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This week's Immigration Lawyers Toolbox® Podcast with John Q. Khosravi, Esq. covers the latest immigration law updates, USCIS trends, and practice tips. Recorded live every Monday, this series keeps attorneys sharp and informed. Timestamps: 00:00 – Opening Bumper (OBB) 00:33 – Intro 01:07 – eimmigration AI session with visalaw.ai 03:11 – DACA Updates 04:39 – Kelly White — Associate Director, Public Engagement & Training (AILA) | AILA-DC Chair-Elect 2025–2026 05:51 – U.S. Consulate in Singapore Confirms H-1B1 Visa Not Subject to $100K Fee 06:59 – Trump Hit with First Lawsuit to Halt $100,000 H-1B Entry Fee 07:44 – “Freaky Friday” Memo — Charles Kuck & DHS Response 08:54 – Supreme Court Allows Trump Administration to End Temporary Legal Protections for 300,000 Venezuelans 09:14 – Trump Administration Considers Cutting Refugee Cap to 7,500 — Prioritizing White South Africans 09:32 – E-Signatures & I-129 NOIDs — Jonathan Wasden (LinkedIn) 10:40 – Launch of Sora 12:53 – Outro Show notes: (1) Kelly White -Associate Director - Public Engagement & Training AILA-DC Chair-Elect 2025-2026 (2) Acacia Justice (3) U.S. consulate in Singapore confirms H-1B1 visa not subject to $100k fee.  (4) Trump Hit With First Lawsuit to Halt $100,000 H-1B Entry Fee  (5) Freaky Friday Memo - Charle Kuck & DHS response (6) Supreme Court lets Trump administration end temporary legal protections for 300,000 Venezuelans (7) President Donald Trump is considering imposing a massive drop in the cap for refugee admissions from 125,000 to 7,500 and is expected to favor White South Africans over immigrants fleeing war or famine, according to people familiar with the matter. (8) E-signatures & I-129 NOIDs Jonathan Wasden LinkedIn Spotify | iTunes | YouTube Music | YouTube Follow eimmigration by Cerenade: Facebook | Instagram | LinkedIn Start your Business Immigration Practice! (US LAWYERS ONLY - SCREENING REQUIRED): E-2 Course EB-1A Course Get the Toolbox Magazine!  Join our community (Lawyers Only) Get Started in Immigration Law! The Marriage/Family-Based Green Card course is for you Our Website: ImmigrationLawyersToolbox.com Not legal advice. Consult with an Attorney. Attorney Advertisement. #podcaster #Lawyer #ImmigrationLawyer #Interview #Immigration #ImmigrationAttorney #USImmigration #ImmigrationLaw #ImmigrationLawyersToolbox  

Andrew Feldman is Co-Founder & CEO of Cerebras, building the world's fastest AI inference and training. Cerebras recently closed a $1.1BN Series G round at an $8.1 billion valuation, backed by top names including Fidelity, Atreides, Tiger Global, Valor Equity and 1789 Capital. Under his leadership, they've leapfrogged GPU limits in inference, operate at trillions of tokens per month, and are filing to go public soon. AGENDA: 02:43 Why We Did Not IPO and Raised $1BN From Fidelity 05:03 Analysis of Chip and Compute Landscape Today 07:14 NVIDIA Showing Signs They Are Running Out of Ideas 13:57 The Real Questions to Ask on Chip Depreciation 24:54 Energy Requirements for AI: Is it Feasible? 29:25 Mag7 Value Concentration: Feature or a Bug 31:57 Talent is the Bottleneck and Trump Makes it Worse 32:55 The War for Talent: Secrets No One Sees 34:22 Evaluating the Data Centre Economy: Many Will Lose Money 38:01 Three Changes the US Could Make to Beat China in AI 42:30 Why 80% of our Revenues are in the UAE 47:26 Quick Fire Questions 58:59 Why Work Life Balance is Total BS  

The state of Illinois and city of Chicago filed a lawsuit against the Trump administration on Oct. 6 in a bid to halt the federal government from deploying National Guard troops to Chicago.The U.S. Senate will take another vote on legislation to fund the government on Monday as a shutdown standoff between the two major parties enters its sixth day. The vote is scheduled at approximately 5:30 p.m.

Paul Hoynes and Joe Noga put a bow on the Guardians' improbable 2025 season with a recap of wild card Game 3 from the press box at Progressive Field. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Medicaid cuts targeting abortion are taking effect, with closures and impacts to other health providers for low income Americans nationwide.

 Listen to the voices on both sides of the government shutdown as new polling suggests a majority of Americans would blame Republicans for it happening. Will they really? Trump Truths another epic troll sure to trigger the left as Stephen Miller describes why the democrats are the party of not just violence, but domestic terror. Listen to how NPR - which Schumer wants to bail out with $500 million of our money - blames Trump for the democrats' political posturing. 

Was ist BANI? In einer Welt, die zerbrechlich, unvorhersehbar und oft unverständlich wirkt, brauchen wir neue Anker. Genau das beschreibt das Modell der BANI-Welt: brüchig, ängstlich, nicht-linear, unverständlich. In dieser Folge erfährst du, was BANI bedeutet – und warum Klang, Gong, Meditation und Training heute wertvolle Antworten geben können: • Wie du inmitten von Brüchigkeit innere Resonanz findest • Warum Präsenz stärker wirkt als Planbarkeit • Welche Lern- und Trainingsformen Menschen wirklich Halt geben – online wie offline Eine Einladung, nicht im Chaos zu versinken, sondern Klarheit, Körper und Klang als Wegbegleiter zu nutzen.

The United States has ambled into another government shutdown as Republicans and Democrats in Congress failed to pass a funding bill in time for the new fiscal year. It comes as the US economy is in a precarious state, with inflation rising and the job market weakening. Also in this segment: France is bracing for another day of nationwide strikes and protests as new Prime Minister Sébastian Lecornu tries to draft a budget. The rallying cry for unions is "Tax the Rich".   

Im Podcast Feel Hamburg spricht Daniel Kaiser mit dem Lehrer Hédi Bouden vom Helmut-Schmidt-Gymnasium in Wilhelmsburg. Bouden ist nicht nur Deutsch-, Geschichts- und Kunstlehrer, sondern auch Kulturbeauftragter und Initiator zahlreicher Projekte zur Verständigung zwischen Jugendlichen aus Israel, Palästina und Deutschland. Für seine Arbeit wurde er mehrfach ausgezeichnet, unter anderem mit dem Margot-Friedländer-Preis. Ein Schwerpunkt des Gesprächs ist das Projekt "Architecture of Hope", das Jugendliche verschiedener Herkunft zusammenbringt und ihnen Räume für Austausch und Hoffnung eröffnet. Der Terrorangriff der Hamas am 7. Oktober 2023 hat die Arbeit verändert, da viele der beteiligten Jugendlichen direkt betroffen waren. Bouden betont, wie wichtig es ist, trotz Krieg und Polarisierung Orte der Begegnung zu schaffen. Er schildert die schwierige Situation an Schulen: über Krieg, Antisemitismus und Rassismus werde oft geschwiegen, aus Unsicherheit oder Angst vor Überforderung. Dabei müssten gerade Lehrkräfte Jugendlichen Orientierung bieten. Bouden berichtet auch von Anfeindungen, Missverständnissen und persönlichen Belastungen, die ihn zeitweise zweifeln ließen. Halt geben ihm seine Tochter sowie die positiven Entwicklungen seiner Schüler*innen. Das Gespräch beleuchtet außerdem seine Biografie: als Sohn tunesischer Gastarbeiter in Hamburg aufgewachsen, früh mit Rassismus konfrontiert, geprägt von 9/11 und der Erfahrung, zwischen Kulturen und Religionen vermitteln zu müssen. Religion spielt für ihn eine wichtige Rolle, zugleich empfindet er seine Position oft als "Pufferzone" zwischen unterschiedlichen Fronten. Neben ernsten Themen geht es auch um Hamburg und speziell Wilhelmsburg, das Bouden als "Herz der Stadt" beschreibt. Er zeigt sich als engagierter Pädagoge, der Schule als Berufung versteht und Bildung als zentralen Schlüssel für die Zukunft sieht. Sein Wunsch: mehr Gesprächsbereitschaft, Zuhören und echte Begegnung in einer zunehmend polarisierten Gesellschaft

The ASX 200 slid a mere 3 points to 8846 as the US government shutdown weighed on sentiment. BHP under pressure from the off on news of a halt to iron ore sales in China, falling 2.5% with RIO up 0.5% and FMG doing well, up 1.4%. Lithium stocks under pressure on CATL news of a reopening, MIN fell 3.8%, LTR off 10.7% and PLS falling 6.4%. Copper stocks mixed, SFR up 1.6% and gold miners mostly firm, new record highs for bullion. NST up 0.8%, GMD up 0.7% and WGX rising 10.7% on its 3-year plan. Uranium eased and oil and gas mixed, STO up 0.5%. Banks eased back slightly, CBA up 0.1% with the Big Bank Basket down to $283.09 (-0.1%). Financials found some friends, SOL up 5.4% and MPL rising 0.6%. Healthcare better, CSL up 0.3% and RMD rising 0.8%. Industrials mixed, BXB up 1.3% with TLS rebounding 0.6%. Retail stocks eased a little, tech mixed, WTC up 0.6% and XRO up 0.6%. In corporate news, BVS soared 18.2% on guidance improving. APE in a trading halt pending a capital raise and a Canadian acquisition. ASB jumped 5.8% on a US Naval agreement.On the economic front, nothing locally. Asian markets muted as China National Day takes precedence. Japan down 1%.10-year yields drifted higher to 4.35%. US Futures down 0.5% on shutdown.Want to invest with Marcus Today? The Managed Strategy Portfolio is designed for investors seeking exposure to our strategy while we do the hard work for you. If you're looking for personal financial advice, our friends at Clime Investment Management can help. Their team of licensed advisers operates across most states, offering tailored financial planning services.  Why not sign up for a free trial? Gain access to expert insights, research, and analysis to become a better investor.

Crystal Palace became the first team to beat Liverpool this season as Eddie Nketiah's late strike extended the Eagles' unbeaten run to 18 games. But does the latest scalp make Oliver Glasner a target for clubs looking for a manager in the near future? Speaking of managers facing the job centre, Ruben Amorim lost another game as pressure on his position went up another notch. Brentford were the latest side to work out the Portuguese's tactics, as the back three failed miserably again. Elsewhere there's the usual Monday moans as Niall and Marley cast something to the bottom of the deep blue with Get In The Sea! Keep up to date with us on our socials here: NEW: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/fsdpod?igsh=MjQ5d29veGdoMmZ4&utm_source=qrX: https://twitter.com/FSDPodTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@footballsocialdailyTelegram Group: https://t.me/FootballSocial Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Ein Wasserrohrbruch in der Gemeinde: das Einfamilienhaus eines Ehepaars im Kanton Schaffhausen wird überschwemmt. Trotz allen nötigen Versicherungen bleiben die Eigentümer auf einem Grossteil des Schadens sitzen. Und: Fatale Verwechslung am Unispital Basel – falsche Patientin operiert. Versicherungsfalle Zeitwert – Haftpflicht zahlt nur wenig Ein Wasserrohrbruch in der Gemeinde: das Einfamilienhaus eines Ehepaars im Kanton Schaffhausen wird überschwemmt. Trotz allen nötigen Versicherungen bleiben die Eigentümer auf einem Grossteil des Schadens sitzen. Denn Haftpflichtversicherungen vergüten nur den Zeitwert. Dazu Tipps des Versicherungsexperten René Grünig von Fairsicherung. Fatale Verwechslung – falsche Patientin operiert Am Unispital Basel wurden im Labor Gewebeproben verwechselt. Die Folge: Einer jungen Frau wird wegen Krebsverdacht ein Teil des Gebärmutterhalses entfernt. Die Haftpflichtversicherung des Spitals will die Patientin mit 1000 Franken Entschädigung abspeisen. Test Haargel – Wie lange hält der Wet-Look? «Kassensturz» testet zwölf Haargels. Lust auf Wet- oder Sleek-Look? Haargel verleiht dem Haar Glanz und Halt. Doch welches Gel hält einen ganzen Abend durch und welche Produkte enthalten keine Allergene? Plus: Welchen Haargel-Look kreiert der Starcoiffeur von Nemo für die «Kassensturz»-Moderatorin?

