor of Book: "Visualizing Happiness in Every Area of Your Life"Get on Amazon: https://amzn.to/3srh6tZWebsite: https://www.DrKimberleyLinert.comThe Great Discovery eLearning platform: https://thegreatdiscovery.com/kimberley

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Fluent Fiction - Dutch: Finding Comfort: The Gift of Presence Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/nl/episode/2025-07-03-22-34-02-nl Story Transcript:Nl: De zon scheen fel op een warme zomerdag.En: The sun shone brightly on a warm summer day.Nl: Bram stond voor de felgekleurde entree van het ziekenhuis.En: Bram stood before the brightly colored entrance of the hospital.Nl: Gedachten raasden door zijn hoofd.En: Thoughts raced through his mind.Nl: Hij wilde een speciaal cadeau vinden voor zijn oma.En: He wanted to find a special gift for his grandma.Nl: Ze lag in het ziekenhuis na een operatie.En: She was in the hospital after an operation.Nl: Bram voelde zich schuldig dat hij haar niet vaker bezocht.En: Bram felt guilty for not visiting her more often.Nl: Binnen in het ziekenhuis rook het anders.En: Inside the hospital, it smelled different.Nl: Het was steriel en een beetje streng.En: It was sterile and somewhat strict.Nl: De gang was helder verlicht, met dokters en verpleegsters die gehaast heen en weer liepen.En: The hallway was brightly lit, with doctors and nurses hurriedly walking back and forth.Nl: Bram liep naar de cadeauwinkel bij de ingang.En: Bram walked to the gift shop by the entrance.Nl: In de winkel waren kleine tafels vol met knuffelberen, bloemen en ballonnen.En: In the shop, there were small tables full of teddy bears, flowers, and balloons.Nl: Dit voelde als een vrolijke plek, zelfs in het ziekenhuis.En: This felt like a cheerful place, even in the hospital.Nl: Bram wist niet wat hij moest kiezen.En: Bram didn't know what to choose.Nl: Hij wilde dat zijn oma zich beter voelde.En: He wanted his grandma to feel better.Nl: Iets praktisch, zoals warme pantoffels?En: Something practical, like warm slippers?Nl: Of iets sentimenteels, zoals een ingelijste foto?En: Or something sentimental, like a framed photo?Nl: Jasmijn, een vriendelijke verpleegster die langs liep, zag zijn vertwijfeling.En: Jasmijn, a friendly nurse walking by, saw his hesitation.Nl: "Kan ik je helpen?"En: "Can I help you?"Nl: vroeg ze.En: she asked.Nl: "Ik zoek een cadeau voor mijn oma," zei Bram.En: "I'm looking for a gift for my grandma," said Bram.Nl: "Iets dat haar blij maakt."En: "Something to make her happy."Nl: "Wat dacht je van een mooi fotolijstje?En: "What do you think of a nice photo frame?Nl: Of misschien iets om te lezen?"En: Or maybe something to read?"Nl: stelde Jasmijn voor.En: Jasmijn suggested.Nl: "Bedankt," zei Bram, maar hij liep verder, nog steeds twijfelend.En: "Thank you," said Bram, but he moved on, still unsure.Nl: Lotte, een andere bezoeker, liep langs met een grote ballon.En: Lotte, another visitor, walked by with a large balloon.Nl: Ze zag Bram en glimlachte.En: She saw Bram and smiled.Nl: "Je hoeft niet te stressen.En: "You don't have to stress.Nl: Het is het gebaar dat telt," zei ze.En: It's the gesture that counts," she said.Nl: Bram knikte, toch bleef de druk op zijn schouders.En: Bram nodded, yet the pressure on his shoulders remained.Nl: Hij stond op het punt om de winkel te verlaten toen hij iets zag.En: He was about to leave the store when he saw something.Nl: Op een plank lag een groot, zacht plaid.En: On a shelf lay a large, soft plaid.Nl: Het had dezelfde kleur als de deken die zijn oma vroeger op de bank had liggen.En: It was the same color as the blanket his grandma used to have on the couch.Nl: Het herinnerde hem aan de zondagen samen, thee drinkend en verhalen vertellend onder die warme deken.En: It reminded him of Sundays together, drinking tea and telling stories under that warm blanket.Nl: Bram wist het zeker.En: Bram knew for sure.Nl: Dit was perfect.En: This was perfect.Nl: Hij kocht het plaid en ging direct naar de kamer van zijn oma.En: He bought the plaid and went straight to his grandma's room.Nl: Oma lag in bed en glimlachte breed toen Bram binnenkwam.En: Grandma lay in bed and smiled widely when Bram entered.Nl: "Bram!En: "Bram!Nl: Wat ben ik blij je te zien."En: How happy I am to see you."Nl: Bram gaf haar het plaid.En: Bram gave her the plaid.Nl: "Voor jou, oma.En: "For you, grandma.Nl: Voor onze zondagen samen."En: For our Sundays together."Nl: Ze wikkelde zich in het cadeau en haar ogen vulden zich met tranen van geluk.En: She wrapped herself in the gift, and her eyes filled with tears of happiness.Nl: "Dit is precies wat ik nodig had," zei ze zacht.En: "This is exactly what I needed," she said softly.Nl: Ze spraken urenlang, herinneringen ophalend.En: They talked for hours, reminiscing.Nl: Bram realiseerde zich dat zijn bezoek op zichzelf al belangrijk was geweest.En: Bram realized that his visit alone had already been important.Nl: Zijn schuldgevoel verminderde.En: His guilt began to fade.Nl: Hij wist nu dat liefde ook tijd en aanwezigheid betekent.En: He now knew that love also means time and presence.Nl: Het ziekenhuis voelde minder klinisch toen Bram later wegging.En: The hospital felt less clinical when Bram left later.Nl: Hij voelde zich lichter, met een hernieuwde en diepere band met zijn oma.En: He felt lighter, with a renewed and deeper bond with his grandma.Nl: Het plaid was een prachtig cadeau, maar zijn aanwezigheid was net zo waardevol.En: The plaid was a wonderful gift, but his presence was just as valuable. Vocabulary Words:entrance: entreethoughts: gedachtenoperation: operatieguilty: schuldigsterile: sterielstrict: strenghurriedly: gehaastpractical: praktischsentimental: sentimenteelhesitation: vertwijfelinggesture: gebaarpressure: druklarge: grootplaid: plaidreminded: herinnerdereminiscing: herinneringen ophalendfade: verminderenrenewed: hernieuwdevaluable: waardevolhospital: ziekenhuissmelled: rooklit: verlichtgift shop: cadeauwinkelframed: ingelijsteballoon: ballonshoulders: schoudersshelf: plankcouch: bankwrapped: wikkeldeclinical: klinisch

