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The Haunted Heart to Heart by Jhaydelin and Kayeil by 826 Valencia

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Jeff wraps up the Nuggets game one victory over the Los Angeles Clippers. How the Nuggets amping up their "effort" midway through the second quarter surprised the Clippers who were most definitely wanting to get game one. Also Jeff has a heart to heart with Nuggets fans about MPJ. How we need to change how we talk about him, and how Nuggets fans need to understand that there's only one 'floor spacer' on the Nuggets, and that's Mike. Enjoy the show!

April 16 sermon

Lauren shares her heart with Nick about how to live set apart!

I had plenty of moving boxes, just in case of whatever. I didn't feel like I was home–perhaps this was the cause of the depressive mess. I was working out okay, and eating…okay… kind of. –besides being unable to actually tell if I was hungry or not unless the circumstances were extreme. Lentils and pasta with garlic salt–cause I don't give any kind of fuck right now. I knew something might be wrong when I was just eating raw cabbage with squirts of japanese barbeque sauce. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly, but thinking– “God, this just seems…this just feels wrong.” It's just cabbage. I'm like, “Fuck it, this is good.” It was as if somewhere in my mind if I cleaned up the mess to my standards, it would be too perfect–and that when things were perfect, it gave life an excuse to come crashing down. One of the last thoughts I had just before my son died–the night before–was that things were perfect. They weren't–obviously–but from where I had been, they were looking up. So far up, that they seemed perfect. And as for perfect was concerned…I had never seen a more perfect human being in my life. My son was gorgeous. Of course, most mothers feel that way about their offspring, even when to say the least, it isn't entirely true–but to a mother, this is always true. But this boy, everyone thought was absolutely perfect. A beautiful boy. He might have even been about 6 feet tall. Might have been. But if things were perfect, and they weren't–but I had at least let myself think so–the universe might have worked itself around this tragedy. Instead in my mind, things were perfect, and so life came crashing down. I thought things were perfect, the next day, my son drowned. By the grace of God, I still had one son left. He was also perfect. Now, apparently, [redacted] Well, what do you expect? Maybe I was a little crazy. I very rarely thought about my son, because if I spent time doing that, I might have been a wreck. –more of a wreck. Actually, I was increasingly put together–outstanding considering the previous circumstances. But everyone has a story. None of this makes me special– Especially in New York City, where almost everyone thinks they're special, and almost nobody is. Almost Nobody. And that might as well have been my name. I wasn't nobody– I was Almost Nobody. An honest nobility. But– And I might have looked through Will Ferrell on any other day, because like most big time movie stars, he was invisible to me. Once you're ‘this many' famous, it's almost like a reversal effect on my psyche. I don't hate you. I don't like you. You're just–too famous. I.e.--invisible. –Besides this, however, was the fact that I was peeling my eyelids back with toothpicks from having them shut before what I considered as a full “work day” was over. And on this day, in the documentary that I considered as “work…” Actually, very hard work– Very hard work– He happened to have been wearing a shirt that reminded me of the shirt my son was wearing in one of the last ever photos I took of him. —actually, both of them were wearing that shirt. We were all dressed alike. Family pictures. Matching outfits. You know–the kind of shit you do when you're happily married– Or unhappily, but still married with children and making the best of it because you're married with children That sort of shit. And that day was probably the very best day because I took the very best pictures of the very best boys– But of course, I didn't remember anything about that day besides taking those pictures. So there, in my mind, it stood. Now, what does this have to do with Will Ferrell's shirt? Almost nothing, besides making a point of sense memory. Anyway, isn't it obvious? {Enter The Multiverse} When something invisible becomes suddenly visible, you have no choice but to look at it as some sort of miracle. An act of God. What kind of miracle was this? I didn't know. The Complex Collective © Sure, let's just chalk up all this uncontrollable crying and depressive nonsense to that. Under the circumstances–to chalk it up to anything else? [The Festival Project ™ ] [A MAN exits THE STUDIO in the shadow of night.] V.O. That could be devastating. L E G E N D S – The Return of S U P A[Redacted]™ [A MAN is tied to a chair in a dark and murky chamber; a spotlight shines onto him from above; the cheesecloth Lol cheesecloth how fitting. Classic. –is removed from his mouth. Naturally, he immediately begins speaking.] Why–am I sitting here– In–a fuckin'--suit?! That's your work uniform! What the fuck! You don't like it? What the– Haha. [his arms are taped tightly to the armrest] What–NO–i don't like it. Well then, you don't know who you are. [The man pauses, as a blank look falls over his face–suddenly this seems true, as if his mind been completely erased. As if–he's just realized–he bears absolutely no identity.] Holy shit. Jeezus. That is terrifying. INT. STAIRWELL. NIGHT [The sound of the thunderous stormy rain batters the house almost hauntingly–the television sets all bear a static loss of signal–young STEPHEN runs in a panic up the stairs to the GALLEY, where his UNCLE JACK is often found] UNCLE JACK! UNCLE JACK! I buy things with pennies not worth picking up– I live in a dumpster made of don't-wants. Over a period of time it slowly began to occur to me that I had no idea what I had written–that is, what had been published, or who had read it. It was certain: someone had. However… to what limit was this exposure. And–was it dangerous? Fuck. I knew nothing entirely of the redactions, except that I'd redacted it. But what about the text surrounding the redactions. What the fuck exactly did I write about? I forgot how high I was–or where i'd been. Not literally high, of course, but….figuratively speaking. Fuck. Hurry, hurry along, It's been a long time I can't help you along, Die alone, ride along It's been a long time… See, I told you the Upper West Side was the best side. maybe it's just the least not-great side. ehh , tomato-potato. For the crust, try flax seed meal