Auch in der dritten Folge gibt uns Alex Wright wieder interessante Einblicke in das Wrestling Business

Kinder, die erwachsen werden; Loslassen und Vertrauen und die Frage: Wie viel Halt brauchen unsere Kinder, wenn sie ihre eigenen Wege gehen?  Ein Morgen am Bus, die Tochter fährt das erste Mal auf Klassenfahrt und plötzlich ist da dieses Wechselbad der Gefühle. Freude und Stolz, aber auch Sorgen und das leise Ziehen im Herzen. Wie schafft man es, das eigene Kind loszulassen, ohne es mit den eigenen Ängsten zu belasten?Alex und Chris sprechen über elterliche Rollenbilder, über die feine Linie zwischen Stärke zeigen und Verletzlichkeit zulassen. Warum „Shepherd“ manchmal die passendere Metapher für Eltern ist als „Designer“. Wie frühere Erziehungsmethoden von Strenge und Gewalt geprägt waren und was heutige bedürfnisorientierte Pädagogik besser (aber auch schwieriger) macht.Dabei geht es auch um das ewige Gefühl, nicht genug zu sein und die Erkenntnis, dass Liebe, Humor und Gelassenheit vielleicht die wichtigsten Zutaten sind. Von „Codewörtern“ als geheime Schutzschilde zwischen Eltern und Kindern, über das Lernen aus eigenen Fehlern bis hin zu der Frage: Kann man überhaupt die richtigen Entscheidungen treffen, wenn man sich selbst noch oft unsicher ist?Mit Humor, Nachdenklichkeit und dem üblichen Abdriften in Meta-Gespräche bleibt am Ende die Erkenntnis: Erziehung ist kein Plan, sondern ein Fluss. --------Noch ein Podcast:Perspektiven auf Software & Design von Chris & Alex.www.bessermit.design --------

Kennen Sie diesen Spruch: »Alt werden ist nichts für Feiglinge?« Wenn man jung ist, lächelt man darüber. So war es jedenfalls bei mir. Ich bin ein positiv denkender Mensch und dankbar für mein Leben. Inzwischen sind meine Jahre auf mehr als 73 gestiegen. Da denkt man über manches im Leben nach, vor allem dann, wenn die ersten Zipperlein da sind. Man spürt seine Knochen, das Knie macht nicht mehr so mit. Dann wird man etwas unsicherer in seinen Bewegungen, und an manchen Stellen knackt es. Ob das wohl daher kommt, dass man in einem »knackigen Alter« ist?Mehr und mehr stelle ich fest, dass es auf die innere Haltung ankommt. In meinem Leben habe ich viele Menschen kennengelernt. Auch solche, die sich hängen lassen und keinen Sinn mehr im Leben sehen. Damit meine ich nicht diejenigen, die von Krankheiten geplagt sind, Nöte mit sich tragen, sondern solche, die keinen festen Halt im Leben haben und innerlich schwankend sind.Meinen Lebensweg habe ich schon in der Jugend festgelegt. Mit 17 kam ich zum lebendigen Glauben an den Herrn Jesus Christus. Er hat meinem Leben Ziel und Sinn gegeben. Das war damals so und hat sich bis heute nicht geändert. Mit Jesus zu leben heißt nicht, dass es mir dann nur gut geht. Auch bei Christen kommen Krankheiten, manche Gebrechen. Mitunter kommen auch Dinge, die uns nicht gefallen. Operationen hatte ich in den letzten 10 Jahren etliche. Das Laufen geht nicht mehr so wie früher. Auch sonst fehlt es manchmal an Kraft. Doch ich weiß mich in meinem Herrn geborgen. Ich weiß, dass er mich trägt und hält, auch im Alter. Das Beste aber ist: Ich habe ein herrliches Ziel. Einmal werde ich bei Jesus im Himmel sein. Den Weg hat der Herr Jesus für mich frei gemacht.Joschi FrühstückDiese und viele weitere Andachten online lesenWeitere Informationen zu »Leben ist mehr« erhalten Sie unter www.lebenistmehr.deAudioaufnahmen: Radio Segenswelle

Ein Wasserrohrbruch in der Gemeinde: das Einfamilienhaus eines Ehepaars im Kanton Schaffhausen wird überschwemmt. Trotz allen nötigen Versicherungen bleiben die Eigentümer auf einem Grossteil des Schadens sitzen. Und: Fatale Verwechslung am Unispital Basel – falsche Patientin operiert. Versicherungsfalle Zeitwert – Haftpflicht zahlt nur wenig Ein Wasserrohrbruch in der Gemeinde: das Einfamilienhaus eines Ehepaars im Kanton Schaffhausen wird überschwemmt. Trotz allen nötigen Versicherungen bleiben die Eigentümer auf einem Grossteil des Schadens sitzen. Denn Haftpflichtversicherungen vergüten nur den Zeitwert. Dazu Tipps des Versicherungsexperten René Grünig von Fairsicherung. Fatale Verwechslung – falsche Patientin operiert Am Unispital Basel wurden im Labor Gewebeproben verwechselt. Die Folge: Einer jungen Frau wird wegen Krebsverdacht ein Teil des Gebärmutterhalses entfernt. Die Haftpflichtversicherung des Spitals will die Patientin mit 1000 Franken Entschädigung abspeisen. Test Haargel – Wie lange hält der Wet-Look? «Kassensturz» testet zwölf Haargels. Lust auf Wet- oder Sleek-Look? Haargel verleiht dem Haar Glanz und Halt. Doch welches Gel hält einen ganzen Abend durch und welche Produkte enthalten keine Allergene? Plus: Welchen Haargel-Look kreiert der Starcoiffeur von Nemo für die «Kassensturz»-Moderatorin?

Talk, Alltag, Learnings & Fails mit David & Andrea Kaum zu glauben: Wir feiern ein Jahr unser geliebtes Personal-Podcastformat ZWÖLF Minuten & verraten ua, wie oft wir es geschafft haben, dass die Folge wirklich nur 12 Minuten lang ist. Außerdem sprechen wir über unsere liebsten Fair Fashion Design, unsere Shoppingfails & das Thema, was sagen, wenn man ein Kleidungsteil geschenkt kriegt – es aber keine faire Mode ist… Wir sind David Wehle & Andrea Gerhard, die Hosts des Podcasts ZWEIvorZWÖLF! Dieses Format gibt uns Raum für einen guten Schnack & euch die Gelegenheit für eine gute Bewertung unseres Podcasts! Danke dafür* Hier gibt es auch Raum für eure Themen & Gedanken. Schick uns gerne eine Sprachnachricht via Instagram oder eine Mail an david@zweivorzwoelf.de! Kurzinterview Natascha von Hirschhausen www.nataschavonhirschhausen.com WERBUNG / Der natürliche Moment mit Dr. Hauschka Der neue Dr. Hauschka Long Lasting Mascara zeigt: Es geht auch ohne Silikone, synthetische Filmbildner oder Mikroplastik – mit pflegendem Rizinusöl, beruhigendem Augentrost und Bienenwachs für natürlichen Halt. Er pflegt die Wimpern, ist augenfreundlich – und gleichzeitig ausdrucksstark. Alle Infos unter: https://links.zweivorzwoelf.info/drhauschka-longlastingmascara ZWEIvorZWÖLF Infos/Kontakt Website: https://www.zweivorzwoelf.info/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/zweivorzwoelf/ Produktion & Musik: David Wehle david@ZWEIvorZWOELF.de, https://www.instagram.com/david_wehle/ Redaktion & Interviews: Andrea Gerhard https://www.instagram.com/andreagerhard_tall_area/?hl=de ZWEIvorZWÖLF ist offen für Sponsoren & Partner. Wir wissen, dass Nachhaltigkeits-Unternehmen oft nur ein kleines Marketing-Budget haben. Kontaktiert uns einfach & wir finden eine Lösung. ZWEIvorZWÖLF Infos/KontaktZur WebsiteZu Instagram Produktion & Musik: David Wehle david@ZWEIvorZWOELF.de, https://www.instagram.com/david_wehle/Redaktion & Interviews: Andrea Gerhard @andreagerhardZWEIvorZWÖLF ist offen für Sponsoren & Partner. Wir wissen, dass Nachhaltigkeits-Unternehmen oft nur ein kleines Marketing-Budget haben. Kontaktiert uns einfach und wir finden eine Lösung

Junge Männer wählen AfD, junge Frauen links: bei den letzten Wahlen war der "Political Gender Divide" überdeutlich. Ein Grund für diese Entwicklung: Über TikTok, Instragram und Co werden junge Männer auf der Suche nach Halt und Identität zunehmend in antifeministische und rechte Ideologien radikalisiert. Im WAS TUN-Interview erzählen Caspar Weimann von onlinethater.live und Tobi Spiegelberg von Detox Identity, was sie dagegen tun Tobi erzählt, wie er und seine Kolleg:innen in Workshops mit Schüler:innen antifeministische Einstellungen aufspüren, Geschlechtererwartungen mit den Jugendlichen hinterfragen und wie man mit Antifeministen umgeht, für die Andrew Tate der "beste Mann" ist. Caspar tritt online gegen die rechten "Mikroimpulse" an: Mit dem Projekt "Myke" hakten er und sein Kollektiv sich in die TikTok-Algorithmen der Manosphere und setzten dort emphatische und zugewandte Botschaften, um die rechte Radikalisierungsspirale zu unterbrechen.

Mexico and the US have launched a new bilateral initiative aimed at disrupting the stream of illicit weapons across their shared border. Also, US President Donald Trump meets with Israel's prime minister in Washington for the fourth time in eight months to discuss a ceasefire deal in Gaza. And, Moldova's pro-European party secures a resounding victory in the country's parliamentary elections over a bloc of pro-Russia parties. Plus, Italy and Austria hit a major milestone in building the world's longest underground railway located deep beneath the Alps.Listen to today's Music Heard on Air. Learn about your ad choices: dovetail.prx.org/ad-choices

Are you tired of feeling guilty every time you get angry as a parent? What if your anger actually contains valuable information about what needs to change in your family systems? Most parental anger management approaches treat all anger the same way - as a problem that requires control. But research shows there are actually two distinct types of parental anger, and understanding this difference changes everything about how you respond. Instead of suppressing your emotions or exploding at your kids, you can learn to use your anger constructively to create positive change for your family. In this episode, you'll discover why traditional anger control methods often backfire and learn a practical framework for responding to your anger in ways that honor both your emotional experience and your family's wellbeing. You'll understand when your anger is pointing to legitimate systemic problems versus when it's signaling you've hit your personal limits. Questions this episode will answer Why do I get so angry as a parent? Parental anger often emerges when core values around fairness, respect, or safety are violated, or when you're overwhelmed and basic needs aren't being met. What are the two types of anger parents experience? Values-Aligned Anger carries information about legitimate concerns and aims for positive change, while Reactive Anger emerges from overwhelm, triggers, or unmet basic needs. How can I control my anger with my child? The HEAR method (Halt, Empathize, Acknowledge, Respond) provides a framework for responding to anger constructively rather than suppressing or exploding. How does parental anger affect children? When parents model constructive anger responses, children learn that emotions can fuel positive change rather than destruction, and that their voices matter. How do I deal with parental anger issues? Understanding whether your anger is Values-Aligned (requiring systemic changes) or Reactive (requiring self-care and healing) determines the most effective response strategy. What are the symptoms of parental rage? Reactive anger typically comes suddenly with surprising intensity, seems disproportionate to triggers, and leaves you drained, while Values-Aligned anger builds gradually and energizes you toward solutions. What you'll learn in this episode Why emotional suppression techniques often backfire and create "emotional rebound" effectsHow to distinguish between Values-Aligned Anger (pointing to systemic problems) and Reactive Anger (signaling overwhelm or triggers)The HEAR method for responding to anger constructively while maintaining family connectionPractical strategies for addressing the mental load and inequitable parenting responsibilitiesHow to model healthy anger responses that teach children their emotions have valueWhen to focus on systemic changes versus personal healing and self-careWhy your anger about impossible parenting standards reflects legitimate concerns about family-unfriendly systemsHow to break the Anger-Guilt Cycle that keeps parents stuck in suppression and explosion patterns Ready to dig deeper into your triggered reactions? If you find yourself experiencing a lot of Reactive Anger - the kind that seems to come from past triggers or overwhelming stress - our Taming Your Triggers workshop can help. This 10-week program gives you tools for staying regulated and connected with your children even in challenging moments, including how to address the root causes of triggered reactions. When you understand and heal the experiences from your own childhood that keep showing up in your parenting today, you can respond to your children from a...

On the latest edition of The Front Page, Jonathan Harding is joined by West Country correspondent James Stevens and Matt Rennie to discuss the raft of changes made by Cheltenham to combat the festival's attendance slump – including a reduction in the price of Guinness.  The panel also reflects on an informative weekend, with Classic clues on offer at Newmarket and globetrotting star Rebel's Romance landing another big race in the US under Frankie Dettori, and looks ahead to the Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe and the prospect of a long-awaited Japanese winner at Longchamp.