Cheyenne McGriff balances motherhood, building a business with her grandparents, and growing her investments, all while staying true to her values. An inspiring journey into delegation, legacy, and intentional living.See full article: https://www.unitedstatesrealestateinvestor.com/mom-guilt-real-estate-and-building-a-legacy-of-love-with-cheyenne-mcgriff/(00:00) - Introduction to The REI Agent Podcast(00:24) - Cashflow Quadrant Breakdown and Mindset Shift(01:06) - Erica Explores Her Potential Private Practice Model(03:09) - Building Businesses Beyond Your Profession(05:03) - The Push Toward Passive Income and Time Freedom(06:40) - Meet Cheyenne McGriff: Real Estate Mama and Podcaster(07:26) - Themes of Mom Guilt, Imposter Syndrome, and Connection(08:00) - Cheyenne's Journey: From Rural Roots to Real Estate(09:18) - Grandmother's Legacy in Real Estate Since the 70s(10:12) - Shifting Markets and Keeping Real Estate Exciting(10:42) - Cheyenne's Daily Rhythm, Team Growth, and Delegation(12:08) - Parenting, Preschool, and Shifting Seasons(12:34) - Client Experience and Hosting Meaningful Events(13:53) - Keeping the Magic Alive in Real Estate Service(14:51) - Online Client Community and Lasting Connections(15:43) - The Reluctant Leap to a Transaction Coordinator(17:13) - Fear of Losing Personal Touch in Delegation(19:06) - Feeling More Present at Home Through Support(19:18) - The Real Talk on Mom Guilt and Boundaries(21:15) - Preparing for Baby #2 with Better Systems(21:42) - The Boss Babe Energy vs. Soft Mom Energy(23:20) - Emotional Whiplash Between Clients and Kids(25:16) - Modeling Entrepreneurship and Flexibility for Children(26:10) - Mattias Reflects on Parental Roles and Investment(28:07) - Family Moments and Finding Seasonal Balance(29:05) - You Can Have It All—But Not All at Once(30:12) - Mastermind Hacks: Daily 10-Minute Kid Time(31:19) - Why You Need to Track Family Time Too(32:13) - Working With Grandparents: Legacy and Learning(33:14) - Cheyenne's Big Family and Close Connections(34:16) - Real Estate Wisdom: Don't Sell Homes on Sinking Land(35:42) - Describing the Culture of Western South Dakota(36:47) - Small Town Safety and Parenting Priorities(37:18) - Midwest Vibes and Market Stability(38:11) - Influx of Out-of-State Buyers Changed Everything(38:45) - Cheyenne's Mini Investment Journey(39:49) - Fixer Upper to Flip to Fourplex(40:39) - Cheyenne's Retirement Vision and Rat Race Escape(42:00) - Nuggets of Wisdom for New and Seasoned Agents(43:10) - Follow Cheyenne on Social and Her Podcast(44:03) - Show Outro: Subscribe and Keep Building the Life You WantContact Cheyenne McGriffhttps://cheyennesummer605.com/https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/real-estate-mama-collective/id1769721882https://www.instagram.com/cheyennesummer605/@cheyennemcgriff4513 For more great insight into holistic happiness, visit https://reiagent.com

Grounded in research and lived experience, this conversation invites a rethinking of care—away from over-medicalization and toward more accessible, human-centered approaches. Dixon Chibanda shares the powerful story behind the Friendship Bench, a community-based mental health model that centers healing in the heart of local communities. He explores how grandmothers—often overlooked in traditional mental health systems—play a vital role in offering care, connection, and wisdom. Dr. Chibanda discusses the barriers to accessing mental health services, the role of storytelling in the healing process, and the global expansion of the Friendship Bench. Grounded in research and lived experience, this conversation invites a rethinking of care—away from over-medicalization and toward more accessible, human-centered approaches. View this episodes shownotes at TherapistUncensored.com/TU271 - Join our exclusive online community at TherapistUncensored.com/Join

Haley Cohen Gilliland, author of "A Flower Traveled in My Blood, the Incredible True Story of the Grandmothers in Argentina who Fought to Find a Stolen Generation of Children"

Craig grew up in a small Texas town, fatherless and searching for love in all the wrong places. From early drug use to full-blown addiction to meth and crack, his life spiraled out of control — until one powerful encounter with Jesus changed everything. Listen on Podcast Spotify Podcast ⇨ https://spoti.fi/3RBKdq3Apple Podcast ⇨ https://apple.co/3evzCuuConnect with ushttps://www.facebook.com/delafetestimonieshttps://www.instagram.com/delafetestimonies/Connect with Craig:YouTube ⇨ https://youtube.com/@5iveolaInstagram ⇨ https://www.instagram.com/5iveolaTwitter ⇨ https://twitter.com/5iveolaFacebook ⇨ https://www.facebook.com/5iveolaCredits:Testimony by Craig JamesDirected by Eric Villatoro Interviewed by Eric Villatoro Edited By Joshua GayleAudio Mixed by Paul Nicholas Testimony Recorded in San Antonio, TexasDelafé Testimonies is a global evangelistic project with the mission of creating the world's largest archive of Jesus testimonies until His return. Chapters00:00 Introduction00:22 Being Raised By a Single Mother and Grandmother 02:35 Searching For The Love of A Father Through Drug Dealers 03:22 Smoking Weed at 10 Years Old04:45 My Introduction To Hard Drugs 07:57 Being Raised In The Church 09:09 The Drug That Took Over My Life 11:23 My Aunt Pat13:29 I'm No Longer a Functioning Addict 16:24 An Unexpected Message From God 19:59 Only Calling Out To God When I Need Him 20:59 Hearing a Voice That Led Me To Church 23:53 The Moment My Addiction Was Broken 27:45 Abstaining From Sexual Sin Until Marriage 29:56 Being Introduced To Christian Hip Hop 31:20 Pursuing Jesus Through Rap Music 33:22 Compassion For Those Struggling With Addiction 36:18 Choosing To Be Real With God 40:01 Prayer For Those Struggling With Addiction 44:08 Who is Jesus to You? 45:12 Final Words YEARS of Drug Addiction GONE After THIS Encounter with JESUS…