cinnamon agave Oil What time is it on the West Coast? The ghost of Conan arrived Under a blanket of blue light, and sighed “I've been wasting my time here” I had to disagree, kind of. What time is it here? I'm locked in for one more day; I'm locked in for one more hour I'm wasting valuable dark time with my life shit But I'm so tired my eyes are burning And I'm so sore My arms are stuck. I should run for the coffee; Or turn for the cornbread They're all getting sick of us They're all getting sicker I decided to pack my life up And hault all of it over I woke up sore But I wrote a song On a four leaf clover It was four in the morning The ghost of Conan Won me over It was four in the morning I'm locked in for one more hour It was four in the morning An hour ahead A four leaf clover It was four in the morning I needed a water It's one more hour A four leaf clover The ghost of Conan I start recording To cut the corner Conan O'Brien It's one in the morning— You're one hundred years old; You ought to be sleeping. … It's midnight. I live in Hollywood. And i'm a vampire. Ah. Sweet dreams. // Happy Trails. L E G E N D S Shapeshifting is simple— not the process or practice of changing one's form, but simply shifting one's consciousness into another vessel either partially, or entirely. But— Just because it's simple, doesn't mean it's also easy. {Enter The Multiverse} Often times in matters of consciousness, anything is dangerous. I did have strange dreams—so, as to say instructed by ‘the ghost of Conan O'Brien', I was decent at following directions, being as his tone might have been dauntingly sarcastic, or sardonic—but I kept forgetting to look up what the latter meant, and so it was with heavy sarcasm after I awoke to transcribe whatever frequency waves I was being blugeoned with under the pure blue light of my otherwise darkened studio—as blue light always seem merciless to whatever was lurking in the corners of my deep subconscious, I wasn't altogether too suprised that this time it was Conan “Snowball” O'Brien, because I had been so recently impressed with his Oscar's performance—and before that, English tends with the type of comedy that had given him the nickname I had chosen for him—or codename, because, by now, the hosts had come one by one with a point to make and a line to put across, and though it had been at some kind of increased trajectory since He who might should probably not be named for fear the sudden and highly publicized combustion of the then currently raining Tonight show host— it was as if it had been raining everymans in blue suits and shined loafers for the inside of a year, however, it had indeed kind of presently enough started with my co-worker “Kimmel”, who was fascinated with the kind of Television that breeds a familiarity with these kinds of people— and Jay Leno was also sort of like some sort of fairy that just kind of occurred randomly at times, living back in LA. I was sure it had been Jay Leno in LA traffic in some kind of a classic car— only later to find that he indeed was a collector and enthusiast of cars and motorcycles, and I tried not to hold the later against him. My dreams had been odd at best and filled with people I very rarely thought about— the man in Los Angeles I once lived with who I was sure was a [redacted[, and also just happened to look the way Will Ferrell would age to eventually look. This, I found fascinating. Will Ferrell didn't look like that at the time, But he did now— and even his style of comedy was growing on me, because I didn't find myself capable of it. What kind of comedy was I capable of? Right now, the invisible kind. After a heavy breakfast, I had finally realized why ‘Tears of A Clown' was incomplete— Apparently I had to include all of my performances—- This would make the album hard to listen to, at least for me. But the concept was the concept. I had already hidden other comics amongst the tracks and probably without too much trouble— from recordings I had taken myself and were impossible to find elsewhere. This side project was beginning to be a whole album project, and [rarity] was still just not even something I moderately even wanted to consider doing, however— ‘story.' had somehow come to the top of the page where my masters were kept, and it reminded me that perhaps I was in the same kind of pressure position now that I was then— and that in order for things to change— to get a new apartment or to visit with my son- I would have to medicate in order to write the kind of music i wasn't writing; the anxiety had finally collided with impatience, and lack of focus, and all the classic symptoms of ADHD's spiraling depression, but I was still glad I hadn't become dependent on the girl next door for her adderall prescription. I wasn't gonna be her little bitch. Especially not in that way. It seemed a pattern amongst these people to create a need and dependency in order to gain power and control— and thusly, the dynamic had lost my trust and respect, and so I was just kind of… around— out there, and not caring really what it was or what it all meant. I had woken up to immediate breakfast still early but late for me— a day off of the gym is what my muscles cried and ached for, and even the scrambled tofu rice breakfast like my dad used to make with tofu instead of scrambled eggs wasn't all the way satisfying or complete without the chocolate and banana malt shake— now I shouldn't be hungry, but it wasn't hunger that was doing me in— I almost refused coffee because I wanted to go back to sleep. I had slept early enough that it shouldn't have been an issue, but I was exhausted. Come on, you defunct dinosaur motherfucker! 97! A baby! The reptilian hides his true identity in order to conform. [The Festival Peoject ™ Presents] Will Ferrell In “The Guru” Wait, I Gotta go write this other thing. Wow, Tina Fey looks great. Worth the new email address? It was already said and done. I could eat this fucking documentary for lunch. –yesss. Stephen Colbert had the middle name of an equally middle aged black man. But this was besides the point. I was already 30-and-a-half-seconds exactly into scooping up a new email addressed when I realized– Oh no. Emergency brakes initiated. If this is a documentary about Saturday Night Live– And its on Peacock– (And it's on Peacock) –then there's a pretty good chance– –and Tina Fey's in it. -she looks incredible. Jesus! –then. Fuck. Dammit. There's a slight chance [redacted] might just–not–be in it. Might not be. Hm Well, let's see. Worth the risk? Worth a shot. To the face (or of Tequila) I hate Tequila. It's not for you. It's not– Give me that. Goddammit. Fu–darnint. Goddamit I had avoided Jimmy Fallon's face for like a year straight