In dieser intensiven Podcast-Folge spreche ich mit Autorin Franziska Hohmann über ihr Buch Gut, dass du nicht mehr da bist. Franziska wuchs bei einer alleinerziehenden Mutter auf, die an schweren Depressionen litt. Schon als Kind musste sie viel zu früh Verantwortung übernehmen – ohne Halt, ohne Sicherheit, ohne dass jemand zuverlässig für sie da war. Wir sprechen darüber, wie diese Erfahrungen ihr Leben geprägt haben: Parentifizierung, Scham, das ständige Gefühl, stark sein zu müssen, und wie daraus später Alkohol als Copingmechanismus entstand. Franziska erzählt von fünf Entzügen, den Diamanten-Tattoos als Symbole für jeden Schritt und dem langen Weg in die Heilung. Eine berührende und inspirierende Folge über eine Kindheit im Ausnahmezustand, den Mut zur Selbstbefreiung und darüber, wie man trotz schwieriger Startbedingungen innere Sicherheit finden kann. Hier geht es zu Franziskas Buch "Gut, dass du nicht mehr da bist": https://www.amazon.de/Gut-dass-nicht-mehr-bist/dp/3453607112 +++ +++ Sicher dir dein kostenloses Ausbildungsgespräch: https://sarahdesai.de/mindfulmasters-academy/ Der neue Kalender für 2026: https://www.amazon.de/dp/B0DLK12CMB Melde dich kostenfrei zum Newsletter an: https://sarahdesai.de/mindful-minute Das Superpower Affirmations Kartenset: https://www.amazon.de/dp/B0BMVQ9ZTR Meine Ausbildung, Coachingkurse und Bücher findest du hier: https://sarahdesai.de Folge mir für weiteren Input und Inspiration gerne auf Instagram: @sarah.desai

Was immer Panik im Einzelnen bedeutet, man darf sie wie ein unüberhörbares Signal der Psyche verstehen, dass etwas anders werden muss.. Fallgeschichte Michelle: Behandlung einer Panikstörung: https://www.patreon.com/posts/139705715 Vertiefungsfolge: Psychostatik und psychische "Zustände": https://www.patreon.com/posts/139706066 Die Methode der somatischen Narration von Sebastian Leikert: https://www.patreon.com/posts/108790038?collection=148939 Weitere Fallgeschichten zum Thema Angst Fallgeschichte Saskia: Die Angst vor dem Dunkel: https://www.patreon.com/posts/138717136 Fallgeschichte Mirko & die Krankheitsangst: https://psy-cast.org/tag/fallgeschichte-mirko/ Fallgeschichte Alex: Panik & transgenerationales Trauma: https://psy-cast.org/tag/alex/ [Das Skript zur Folge](https://www.patreon.com/posts/139705761) Link zum Gespräch mit Dr. Gerhard Schneider, dessen Denken unseren Podcast sehr beeinflusst hat: "Die Psychoanalyse ist ein Humanismus": https://www.patreon.com/posts/dr-gerhard-die-136345449 **Literaturempfehlungen** - Kinston, W. & Cohen, J. (1988): Primal Repression and Other States of Mind. Scandinavian Psychoanalytic Review, 11, 81–105. - Kinston, W. & Cohen, J. (1988): Cycles of Growth in Psychoanalysis. Unveröffentlichtes Manuskript, Programme for Psychoanalytic Research, SIGMA Centre, Brunel University, Uxbridge. (Vorgetragen in Auszügen beim 36th International Psychoanalytic Congress, Rom). - Svevo, I. (1923): Zenos Gewissen. Roman. Erstdruck: Bologna: Cappelli. (Zahlreiche spätere Ausgaben, u. a. Frankfurt a.M.: Fischer, 1987). - Freud, S. (1915): Die Verdrängung. Gesammelte Werke, Bd. X. - Mentzos, S. (1975): Angstneurose. Psychodynamische und psychotherapeutische Aspekte. Stuttgart: Kohlhammer. - Ebrecht-Laermann, A. (2014): Angst. Gießen: Psychosozial-Verlag. - Bestellung unseres Buches über genialokal: https://www.genialokal.de/Produkt/Cecile-Loetz-Jakob-Mueller/Mein-groesstes-Raetsel-bin-ich-selbst_lid_50275662.html und überall, wo es Bücher gibt. Auch als Hörbuch (z.B. bei Audible oder Bookbeats)! - Link zu unserer Website mit weiteren Informationen: www.psy-cast.de - **Wir freuen uns auch über eine Förderung unseres Projekts via Paypal**: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=VLYYKR3UXK4VE&source=url - Anmeldung zum Newsletter: https://dashboard.mailerlite.com/forms/394929/87999492964484369/share - n dieser Episode unseres Podcasts Rätsel des Unbewussten widmen wir uns einem der quälendsten seelischen Phänomene: Panikattacken und Agoraphobie. Was steckt wirklich hinter der „Angst ohne Anlass“? Warum erleben Betroffene Panik als so überwältigend – und doch so schwer greifbar? Wir beleuchten die Psychologie von Panikzuständen aus psychoanalytischer Perspektive: Was unterscheidet eine Panikattacke von einer generalisierten Angststörung? Warum kann Panik auch ohne erkennbare äußere Gefahr entstehen? Welche Rolle spielen unbewusste Konflikte, frühe Bindungserfahrungen und traumatische Selbstzustände? Wie lassen sich Panikstörungen verstehen – und was bedeutet das für eine erfolgreiche Therapie? Neben den klassischen Symptomen – Herzrasen, Schwindel, Atemnot – geht es uns um die innere Erfahrung: das Gefühl, die Kontrolle zu verlieren, „verrückt“ zu werden oder keinen Halt mehr zu finden. Wir zeigen, wie Panik auf tieferliegende psychische Zustände verweist, die oft weit über eine „fehlgeleitete Angstreaktion“ hinausgehen. Begleitend zur Episode erscheinen auf unserer Förderplattform Patreon zwei Vertiefungen: eine Fallgeschichte aus der psychotherapeutischen Praxis sowie eine zusätzliche Folge über das Modell der Selbstzustände nach Kinston & Cohen.

Marco met Elise online and swears their date downtown is one of a kind. They have oysters with sparkling wine, martinis, a fantastic dinner, and long conversation. He thinks the intimacy is obvious and they're destined for a second date. She ghosts, and he wants to know why.