Old Mrs. Moody has a terrible cold, and while she waits to see the doctor, Catbaloo tells her the story of Anderson Kate and the Goody Goat Cart—a beautiful story of giving. Anderson Kate is a little girl who lives on the mountaintop. One day, she and her mother bake a chocolate cake for Grandmother's birthday. They place the cake in a little cart, pulled by two darling goats, and Anderson takes it down the mountain to the village in the valley where her grandmother lives. On her way, she hears the troubles of her neighbors and gives them each a piece of the chocolate cake. By the time she reaches her grandmother's house, not even one piece left. But wonderful things begin to happen on her way back up the mountain. At each stop, she discovers that one neighbor has exactly what another neighbor needs. By the time she arrives back home, everyone's needs have been met. Anderson Kate carried love, hope, and happiness all the way down—and all the way back up—the mountainside. I hope this story fills your heart with the very same. /sb veskerna © 2024 all rights reserved "A generous person will prosper; whoever refreshes others will be refreshed." Proverbs 11:25 (NIV)

In this episode we interview Natan Milgram. Natan shares his family's story of surviving the holocaust, his Grandmother's experience with Dr. Mengele, and how to use his family's experience to reduce antisemitism. The 3G group is focused on connecting, sharing, and highlighting stories of 3rd generation Holocaust survivors to help educate and fight against antisemitism. We hope you enjoy!

During a family reunion many years ago, my mother shared some words she’d written. She honored her grandmother, a woman I’d never met but had heard her spoken of often. Mom wrote that she recalled Mama Susan getting up “before dawn” and praying over her household. What a distinct memory that impacted my mother’s life—one I cling to even today although I never met my great-grandmother. This description reminds me of the woman described in Proverbs 31. She cared for her family in many tangible ways, and she got up “while it [was] still night” (v. 15). She had plenty to do to care for her family, such as providing food, purchasing land, planting a vineyard, making profitable trades, sewing clothes, and finishing many other tasks—all in the name of caring for the ones she loved. And she even extended her resourcefulness to “the poor and . . . the needy” (v. 20). Helping to care for a household during the time of the writing of Proverbs 31 was no easy feat, as demonstrated from the long list of duties described in this passage. And it wasn’t an easy feat for my great-grandmother, who was born in the 1800s. But prayers whispered early in the morning—as well as throughout the day—kept these women focused and encouraged as God helped them live out their calling to care for their family and others.

Ever wonder how one small habit could shape an entire future? Darren Hardy shares a heartfelt story about his grandmother, a passbook, and the obsession that built everything he has today. Get ready to rediscover a simple, powerful practice in today's episode. Get more personal mentoring from Darren each day. Go to DarrenDaily at http://darrendaily.com/join to learn more.

Florida Woman Sentenced to 366 Days in Husbands Hospital Room Killing Amid Emotional Testimony    A 78-year-old woman who shot and killed her terminally ill husband in his hospital bed last year was sentenced Friday to just over a year in prison, followed by 12 years of probation, in a case that has raised complex questions about mercy, mental health, and public safety. Ellen Gilland pleaded no contest to manslaughter with a firearm and three counts of aggravated assault with a deadly weapon in the January 2023 shooting death of her 77-year-old husband, Jerry Gilland, at Advent Health Hospital. She was sentenced to 366 days in state prison, receiving credit for 42 days already served. Circuit Judge Kathryn Weston also ordered her to write apology letters to the nurse and first responders she pointed a firearm at after the shooting. “I held the gun behind his ear. I pulled it away and asked him if he was sure,” Gilland said in court. “He raised his hand, placed it on my arm, and pushed the gun to his head. There was a loud bang, and he was gone.” Her account suggested a pact between the couple, though prosecutors argued that Gilland's actions endangered numerous others. After shooting her husband, she barricaded herself in the hospital room for hours, prompting a standoff with police. Bodycam footage showed officers pleading with her to surrender while she allegedly pointed her revolver at them. At one point, she reportedly fired a second shot into the ceiling as police deployed a flashbang and Taser. Though the Taser was ineffective, officers eventually subdued Gilland without further injury. Inside her hospital room, police found a box containing 45 live rounds. An additional 100 rounds were discovered in her vehicle. A nurse who was present during the incident, Hector Aponte, testified that he was so traumatized he left his job and still suffers from nightmares. “I didn't feel safe anymore,” he told the court. That testimony weighed heavily on Judge Weston's decision. “I can't begin to understand how difficult it would have been for you to actually pull the trigger to assist your husband in ending his own life,” she said. “I do believe that's what you did. But I also believe your actions put others at serious risk.” Originally charged with first-degree murder, Gilland eventually reached a plea deal in December. Her defense team argued that she was driven by a mental health crisis triggered by her husband's deteriorating condition. A psychiatrist testified that her depressive episode had passed and that she no longer posed a danger. Two nieces pledged to care for Gilland upon her release, promising a firearm-free environment and transportation to court. Despite the defense's plea for leniency, prosecutors emphasized the broader threat Gilland posed by bringing and discharging a firearm inside a full hospital. “This case is troubling,” the prosecution said. “She loved her husband. But she made a decision that jeopardized lives.” Outside court, Gilland's niece Bo Timme expressed surprise at the outcome. “I really thought I'd be bringing her home today,” she told WESH. “I'm shocked. I'm very worried about her. But I'm told it's fair and actually a good outcome.” Gilland is expected to serve the remainder of her sentence at a Florida correctional facility before beginning probation.  Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872 