at least– Call it two if you count the moment exactly from the Thanksgiving Macy's Day Parade, that one year. THE COSMIC AVENGER SUPRISE. NO. GODDAMMIT. Does it matter that the word “surprise” here is spelled wrong? No. It's almost like–it should be. THE COSMIC AVENGER FANGIRLS! That's worse than fiddlesticks! Worth mentioning that. Really. All from an ad? Two ads, i caught a snippet of the Booking.com commercial Apparently, you did this. STEPHEN COLBERT YOu did THIS. Shut up, not now Tyrone. So he's just He's Tyrone now. Obviously. Look. No Look at –0 Noh. [A group of surfers sit huddled beyond the break.] Oh. No swell. So…so flat. Nah…There's a wave coming. Just wait for it. This is pathetic, man. No, there's something. I can feel it. It's like a fishbowl man. Nada. Just–wait, sharkbait! Forget it, I'm going home. [two surfers paddle away reluctantly] MEANWHILE A storm spotted just off the coast of Los angeles california may bring the entire western coast Tsunami-like waves. [read: Tsunami] [the bottom of the screen is issuing an emergency evacuation silently over b-roll of the red carpet] But first WHAT THIS UP AND COMING STARLET WORE TO THE MET GALA Lol Classic {As Seen On TV} [Enter The Multiverse} I had developed quite the fascination with Saturday Night Live; Not because of Jimmy Fallon, of course, who arguably ruined the show by creating the trend of breaking character On camera With his world-class smile, and entourage plethora of adoring female fans. Stay away from him Not a problem. He's venomous. Alright. Noted. Liz, I have some documents for you to sign. Documents. What documents. *squints really hard* I'll be right back. First of all, Lets just get one thing straight: I am not a fangirl of, Nor am I obsessed with[redacted} Right. Ok. And in case you need closure, here's what I am obsessed with, here. [the 34,000 multidimensional and extraterrestrial life forces which use [The Host of The Tonight Show] as a portal and/or vessel.] OH. WOW. THAT'S– Yeah. WOW. How–is that a regular blacklight? Does it look like a regular blacklight? Nothing is regular about this. Jesus effing.. God! Yeah. Wow. YEAH. You don't want me to shine a real blacklight on this guy– Trust me. OK? Gross. HOST1 I don't know what you're insinuating. [squints really super extra hard] Nothing. L E G E N D S So…worth it? Worth it…Tina Fey…worth it. Alright. I win this one. Win what? Are you playing this dumb game too? The prize winnings are sustaining my lifestyle. [Tina Fey eating corn chips sustaining her lifestyle.] Luxe. Isn't it? It was like staring into the sun. [The Festival Project ™ ] Lil bitz Man, I use my googles sparingly. I really do. If I google something that's kind of iffy– even in incognito, Or with a VPN I hurry up and erase my history. I erase everything Shit. I erase my history faster than the white power movement. I'm serious. I erase my history harder and faster than a white supremasist. “that's in your mind!” What's in my mind? Nothing happened here! THOSE DAYS ARE OVER. Why is this all in one document? idk i just kinda suddenly noticed how NBC is so left learning it's almost too forcibly progressive. Look, this is all just–too much for me! Okay? Too much for you?! Oh please! If anybody asks me anything, I'm going to admit it! Admit what?! You don't do that! You don't admit anything! Admit what?! Exactly! Jesus Christ. It's all good in practice, but when it comes down to it, i'll break. Don't let them break you! I'll break. Listen to me. I'm being violated. Listen to me. This is offensive! Shut the fuck up. I can't believe you said that! What did I say?! [doe eyes] You know what. Fine. Fuck it. [super wide eyed blank stare] You're right. If anyone comes for you, just–run, goddammit. What. Run at em, for christs sakes. You gargantuan motherfucker. I'm–not that tall. I meant your ego. 0.0 This is a calamity. I'm astonished you think that. Listen, Larry. Larry. Right. When we're finished playing Atari, I gotta have a real heart-to-heart with you. Heart to heart what? [Ron produces a bleeding, beating human heart, seemingly out of nowhere; ‘LARRY' jumps back and stutters in shock and confusion] –WOAH. [RON emotionlessly presses a combination into the controller.] Oh look. I win. I–WHAT?! You dropped your controller. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT? Special combination: it's not a cheat code. People say it's a cheat code. THAT'S A HUMAN HEART. YOU'RE A MURDERER. I'm not a murderer; it's still beating, look: That's–[crazy]--That's–put that back. That's what I need your help for. My help what?! With that?! Don't be a sore loser. [IMMORTAL COMBAT] What?! “Heart To Heart” Tall tales, and heads, then tails again Trails and tears and trails of blood lead on thy stool Thy path as wilted flower waits And blue eyed gaze barely, Hold tongues and does shatter glass hearts and bare minds, And bare breasts And peach flesh, And Bare bones And blank stares and Fair is fair the frier the fire The goal the goal And the eye is the eye And the eye is golden I like fair shadows {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

I had plenty of moving boxes, just in case of whatever. I didn't feel like I was home–perhaps this was the cause of the depressive mess. I was working out okay, and eating…okay… kind of. –besides being unable to actually tell if I was hungry or not unless the circumstances were extreme. Lentils and pasta with garlic salt–cause I don't give any kind of fuck right now. I knew something might be wrong when I was just eating raw cabbage with squirts of japanese barbeque sauce. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly, but thinking– “God, this just seems…this just feels wrong.” It's just cabbage. I'm like, “Fuck it, this is good.” It was as if somewhere in my mind if I cleaned up the mess to my standards, it would be too perfect–and that when things were perfect, it gave life an excuse to come crashing down. One of the last thoughts I had just before my son died–the night before–was that things were perfect. They weren't–obviously–but from where I had been, they were looking up. So far up, that they seemed perfect. And as for perfect was concerned…I had never seen a more perfect human being in my life. My son was gorgeous. Of course, most mothers feel that way about their offspring, even when to say the least, it isn't entirely true–but to a mother, this is always true. But this boy, everyone thought was absolutely perfect. A beautiful boy. He might have even been about 6 feet tall. Might have been. But if things were perfect, and they weren't–but I had at least let myself think so–the universe might have worked itself around this tragedy. Instead in my mind, things were perfect, and so life came crashing down. I thought things were perfect, the next day, my son drowned. By the grace of God, I still had one son left. He was also perfect. Now, apparently, [redacted] Well, what do you expect? Maybe I was a little crazy. I very rarely thought about my son, because if I spent time doing that, I might have been a wreck. –more of a wreck. Actually, I was increasingly put together–outstanding considering the previous circumstances. But everyone has a story. None of this makes me special– Especially in New York City, where almost everyone thinks they're special, and almost nobody is. Almost Nobody. And that might as well have been my name. I wasn't nobody– I was Almost Nobody. An honest nobility. But– And I might have looked through Will Ferrell on any other day, because like most big time movie stars, he was invisible to me. Once you're ‘this many' famous, it's almost like a reversal effect on my psyche. I don't hate you. I don't like you. You're just–too famous. I.e.