Luke's HAARP Time Warp: Part 1 A cosmic catastrophe. Based on a post by somethin fishy, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Chapter 1. Luke MacDougall was stretching out in his tent after his hunting the Brooks Range in Alaska. He had been hunting moose earlier this week, He bagged a bull moose on his first day up north, and his work horse of a snow machine was vital to hauling the beast back to the truck. By the time he got back to his house in the outskirts of Anchorage, It was just after the evening rush hour. This was too easy. His neighbor's butcher shop was impressed when he drove up to drop off the field dressed carcass. “1022 pounds!” Mike told him when the winch scale steadied. “I didn't expect you til Friday!” Mike loves the outdoors and in addition to hunting, he also loves fishing and seeing the beauty that is Alaska. “I think I'll take my Polaris up the river to the east and see what's out there, before the melt floods out the pass.” I'm going to make the most of my week off! Luke said, But Mike was busy rolling the hoist rack over to the meat locker. Luke owned his own engineering firm that worked all over the world, mainly for the chemical industry. Luke had master's degrees in chemical and mechanical engineering plus a bachelors in metallurgy. He had been in the Marine corps, but a combat injury had forced him out. While in the corps he had been a combat engineer and he still did engineer consulting work for the Marines. He stood six foot eight and weighed two hundred and sixty pounds, and even though he did mostly desk work he was by no means out of shape. Not only was he very strong, but he was a hand-to-hand combat expert while in the corps, was one hell of a shot, and had gotten his black belt in martial arts after he had gotten out. He had thought about trying out to be a sniper, but figured that his size would give him away and therefore be a threat to his team mate, this he couldn't live with. He had light brown hair that was kept in a crew cut and piercing blue eyes. Although he looked to be very definition of a hard ass, he was actually extremely considerate to those around him and always took the extra second to consider how his actions would affect the people around him. While he didn't have a family, his older sister Mackenzie, did. Her husband, Dan, was one of Luke's oldest childhood friends and they had two kids. Luke always made sure to spoil them rotten. Since he didn't have anyone to spent money on, he had set up trust funds for both kids over his sister's objections. His sister still lived on the same ranch that they had grown up on in Wyoming. Their parents had been killed when Luke was sixteen and Mackenzie was eighteen. Mackenzie, without thinking about it; cancelled going to college and stayed on the ranch to take care of Luke so that he wasn't taken by the state. Luke's mom had been a geologist and his dad had been a part time jeweler and worked the ranch in his spare time. Tonight, Luke had another reason to be happy. He had gotten the jewelry done for his niece's birthday and had sent it to her the day before he left for his trip. Since he lived in Anchorage, Alaska it took some time to get there. He had made her a handmade necklace out of gold that he found in some of Alaska's streams. In the pendant he had a large sapphire set in it, her birth stone. He had gotten that while working on one of his overseas jobs and upon smuggling it into the U S, had cut it to maximize its beauty. It had been in rough form when he smuggled it in. Luke's jewelry making was a hobby of his to relax after a hard day in the office and actually knew how to cut and grind gemstones thanks to not only his dad but his mom as well. Going to sleep that night, he never in a million years would guess that his life was about to change completely. Luke's Spring trip up the Matanuska River to the glacial basin, before the dangerous spring thaw, and flow.; was going to be a 4-day run via snow machine. He made great time and decided to extend his trip northeastward past Lake Tazlana, and perhaps even Mount Sanford. Having made great time getting to the headwaters, he continued east toward the Gakon River. At Glenallen he stopped for fueling up at a trading post; and for updates on the Mount Sanford melt. The locals told him to Stay on the north side of the Gakon River and he'd be safe. Continuing northeast, Luke was now in unfamiliar territory, so he focused on landmarks and wildlife. He watched two Grizzlies kill a yearling moose. He finally pitched camp due northwest of Mount Sanford; Just east of Gakona, and on the north side of the flooding river that rushed down from the high mountain peaks. His chart showed he was near the research facility known as the High-frequency Active Auroral Research Program (HAARP). Global rumors and conspiracy theories abounded, regarding the mega-high voltage compound, guarded by a very sophisticated security system and plain-clothes security people. The security protocols were strikingly identical to the Central Intelligence Agency's standard operating procedures. Luke had heard that tonight might be an amazing display of the Aurora Borealis; or northern Lights. What Luke didn't know was that he was closer to the security fence than he knew. Just one ridge of trees blocked his view of the high fencing. During the night, while Luke slept in blissful ignorance, a cosmic disaster struck. At one point Luke stirred a bit as a sound similar to a P A system having a feedback loop, was flaring. As it did, the waves and arcs of the northern lights danced radically across the sky. The sound and lights were clearly synchronized and getting brighter. But Luke uncharacteristically slept like a baby. This was a weird one, for the only known person immediately affected was Luke. Suddenly the sound was silent and the area was black. Pitch black. Again, Luke slept. And when the black hole sucked him, tent and all, Luke was sound asleep. This unexplained phenomena transported Luke across space and time. When Luke woke up the first time; he noticed was that it was a lot more humid and warmer than it had been when he had gone to bed. He then noticed that the bird sounds were different as well. ‘Okay this is weird' he thought. He stuck his head out of his little tent and his confusion deepened for around him was a wild forest of deciduous trees. When he went to bed, he had been surrounded by scrub land with stunted aspen trees. ‘I must be dreaming, and if this is a dream, damn.' “Well, I guess I better have a look around” he said to himself. He spent the rest of the morning looking around his “dream world” wondering when he was going to wake up. His Polaris Snow Machine was no longer parked next to the south end of the tent. It wasn't anywhere. Not that it would be all that helpful in this mild summer-like weather. He noticed that the sun was almost straight overhead and he had an idea. He would check the time on his phone and use that to figure out about where he was at. When he did it, he got an even bigger shock, his phone was nine hours behind. That combined with the tree species around him, put him in… ‘Hell, is this England?' The weather plus the state of the leaves on the trees likely put it in late spring. “Well fuck me!” exclaimed Luke. For the rest of the day, he stayed near his 2-man tent. He found a stream nearby to get water and fish from. Hopefully he would wake up from this nightmare soon. When he woke up the next morning, he was starting to realize that something was truly fucked up with his world. He was still in the same spot. Figuring out that he was fucked, he did an inventory of his gear. He had his tent, sleeping bag, backpack, and camo clothes. He had his 9mm sig and his .338 rifle that his had picked up while in the Marines, and he had plenty of ammo for both. In his backpack he had is laptop and solar powered charger, one M R E, plenty of survival straws, matches, his extra canteen, and extra fire starters. Of course, he had his travel rod, a selection of terminal tackle, and some lures. He had re-spooled the reel right before going to the Brooks Range. All in all, he was in good shape. What really bothered him was that he couldn't get any satellite lock or cell signal at all. After his inventory, he figured that he probably should get moving, so he packed everything up. While he was packing, he had water boiling over the fire to fill his canteens up. Checking his compass he decided to start moving East. He walked carefully through the woods for the rest of the day, stopping with about an hour of daylight left, at another stream, to make camp. First thing he did was get a fire going and got himself more water. He had managed to catch some fish and frogs for supper. Early the next morning he again topped off his canteens and started moving again, still heading East. The way he figured it, one of three things could be going on: one this was all some weird dream; two somehow, he had traveled through space and time; or three he was in an alternate universe. He was hoping that this was a dream. About midday he paused and rested for a bit for it was a warm, humid day. As he was getting up from a short nap, he heard shouting nearby. It sounded like English, well sort of. Now Luke was curious, for he had also heard metal on metal contact, so he headed toward it. Within a minute he came up to a dirt road. Looking North, Luke saw six men on horseback riding around a stopped carriage. On the ground were several dead men, all wearing armor. As Luke watched, two men burst out of the carriage and were quickly cut down there was nothing that Luke could do for them because he was too far away. The men on horseback now dismounted and approached the carriage. The next sound made Luke's blood chill for it was a female scream. Not one but two. Two young women were yanked from the carriage. One had golden blond and wore a blue dress, while the other one wore a green dress and had brown hair. The younger one looked to be about eighteen or nineteen while the other looked to be slightly older. Two men grabbed each woman and pulled them in front of what Luke assumed to be the commander. While the men were occupied, Luke quickly closed the distance. As he got to within thirty yards, he heard something about the men having some fun with the woman. That was enough for Luke, he slipped off his backpack. He was still in his camo clothing and had carefully modified it into a ghillie suit. He stepped out into the road, mad sure to have his handgun ready and yelled; “Halt, Drop Your Weapons!” Chapter 2. Marion of York was pissed to put it mildly. She hadn't wanted to come along, with her older sister, Cecilia, and father, Charles, to London. Normally she loved traveling to London, but this time it was for Cecilia's engagement and her fiancé, John of Sussex, gave Marion the creeps. They had spent almost a week in London getting the wedding contract ready. When they were married, John would become the lord of Charles's land and the land would then stay in the family. Marion would continue to live in the castle until she was married. Charles was making these arrangements to avoid a situation with his greedy neighbor who had been eyeing his land and daughters for years, and Charles knew that his health was failing and that he wouldn't be long for this world. After the contract had been signed, John decided to travel back with them, as much to check out his new land as to check out Marion and the other woman of his soon to be castle. They had been traveling for three days when they were ambushed. Their guards were cut down within minutes, because although these men were very experienced, loyal, and brave; they had been caught by surprise. Soon all six men were dead. Three were John's and three had been Charles's. They had managed to cut down four of their attackers though. Soon the remaining six attackers were circling the carriage. Marion recognized the colors that the men wore. They belonged to their greedy neighbor, Richard. One of them, Marion personally recognized as Richard's son, William. The same man that her father had kicked out of their castle when he had persuaded relations with Cecilia. This wasn't good. Soon her father and John decided that their only chance was to try and kill the men attacking them. They both knew that if they surrendered, they would be killed anyway. They burst out of the carriage and were quickly cut down without achieving anything. This left the ladies defenseless. William ordered them to be pulled from the carriage. They were brought before him where he then told them; “Well bitches, we're going to have some serious fun then you'll both have to die. However, I will give you a choice. If you cooperate your death will be quick and painless, if you don't well…” Both ladies started turning white for this was their worst nightmare come true. Both despised William, his father, and all the people loyal to them. As William was cutting the dress from Cecilia, they heard a booming male voice: “Halt, Drop Your Weapons!” The voice echoed through the forest and the trees even seemed to move at the sound of it. Although the words themselves were weird, the point was clear. The ladies looked up hopefully and the men spun around. There thirty paces in front of them was a massive humanoid creature. It was dressed with leaves and small branches and not a single patch of skin was visible. In one hand was a small black object, but it didn't have any armor or any weapons for that matter. Then William spoke up; “Says who? A stupid, unarmed swamp thing?” His men snickered. Apparently, the humanoid had understood him. “'Says who? I'll tell you; I am your worst nightmare come to life. A man that can kill you where you stand and you won't be able to do a thing about it. Now this is how things are going to be. I am going to count to five. If you fuckers are not out of here by then, or I will kill you all.” The humanoid made this threat in a way that seemed like it might have ordered food, not facing six heavily armed men. William snorted; this was going to be too easy. Looking at his men: “Lads, time for some more entertainment. Kill that thing.” The ladies knew the stranger was dead. Suddenly the humanoid couched slightly and brought the small black object up to a horizontal position. The next thing the ladies knew there was a sound like thunder, the small black object jumped around in the humanoid's hand, and a quick jet of flame shot out the end of the object. The men around them started falling with blood and meat exploding from their necks. Within seconds, only William was left and he was using a now nearly nude Cecilia as a shield. Cecilia was nearly nude because William had just finished cutting her dress when the humanoid interrupted. “So, I see mister tough guy in armor is actually just another coward that uses an innocent woman as a shield, how pathetic.” The humanoid stood very still for a short time as though he was debating something. “Get out of here, beast. Nothing here concerns you” commanded William. Marion thought this was a stupid move on William's part but then again, he wasn't known to be the sharpest tool in the shed. Her thoughts were confirmed within a second. “Beast is it now? Well tell you what is going to happen. You let that lady go and I'll put my weapon away. Then we can see who is the better in a real man's fight.” Luke knew this course was a bit dumb but one he didn't want to risk hurting the lady even though the chances of that were slim. The other reason that he did this was that he wanted a bit more fun from this engagement. “Deal” said William and he released Cecilia and Luke put away his gun. As he released her, her dress fell away but this was the least of her concerns at the moment. She ran to Marion and embraced her. Then Marion asked the stranger: “Where is your sword, kind stranger?” “Sword?” snorted the stranger “Never used one and won't be needing one.” ‘This man was more arrogant than most nobles. What kind of word is “won't”? He is doomed.' thought Marion. She had good reason to doubt the stranger would live for although William was an idiot, he was very noted swordsman. William made the first move toward the stranger. The stranger didn't move until William was almost upon him, then with absolutely amazing speed the stranger side-stepped William's attack and grabbed his right wrist. The stranger then took his other hand and struck William in the elbow snapping it and bending it completely the other way. William though, didn't have time to register the pain for the stranger then grabbed William's head and with a quick motion of his hands, snapped William's neck with a loud crack; snapping it just as easily as someone would snap kindling for a fire. The stranger then moved quickly to check on the other men. For those attacking, to make sure that they were dead and for the attacked to see if he could give any of them aid. All of them were dead. The entire time the ladies cautiously watched his, Cecilia not even realizing that she was naked. When the man finished, he walked up to the ladies with his hands stretched out and with his palms faced the ladies so they could see that he wasn't armed. As he passed the wagon, the man looked in a trunk and found another dress for Cecilia. He also removed the strange outer clothes that he was wearing. Luke was now dressing in a t-shirt and camo jeans. Finally arriving in front of the ladies, Luke handed the dress to Cecilia who quickly put it on. Marion was stuck by this act of kindness on the man's part, for he at first seemed to be utterly ruthless. Something else Marion noticed was just how damn handsome the stranger was. He was clean shaven, with a strong chin. His blue eyes were lit with the look of not only intelligence but also concern. His shoulders were broad and his bare arms had well defined muscles on them. Marion could almost imagine those arms wrapped around her and this thought caused her heart to flutter and for moisture to form in between her thighs. No other man she had ever met had caused her to have thoughts like this and she had even met the current king of