This interview was recorded on May 20, 2025 via online video conferencing.   Part 1 is an oral herstory of Deneen's life in Ohio and part 2 is a detailed look at her family's journey with dementia along with Deneen's work in the area.   Deneen Day retired after a distinguished 30-year career as a Financial Crimes Investigator for the State of Ohio. Her journey as a dementia caregiver began in the 1990s when she became a long-distance caregiver for her grandmother, taking on the roles of guardian and decision-maker.   In 2007, Deneen's mother began to show signs of dementia, marking the start of her second "tour of duty" as a caregiver. Balancing full-time work, caring for her adopted special needs son, and her mother, Deeneen became a "sandwich generation caregiver."   Deeneen's son was just five years old when his grandmother began to show signs of the disease, and he continued to be a young caregiver until her passing when he was 17. To support her son through this journey, Deeneen became an advocate for understanding the impact of dementia and caregiving on children, emphasizing the importance of awareness among teachers, coaches, peers, and their parents.   Her presentation is on YouTube at the following link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xY53q_onjHc  

Joseph Bolton is a gifted storyteller and an intrepid explorer of the human experience. With a passion for uncovering the untold narratives that shape our world, Joseph brings a unique blend of insight, empathy, and wit to every conversation. As the author behind the widely acclaimed website OldGrandmothersTree.com, Joseph has garnered a loyal following of readers who are drawn to his ability to breathe life into the stories of everyday people, transforming them into captivating tales that resonate on a profound level.https://oldgrandmotherstree.comWant to be a guest on Stories from Real Life? Send Melvin Edwards a message on PodMatch, here: https://www.podmatch.com/hostdetailpreview/storiesfromreallife. www.podcastreallife.com Get full access to Melvin E. Edwards at storiesfromreallife.substack.com/subscribe

Sunrise in Santa Fe on my recent journeyGood Morning Dear Ones,There certainly is a lot to pray about right now. Today's offering shares:A bit of my spiritual ancestral rootsAn invitation to pray standing, pray and sway with me, in community My Grandmother's hands knitting the world as it unravelsThe history of Mother Mary being moved out to th gardenExploring your name for MaThe Cult of DeathA story of when Sue, our lineage ancestor went to see Amma and more…With love,Shiloh Sophia Lots of upcoming events are happening - come see at www.musea.org“This bio-power was without question an indispensable element in the development of capitalism; the latter would not have been possible without the controlled insertion of bodies into the machinery of production and the adjustment of the phenomena of population to economic processes. But this was not all it required; it also needed the growth of both these factors, their reinforcement as well as their availability and docility; it had to have methods of power capable of optimizing forces, aptitudes, and life in general without at the same time making them more difficult to govern.” Michel FoucaultUnedited TranscriptWe Pray StandingIn the sanctuary of my Ancestors, we pray standing. It's a beautiful thing to see. To look around and see people in their colorful clothing, many of them barefoot. Scarves, babies, little ones, families, nuns. Standing and moving. Moving about the sanctuary. I'm the only one rocking back and forth as I stand. But still, I pray standing. My Ancestors on my father's(Gregory Davis) side are from the Ukraine, so my great grandfather was Ukrainian Orthodox. In the center of the sanctuary is not a cross of death. That came much later when Catholicism split off from Orthodoxy. They moved the cross from the left, which was one of the stations of the story, and put it in the middle and moved the mother and her child on their throne to the left, if you're facing the altar. And then eventually... Many of the churches of the West took Mary outside into the garden and most of them took the baby out of her arms. (A change from life in the center to death in the center)So she went from the center, ruling, to the side watching death of her child and then all the way out to the garden, and then no baby in her arms. Making her pure and virgin, and almost untouchable to women. This evolution of image happens over thousands of years. The French philosopher Michel Foucault talks about this idea of how the image of the feminine and of women changes intentionally. We don't even notice that she's moved from her place in the center. Life in the center. Not death in the center. We've made a cult of death. Not of resurrection. Not of birth. Not of rebirth. But of death itself. Now, I'm not saying that death doesn't come and is a part of our natural cycle of life. But the way that we've been doing it over the past 8,000 years is a colonization, not just of lands and cultures, but of the minds and hearts of the people who have centered ourselves in death.So I pray standing. Because it keeps me awake. It keeps me aware. It keeps me listening as if the soles of my feet have ears. I pray with eyes open, looking around me. Now that I am not in the sanctuary of my ancestors in the way that I once was. I am now facing a stand of trees that have become my cathedral and the birds my choir. While I have chosen not to speak out against the church of my ancestors because they are my blood and I am their blood. Still, I must speak to you from the place where I am, where life, a mother and child, sits at the center of my awareness. In our community, we just call her Ma, ancient root mother tongue.Ma. So today, as I pray standing, swaying, I call on the name of Ma. Ma. Ma, ever-emergent Ma. Let us stand with you in prayer right now. Beings gathered throughout the world right in this moment. praying, standing.And if you are listening, would you pray standing with me? Would you stop your