--invisible. –Besides this, however, was the fact that I was peeling my eyelids back with toothpicks from having them shut before what I considered as a full “work day” was over. And on this day, in the documentary that I considered as “work…” Actually, very hard work– Very hard work– He happened to have been wearing a shirt that reminded me of the shirt my son was wearing in one of the last ever photos I took of him. —actually, both of them were wearing that shirt. We were all dressed alike. Family pictures. Matching outfits. You know–the kind of shit you do when you're happily married– Or unhappily, but still married with children and making the best of it because you're married with children That sort of shit. And that day was probably the very best day because I took the very best pictures of the very best boys– But of course, I didn't remember anything about that day besides taking those pictures. So there, in my mind, it stood. Now, what does this have to do with Will Ferrell's shirt? Almost nothing, besides making a point of sense memory. Anyway, isn't it obvious? {Enter The Multiverse} When something invisible becomes suddenly visible, you have no choice but to look at it as some sort of miracle. An act of God. What kind of miracle was this? I didn't know. The Complex Collective © Sure, let's just chalk up all this uncontrollable crying and depressive nonsense to that. Under the circumstances–to chalk it up to anything else? [The Festival Project ™ ] [A MAN exits THE STUDIO in the shadow of night.] V.O. That could be devastating. L E G E N D S – The Return of S U P A[Redacted]™ [A MAN is tied to a chair in a dark and murky chamber; a spotlight shines onto him from above; the cheesecloth Lol cheesecloth how fitting. Classic. –is removed from his mouth. Naturally, he immediately begins speaking.] Why–am I sitting here– In–a fuckin'--suit?! That's your work uniform! What the fuck! You don't like it? What the– Haha. [his arms are taped tightly to the armrest] What–NO–i don't like it. Well then, you don't know who you are. [The man pauses, as a blank look falls over his face–suddenly this seems true, as if his mind been completely erased. As if–he's just realized–he bears absolutely no identity.] Holy shit. Jeezus. That is terrifying. INT. STAIRWELL. NIGHT [The sound of the thunderous stormy rain batters the house almost hauntingly–the television sets all bear a static loss of signal–young STEPHEN runs in a panic up the stairs to the GALLEY, where his UNCLE JACK is often found] UNCLE JACK! UNCLE JACK! I buy things with pennies not worth picking up– I live in a dumpster made of don't-wants. Over a period of time it slowly began to occur to me that I had no idea what I had written–that is, what had been published, or who had read it. It was certain: someone had. However… to what limit was this exposure. And–was it dangerous? Fuck. I knew nothing entirely of the redactions, except that I'd redacted it. But what about the text surrounding the redactions. What the fuck exactly did I write about? I forgot how high I was–or where i'd been. Not literally high, of course, but….figuratively speaking. Fuck. Hurry, hurry along, It's been a long time I can't help you along, Die alone, ride along It's been a long time… See, I told you the Upper West Side was the best side. maybe it's just the least not-great side. ehh , tomato-potato. For the crust, try flax seed meal cinnamon agave Oil What time is it on the West Coast? The ghost of Conan arrived Under a blanket of blue light, and sighed “I've been wasting my time here” I had to disagree, kind of. What time is it here? I'm locked in for one more day; I'm locked in for one more hour I'm wasting valuable dark time with my life shit But I'm so tired my eyes are burning And I'm so sore My arms are stuck. I should run for the coffee; Or turn for the cornbread They're all getting sick of us They're all getting sicker I decided to pack my life up And hault all of it over I woke up sore But I wrote a song On a four leaf clover It was four in the morning The ghost of Conan Won me over It was four in the morning I'm locked in for one more hour It was four in the morning An hour ahead A four leaf clover It was four in the morning I needed a water It's one more hour A four leaf clover The ghost of Conan I start recording To cut the corner Conan O'Brien It's one in the morning— You're one hundred years old; You ought to be sleeping. … It's midnight. I live in Hollywood. And i'm a vampire. Ah. Sweet dreams. // Happy Trails. L E G E N D S Shapeshifting is simple— not the process or practice of changing one's form, but simply shifting one's consciousness into another vessel either partially, or entirely. But— Just because it's simple, doesn't mean it's also easy. {Enter The Multiverse} Often times in matters of consciousness, anything is dangerous. I did have strange dreams—so, as to say instructed by ‘the ghost of Conan O'Brien', I was decent at following directions, being as his tone might have been dauntingly sarcastic, or sardonic—but I kept forgetting to look up what the latter meant, and so it was with heavy sarcasm after I awoke to transcribe whatever frequency waves I was being blugeoned with under the pure blue light of my otherwise darkened studio—as blue light always seem merciless to whatever was lurking in the corners of my deep subconscious, I wasn't altogether too suprised that this time it was Conan “Snowball” O'Brien, because I had been so recently impressed with his Oscar's performance—and before that, English tends with the type of comedy that had given him the nickname I had chosen for him—or codename, because, by now, the hosts had come one by one with a point to make and a line to put across, and