England, Edward the Confessor. Walking up to the ladies, Luke was having a hard time deciding on which one was better looking. Cecilia, the older of the two, had long and almost Chestnut colored hair, her skin had a very light tan, few freckles on her face, and warm brown eyes. Of course, the rest of her body was really good too, with about C cup tits plus large pink nipples. Her stomach had a little bit of fat on it but not bad, Luke liked his ladies with a little meat on them. He hated when women were so skinny that their bones showed. The worst thing from his perspective about her was that her pussy was a jungle, in fact he had never seen a bush that thick. He had been to some of the world's most remote jungles and her pussy hair was thicker. The younger one though was stunning as well, although she wasn't naked so Luke couldn't make a direct comparison. She was slightly taller than the older one, probably about five foot ten or so. Her hair looked to be the color of twenty-four caret gold, and her eyes looked to be sapphires. Her skin, at least what Luke could see, was a pure white. To top things off she had nice full lips, a very cute nose and a perfectly oval face. “Good afternoon, ladies.” Seeing the fearful look on their faces, Luke continued: “You have nothing more to fear, for I will not harm you.” Cecilia was still in a state of shock, but Marion had recovered for the most part. “We thank you kind sir. I do not want to think what would have happened to us if you had not stepped in.” Luke gave her a slight nod “What be your name kind stranger?” “Luke. What be your name and the name of your companion here?” “I am Marion of York and this is my older sister Cecilia.” Marion was starting to relax a bit; however, Cecilia wasn't, but this was normal for them. Marion had always been faster to react to changes. “So, tell me, Marion, what happened here? Why were you attacked?” “The men that attacked us belonged to a neighboring earl, Richard. He was been lusting after my father's lands for years now.” Marion broke down a little, thinking about her father. “Sorry, Richard was furious when he heard that Cecilia here was to be married to John of Sussex. This would have kept our lands out of Richard's hands. His men were waiting in ambush for us, and they caught our guards by surprise. Our father and John were in the carriage with us. They decided to rush out and attack the remaining men, once the guards were slain. They were killed without achieving anything. William was Richard's son and the man you killed with your bare hands. He told us, once we had been pulled from the carriage that they were going to have fun with us and that we would be killed. How we died would have our choice, if we cooperated then death would have been quick and if we did not cooperate then we would have faced a long and painful death. William has killed many people before and he was addicted to killing, so I have no doubt that you saved us from a horrible death at William's hands.” Marion finished, and broke down in tears. Luke kneeled in front of her and put one his large hands on her cheek. He then pulled Marion in and held her tight. As he did, he whispered to her, “You have no need to worry further for I will now be protecting you, that is if you want me to.” She pulled away slightly and looked into his eyes with a hopeful look on her face. She then launched herself back into his arms: “Thank you, Luke. But are you sure, we have nothing of value for I am sure that Richard has taken over our home?” “If I was not sure of it, Marion, I would not have made the offer. You two will have to do something for me, though.” Both ladies instantly stiffened and gained hard looks on their faces. “You two will have to learn how to defend yourselves In case I am not nearby when you are attacked next. Because, I am sure of this; when Richard does not hear back from his men, he will send more men to look for them and by extension you two.” Both ladies relaxed a bit, but were a bit confused for this was the last thing they had expected. “But we are ladies, we cannot fight” stated Cecilia. She had finally gotten over her paralysis. Hearing this, Luke's face went from a concerned caring, to one of extreme anger. The ladies were completely taken back by this and instantly became fearful again. They didn't even realize what they had done to change his mood so suddenly. But they quickly learned. “Let Me Get Something Straight With You Two, Right Now!” growled Luke as the ladies shrank from his fury. “You both Will learn how to defend yourself, for I will teach both of you how. This is the price for me staying with you. If you are not willing to at least try to learn then I shall take my leave of you.” At this Luke spun around on his heel and started walking away. He was a firm believer in woman being capable, despite their physical differences. He wasn't however going to fight for his life to defend these ladies, if they were not at least willing to learn how to defend themselves. Sure, he would feel a bit guilty about leaving them but that was life. Luke figured that with the loot from the dead men around plus a couple of their horses, he could go anywhere. Luke hadn't taken more than three steps when Marion cried out: “Wait! God, please wait?” Luke stopped but didn't turn around. “If you are willing to teach us how to defend ourselves, then we would be deeply in your debt, kind sir.” “Never call me sir again, and you will not be in my debt. You're learning how to defend yourselves will be enough payment for not only rescuing you, but also further defending you” stated Luke. “Do we have a deal?” he asked still with his back to the ladies. The ladies looked at each other and then back to Luke, “We have a deal, Luke” They said together. Luke turned back around, wearing a soft, warm smile. “First thing we need to do is to collect all the weapons, armor, and anything else useful from the dead. Then they will need to be buried for the last thing we need is obvious evidence of what happened here. After all that is done, it will probably be about time to set up camp for the night. Tomorrow morning your lessons start.” The ladies looked at him with confused looks “What ladies, I don't want any arguments, get moving now” Luke snapped at them. Chapter 3. This got the ladies moving. Over the next few hours, they worked harder than they ever had in their lives, the dead were stripped of anything useful, even their clothes. All the loot was put in the carriage for transport. While the ladies were busy with the dead, Luke rounded up some of the horses. They had enough for each of them to ride their own horse and to have a spare apiece. On William they found a number of gold coins and some silver ones as well. This was added to the money that was being carried in the carriage. After Luke rounded up the horses, he began to dig a mass grave for the dead and place them in it. He had also policed his brass shell casings. He thought that with his knowledge that he might be able to make reloads, plus he wanted to leave as little evidence as possible. Finally, everything was finished and they still had about two hours before nightfall, so Luke set up camp away from the road, in a clearing next to a clear stream. As he began to set up, Cecilia and especially Marion were immensely curious. They had never seen gear like this before. Sure, they had seen satchels and tents before, but never made of this strange cloth. Luke got a fire going, and then started boiling water that he collected from the stream. Now the lady's curiosity overrode their lingering fear. “Why are you boiling the water, Luke?” asked Marion. “Just making it safe to drink. By boiling the water you kill off the microorganisms, in the water, that can make you sick.” “Microorganisms?” asked Cecilia “Yep, microorganisms are organisms that are too small to be seen by the naked eye, but make no mistake they are there and the wrong ones can kill you” explained Luke. “Sounds like you speak witchcraft or heresy” stated Cecilia. She was devotedly religious. “God alone decided who dies and who lives.” Through this Marion wasn't sure who to believe. Although the things that Luke said made absolutely no sense to her; what reason would he have of lying to them over something like this. Luke must have been in a good mood however for he wasn't offended by Cecilia's rebuttal. He actually looked amused. “Well, Cecilia go ahead and drink the water straight from that stream then, and when you do eventually get dysentery don't complain to me about it. As far as witchcraft is concerned, stop being insulting, for there is nothing magical about anything I do for I am an engineer.” “You're that confident that we would get sick from that water?” “Maybe not the water from that stream but why take the risk.” “I have a couple of questions for you Luke.” Marion continued when Luke nodded toward her “what does “don't” mean, and what is an engineer?” “Oh, sorry about that. It is a speech difference from my homeland. Sometimes we would take two words and make them one. Doing this makes speaking more efficient. Don't is actually do not. When this is done it's called a contraction. It's; is actually it is.” “Wow that is more efficient.” “And an engineer is someone who designs things to be made, or figures out why something failed, or figured out how to make things easier, mechanically” “Interesting, I have never heard of an engineer. So, another question for you, where is your homeland?” Marion was determined to learn everything that she could about Luke. “Well, originally I came from an area called Wyoming, but now I live, well lived in an area called Alaska.” “I have never heard of either of those places.” “That doesn't surprise me for they are very far away. Across the western sea. The Viking raiders know of it. It is past Iceland and Greenland. ” “Father may have known about those lands, but it's not something he felt women should bother with.” Marion wasn't sure of what to ask next. She wanted to know everything about this man but she could sense that he was hesitant to talk about himself. She sat next to him by the fire and like him just stared into the flames. Cecilia had started her evening prayers by now. “Are you going to say your evening prayers, Luke?” asked Marion. Luke gave her a weak smile. “Sorry, I don't pray.” “You don't believe in God?” “Nice use of a contraction, Marion, and to tell you the truth, no I don't. I never have for I have seen more destruction and suffering caused by differing religious beliefs then you could ever imagine. I do believe that you have the right to believe what you want and you have the right to peacefully practice your beliefs without interference. But I could never take moral guidance from folks that allow innocent children to be tortured and killed of no reason at all, or that preaches that half the human population are inferior because they were born as a woman.” “Maybe their torture was all God's plan for them; and woman are inferior to man. After all, Eve was created from Adam and it was Eve that got them kicked out of the garden.” “Ya sure, “God's plan”. I've been hearing that all my life and every time someone says that, it is usually to cover up for either them not caring or they were the guilty party. Problem with the Adam and Eve theory is that there is absolutely no proof that it happened and I find it ironic that the “first people” had European names. Plus, this sounds just what it is, a story that men use to keep woman subservient to them, makes me sick.” By now Luke had a faraway look in his eye. Marion realized that is his mind, he was somewhere else entirely; and he was. Luke's mind had traveled back to his time spend in Iraq and the death he had seen firsthand that was caused by people's differing beliefs, and these weren't even beliefs in different gods, just different ways of worship. In his mind's eye he also saw women that had been burned with acid or hot oil because they did something to “offend” their family. He saw what happened when men used their position to “marry” young girls and the horror inflicted on the girls. Eventually Cecilia got done with her prayers and came back over. Luke shared some of his food with her. He had lost his appetite. Anything he thought about his time in Iraq he lost his appetite. “Something bothering you?” asked Cecilia “You barely ate anything.” “It's Just some very bad memories of a place that I was in for a time; nothing for you two to be worried about.” Eventually Luke stood up and stretched, Marion and Cecilia were almost asleep sitting by the fire. “Well ladies, you two should get some sleep. You two can sleep in my tent and I will sleep against that tree so I can keep watch.” “But we cannot sleep were you sleep. You need the sleep as well” protested Marion. Luke just gave a look and told her “Shut up and get in the tent, both of you. Make sure to take your dresses off before you lay down so that you don't damage the bedding.” Both Marion and Cecilia knew that they wouldn't win this argument so they did as Luke told them. They were amazed by how soft and comfortable Luke's bedding was. It was simply the most luxurious thing that they had ever laid on. Within minutes both had passed out. Luke sat outside and kept watch all night. He would doze off for ten or fifteen minutes at a time. He would then wake up, look around and then doze off again. Chapter 4. Marion was the first of the ladies to wake up the next morning, Cecilia was really not a morning person. So, Marion carefully got up as to not wake Cecilia, she grabbed her dress, and stepped out of the tent. Luke was up and had the fire going. He had some fresh fish cooking, but he hadn't realized that Marion was up yet. So, she stood quietly and watched him still holding her dress in her hand. The sun was just about to rise as Marion watched Luke cook the fish and boil water for drinking. Finally, she got the courage to walk over to him. As she did, she carefully laid her dress down. Now naked with nothing to hide her body, she walked up behind Luke. “Good morning, Luke. I trust that you slept well last night.” “Good morning, Marion. I slept decent actually. How about you?” “That was the best that I have ever slept. Your bedding is by far the best I have ever felt.” “Thank you, Marion. Breakfast will be ready in a bit. Can you wake Cecilia up?” “Can we talk for a bit first, please. Cecilia actually hates mornings.” “Very well then.” Luke turned around and his jaw almost fell off. Marion was the very definition of a goddess. Her skin was pure white. She had about the same size tits as Cecilia, but Marion's tits were a bit firmer with smaller pink nipples. The flip side was that her nipples were much harder than Cecilia's. Luke's eyes traveled down to her stomach. It was flat, firm, and toned but not thin enough to show any bones. Traveling further south, Luke noticed that Marion's pussy was covered in sparse light blond hair. He could see her pussy lips sticking out slightly and the there was a small gap between her legs, caused by Marion's hips flaring out nicely. Her legs were long and strong, and her feet were even beautiful and Luke wasn't a foot guy. Traveling back up north, Luke also noticed that Marion had a graceful neck that seemed to be screaming for him to nibble on. “Well how do I look?” “Are you sure your name isn't Aphrodite? You are by far the most beautiful woman that I have ever met, and I have met some very beautiful woman before.” Marion smiled. From the sudden heat in her cheeks, she was sure that she was blushing crimson and she felt a sticky wetness forming between her legs again. Suddenly she was moving like another person. She walked straight up to Luke, reached up to hold his cheek and pull him down so she could kiss him. Kissing him was by far the best thing that Marion had ever felt. Her whole body felt tingly and she actually wondered if she might pass out from the pleasure. This increased when Luke carefully picked her up. Marion then wrapped her strong legs around Luke's body. She could feel his cock getting hard and this only further drove Marion's lust. She might have gone even further, but through her lust-induced trance, she heard the unmistakable sounds of Cecilia starting to get up. Marion and Luke let go of each other and Marion ran over to put her dress on. She got it on in record time and by the time Cecilia came out of the tent Marion was starting to eat on one of the fish that Luke had been preparing. Cecilia was clueless as to what Marion and Luke had been doing, for she just assumed that Luke would want to be with her because she was the oldest and she though the smartest. What she didn't know was that Luke was deeply attracted to intelligence and Marion had her beat badly in this department. As the three of them ate their breakfast, Marion asked about the plans for today. “Well first we need to check out those clothes we got yesterday to see if you two can wear any of it. One; having pants on makes it easier to fight, and two; when we start traveling it will be much easier for you two to hide the fact that you are women.” Marion immediately could see the wisdom in Luke's thinking; by hiding the fact that Marion and Cecilia were in fact women, even if it was only from a distance, then they wouldn't attract as much attention to themselves. It was like Luke's hunting clothes, in the woods, that she learned were colored in a pattern called camouflage. It would make them harder to spot. Cecilia of course was against the idea. She was a lady not some cross dresser, thank you very much, but when it was clear that even her sister supported Luke, Cecilia didn't have much choice. They both found men's clothes that fit them and Luke found some clothes that even fit him. He wanted to be dressed in the same clothes as everyone else so he didn't stand out as much. Plus, by not wearing his modern clothes, he could save them for special occasions. After the three got changed, Luke started going over the ultra-basics of self-defense. Marion threw herself into learning and she learnt fast. She had been almost raped once and she wasn't going to let