multitasking and all the things that seem more important and just come with me now? Will you imagine with me hundreds, thousands, millions of people praying, standing, swaying and chanting the name Ma. Ma. ma. mama. Long, long ago in a different lineage, our beautiful neighbor Alice Walker brought Sue Hoya Sellers, our art matriarch, to see Amma, the hugging saint, who herself had to break ranks with her tradition in order to do what she does. And certainly that has turned out well. ( Speaking to being a female guru in a culture that has tried hard to only have men, and other allegations)I'm thinking of her, Amma, now because very recently a Native American composer who has lit up my heart, wanted so badly to give me something one day, and she gave me roses from Amma and I sang to her this chant… which I will sing to you now as we pray standing. Just through coming into presence, prayer coming into presence, even if you don't know the names to call or the songs to sing or what to pray about or how to do it just pray with me standing and sway. Sue Hoya Sellers, when she got her hug from Amma, Amma asked her, Who do you call on? What is the name of your goddess, your mother?What a beautiful thing to say, to not insist on a “way”, but say, to whom do you pray? And Sue Hoya Sellers surprised herself by saying the name of Mary. Mary. Mary. Sue was devoted to the goddess and in our time together in the gallery, which was many years and teaching. From 2000 to 2014, so around, 14 years, she came into the place called Sophia, but we held a common ground of Mary, mother of many goddesses along the timeline of goddesses that have been appearing for 40,000 years. So she surprised herself by saying, Mary, indeed, surprised us all. And so Amma gave her this chant, which as we stand praying, I offer to you.Om Shri Mary Ma Om Shri Mary Ma Om Shri Mary Ma Om Shri Mary Ma Om Shri Mary Ma Om Shri Mary Ma. Om. Join me if you choose. Om Shri Mary Ma. Om Shri Mary Ma. Om Shri Mary Ma. Om.("Om Shri" is a combination of two powerful words in Hinduism. "Om" (ॐ) is a sacred syllable representing the universe and ultimate reality, while "Shri" (श्री) is a term of respect, often used as a prefix to deities, revered individuals, or to invoke auspiciousness and prosperity. Together, "Om Shri" can be interpreted as a salutation or invocation to the divine, often used to invite blessings and positive energy) Google Ai AnswerStanding in the place of peace. Standing in the place of our Mother. Singing with you and to you. Tears come to my eyes. My heart slows down from its worried rhythm. My swaying becomes natural to my body. And I enter the sanctuary of community. Because that is what you are. We stand in the quantum commons together.In the space between spaces. Calling on the names we call on. In whatever way that we do. Looking at the trees that you look at. Standing on the good ground where you are. Looking out to the future from the now. Mother of Life, we, your children, are in need of your love.We, your children, do not know the way forward. We feel concerned for the great unfolding. As quickly as we knit it together, our loops are untied. But knit and loop we must. I see my Grandmother's hands crocheting (Eden). I see my grandmother's hands knitting, crocheting a holder for a plant, a ceramic pot that my Aunt (Janet)made.I see my grandmother knitting my pink blanket. She said she hated pink, so she must love me a lot, as she made my pink blanket. I see my Grandmother's hands now in the ancestral world, weaving as it were, trying to tie things back together with beauty as quickly as they become undone.So weave and knit and sew and bake and write and paint and sing. We must. We must. Call upon the names of your sacred knowing. And if you do not know, just stand in the presence of wonder. The poet Rumi says, If you can't pray a real prayer, pray a dry-mouthed prayer, because God accepts counterfeit money as though it were real. Which makes me think of my sister Shannon. who is in need of my prayer at this time. And she never wanted to pray until I told her that. And she said: that, that I can do. And so we prayed. This is a time for prayer shawls.This is a time for eyes open. But this is also a time for gathering yourself into yourself, into the spaces that you consider sanctuary. Sanctuary. Sanctuary. Chosen places to gather. For those of you of many different traditions where you honor Ma, or perhaps you don't, I do not propose the idea of Mary or my tradition. I simply share with you where I'm standing and I'd love to hear where you're standing too. Because in order for us to stand together, it isn't that we isolate what we believe. So that the other people are not offended. No. Our mother Caron said that's not really a community.Mama Cloud said that real community is where I can call upon the names that I call upon. And you can call upon the names that you call upon. And that we can stand in it together without needing to defend or compete. And our many voices raise up in prayer.Because whoever Creator really is when all this comes to completion…any true heart, that calls the name, the energy, the space, the place…Will be heard as something true. It's our hearts that matter right now. So stand with me now. Centering yourself. Swaying and praying, looking out at the rising sun. Breathing, becoming, belonging.I'm encouraging you to pray with me standing for 15 minutes a day. Will you? Just try it. See what happens. It can only be something good. Thank you for this time with me, Circle, Council of Wise Ones. You are loved.Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. given an anyhow praise. In the Black church where I grew up, interwoven with the rest of my practices, we would raise up our hands and we would say, Hallelujah anyhow. It's an anyhow praise. Let's do it now. Hallelujah anyhow. Yes, yes. Hallelujah anyhow. Here we are. Hallelujah anyhow.Let us pray and sway this day.Curate Shiloh Sophia Me one year ago yesterday at the Pyramid of the sun in Mexico. Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