though it had been at some kind of increased trajectory since He who might should probably not be named for fear the sudden and highly publicized combustion of the then currently raining Tonight show host— it was as if it had been raining everymans in blue suits and shined loafers for the inside of a year, however, it had indeed kind of presently enough started with my co-worker “Kimmel”, who was fascinated with the kind of Television that breeds a familiarity with these kinds of people— and Jay Leno was also sort of like some sort of fairy that just kind of occurred randomly at times, living back in LA. I was sure it had been Jay Leno in LA traffic in some kind of a classic car— only later to find that he indeed was a collector and enthusiast of cars and motorcycles, and I tried not to hold the later against him. My dreams had been odd at best and filled with people I very rarely thought about— the man in Los Angeles I once lived with who I was sure was a [redacted[, and also just happened to look the way Will Ferrell would age to eventually look. This, I found fascinating. Will Ferrell didn't look like that at the time, But he did now— and even his style of comedy was growing on me, because I didn't find myself capable of it. What kind of comedy was I capable of? Right now, the invisible kind. After a heavy breakfast, I had finally realized why ‘Tears of A Clown' was incomplete— Apparently I had to include all of my performances—- This would make the album hard to listen to, at least for me. But the concept was the concept. I had already hidden other comics amongst the tracks and probably without too much trouble— from recordings I had taken myself and were impossible to find elsewhere. This side project was beginning to be a whole album project, and [rarity] was still just not even something I moderately even wanted to consider doing, however— ‘story.' had somehow come to the top of the page where my masters were kept, and it reminded me that perhaps I was in the same kind of pressure position now that I was then— and that in order for things to change— to get a new apartment or to visit with my son- I would have to medicate in order to write the kind of music i wasn't writing; the anxiety had finally collided with impatience, and lack of focus, and all the classic symptoms of ADHD's spiraling depression, but I was still glad I hadn't become dependent on the girl next door for her adderall prescription. I wasn't gonna be her little bitch. Especially not in that way. It seemed a pattern amongst these people to create a need and dependency in order to gain power and control— and thusly, the dynamic had lost my trust and respect, and so I was just kind of… around— out there, and not caring really what it was or what it all meant. I had woken up to immediate breakfast still early but late for me— a day off of the gym is what my muscles cried and ached for, and even the scrambled tofu rice breakfast like my dad used to make with tofu instead of scrambled eggs wasn't all the way satisfying or complete without the chocolate and banana malt shake— now I shouldn't be hungry, but it wasn't hunger that was doing me in— I almost refused coffee because I wanted to go back to sleep. I had slept early enough that it shouldn't have been an issue, but I was exhausted. Come on, you defunct dinosaur motherfucker! 97! A baby! The reptilian hides his true identity in order to conform. [The Festival Peoject ™ Presents] Will Ferrell In “The Guru” Wait, I Gotta go write this other thing. Wow, Tina Fey looks great. Worth the new email address? It was already said and done. I could eat this fucking documentary for lunch. –yesss. Stephen Colbert had the middle name of an equally middle aged black man. But this was besides the point. I was already 30-and-a-half-seconds exactly into scooping up a new email addressed when I realized– Oh no. Emergency brakes initiated. If this is a documentary about Saturday Night Live– And its on Peacock– (And it's on Peacock) –then there's a pretty good chance– –and Tina Fey's in it. -she looks incredible. Jesus! –then. Fuck. Dammit. There's a slight chance [redacted] might just–not–be in it. Might not be. Hm Well, let's see. Worth the risk? Worth a shot. To the face (or of Tequila) I hate Tequila. It's not for you. It's not– Give me that. Goddammit. Fu–darnint. Goddamit I had avoided Jimmy Fallon's face for like a year straight at least– Call it two if you count the moment exactly from the Thanksgiving Macy's Day Parade, that one year. THE COSMIC AVENGER SUPRISE. NO. GODDAMMIT. Does it matter that the word “surprise” here is spelled wrong? No. It's almost like–it should be. THE COSMIC AVENGER FANGIRLS! That's worse than fiddlesticks! Worth mentioning that. Really. All from an ad? Two ads, i caught a snippet of the Booking.com commercial Apparently, you did this. STEPHEN COLBERT YOu did THIS. Shut up, not now Tyrone. So he's just He's Tyrone now. Obviously. Look. No Look at –0 Noh. [A group of surfers sit huddled beyond the break.] Oh. No swell. So…so flat. Nah…There's a wave coming. Just wait for it. This is pathetic, man. No, there's something. I can feel it. It's like a fishbowl man. Nada. Just–wait, sharkbait! Forget it, I'm going home. [two surfers paddle away reluctantly] MEANWHILE A storm spotted just off the coast of Los angeles california may bring the entire western coast Tsunami-like waves. [read: Tsunami] [the bottom of the screen is issuing an emergency evacuation silently over b-roll of the red carpet] But first WHAT THIS UP AND COMING STARLET WORE TO THE MET GALA Lol Classic {As Seen On TV} [Enter The Multiverse} I had developed quite the fascination with Saturday Night Live; Not because of Jimmy Fallon, of course, who arguably ruined the show by creating the trend of breaking character On camera With his world-class smile, and entourage plethora of adoring female fans. Stay away from him Not a problem. He's venomous. Alright. Noted. Liz, I have some documents for you to sign. Documents. What documents. *squints really hard* I'll be right back. First of all, Lets just get one thing straight: I am not a fangirl of, Nor am I obsessed with[redacted} Right. Ok. And in case you need closure, here's what I am obsessed with, here. [the 34,000 multidimensional and extraterrestrial life forces which use [The Host of The Tonight Show] as a portal and/or vessel.] OH. WOW. THAT'S– Yeah. WOW. How–is that a regular blacklight? Does it look like a regular blacklight? Nothing is regular about this. Jesus effing.. God! Yeah. Wow. YEAH. You don't want me to shine a real blacklight on this guy– Trust me. OK? Gross. HOST1 I don't know what you're insinuating. [squints really super extra hard] Nothing. L E G E N D S So…worth