that happen again if she could help it. Cecilia wasn't really that interested. The way she looked at it, it was Luke's job to protect her, not for her to protect herself. After a couple of hours all three were hungry and tired. Luke got the fire going again and started fixing the last of the food that had been in the carriage. As they ate, Marion sat as close as she could to Luke while not crowding him. Eventually Cecilia excused herself to relieve herself. “Marion, I have a question for you. Now before I ask, know this; know that the question will at first sound very stupid but once I explain I promise that it will make sense. And furthermore, I must insist that you never, ever tell anyone what we are about to talk about. If my secret falls into the wrong hands and used incorrectly the destruction that will fall on the world will cast the Battle of Armageddon in the shade.” Marion nodded nervously, “Okay, what year is this?” “Why this is the year of our lord 1065. Why, and why must it remain a secret” Luke closed his eyes, took a deep breath, held it for a second and slowly let it out. Marion was growing more concerned, she knew that Luke didn't lack anything in the bravery department and yet here he was more nervous than she had ever seen him, and she had seen him take out half a dozen thugs without breaking a sweat. Slowly opening his eyes, Luke looked directly into Marion's eyes and said flatly: “Where I came from it was the year 2021 A D.” “What?” “That's right, Marion. I not only come from a different place but also from a different time. And since I have a decent understanding of my history, I know what the major events that are going to happen for the next almost thousand years and if the wrong people get hold of this then they might try to make short sighted decisions that would spell disaster for them and their people.” Marion was speechless and absolutely stunned after all she had been falling in love with this man and know she felt that she didn't know him at all. Suddenly she stood up. “Marion!” “Get Away From Me You Bloody Devil! I never want to be near you again!” Luke bowed his head, accepting his fate. As Marion ran away, she didn't see that Luke was starting to cry. He had just lost the only woman that he had ever truly loved romantically and this came on top of him losing his entire family and all of his friends. He hadn't cried since he was five, but now he was crying now. Slowly he stood up and started to gather his gear up. Looking up he saw Cecilia coming back. ‘Just fucking great' he thought. “Where's Marion?” Cecilia asked. Knowing that not telling her would turn out badly, Luke decided on telling Cecilia a half-truth; he didn't trust Cecilia. “I told her something about myself that upset her deeply.” “What, are you actually married?” Luke smiled slightly “If it was only that small of a secret, but no, my secret can change the world forever and if it gets used wrong then the horror that would be unleashed is far beyond anything you could ever imagine.” “Then why did you tell Marion, but not me?” Now Cecilia was getting pissed for she didn't like the fact that that Luke trusted her bratty little sister and not her. “Why, because I am finding myself falling in love with her and the last thing, I wanted was to keep my biggest secret from her. Marion, in the meantime was stomping off. She didn't even know where she was going, for she was furious. Eventually she found herself standing in front of her father's grave. Luke had given her father his own grave and had even took the time to make a marker for him. She collapsed in front of the grave and began to weep. She was crying harder than she had ever cried before, the man that she had fallen in love with wasn't even close to the man that she had thought that he was. Finally, she stopped crying and just stared at the marker that Luke had made for her father. Luke had taken her father's sword and broke it in half. He then carved Charles's name on it and had written something else. Then he drove the handle part into the soil at her father's head. It took Marion a while to read the instruction. For one, it was written in an unfamiliar tongue and two her reading was just good enough to be able to slowly make her way through the bible. But eventually she was able to make sense of the writing and once again began to cry for Luke had written: “Here lies a proud, brave man that gave his life so that his family might live. If I, the man who buried his earthly remains, could be even a quarter of the man that this man was then I would be able to die a happy man. Go in peace now Charles of York. I promise that I will do everything in my power to continue to protect your family.” Marion knew what she had to do and she knew what she had done. She was so pissed with herself, for turning her back on Luke, that she could barely stand herself. After all, here was a man that had saved her from being raped and murdered, that had started to train her in self-defense so that if something like that ever happened again, she would be able to defend herself, and most of all here was a man that believed that women are at the very least equal to men. Sure, men are usually stronger and faster, but in mental abilities, where Luke seemed to be most interested in her, he had already stated multiple times that men and women are at least equals and, in some areas, women are for the most part far superior to men. She also knew that Luke would never hurt her and would die to protect her. Finally, she was able to stand up, she wiped her face off, turned around, and ran off to find Luke before he took off. She could only hope and pray that she wasn't too late. Of course, he might turn his back on her and she wouldn't blame him if he did, after all she had already turned her back on him once. Chapter 5. As fast as Marion ran through the woods, her mind was running faster. Would she be able to find Luke and Cecilia again? Would Luke even talk to her if she could find them? And perhaps the most disturbing thought, would Cecilia try to ensnare Luke? This last one was the worst for Marion because Cecilia could never stand to see Marion happy and always went out of her way to make Marion's life as miserable as possible. Now that Marion had for all appearances rejected Luke, would Cecilia try and take Luke before Marion could come to her senses. Is water wet? With this in the front of her mind, Marion pushed herself to run even faster. The brush and branches that slapped her in the face and the thorns that caught her clothes couldn't slow her down for her just had to find Luke before it was too late. Finally, she got to the clearing that they had camped in. Luke and Cecilia were gone. Looking around desperately, Marion found the tracks leading out toward the road. She also found a note written on some strange material. The fact that it was written was enough to prove that it was from Luke, Cecilia couldn't read or write, but Marion would have known it was from him anyway because she recognized his writing style: Marion, “I am deeply sorry that I have angered you. I truly wish that the circumstances were different for I have truly fallen in love with you. I would not blame you if you never talk to me again for, I have realized that I completely overwhelmed you. I am sorry that I have hurt you. I have left, with Cecilia, to get her back home. After that I will be leaving England. I truly hope that you find the happiness and love, in life, that an outstanding woman like yourself deserves. Goodbye, Luke Marion was cursing herself too much to bother crying at the moment. She had turned her back on Luke when he tried to tell her the most important thing about himself. It should have been obvious to Marion, at the time, that Luke didn't like to keep secrets from her, but then again, she had never known anyone that would tell her the simple truth without wanting something in return. Just to make herself feel even better, the one and only time that someone told her the truth without wanting anything in return, she ran away. Now Luke had taken reasonability for angering her, admitted to her that he had fallen in love with her, and told her where he was going. She had to catch him before he left England, at all cost. She knew that with the carriage that Luke would be slowed down a bit. Problem is that she didn't have a horse or any other gear with her, but she didn't care. As Marion began to follow the tracks, she heard a familiar sound coming from the brush. When she looked, she found a horse there with all the gear she would need. In the saddlebags, she found money and food. All this stuff she had seen very recently. It was gear that the three of them had collected from the dead after Luke had saved them. This could only mean one thing; Luke hade left it without Cecilia's knowledge, for if she had known then she would have done everything she could have to prevent Luke from leaving anything for Marion. With the horse and the knowledge of where Luke and her sister were headed, and that Luke wanted her to rejoin him, Marion took off to find them. Once Luke had explained to Cecilia what had happened, leaving out the part about him being from the future, Cecilia pretty much demanded that Luke finish escorting her home. Luke was too broken hearted to care so he finished packing the gear and set off with Cecilia. As they left, Cecilia started pouring on her charm. Despite her many flaws from his point of view, Luke had to at least admit that Cecilia was beautiful and charming. With him being hurt so bad by Marion, Cecilia figured that it would be easy to get her hands on Luke. Still Luke maintained at least some of his wits about him. He wouldn't show Cecilia his computer or rifle, and she wouldn't be able to secretly look at them for Luke had them both locked in their cases, and the locks were highly advanced combination locks. Luke guarding his secrets so closely pissed Cecilia off to no end, but she couldn't let it show, yet. She figured that it would take a few days but she would wear down Luke's resistance to her. After all, she wanted the knowledge that Luke surely possessed for herself. Cecilia and Luke made pretty good time, after they broke camp, traveling until they had to stop and set up camp. Luke still wouldn't take the chance on getting a room at an inn. Cecilia of course wasn't happy about this, but since she had set herself a mission, she wasn't about to complain about it. After Luke got the campsite set up, Cecilia was too much of a lady to help, he went to get some food. While he was gone Cecilia went through his gear and found many clues as to who Luke really was. At least she would have if she could read that is. She decided that when they got home, she would have Luke arrested for something and then take his gear to a monk that she trusted and knew loved to read. Seeing Luke coming back with food, Cecilia continued to pour on the charm. “See unlike my stupid sister, I would never leave you, Luke. She never did care about anyone but herself and you deserve a woman who knows how to pleasure and care for a man. That woman is me.” Cecilia curled up to Luke and began to caress him softly. Luke barely reacted to her, but she had expected that. He had been badly damaged, by her sister, and Cecilia knew from long experience with men that it might take her a little bit longer to get what she wanted from Luke. That evening, Luke again set up the tent. This time, Cecilia insisted that she was terrified of nightmares and was afraid to sleep alone. “It was fine before Marion ran off because there was someone there with me. With her now gone I am terribly afraid that I will start having nightmares.” “Sorry, Cecilia but someone needs to keep watch during the night. If you get nightmares, I will be right out here for you.” Finally, wondering at how Luke could still have the ability to reject her, Cecilia went to bed. Luke sat around for a while and just thought about everything; Him losing his parents, getting a medical discharge from the Marines because of a roadside bomb, losing the rest of everyone he had every known because of some fucking cosmic freak job, killing those men to protect two women who he didn't know Then losing Marion because he had told her the truth, and finally Cecilia's rather obvious and frankly annoying attempts to seduce him. Thing was that the harder Cecilia tried, the more she drove Luke away. She didn't know this of course and Luke wasn't about to tell her. He had promised to get her home and he would. As soon as he did, he would get to a port as fast as possible and get a boat to the continent. Finally, he fell into a fitful slumber. Marion drove her mount as hard as she could to make up some time. As she went, she would ask people coming from the other direction if they had seen a carriage with more horses then would normally be around and was headed in the same direction she was. A few people had and she had learned that she was about a half day behind. If she got what she thought was truthful information, she would pay the person who had given her the info. As it got dark, Marion continued to travel until she couldn't see anything anymore. When at last she had to stop, she took care of her horse for without it she wouldn't have a chance to catch Luke, then she ate some of the food that Luke had left her, and finally dozed off to sleep. Before she went to sleep though, her mind drifted back to when she had been naked and had been picked up by Luke. This memory made her wet between her legs and it felt like she was on fire with the fire being centered in her cunt. It didn't take long for her to start rubbing herself with one hand rubbing across her tits and sensitive nipples and the other rubbing between her legs. Since she had never done this before, it took her a few minutes to figure out what felt good. Eventually she found a small bump that when rubbed sent shock waves through her body. The more she rubbed that spot the better it felt, until she started to thrash around and nearly blacked out. As she recovered, she felt several emotions running through her. One was guilt, what she had just done had been preached against as a mortal sin for as long as she could remember and, now she figured that she was going to hell because of it. The second emotion though took some of the guilty edge off for she felt an amazing calm descend on her. She just didn't give a fuck what those priest and nuns said. This feeling was new to her but didn't take her long to figure out that Luke had led her to this feeling and the more she thought about it the more that she realized that Luke had been right. This was after all Her body and what she did with it was Her business. One side effect that she didn't expect was that making herself feel good like that, also helped her get to sleep easily. The next morning, Marion was up before the sun and felt more rested than she had in years. One other affect that Luke had on her was that she just didn't feel any need to pray and definitely didn't feel any need to visit a priest to ask for forgiveness. Quickly she ate a bit and got the horse ready. She knew that Cecilia wasn't a morning person so she figured that she could make some serious ground up. Marion had her dress packed away in a saddlebag and was wearing some of the clothes that they had gotten off the dead guys. At first, she felt bad about this, but seeing the reactions of the people that she met on the road, made her fully realize Luke's wisdom for nobody realized that she was in fact a woman. She had been traveling for a couple of hours when she came upon a campsite that had been recently abandoned. Checking it out, she found a small pouch with some money, a short note, and some food. Again, she recognized the pouch and the writing. This time the note informed Marion that her sister was up to no good. She estimated that she had only missed them by about an hour or so, judging by how much heat was in the embers. She easily got the fire going again and boiled some water. She remembered the warning that Luke had given her about contaminated water. After boiling enough water to refill her canteen and making sure that her horse had gotten enough water and grass to eat, she set out again. Again, she traveled to nightfall, but this time when she stopped, she could see a small campfire in the distance. Now she began to plan what she was going to do when she caught up with Luke and Cecilia. With her sister's two-faced nature, Marion would have a hard time of it just showing back up in camp, but she also really wanted to meet up with Luke and apologize for turning her back on him and running off. Finally, Marion had a plan and she started to rub herself again. This time, she was able to start with what felt the best and within minutes had cum so hard that she saw stars and passed out. The next morning, Marion got up as the sun was coming up and got underway extra quick. Sure enough, the fire that she had seen the night before was from Luke and Cecilia. When Marion came to the edge of the camp, she dismounted and quietly began to investigate. Luke wasn't there, but Cecilia was and was still sleeping. Marion then retreated to a good hiding spot near her horse to watch for Luke. After an hour, Marion began to get worried. There was evidence in the camp to say that Luke was still with Cecilia but Marion hadn't seen Luke anywhere. She was watching so intensely that she didn't hear someone come up behind her. Suddenly a strong hand was across her mouth, and Marion reacted in the way that Luke had taught her, but whoever was behind her was very strong. Marion was now fighting for her life and felt like she was stronger now then she had ever been. Finally, she was able to face who had attacked her and was surprised to be looking into a giant's chest. She glanced up and was astonished to see the person, who had attacked her, was none other than Luke. Without thinking about it, she slapped him hard across his face and then jumped up and grabbed hold of him, and started kissing him fiercely. To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by somethin fishy, for Sex Stories.