This one gets heated. From a raw, first-hand account from family on the ground in Iran to the future of New York City's economy, this Alfalfa pod covers it all.Welcome to the Alfalfa Podcast

When Aimee Cross discovered her French ancestor's will in a 1904 newspaper, she found something more precious than gold - a grandmother's heartfelt advice to her children. Professional genealogist Aimee Cross joins me to share how her second great-grandmother Estelle Dumont left behind more than an estate. She left a legacy of wisdom that continues to shape her family today. From Pierre Dumont's journey from France to the goldfields of California, to Estelle's courageous choice to run a business as a widowed mother in 1897 San Francisco, this story reveals how family wisdom survives even when original documents don't. Discover how one woman's deathbed counsel speaks directly to today's grandmothers and learn why the most powerful family stories often hide in the most unexpected records.〰️

When Melanie Kandzierski took on the role of being mother to her granddaughter Rosie, she didn't know how it would change her world. Rosie began experiencing seizures and she would eventually be diagnosed with a Dravet syndrome, a rare form of epilepsy that not only causes seizures, but developmental delays, motor issues, and behavioral challenges. Kadzierski discusses how she has learned to care for a child with Dravet syndrome, care for herself, and to advocate not only for Rosie but others with complex medical conditions.

4th episode of my 5 day sprint!!! We leave this life to the fullest but it can always come with a few regrets. Tune in to hear me speak on mine when it comes to school choices, jobs, and my relationship with my Grandmother

Patrick Madrid takes on a question that a lot of Catholics wrestle with today... "Can I go to a wedding that’s not valid in the eyes of the Church?" Think: same-sex weddings, remarriages without annulments, Catholics marrying outside the Church, etc... Now, Patrick’s not into the “grin and bear it, go anyway for family unity” thing. His gold standard is St. John the Baptist, who literally lost his head rather than support an invalid marriage. But the heart of the episode? A powerful letter from a grandma to her granddaughter, explaining why she can't attend her wedding...not out of hate, but out of deep, eternal, radical LOVE. Let’s just say this is the kind of letter that leaves a mark. THE LETTER: Dear sweet granddaughter, I love you and that will never change. But part of loving you is caring more for your eternal soul than your perceived temporary happiness. I wouldn't be loving you the way Christ calls me to love you if I attend something that celebrates your open rebellion against God, which will lead to His wrath being brought down upon you. Colossians 3:6 says that because of things like sexual immorality, 'the wrath of God is coming upon the sons of disobedience.' I love you so much that I want you to be saved from God's wrath. Therefore, I can't participate in a celebration that demonstrates how you deserve it. You may not see this as love right now because I'm sure my words hurt. Do you remember the time you ran into the street as a child when cars were coming? I swept you up and spanked you as a reminder to not run into the street. You didn't like that at the time. It hurt you and you weren't real happy with me in that moment. You didn’t speak to me for a little while and that wasn’t easy on a grandmother’s heart. I know my actions didn't feel loving to you in that moment, but they were out of a deeper love for you than you could understand. The pain you experienced was meant to be a warning that if you run in the street you're going to die. Would it have been more loving to watch you run in the street just because you thought it was fun and gave you momentary happiness? Some will tell you that my absence at this ceremony is a lack of love and shows that I'm just judgmental. Nothing could be further from the truth. As painful as it will be for both of us, my absence is to communicate to you how MUCH I love you. I love you so much that I'm willing to sacrifice some aspects of our temporal relationship for your eternal well-being. The street you’re about to run into is far more deadly than the one you ran into that afternoon when you were a child. No one would've called me loving if I had just sat there and watched you then. Those people would’ve been right if I had watched you then, and I would be wrong to watch you now. I cannot sit there and watch you play in a far more dangerous street. I wish I could sweep you up and pull you out of this current street. But you’re no longer a little child; you’re a grown woman and have to make your own choices. But the consequences of running in this current street are far more dangerous than the street you ran into as a child. I can’t sweep you up and pull you out now, but I also can’t sit and just watch you run into oncoming traffic. I believe my presence could be far more dangerous to you than my absence. I fear that my presence might communicate to you that the street you're playing in isn't as bad as it really is. If this causes a separation between us, my grandmother's heart will hurt. But my love as a Christian grandmother must rise above my familial emotions. I pray my absence will cause you to realize how dangerous your choice is and that any separation between us doesn’t even begin to compare to being eternally separated from God. At celebrations, I want to smile, laugh, and have tears of joy. If I attend this ceremony, none of those things would be possible. I don’t want to sit there downcast and crying tears of sadness. So, when you look out and see my absence, I want you to know that I am not sitting at home angry or in a judgmental spirit. I will be home weeping, praying, and asking God to open your eyes to your sin and bring you to repentance. This is not because I think I’m better than you. I am as much in need of God's saving grace as you are. I too once played in the street of sin and thought I was okay. I thought that because God’s wrath had not yet poured down on me that it never would. I mistook God’s kindness to withhold His immediate wrath as tacit approval of me. What I didn’t know was that God’s kindness to withhold His wrath, that I deserved to be immediately poured out upon me, was meant to lead me to repentance. And God loved me enough to send someone into my life to tell me the truth about my sin so that I might be saved from His coming wrath. Someone loved me enough to confront me, help me see my sin for what it is, and share the gospel with me. They warned me of God’s coming wrath. They showed me how God sent His Son Jesus to die in my place upon the cross and pay for my sins. They told me how Jesus not only died, but He rose again from the grave and defeated death so that I could be delivered from the penalty of death that I deserved because of my sin. And they told me I needed to turn from sin and turn to Jesus as my Lord and Savior. You’ve heard me tell you this truth since you were a child. How many times did I tuck you in and tell you of the love of Jesus and quote John 3:16? I continue to beg you to turn from your sin and come to Jesus. Whatever perceived happiness you feel in that ceremony and the relationship you're in will be fleeting. But if you turn from your sin and come to Christ for salvation, you will receive eternal peace and joy that no one can take from you. If you go forward with this ceremony, I won’t be in that room. But I will always love you and be longing for you to turn from sin and come to Christ for salvation. The truth is, I love you so much that I won’t lie to you, either directly or indirectly, about the dangers of playing in the street of sin. Know that I love you and will long for the day when you see my actions as being like Jesus - to seek and to save the lost. In true loving affection, Nana Patrick was blown away by the letter. He noted that while the letter didn’t specify the exact situation, it could apply to: -A same-sex "wedding" -A remarriage after divorce with no annulment -A Catholic marrying outside the Church without following the canonical form Whatever the case, the core truth remains: Real love doesn’t play nice with lies. Real love tells the truth, even when it costs something. Patrick reminded you of1 John 4:18: “Perfect love casts out fear.” This grandma is fearless. She’s not afraid to hurt feelings to save a soul. That is perfect love.

This week, I'm super excited to talk with an amazing speaker and graduate of The Big Talk Academy, Lilly Wong.   Lilly guides conscious leaders to overcome emptiness, disconnection, and burnout by living their Core Purpose with clarity and intention. After a life-changing awakening, she broke free from the conventional path and embarked on a transformative inner journey that reawakened her unique voice and purpose.   Today, Lilly empowers audiences to explore the beauty of nature, creativity, and community. She celebrates what she calls the Art of Bee-ing, where personal fulfillment and humanity's collective evolution go hand in hand.   In this episode, we'll explore: Why true fulfillment comes from aligning your body, emotions, and thoughts The importance of discovering who you truly are and why it's the opposite of selfish The power of questioning cultural myths and inherited beliefs Her current favorites: Books: The Power of Now & Anna, the Grandmother of Jesus, Speaker: Nassim Haramein, and Podcast: Jim Kwik More from Lilly Wong LinkedIn: https://ca.linkedin.com/in/lilly-wong-art    More from Tricia  Unlock your potential and grow your speaking business during The Art of The Big Talk, my LIVE Two-Day Virtual Masterclass Explore my content and follow me on YouTube Follow me on Instagram  Connect with me on Facebook  Connect with me on LinkedIn  Visit my website at TriciaBrouk.com 