it? Worth it…Tina Fey…worth it. Alright. I win this one. Win what? Are you playing this dumb game too? The prize winnings are sustaining my lifestyle. [Tina Fey eating corn chips sustaining her lifestyle.] Luxe. Isn't it? It was like staring into the sun. [The Festival Project ™ ] Lil bitz Man, I use my googles sparingly. I really do. If I google something that's kind of iffy– even in incognito, Or with a VPN I hurry up and erase my history. I erase everything Shit. I erase my history faster than the white power movement. I'm serious. I erase my history harder and faster than a white supremasist. “that's in your mind!” What's in my mind? Nothing happened here! THOSE DAYS ARE OVER. Why is this all in one document? idk i just kinda suddenly noticed how NBC is so left learning it's almost too forcibly progressive. Look, this is all just–too much for me! Okay? Too much for you?! Oh please! If anybody asks me anything, I'm going to admit it! Admit what?! You don't do that! You don't admit anything! Admit what?! Exactly! Jesus Christ. It's all good in practice, but when it comes down to it, i'll break. Don't let them break you! I'll break. Listen to me. I'm being violated. Listen to me. This is offensive! Shut the fuck up. I can't believe you said that! What did I say?! [doe eyes] You know what. Fine. Fuck it. [super wide eyed blank stare] You're right. If anyone comes for you, just–run, goddammit. What. Run at em, for christs sakes. You gargantuan motherfucker. I'm–not that tall. I meant your ego. 0.0 This is a calamity. I'm astonished you think that. Listen, Larry. Larry. Right. When we're finished playing Atari, I gotta have a real heart-to-heart with you. Heart to heart what? [Ron produces a bleeding, beating human heart, seemingly out of nowhere; ‘LARRY' jumps back and stutters in shock and confusion] –WOAH. [RON emotionlessly presses a combination into the controller.] Oh look. I win. I–WHAT?! You dropped your controller. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT? Special combination: it's not a cheat code. People say it's a cheat code. THAT'S A HUMAN HEART. YOU'RE A MURDERER. I'm not a murderer; it's still beating, look: That's–[crazy]--That's–put that back. That's what I need your help for. My help what?! With that?! Don't be a sore loser. [IMMORTAL COMBAT] What?! “Heart To Heart” Tall tales, and heads, then tails again Trails and tears and trails of blood lead on thy stool Thy path as wilted flower waits And blue eyed gaze barely, Hold tongues and does shatter glass hearts and bare minds, And bare breasts And peach flesh, And Bare bones And blank stares and Fair is fair the frier the fire The goal the goal And the eye is the eye And the eye is golden I like fair shadows {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

I had plenty of moving boxes, just in case of whatever. I didn't feel like I was home–perhaps this was the cause of the depressive mess. I was working out okay, and eating…okay… kind of. –besides being unable to actually tell if I was hungry or not unless the circumstances were extreme. Lentils and pasta with garlic salt–cause I don't give any kind of fuck right now. I knew something might be wrong when I was just eating raw cabbage with squirts of japanese barbeque sauce. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly, but thinking– “God, this just seems…this just feels wrong.” It's just cabbage. I'm like, “Fuck it, this is good.” It was as if somewhere in my mind if I cleaned up the mess to my standards, it would be too perfect–and that when things were perfect, it gave life an excuse to come crashing down. One of the last thoughts I had just before my son died–the night before–was that things were perfect. They weren't–obviously–but from where I had been, they were looking up. So far up, that they seemed perfect. And as for perfect was concerned…I had never seen a more perfect human being in my life. My son was gorgeous. Of course, most mothers feel that way about their offspring, even when to say the least, it isn't entirely true–but to a mother, this is always true. But this boy, everyone thought was absolutely perfect. A beautiful boy. He might have even been about 6 feet tall. Might have been. But if things were perfect, and they weren't–but I had at least let myself think so–the universe might have worked itself around this tragedy. Instead in my mind, things were perfect, and so life came crashing down. I thought things were perfect, the next day, my son drowned. By the grace of God, I still had one son left. He was also perfect. Now, apparently, [redacted] Well, what do you expect? Maybe I was a little crazy. I very rarely thought about my son, because if I spent time doing that, I might have been a wreck. –more of a wreck. Actually, I was increasingly put together–outstanding considering the previous circumstances. But everyone has a story. None of this makes me special– Especially in New York City, where almost everyone thinks they're special, and almost nobody is. Almost Nobody. And that might as well have been my name. I wasn't nobody– I was Almost Nobody. An honest nobility. But– And I might have looked through Will Ferrell on any other day, because like most big time movie stars, he was invisible to me. Once you're ‘this many' famous, it's almost like a reversal effect on my psyche. I don't hate you. I don't like you. You're just–too famous. I.e.--invisible. –Besides this, however, was the fact that I was peeling my eyelids back with toothpicks from having them shut before what I considered as a full “work day” was over. And on this day, in the documentary that I considered as “work…” Actually, very hard work– Very hard work– He happened to have been wearing a shirt that reminded me of the shirt my son was wearing in one of the last ever photos I took of him. —actually, both of them were wearing that shirt. We were all dressed alike. Family pictures. Matching outfits. You know–the kind of shit you do when you're happily married– Or unhappily, but still married with children and making the best of it because you're married with children That sort of shit. And that day was probably the very best day because I took the very best pictures of the very best boys– But of course, I didn't remember anything about that day besides taking those pictures. So there, in my mind, it stood. Now, what does this have to do with Will Ferrell's shirt? Almost nothing, besides making a point of sense memory. Anyway, isn't it obvious? {Enter The Multiverse} When something invisible becomes suddenly visible, you have no choice but to look at it as some sort of miracle. An act of God. What kind of miracle was this? I didn't know. The Complex Collective © Sure, let's just chalk up all