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There is yet another class. You are halt. You are halting between two opinions. You are sometimes seriously inclined, and at another time worldly gaiety calls you away. What little progress you do make in religion is but a limp. You have a little strength, but that is so little that you make but painful progress. To you also is the word of this salvation sent. Though you halt between two opinions, the Master sends you this message: "How long halt ye between two opinions? if God be God, serve Him; if Baal be God, serve him." Consider thy ways: set thine house in order, for thou shalt die and not live. Because I will do this, prepare to meet thy God, O Israel! Halt no longer, but decide for God and His truth.

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A Mystery in FlorenceIn Tuscany there is so much magic: hills decorated with olive trees, vineyards and cypresses, bell towers ringing everywhere, hidden gardens, and of course enchanted cities, full of history and beauty, where famous artists have created marvellous works of art.In this tale we find ourselves in the city of Florence, where magic abounds and legends hide in every corner.A river called the Arno runs through it; and amongst the many bridges there is one that quite rightly is a bit more famous than the others: the Ponte Vecchio. In those suspended houses no one lives anymore. Every day it is full of tourists who photograph it and come to visit from all over the world, but many, many years ago on this bridge there were butchers, fishmongers and tanners as if it were a market, a square suspended over the Arno and daily life was very different from today.At the time of this story the shops were all jewellery stores owned by master goldsmiths, who lived there, worked and sold gold jewellery and precious items of the highest quality. It was one of the hearts of the city where the Florentines of the time would meet and stop to chat whilst they came and went from one side of the river to the other. Even the children spent their days having fun playing and running from one side to the other undisturbed.At this point you must know that for some days small thefts had been occurring in the artisans' shops. Gold and precious items disappeared as if stolen by the wind, silently and by surprise, without leaving a trace. Who knows who knows? Who could be the culprit?The goldsmiths gathered together, after closing their shops, right there on the bridge."But what on earth is happening?" said one."Well, if only we knew..." said another."And we can't go on like this, looking like fools!"Bernardo, one of the goldsmiths, said: "Granted I'm a bit absent-minded, but I'm certainly not blind enough not to see if gold is missing from my shop."And off they went asking questions and interrogating each other to try to find an explanation for these thefts, discover the thief and perhaps recover what was stolen.In short, it had been weeks now that gold filings from the working of gold and various precious objects had been disappearing from the shops — and all this was happening under everyone's eyes but no one had seen anything.Who to blame if not those mischievous rascals who enjoyed playing football on the bridge! Between little matches, laughter, running, various games and hide-and-seek, who knows if one of them hadn't started stealing here and there.More days passed and more gold had vanished into thin air. The goldsmiths, tired of this business, came out onto the bridge and shouted loudly all together: "Now we've really had enough and it's time to put an end to it! Let's catch the thief!"Even Giulio the baker came out to the doorway of his shop, on the left, at the end of the bridge, and although he hadn't understood precisely what was happening, he showed everyone his flour-covered hands shouting: "I've got nothing to do with it, I swear! My hands are covered in dough only because I'm always preparing focaccia to bake in the oven."And saying this he joined the others shouting: "Let's catch the thief red-handed before that sack becomes one of flour!"In that commotion, Lapo, a very clever and curious boy, son of the goldsmith Bernardo who was friends with everyone and played together with the other children on the bridge, after reflecting thought: "There's something that doesn't add up: we children don't steal, whose fault can it be?"So Lapo decided to investigate on his own. Because as his grandfather always told him: "one thing done is worth more than a hundred to do" and then he would add that "if you do it yourself you do for three."So, without much ado, the following evening he organised himself, getting hold of a magnifying glass, a notebook with pencil to take notes and a lantern that would accompany him in the dark. The latter he held tight with a slightly trembling hand, but there was no hesitation — the situation wouldn't resolve itself.At dusk, he set off from the Ponte Vecchio, where he lived with his father above the shop, towards the column in Piazza Santa Trinità.Up there was, and still is, the Statue of Justice that towered so high as to touch the sky. The journey wasn't long, but that evening it took him longer than usual, because he observed everything with attention and curiosity. He looked right, left, in the narrow streets, beyond the parapet of the Lungarno and if he saw a stone he moved that too: "you never know where you might find clues" he thought.He had heard it said that the column and the statue of Justice were magical and full of secrets. But the most amazing thing was that from its summit, where indeed the statue stood, one could see what was happening at every point in the city — as we know justice sees and knows everything.Having arrived in Piazza Santa Trinita, he gave a great sigh, took one last step and at the foot of the column — what a surprise... he met a snail."A snail?" you will say. "Eh, exactly a snail complete with house on its shoulders, with lights on at the windows and a fireplace lit" Really, I tell you... Believe it... In short it was there, moving, slowly yes, but determined. When it heard the light step of the unexpected visitor, it became suspicious and withdrawing its antennae as if they were brakes, it stopped dead and said:"Halt! Who goes there? But who are you and where are you going? You're not looking for trouble, are you, wandering about all alone at this twilight hour?""No, what trouble... quite the opposite Mrs Snail" replied Lapo, "I should go to the top of the column to see what's happening on the Ponte Vecchio. There are things that don't quite add up and I'm investigating. As you can see I even have the magnifying glass and hat!" Said Lapo showing the objects to avoid misunderstandings. "Now, since you seem to be from around here, you wouldn't happen to know how I can get up there?"The snail who lived at the foot of the column and was to all intents and purposes its guardian, huffed but then smiled and showed Lapo a small door at the foot of the column, hidden by ivy."Dearest Lapo," she said adjusting her spectacles "you seem like a brave boy, a true friend and also a good investigator, but only from the top of the column will you be able to know the truth."Having said this, the snail rubbed her tentacles and they began to shine with a magical light that enveloped Lapo making him become the height of the door which opened with a great creak; so sharp as to make all the birds that were hanging about in the night fly away.Lapo, now very small, thanked the snail and without fear entered inside the column. In the darkness, he was impressed by a narrow and high well that went up instead of down. On the gleaming walls there was a spiral of tiny steps that he began to climb with determination with the lit lantern held tight in his hand. He reached the top.In the night the starry sky illuminated the Statue of Justice that towered over Florence. It had a scale with two balanced plates in one hand and a golden sword in the other.As we said previously, by enchantment, from there one could see the whole city — one just had to look in the right direction and think of the part of Florence you wanted to see: an incredible magic for a breathtaking view.Now was the moment to concentrate on the Ponte Vecchio and try to solve the mystery of the thefts, but whilst moving around the statue, to go to the side that looked towards the river, he made an incredible discovery. He couldn't believe his own eyes — so much so that he took out the magnifying glass to be sure. Both plates of the scale were full of gold filings and precious trinkets."Good heavens! And how did this stuff get up here?" Exclaimed Lapo with wide eyes. "This is undoubtedly the loot from the thefts at the jewellery shops!"At first, confused and amazed he didn't know what to think, but then, observing the filings more carefully he realised they were all woven together with bracelets and necklaces: these were two nests and an idea immediately flashed into his mind."The thieving magpies!" Exclaimed Lapo. Those crafty birds love everything that glitters, it must certainly have been them who robbed the shops and brought the stolen goods up here.And in the middle of this thought, suddenly they appeared in flight. They landed on the column agitated and furious "KRAA KRAA KRAA! Oh, little boy but what are you doing at our home? Don't you even dare touch these glittering marvels; they are our nest, we found them and they are ours."Lapo didn't let himself be frightened and calmly replied: "But what are you saying? You like glittering things that shine and you take them, but that certainly doesn't mean they are yours."The magpies were all chattering together they seemed to have gone mad and knew no reason. "But what is this one saying?" Said one. "Right, someone comes to our home and expects to give orders?" Added another. "Yes, nice joke. They're not ours? But are you a comedian? Change job, look, because you don't make us laugh." Said another.And all of them laughing.At which Lapo didn't let himself be intimidated. He rummaged in his pocket and found what he was looking for. He proposed an exchange. "What if we made a deal. To tell the truth I lose out quite a bit, but I like you so much that I would gladly give you these beautiful shiny marbles in exchange for the gold and trinkets."Seeing those small brilliant and colourful treasures, which they had never seen before, the magpies calmed down. They looked at each other with a crafty look and without hesitation... "Deal!"They took the marbles from his hand in a flash and flew away shouting: "Hooray, we're rich! From now on we'll collect these little balls."Sighing with relief and satisfaction, Lapo recovered the stolen goods and rushed down from the column. The snail was waiting for him applauding. With another spell she made him come out of the little door and appear right on the Ponte Vecchio where several Florentines were taking the evening air and chatting — including the goldsmiths."Papa, papa I've discovered the mystery and found the culprit, it was the thieving magpies! My friends didn't do anything wrong." "Calm down son, I'm listening". Replied Bernardo.Lapo with all the breath he had in his throat didn't waste a moment and told everything he had discovered and seen: the investigator's hat, the magnifying glass, the magical snail who knew the secrets of the column, the little door, the statue at the top, the view of Florence, the thieving magpies and the trick with the coloured marbles. Finally the mystery of the strange thefts was clarified, all the recovered stolen goods were returned to the goldsmiths of the Ponte Vecchio thanks to the enterprising and brave Lapo.At that point everyone who was on the Ponte Vecchio applauded shouting: "hooray, hooray, hooray, for the little investigator."Whilst the ancient bridge, perhaps enchanted, gleamed with golden lights.Giulio the baker whilst putting focaccia in the oven, sang merrily and with a ringing voice announced: "today focaccia for everyone free of charge, we must celebrate!"The thieving magpies returned to flying; they continued to find small objects and even pieces of glittering dreams; and chattering they said: "It may well be that we've lost a nest, but we've certainly found a story to tell."And perhaps, who knows, there will be a new story!— Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli [Inspired by a Florentine legend] Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. 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A Mystery in FlorenceIn Tuscany there is so much magic: hills decorated with olive trees, vineyards and cypresses, bell towers ringing everywhere, hidden gardens, and of course enchanted cities, full of history and beauty, where famous artists have created marvellous works of art.In this tale we find ourselves in the city of Florence, where magic abounds and legends hide in every corner.A river called the Arno runs through it; and amongst the many bridges there is one that quite rightly is a bit more famous than the others: the Ponte Vecchio. In those suspended houses no one lives anymore. Every day it is full of tourists who photograph it and come to visit from all over the world, but many, many years ago on this bridge there were butchers, fishmongers and tanners as if it were a market, a square suspended over the Arno and daily life was very different from today.At the time of this story the shops were all jewellery stores owned by master goldsmiths, who lived there, worked and sold gold jewellery and precious items of the highest quality. It was one of the hearts of the city where the Florentines of the time would meet and stop to chat whilst they came and went from one side of the river to the other. Even the children spent their days having fun playing and running from one side to the other undisturbed.At this point you must know that for some days small thefts had been occurring in the artisans' shops. Gold and precious items disappeared as if stolen by the wind, silently and by surprise, without leaving a trace. Who knows who knows? Who could be the culprit?The goldsmiths gathered together, after closing their shops, right there on the bridge."But what on earth is happening?" said one."Well, if only we knew..." said another."And we can't go on like this, looking like fools!"Bernardo, one of the goldsmiths, said: "Granted I'm a bit absent-minded, but I'm certainly not blind enough not to see if gold is missing from my shop."And off they went asking questions and interrogating each other to try to find an explanation for these thefts, discover the thief and perhaps recover what was stolen.In short, it had been weeks now that gold filings from the working of gold and various precious objects had been disappearing from the shops — and all this was happening under everyone's eyes but no one had seen anything.Who to blame if not those mischievous rascals who enjoyed playing football on the bridge! Between little matches, laughter, running, various games and hide-and-seek, who knows if one of them hadn't started stealing here and there.More days passed and more gold had vanished into thin air. The goldsmiths, tired of this business, came out onto the bridge and shouted loudly all together: "Now we've really had enough and it's time to put an end to it! Let's catch the thief!"Even Giulio the baker came out to the doorway of his shop, on the left, at the end of the bridge, and although he hadn't understood precisely what was happening, he showed everyone his flour-covered hands shouting: "I've got nothing to do with it, I swear! My hands are covered in dough only because I'm always preparing focaccia to bake in the oven."And saying this he joined the others shouting: "Let's catch the thief red-handed before that sack becomes one of flour!"In that commotion, Lapo, a very clever and curious boy, son of the goldsmith Bernardo who was friends with everyone and played together with the other children on the bridge, after reflecting thought: "There's something that doesn't add up: we children don't steal, whose fault can it be?"So Lapo decided to investigate on his own. Because as his grandfather always told him: "one thing done is worth more than a hundred to do" and then he would add that "if you do it yourself you do for three."So, without much ado, the following evening he organised himself, getting hold of a magnifying glass, a notebook with pencil to take notes and a lantern that would accompany him in the dark. The latter he held tight with a slightly trembling hand, but there was no hesitation — the situation wouldn't resolve itself.At dusk, he set off from the Ponte Vecchio, where he lived with his father above the shop, towards the column in Piazza Santa Trinità.Up there was, and still is, the Statue of Justice that towered so high as to touch the sky. The journey wasn't long, but that evening it took him longer than usual, because he observed everything with attention and curiosity. He looked right, left, in the narrow streets, beyond the parapet of the Lungarno and if he saw a stone he moved that too: "you never know where you might find clues" he thought.He had heard it said that the column and the statue of Justice were magical and full of secrets. But the most amazing thing was that from its summit, where indeed the statue stood, one could see what was happening at every point in the city — as we know justice sees and knows everything.Having arrived in Piazza Santa Trinita, he gave a great sigh, took one last step and at the foot of the column — what a surprise... he met a snail."A snail?" you will say. "Eh, exactly a snail complete with house on its shoulders, with lights on at the windows and a fireplace lit" Really, I tell you... Believe it... In short it was there, moving, slowly yes, but determined. When it heard the light step of the unexpected visitor, it became suspicious and withdrawing its antennae as if they were brakes, it stopped dead and said:"Halt! Who goes there? But who are you and where are you going? You're not looking for trouble, are you, wandering about all alone at this twilight hour?""No, what trouble... quite the opposite Mrs Snail" replied Lapo, "I should go to the top of the column to see what's happening on the Ponte Vecchio. There are things that don't quite add up and I'm investigating. As you can see I even have the magnifying glass and hat!" Said Lapo showing the objects to avoid misunderstandings. "Now, since you seem to be from around here, you wouldn't happen to know how I can get up there?"The snail who lived at the foot of the column and was to all intents and purposes its guardian, huffed but then smiled and showed Lapo a small door at the foot of the column, hidden by ivy."Dearest Lapo," she said adjusting her spectacles "you seem like a brave boy, a true friend and also a good investigator, but only from the top of the column will you be able to know the truth."Having said this, the snail rubbed her tentacles and they began to shine with a magical light that enveloped Lapo making him become the height of the door which opened with a great creak; so sharp as to make all the birds that were hanging about in the night fly away.Lapo, now very small, thanked the snail and without fear entered inside the column. In the darkness, he was impressed by a narrow and high well that went up instead of down. On the gleaming walls there was a spiral of tiny steps that he began to climb with determination with the lit lantern held tight in his hand. He reached the top.In the night the starry sky illuminated the Statue of Justice that towered over Florence. It had a scale with two balanced plates in one hand and a golden sword in the other.As we said previously, by enchantment, from there one could see the whole city — one just had to look in the right direction and think of the part of Florence you wanted to see: an incredible magic for a breathtaking view.Now was the moment to concentrate on the Ponte Vecchio and try to solve the mystery of the thefts, but whilst moving around the statue, to go to the side that looked towards the river, he made an incredible discovery. He couldn't believe his own eyes — so much so that he took out the magnifying glass to be sure. Both plates of the scale were full of gold filings and precious trinkets."Good heavens! And how did this stuff get up here?" Exclaimed Lapo with wide eyes. "This is undoubtedly the loot from the thefts at the jewellery shops!"At first, confused and amazed he didn't know what to think, but then, observing the filings more carefully he realised they were all woven together with bracelets and necklaces: these were two nests and an idea immediately flashed into his mind."The thieving magpies!" Exclaimed Lapo. Those crafty birds love everything that glitters, it must certainly have been them who robbed the shops and brought the stolen goods up here.And in the middle of this thought, suddenly they appeared in flight. They landed on the column agitated and furious "KRAA KRAA KRAA! Oh, little boy but what are you doing at our home? Don't you even dare touch these glittering marvels; they are our nest, we found them and they are ours."Lapo didn't let himself be frightened and calmly replied: "But what are you saying? You like glittering things that shine and you take them, but that certainly doesn't mean they are yours."The magpies were all chattering together they seemed to have gone mad and knew no reason. "But what is this one saying?" Said one. "Right, someone comes to our home and expects to give orders?" Added another. "Yes, nice joke. They're not ours? But are you a comedian? Change job, look, because you don't make us laugh." Said another.And all of them laughing.At which Lapo didn't let himself be intimidated. He rummaged in his pocket and found what he was looking for. He proposed an exchange. "What if we made a deal. To tell the truth I lose out quite a bit, but I like you so much that I would gladly give you these beautiful shiny marbles in exchange for the gold and trinkets."Seeing those small brilliant and colourful treasures, which they had never seen before, the magpies calmed down. They looked at each other with a crafty look and without hesitation... "Deal!"They took the marbles from his hand in a flash and flew away shouting: "Hooray, we're rich! From now on we'll collect these little balls."Sighing with relief and satisfaction, Lapo recovered the stolen goods and rushed down from the column. The snail was waiting for him applauding. With another spell she made him come out of the little door and appear right on the Ponte Vecchio where several Florentines were taking the evening air and chatting — including the goldsmiths."Papa, papa I've discovered the mystery and found the culprit, it was the thieving magpies! My friends didn't do anything wrong." "Calm down son, I'm listening". Replied Bernardo.Lapo with all the breath he had in his throat didn't waste a moment and told everything he had discovered and seen: the investigator's hat, the magnifying glass, the magical snail who knew the secrets of the column, the little door, the statue at the top, the view of Florence, the thieving magpies and the trick with the coloured marbles. Finally the mystery of the strange thefts was clarified, all the recovered stolen goods were returned to the goldsmiths of the Ponte Vecchio thanks to the enterprising and brave Lapo.At that point everyone who was on the Ponte Vecchio applauded shouting: "hooray, hooray, hooray, for the little investigator."Whilst the ancient bridge, perhaps enchanted, gleamed with golden lights.Giulio the baker whilst putting focaccia in the oven, sang merrily and with a ringing voice announced: "today focaccia for everyone free of charge, we must celebrate!"The thieving magpies returned to flying; they continued to find small objects and even pieces of glittering dreams; and chattering they said: "It may well be that we've lost a nest, but we've certainly found a story to tell."And perhaps, who knows, there will be a new story!— Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli [Inspired by a Florentine legend] Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... 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1975 hat die Band Ton Steine Scherben mit "Wenn die Nacht am tiefsten ..." ihr drittes Studioalbum veröffentlicht. Am Mikrofon der Band war damals der spätere "König von Deutschland" Rio Reiser. Für die Podcastfolge zu "Wenn die Nacht am tiefsten ..." von Ton Steine Scherben hatten wir eine besondere Gästin im Hinterkopf, auf die man vielleicht nicht sofort kommt: Politikerin Claudia Roth. Sie ist nicht nur ehemalige Vizepräsidentin und langjähriges Mitglied des Bundestages, sondern, vor seinem Tod, auch enge Freundin von Rio Reiser und der Band Ton Steine Scherben. Zeitweise hat sie sogar mit den Musikern zusammen gewohnt. Claudia Roth hat also einen ganz intimen und speziellen Blick auf die Geschichte von Ton Steine Scherben. Sie war auch schon früher Gast bei den Meilensteinen, bei der Folge zum internationalen Frauentag zum Beispiel, zusammen mit den Sängerinnen Stefanie Heinzmann und Lucie van Org. Im Podcast erklärt Claudia Roth, dass die Zeit damals, Anfang der 70er-Jahre, eine "extrem politische Zeit" in Deutschland gewesen ist. Der RAF-Terrorismus war mehr als spürbar und auch die 68er-Generation und die Studentenbewegungen haben viele Menschen bewegt und auch beeinflusst. SWR1 Musikredakteur Stephan Fahrig erzählt im Podcast von vielen Momenten (auch bei Konzerten) durch die Ton Steine Scherben zu Helden der Linken Szene geworden sind, was für die Band auch "immer mehr zur Belastung" geworden ist. Ton Steine Scherben, die eigentlich aus Berlin ziehen aufs Land nach Fresenhagen, erzählt Claudia Roth. Aber "es ist ein Rückzug nach vorne", so beschreibt sie es weiter. Die Band wollte nicht die Augen verschließen vor dem, was passiert, sondern Kraft schöpfen für die Zukunft. In einer sehr politischen, rauen Zeit in Deutschland Mitte der 70er ist "Wenn die Nacht am tiefsten ..." eine Art Lichtblick. Es soll motivieren mit Songs wie "Steig ein". Das ist vermutlich das, was Claudia Roth mit "Rückzug nach vorne" gemeint hat. Moderator Frank König beschreibt das Album als eine Art Silberstreif am Horizont. Das ganze Album "Wenn die Nacht am tiefsten ..." steht im Zeichen des Aufbruchs und im Zeichen der Hoffnung. Das hören wir an ganz vielen Texten des Albums, an denen Rio Reiser lange gearbeitet hat, wie Claudia Roth aus erster Hand berichten kann. Und für sie haben die Songs eine "so große Kraft, dass sie auch 50 Jahre später noch stimmen." __________ Über diese Songs vom Album "Wenn die Nacht am tiefsten ..." wird im Podcast gesprochen (25:33) – "Wenn die Nacht am tiefsten ..."(43:00) – "Samstag Nachmittag"(49:13) – "Halt dich an deiner Liebe fest"(58:17) – "Wir sind im Licht"(01:04:39) – "Steig ein" __________ Alle Shownotes und weiterführenden Links zur Folge: https://1.ard.de/ton-steine-scherben-wenn-die-nacht-am-tiefsten __________ Ihr wollt mehr Podcasts wie diesen? Abonniert "Meilensteine – Alben, die Geschichte machten"! Fragen, Kritik, Anregungen? Meldet euch gerne per WhatsApp-Sprachnachricht an die (06131) 92 93 94 95 oder schreibt uns an meilensteine@swr.de