In this episode of The Weekly Transit, we are joined by Jean Watroba to discuss "Pretend All Is Well: A Collection of Poems from the Daughter of an Unintended Alcoholic Father and Inevitable Narcissistic Mother by the Parent of a Daughter Who Willingly Punished Herself." Jean shares her deeply personal journey of processing childhood trauma, family dysfunction, and generational wounds through poetry and self-reflection. The conversation explores her complex relationship with her parents, her father's struggle with alcoholism, and her mother's narcissistic patterns rooted in family secrets and ancestral trauma. We delve into detailed astrological analysis throughout, examining how Jean's Taurus Sun, Taurus Moon, and Leo Rising influenced her experiences and healing journey. The discussion covers family secrets including her grandmother's affair and uncertain paternity, her father's early death, her mother's lifelong need for partnership, and Jean's own path toward self-nurturing and breaking generational cycles. We explore how writing became Jean's vehicle for processing pain and sharing wisdom with others who have experienced similar family dynamics.(03:31) Exploring the meaning of "unintended alcoholic father" and family dynamics(05:21) Reading Jean's poem "A Hard Message" about her father's struggles(08:10) Astrological analysis of Jean's father(08:59) Connection between father's Saturn and Jean's Chiron(10:33) Neptune's influence and the astrological indicators of alcoholism in the family(11:58) Jean's Neptune in the 4th house and deception in the home(13:03) Understanding "inevitable narcissistic mother" and generational patterns(16:47) Family secrets: Jean's grandmother's affair and uncertain paternity(18:08) Jean's mother's birthday and family dynamics(21:48) Grandmother's Parkinson's disease and themes of control(22:35) Astrological aspects between Jean and her mother's charts(24:58) Reading the poem "Deceived" about maternal relationships(27:42) Reading "A Dream Is Just a Dream" about parental expectations(30:57) Mother's Libra moon and communication patterns(32:02) Reading "Listening with Intent" about breaking cycles(34:01) The turning point in June 2018 and Jean's awakening(40:23) Astrological transits during Jean's breakthrough moment(43:00) Jean's North Node in Cancer and soul purpose of self-nurturing(44:01) Both parents' wounds to the father figure in their charts(51:39) Jean's similarities to her parents through 9th and 10th house placements(54:00) The flood as a pivotal life event and childhood duality(58:37) Jean's soul purpose: sharing philosophy and nurturing community(1:00:16) Father's death and astrological significance(1:02:49) Astrological aspects during father's passing(1:05:55) Parents' relationship dynamics and reunion(1:08:12) Reading poems "War" and "A Melancholy Tale" about parental relationship(1:12:00) Jean's anger at being left alone with mother for 32 years(1:14:06) Mother's Libra moon need for partnership(1:16:00) Jean's connection to horses and Taurus/Sagittarius energy(1:19:27) Understanding parents' trauma and generational patterns(1:24:38) Chiron in Pisces in 8th house: the hidden wound to identity(1:29:12) Reading "Saving Me" - the moment of choosing self-preservation(1:30:35) Final reflections on healing and breaking generational cyclesFollow Jean on Instagram or on Blue SkyVisit Jean's Websitehttps://www.theweeklytransit.com/

Welcome back, Ford Mustang community! On today's episode of Ford Mustang, The Early Years, we are just two Baltimore boys taking a ride down memory lane with a car that's been part of one family since it rolled off the lot—and a guest who's giving it new life with some serious upgrades and a whole lotta love.Meet Aaron Skipper, proud caretaker of Margaret, his classic Mustang named after the grandmother who picked the original color! From a tree incident in the '90s to Shelby drops and dual exhausts, Aaron's story is full of horsepower, heart, and heritage.Let's dive in and hear how this First Gen beauty is still turning heads and roaring strong!Ford Mustang, The Early Years Podcast -- Guest Interview Application============How long have you owned your first-gen Mustang?Been in the family since new, but took ownership of it 4 years agoHave you named your car?Margaret, named after my Grandmother, who chose the color of the carIf you've made improvements to your classic car or restored it, what work have you done?Converted to a 4-barrel, headers, dual exhaust, etc. Did a Shelby drop off 1 inch? It was painted late 90s due to a tree falling on her. Interior upgradesWhat plans do you have for improvements/restoration/modification of your classic car?Needs to go back down to metal, have some bubbling issues addressed, and be repainted.Connect with the show:@mustangpodcasthttps://www.instagram.com/mustangpodcast/An Expert's Guide to Maintaining Your Classic Mustangwww.TheMustangPodcast.com/repairSponsored by: National Parts Depotwww.npdlink.comWith 4 warehouses nationwide, you'll get your parts fast!"Keep it safe, keep it rollin' and keep it on the road. Until next time!" Doug Sandlerdoug@turnkeypodcast.com

Are you a grandparent finding yourself at the intersection of raising grandchildren and seeking spiritual wellness? Are you yearning to connect more deeply with faith while juggling the unique responsibilities of kinship care? Do you feel the constant balancing act of nurturing your grandchildren's future as you navigate the complex dynamics of family challenges?I'm Laura Brazan, and in this episode of 'Grandparents Raising Grandchildren: Thriving in Grace,' we dive into the heartening story of Karen Dittman- a devoted wife, mother, and grandmother, Karen's journey is one of resilience and grace. With her new book, 'Thriving in Grace: Unleashing Wellness from a Biblical Perspective,' she brings forth wisdom from her experiences, including the courageous path of raising her granddaughter amidst her daughter's addiction struggles.Together, we uncover insights on how to transcend life's adversities through faith, and explore a grandmother's powerful narrative of grace, growth, and the transformative power of biblical wellness. Join us as we share authentic stories, expert advice, and actionable strategies to promote wellness in your life and family. Let's thrive together, finding strength in community, and redefining what it means to nurture through adversity.To access information on how to purchase her new book, devotionals, and more information, please visit her website. Try taking her quiz, "How Fast is Your Hamster Wheel Spinning?" to evaluate the things causing your "Hamster Wheel" to spin, the impact of living on a "Hamster Wheel", and what may be helping you to slow it down.Send us a textOwner, Broker, and Realtor at Team Eureka with National Parks Realty Forbes Global Properties—Sandi Hall is a beacon of trust and insight for both local and international clients. With a Graduate REALTOR® Institute designation and a feature in Forbes, underscore her commitment to excellence.Visit WelcomeHomeMontana.com today or call (406) 471-0749 and experience the difference an expert like Sandi can bring to your journey home. As full-time caregiver, sometimes you've just got to get silly! Here's another fun self-care tip with Jeanette Yates!Thank you for tuning into today's episode. It's been a journey of shared stories, insights, and invaluable advice from the heart of a community that knows the beauty and challenges of raising grandchildren. Your presence and engagement mean the world to us and to grandparents everywhere stepping up in ways they never imagined. Remember, you're not alone on this journey. For more resources, support, and stories, visit our website and follow us on our social media channels. If today's episode moved you, consider sharing it with someone who might find comfort and connection in our shared experiences. We look forward to bringing more stories and expert advice your way next week. Until then, take care of yourselves and each other.Want to be a guest on Grandparents Raising Grandchildren: Nurturing Through Adversity? Send Laura Brazan a message on PodMatch, here: https://www.podmatch.com/hostdetailpreview/grgLiked this episode? Share it and tag us on Facebook @GrandparentsRaisingGrandchilden Love the show? Leave a review and let us know! CONNECT WITH US: Website | Facebook