this uncontrollable crying and depressive nonsense to that. Under the circumstances–to chalk it up to anything else? [The Festival Project ™ ] [A MAN exits THE STUDIO in the shadow of night.] V.O. That could be devastating. L E G E N D S – The Return of S U P A[Redacted]™ [A MAN is tied to a chair in a dark and murky chamber; a spotlight shines onto him from above; the cheesecloth Lol cheesecloth how fitting. Classic. –is removed from his mouth. Naturally, he immediately begins speaking.] Why–am I sitting here– In–a fuckin'--suit?! That's your work uniform! What the fuck! You don't like it? What the– Haha. [his arms are taped tightly to the armrest] What–NO–i don't like it. Well then, you don't know who you are. [The man pauses, as a blank look falls over his face–suddenly this seems true, as if his mind been completely erased. As if–he's just realized–he bears absolutely no identity.] Holy shit. Jeezus. That is terrifying. INT. STAIRWELL. NIGHT [The sound of the thunderous stormy rain batters the house almost hauntingly–the television sets all bear a static loss of signal–young STEPHEN runs in a panic up the stairs to the GALLEY, where his UNCLE JACK is often found] UNCLE JACK! UNCLE JACK! I buy things with pennies not worth picking up– I live in a dumpster made of don't-wants. Over a period of time it slowly began to occur to me that I had no idea what I had written–that is, what had been published, or who had read it. It was certain: someone had. However… to what limit was this exposure. And–was it dangerous? Fuck. I knew nothing entirely of the redactions, except that I'd redacted it. But what about the text surrounding the redactions. What the fuck exactly did I write about? I forgot how high I was–or where i'd been. Not literally high, of course, but….figuratively speaking. Fuck. Hurry, hurry along, It's been a long time I can't help you along, Die alone, ride along It's been a long time… See, I told you the Upper West Side was the best side. maybe it's just the least not-great side. ehh , tomato-potato. For the crust, try flax seed meal cinnamon agave Oil What time is it on the West Coast? The ghost of Conan arrived Under a blanket of blue light, and sighed “I've been wasting my time here” I had to disagree, kind of. What time is it here? I'm locked in for one more day; I'm locked in for one more hour I'm wasting valuable dark time with my life shit But I'm so tired my eyes are burning And I'm so sore My arms are stuck. I should run for the coffee; Or turn for the cornbread They're all getting sick of us They're all getting sicker I decided to pack my life up And hault all of it over I woke up sore But I wrote a song On a four leaf clover It was four in the morning The ghost of Conan Won me over It was four in the morning I'm locked in for one more hour It was four in the morning An hour ahead A four leaf clover It was four in the morning I needed a water It's one more hour A four leaf clover The ghost of Conan I start recording To cut the corner Conan O'Brien It's one in the morning— You're one hundred years old; You ought to be sleeping. … It's midnight. I live in Hollywood. And i'm a vampire. Ah. Sweet dreams. // Happy Trails. L E G E N D S Shapeshifting is simple— not the process or practice of changing one's form, but simply shifting one's consciousness into another vessel either partially, or entirely. But— Just because it's simple, doesn't mean it's also easy. {Enter The Multiverse} Often times in matters of consciousness, anything is dangerous. I did have strange dreams—so, as to say instructed by ‘the ghost of Conan O'Brien', I was decent at following directions, being as his tone might have been dauntingly sarcastic, or sardonic—but I kept forgetting to look up what the latter meant, and so it was with heavy sarcasm after I awoke to transcribe whatever frequency waves I was being blugeoned with under the pure blue light of my otherwise darkened studio—as blue light always seem merciless to whatever was lurking in the corners of my deep subconscious, I wasn't altogether too suprised that this time it was Conan “Snowball” O'Brien, because I had been so recently impressed with his Oscar's performance—and before that, English tends with the type of comedy that had given him the nickname I had chosen for him—or codename, because, by now, the hosts had come one by one with a point to make and a line to put across, and though it had been at some kind of increased trajectory since He who might should probably not be named for fear the sudden and highly publicized combustion of the then currently raining Tonight show host— it was as if it had been raining everymans in blue suits and shined loafers for the inside of a year, however, it had indeed kind of presently enough started with my co-worker “Kimmel”, who was fascinated with the kind of Television that breeds a familiarity with these kinds of people— and Jay Leno was also sort of like some sort of fairy that just kind of occurred randomly at times, living back in LA. I was sure it had been Jay Leno in LA traffic in some kind of a classic car— only later to find that he indeed was a collector and enthusiast of cars and motorcycles, and I tried not to hold the later against him. My dreams had been odd at best and filled with people I very rarely thought about— the man in Los Angeles I once lived with who I was sure was a [redacted[, and also just happened to look the way Will Ferrell would age to eventually look. This, I found fascinating. Will Ferrell didn't look like that at the time, But he did now— and even his style of comedy was growing on me, because I didn't find myself capable of it. What kind of comedy was I capable of? Right now, the invisible kind. After a heavy breakfast, I had finally realized why ‘Tears of A Clown' was incomplete— Apparently I had to include all of my performances—- This would make the album hard to listen to, at least for me. But the concept was the concept. I had already hidden other comics amongst the tracks and probably without too much trouble— from recordings I had taken myself and were impossible to find elsewhere. This side project was beginning to be a whole album project, and [rarity] was still just not even something I moderately even wanted to consider doing, however— ‘story.' had somehow come to the top of the page where my masters were kept, and it reminded me that perhaps I was in the same kind of pressure position now that I was then— and that in order for things to change— to get a new apartment or to visit with my son- I would have to medicate in order to write the kind of music i wasn't writing; the anxiety had finally collided with impatience, and lack of focus, and all the classic symptoms of ADHD's spiraling