9.17.25 Hour 3, Frank Schwab from Yahoo Sports joins the Kevin Sheehan Show to go around the NFL after the week 2 game final results and what teams are trending up and down. Eric Flack from WUSA9 joins the Kevin Sheehan Show to break down what went wrong with the finalization of the RFK Stadium deal. Kevin Sheehan reacts to Dan Quinn's press conference where he gives a Jayden Daniels injury update and more.

In this episode, Melissa shares her personal journey through grief after the loss of her grandmother. She discusses the emotional challenges she faced, the impact of her grandmother's passing on her life, and the importance of support during difficult times. Melissa also reflects on the lessons learned from her experiences with grief, including the significance of self-care and the necessity of allowing oneself to feel emotions. Throughout the conversation, she emphasizes the value of community and the coping strategies that have helped her navigate this challenging period. Melissa also shares plans for the podcast and discusses grief, mental health, coping strategies and more...THANK YOU FOR LISTENING!! Please follow YBT podcast, click automatic downloads and give a 5-star rating (it really helps!)Please follow @yourbishtherapist on Instagram, Patreon, YouTube, FB, TT, and Blue SkyFor full video (ad free, bonus content & early releases) visit YBT Patreon, Spreaker Supporters Club or YouTubePatreon: https://patreon.com/YourBishTherapist?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLinkSpreaker Supporters club:  https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/your-bish-therapist--6065109/supportYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCu8bmVPTlWANg5v7rGRJjow?subconfirmation=1 Brand Ambassador: www.Iamhumanthebrand.com for clothing with a purpose. Code BISH20 for 20% off purchase To find links to all YBT content: https://linktr.ee/yourbishtherapistPodcast website page:  https://www.spreaker.com/show/your-bish-therapistDisclaimer: Posts are not intended to diagnose, treat or provide medical advice. Your Bish Therapist (YBT) is for entertainment and informational purposes only. The podcast, my opinions, and posts, are my own and are not associated with past or present employers, any organizations, Bravo TV, Grey Heart productions or any other television network. The information in YBT podcast and on its social media is provided for general informational purposes only and is not intended to diagnose or treat. Please do not act or refrain from acting based on anything you read, see, or hear on YBT, podcast or associated social media. Communicating with YBT via email, and/or social media does not form a therapeutic alliance. Melissa, operator of YBT, is unable to provide any therapeutic advice, treatment or feedback.  

Wall Street pulled back slightly, with the S&P 500 easing from record highs as traders look ahead to the Federal Reserve’s rate decision. Fresh data showed U.S. retail sales rose strongly in August, underscoring resilience in consumer spending. In company news, Microsoft unveiled a $30 billion investment in UK AI infrastructure, while Google’s Gemini app climbed to the top of Apple’s store rankings. In commodities, oil gained more than 1% following drone attacks in Ukraine, and gold surged to fresh record highs. Back home, Aussie shares are expected to open lower on Wednesday as investors await the Fed’s move. The content in this podcast is prepared, approved and distributed in Australia by Commonwealth Securities Limited ABN 60 067 254 399 AFSL 238814. The information does not take into account your objectives, financial situation or needs. Consider the appropriateness of the information before acting and if necessary, seek appropriate professional advice.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Wurzeln geben Halt, sie sind unser unsichtbares Fundament im Leben. Sie entstehen durch Herkunft, Traditionen, Werte oder Gemeinschaften, manchmal auch durch innere Überzeugungen, die uns tragen. Wer verwurzelt ist, spürt Sicherheit und Zugehörigkeit. Doch es gibt auch die Erfahrung der Entwurzelung, wenn Bindungen zerreißen, Heimat verloren geht oder Lebenswege uns ins Ungewisse führen. In dieser Pudelkern-Folge sprechen Albert und Jan über die vielschichtige Bedeutung von Wurzeln. Von Familie und Herkunft bis hin zu Sinn, Berufung und innerer Haltung. Sie diskutieren, wie wir Wurzeln bewusst pflegen und vertiefen können, ohne uns von ihnen festhalten zu lassen, und ob Entwurzelung nicht auch eine Chance sein kann, Neues zu wagen und über uns hinauszuwachsen.

Feeling the heat with your partner? This episode offers a relationship reset for moments of tension—money fights, chore wars, jealousy, time pressure, and parenting stress. You'll learn why conflicts escalate and what helps you shift back to connection quickly, with clear language and practical scripts for real-life scenarios. Calm the storm, reduce misunderstandings, and repair without sweeping issues under the rug. Listen now to argue less, feel closer, and get back on the same team.

Nine Senate Democrats are calling on Immigration and Customs Enforcement to halt its use of a mobile facial recognition application. In a letter to ICE Acting Director Todd Lyons, the lawmakers ask for more details on ICE's Mobile Fortify app. The technology reportedly allows ICE to identify individuals they encounter on the streets using multiple federal databases. The Senate lawmakers say ICE should answer questions about whether it's using the app to surveil protestors and whether the agency is integrating commercial data into the technology. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Feeling tired, hangry, or just out of sorts? This week on the Nacho Kids Podcast, hosts Lori and David dive into how emotions like hunger, anger, loneliness, and exhaustion can derail crucial conversations in blended families - and what to do about it. In this candid and witty episode, Lori and David unpack the HALT method (Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired), sharing personal stories and practical tips for recognizing when you're not in the right headspace for tough talks with your partner or stepkids. You'll learn why it's so important to hit pause on those "serious" discussions when emotions are running high, how quick wit and sarcasm can be double-edged swords, and why self-awareness and communication are crucial for stepfamily harmony. Plus, Lori gets real about her bandwidth, menopause mood swings, and the importance of being kind - even when family members aren't! Listeners will walk away with: A deeper understanding of how emotions affect stepfamily dynamics Concrete tips for using the HALT method before crucial conversations Relatable humor, self-reflection, and the importance of knowing your limits Don't forget to visit nachokids.com for more resources, and follow Nacho Kids on Facebook and Instagram.  

A Whanganui iwi leader is calling for an immediate halt to the Whanganui Local Body Election and Māori Ward Referendum. 

Overcoming Product Protections for HALT Abstract Kirk and Fred discuss turning off the built-in over-temperature production circuits to perform thermal HALT. Key Points Join Kirk and Fred as they discuss the methods for testing the empirical thermal limits of a power supply or circuit board. Topics include: If possible, the thermal over-temperature protection (OTP) devices […] The post SOR 1104 Overcoming Product Protections for HALT appeared first on Accendo Reliability.

Auf euch wartet ein bunter Strauß an VfB-Themen. Natürlich blicken wir auf das Testspiel in und gegen Großaspach zurück und schauen auf den kommenden Gegner aus Freiburg. Aber zusätzlich machen wir auch Halt bei den VfB-Frauen, im NLZ und bei den Leichtathlet*innen. Ein kleines Transfer-Update, einen Rückblick auf die Länderspielpause, den Kader für die Europa League und unsere Top 5 der unangenehmsten Gegner haben wir natürlich auch am Start. ···················································································· Schon abonniert? VfB-Newsletter: http://www.vfb.de/newsletter YouTube: http://go.vfb.de/youtubeabo Facebook: https://www.vfb.de/facebook Twitter: https://www.vfb.de/twitter Instagram: https://www.vfb.de/instagram TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@vfb VfB STR auf X: https://twitter.com/VfBSTR VfB STR auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/vfbxstr Photo by Pressefoto Baumann

1 Kings 18:21 The title of this morning's sermon is a very searching one; one that demands an honest and forthright answer.  It calls aloud to the lukewarm fence-sitter to get off the fence; it beckons the double-minded to depart from his unstable ways and to make a solid stand for Christ.  It pleads with those living in the murky shadows of the twilight dawn to step out into the morning light.  It forces one's hand if you like to make a decision — for me, or against me?  In or out? — HOW LONG HALT YE!!  If ever such a cry needed to be heard in the hour in which we live, it would be this cry.  If ever men were to be awakened out of their slumber so as to be brought to their senses, I can think of no better question that should be put to them than that which Elijah confronted the nation with in his day — HOW LONG HALT YE? 

HALT Late in the Program Abstract Kirk and Fred discuss using HALT for a product that has been in the field and has many documented reliability issues from the initial warranty returns Key Points Join Kirk and Fred as they discuss the worth of performing HALT on a system after market release Topics include: Determining when to […] The post SOR 1103 HALT Late in the Program appeared first on Accendo Reliability.

Let's bust the myth that sophistication and wine are synonymous. For years, Natalie Halt was a sommelier with a deep passion and professional stake in wine. But behind the polished image came blackouts, burnout, and a deep longing for something more. Her shift to spiritual alcohol-free leader and 5X Certified Coach is proof that the answer to fulfillment isn't moderation: it's unlocking a deeper purpose, celebrating small rituals, and finding meaning beyond the glass. Natalie is a renaissance woman who has done so much in her life, and in this episode, she shares her extraordinary story as well as her enormous identity shift which inspired the launch of her program Sacred Rebellion, for women who want more than alcohol can offer. She'll also reveal how she navigates ADHD and motherhood, and why she decided to become a leader in this space. This is something I preach often: by the time you're 8 weeks alcohol-free, why not turn into the teacher and become the leader you were always meant to be? Apply now for the Empowered AF 5X Coach Certification Program and learn how to turn your journey into a movement that changes lives.   IN THIS EPISODE: Natalie's wild ride from professional sommelier (where swirling, sniffing, and sipping was an identity), to alcohol-free revolutionary pioneering Switzerland's sober movement The myths and realities of “sophisticated” drinking and the eye-opening truth about moderation How Natalie's journey through ADHD, motherhood, athletic setbacks, and career pivots led her to embrace spirituality, ritual, and sacred rebellion The surprising power in becoming the teacher (not just the student), which can better fuel personal growth and spark change in others Inside the “witchy, alcohol-free” space Natalie's carving out with Sacred Rebellion: think full moon rituals, sacred movement, hypnosis, and storytelling as medicine   LINKS/RESOURCES MENTIONED Visit nataliehalt.com, follow her on Instagram, and join the Sacred Rebellion: The Method, a 12-week program that starts September 15. If you know you're meant to help other people change their relationship with alcohol and achieve deep healing (along with their bigger dreams), apply for the Empowered AF 5X Coach Certification Program – and get 5x certified as a world class alcohol-free coach, mindset coach, success coach, NLP practitioner, and hypnosis practitioner. Awarded the most empowering book in the sober curious genre, be sure to get your copy of Euphoric: Ditch Alcohol and Gain a Happier, More Confident You today and leave your review.  Follow @euphoric.af on Instagram. And as always, rate, review, and subscribe so we can continue spreading our message far and wide.

Looking for the key to unlocking your energy and potential in perimenopause and beyond?  In this episode, I'm joined by nutritionist and health expert Cathy Eason of Berkeley Life to talk about one of the most overlooked molecules for women's health: nitric oxide. We dive into how nitric oxide supports cellular and mitochondrial energy, helping women feel more like themselves again in midlife. Cathy connects the dots between nitric oxide and women's hormonal health, metabolic resilience, and even sexual vitality.  So many common midlife struggles may actually stem from low nitric oxide levels, so Cathy's here to educate you on what exactly you can do about it to feel better… and fast.  Soon you'll see how this surprising molecule can help unlock more energy, vibrancy, and confidence as you navigate perimenopause and menopause.  Tune in here!  Cathy Eason Cathy Eason is a Board-Certified Holistic Nutritionist and the Chief Scientific Officer for Berkeley Life, with over 20 years of experience specializing in digestive health, autoimmune conditions, neuroendocrine dysfunction, and metabolic imbalances. Cathy's passionate about helping women thrive using natural, science-backed strategies — including the clinical power of nutraceuticals like nitric oxide support. IN THIS EPISODE The important benefits of nitric oxide for women in midlife  How estrogen decline in perimenopause impacts nitric oxide  Recognizing signals of oxidative stress in your body Important lab markers to check with your physician in midlife  Tracking metrics and testing your nitric oxide levels from home  Supplementing nitric oxide for optimal energy  Key nitric oxide-rich foods and nutrients to add to your diet Encouraging the natural production of nitric oxide in your body  Recommendations for reclaiming your vitality in midlife  QUOTES“We now know [this molecule] plays a role in women's health, especially in terms of gut function, in terms of sleep, in terms of immune function, hormone balancing, mental and emotional function, heart health, cardiovascular, and sexual function, too.”  “I'm a nutritionist, so I'm always looking for people to get dietary nitrates in food form, but knowing the levels of oxidative stress that we all experience, I know the need to supplement is also very foundational and very supportive of cardiometabolic health and my energy.” RESOURCES MENTIONED Nitric Oxide Foundation Discount Code: THRIVE15 for 15% off your order!

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