This episode we hope to help a fan find some new games to play with her grandkids. To go with this we've got two reviews from the new Queen games Family & Friends line, Star Explorer and Moonlight market. We're also going to be sharing what we've been playing lately including first thoughts on Nana and another successful Walkerville Brewery game night. Tabletop Bellhop Gaming Podcast Episode 277, was recorded on June 18th, 2025. Join us live on Wednesdays at 8 PM EST at https://www.twitch.tv/tabletopbellhop For detailed show notes with links to everything we talk about in this episode: https://tabletopbellhop.com/podcast/ep277/ Disclosure: Links may be affiliate links. As an Amazon Associate, we earn from qualifying purchases. Games mentioned may be review copies provided by publishers. (00:00:00) Checking In (00:02:06) Announcements We will be hosting the board game area at The Summoning, happening here in Windsor on July 26th. More info: https://stclairsaints.ca/tsc25 Big thanks to The Op for helping out Gwen's Board Game Club! (00:04:44) Ask The Bellhop (00:27:09) The Bellhop's Tabletop (00:40:52) The Game Room - Review of Star Explorer Pick up Star Explorer from Noble Knight, https://www.nobleknight.com/P/2148309124/Star-Explorer-Family-and-Friends-Compact-Edition Check out our review of Marrakesh, our favourite game from Queen, https://tabletopbellhop.com/game-reviews/marrakesh-review (01:37) The Game Room - Review of Moonlight Market Pick up Moonlight Market from Noble Knight, https://www.nobleknight.com/P/2148261499/Moonlight-Market Check out our other Queen Games content, https://tabletopbellhop.com/search/?q=queen%20games (01:20:15) Closing the Doors TIP THE BELLHOP: Get bonus content by becoming a Patron: https://www.patreon.com/tabletopbellhop Shop Tabletop Bellhop merch https://tabletopbellhop.com/merch Buy us a coffee https://ko-fi.com/tabletopbellhop FIND US: Webpage: https://tabletopbellhop.com Discord: https://discord.tabletopbellhop.com Blue Sky: https://bsky.app/profile/tabletopbellhop.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tabletopbellhop/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tabletopbellhop/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/tabletopbellhop Twitch: https://twitch.tv/tabletopbellhop

Grandmother's house is supposed to be a place of warmth and comfort, but in this episode, we explore a family home that holds more than just memories. Strange occurrences begin after Gramma passes—seashells move by themselves, doors close on their own, and the unmistakable scent of her perfume lingers in the air. At first, the family believes it's Gramma watching over them, but as the activity escalates, they start to question whether it's her at all. Could there be other spirits lurking in the house, or is Gramma's spirit not as benevolent as they first thought? This episode uncovers the layers of a family haunting that goes deeper than anyone realized.

Grandmother's house is supposed to be a place of warmth and comfort, but in this episode, we explore a family home that holds more than just memories. Strange occurrences begin after Gramma passes—seashells move by themselves, doors close on their own, and the unmistakable scent of her perfume lingers in the air. At first, the family believes it's Gramma watching over them, but as the activity escalates, they start to question whether it's her at all. Could there be other spirits lurking in the house, or is Gramma's spirit not as benevolent as they first thought? This episode uncovers the layers of a family haunting that goes deeper than anyone realized.

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In 2012, Jonathan Hoffman was shot to death by an unlikely perpetrator - his 75-year-old Grandmother. Written by Charity Dodd. Audio production by Bill Bert. #murder #Westbloomfield  Check out this week's sponsor! Mint Mobile - visit www.mintmobile.com/gone for a $15 a month wireless plan! 

Opal Lee is now affectionately known as the Grandmother of Juneteenth. She led the campaign for the 19th June, the day in 1865 when enslaved people in Texas were finally told that they were free, to be declared a national holiday. As President Biden signed the bill into law, Opal stood beside him. She had very personal reasons for wanting all Americans to think about freedom and the damage that racism can do.In 1939 on the 19th of June, just days after she and her family had moved into a predominantly white neighbourhood in Fort Worth, Texas, their house was destroyed by a white mob. Opal was just 12. The family never spoke about the event again.Opal went on to work as a teacher and counsellor in school, and then set up a food bank and later a farm to help those struggling to feed their families. She also organised local events to mark Juneteenth in Texas. In 2016, when she was 89, Opal came up with the idea to walk to Washington to ask the President to declare the day a national holiday. The campaign, and their petition, grew slowly at first and then a seismic event, the murder of George Floyd by a police officer, galvanised people and created a new sense of urgency to bring about change. Now armed with a petition complete with 1.5 million signatures, Opal's campaign was successful.Opal Lee is now 98, she's been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize and she's been given the Presidential Medal of Freedom – the nation's highest civilian honour.Archive used from CBS NewsPresenter: Jo Fidgen Producer: Andrea Kennedy and June ChristieGet in touch: liveslessordinary@bbc.co.uk or WhatsApp: 0044 330 678 2784

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