depression, but I was still glad I hadn't become dependent on the girl next door for her adderall prescription. I wasn't gonna be her little bitch. Especially not in that way. It seemed a pattern amongst these people to create a need and dependency in order to gain power and control— and thusly, the dynamic had lost my trust and respect, and so I was just kind of… around— out there, and not caring really what it was or what it all meant. I had woken up to immediate breakfast still early but late for me— a day off of the gym is what my muscles cried and ached for, and even the scrambled tofu rice breakfast like my dad used to make with tofu instead of scrambled eggs wasn't all the way satisfying or complete without the chocolate and banana malt shake— now I shouldn't be hungry, but it wasn't hunger that was doing me in— I almost refused coffee because I wanted to go back to sleep. I had slept early enough that it shouldn't have been an issue, but I was exhausted. Come on, you defunct dinosaur motherfucker! 97! A baby! The reptilian hides his true identity in order to conform. [The Festival Peoject ™ Presents] Will Ferrell In “The Guru” Wait, I Gotta go write this other thing. Wow, Tina Fey looks great. Worth the new email address? It was already said and done. I could eat this fucking documentary for lunch. –yesss. Stephen Colbert had the middle name of an equally middle aged black man. But this was besides the point. I was already 30-and-a-half-seconds exactly into scooping up a new email addressed when I realized– Oh no. Emergency brakes initiated. If this is a documentary about Saturday Night Live– And its on Peacock– (And it's on Peacock) –then there's a pretty good chance– –and Tina Fey's in it. -she looks incredible. Jesus! –then. Fuck. Dammit. There's a slight chance [redacted] might just–not–be in it. Might not be. Hm Well, let's see. Worth the risk? Worth a shot. To the face (or of Tequila) I hate Tequila. It's not for you. It's not– Give me that. Goddammit. Fu–darnint. Goddamit I had avoided Jimmy Fallon's face for like a year straight at least– Call it two if you count the moment exactly from the Thanksgiving Macy's Day Parade, that one year. THE COSMIC AVENGER SUPRISE. NO. GODDAMMIT. Does it matter that the word “surprise” here is spelled wrong? No. It's almost like–it should be. THE COSMIC AVENGER FANGIRLS! That's worse than fiddlesticks! Worth mentioning that. Really. All from an ad? Two ads, i caught a snippet of the Booking.com commercial Apparently, you did this. STEPHEN COLBERT YOu did THIS. Shut up, not now Tyrone. So he's just He's Tyrone now. Obviously. Look. No Look at –0 Noh. [A group of surfers sit huddled beyond the break.] Oh. No swell. So…so flat. Nah…There's a wave coming. Just wait for it. This is pathetic, man. No, there's something. I can feel it. It's like a fishbowl man. Nada. Just–wait, sharkbait! Forget it, I'm going home. [two surfers paddle away reluctantly] MEANWHILE A storm spotted just off the coast of Los angeles california may bring the entire western coast Tsunami-like waves. [read: Tsunami] [the bottom of the screen is issuing an emergency evacuation silently over b-roll of the red carpet] But first WHAT THIS UP AND COMING STARLET WORE TO THE MET GALA Lol Classic {As Seen On TV} [Enter The Multiverse} I had developed quite the fascination with Saturday Night Live; Not because of Jimmy Fallon, of course, who arguably ruined the show by creating the trend of breaking character On camera With his world-class smile, and entourage plethora of adoring female fans. Stay away from him Not a problem. He's venomous. Alright. Noted. Liz, I have some documents for you to sign. Documents. What documents. *squints really hard* I'll be right back. First of all, Lets just get one thing straight: I am not a fangirl of, Nor am I obsessed with[redacted} Right. Ok. And in case you need closure, here's what I am obsessed with, here. [the 34,000 multidimensional and extraterrestrial life forces which use [The Host of The Tonight Show] as a portal and/or vessel.] OH. WOW. THAT'S– Yeah. WOW. How–is that a regular blacklight? Does it look like a regular blacklight? Nothing is regular about this. Jesus effing.. God! Yeah. Wow. YEAH. You don't want me to shine a real blacklight on this guy– Trust me. OK? Gross. HOST1 I don't know what you're insinuating. [squints really super extra hard] Nothing. L E G E N D S So…worth it? Worth it…Tina Fey…worth it. Alright. I win this one. Win what? Are you playing this dumb game too? The prize winnings are sustaining my lifestyle. [Tina Fey eating corn chips sustaining her lifestyle.] Luxe. Isn't it? It was like staring into the sun. [The Festival Project ™ ] Lil bitz Man, I use my googles sparingly. I really do. If I google something that's kind of iffy– even in incognito, Or with a VPN I hurry up and erase my history. I erase everything Shit. I erase my history faster than the white power movement. I'm serious. I erase my history harder and faster than a white supremasist. “that's in your mind!” What's in my mind? Nothing happened here! THOSE DAYS ARE OVER. Why is this all in one document? idk i just kinda suddenly noticed how NBC is so left learning it's almost too forcibly progressive. Look, this is all just–too much for me! Okay? Too much for you?! Oh please! If anybody asks me anything, I'm going to admit it! Admit what?! You don't do that! You don't admit anything! Admit what?! Exactly! Jesus Christ. It's all good in practice, but when it comes down to it, i'll break. Don't let them break you! I'll break. Listen to me. I'm being violated. Listen to me. This is offensive! Shut the fuck up. I can't believe you said that! What did I say?! [doe eyes] You know what. Fine. Fuck it. [super wide eyed blank stare] You're right. If anyone comes for you, just–run, goddammit. What. Run at em, for christs sakes. You gargantuan motherfucker. I'm–not that tall. I meant your ego. 0.0 This is a calamity. I'm astonished you think that. Listen, Larry. Larry. Right. When we're finished playing Atari, I gotta have a real heart-to-heart with you. Heart to heart what? [Ron produces a bleeding, beating human heart, seemingly out of nowhere; ‘LARRY' jumps back and stutters in shock and confusion] –WOAH. [RON emotionlessly presses a combination into the controller.] Oh look. I win. I–WHAT?! You dropped your controller. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT? Special combination: it's not a cheat code. People say it's a cheat code. THAT'S A HUMAN HEART. YOU'RE A MURDERER. I'm not a murderer; it's still beating, look: That's–[crazy]--That's–put that back. That's what I need your help for. My help what?! With that?! Don't be a sore loser. [IMMORTAL COMBAT] What?! “Heart To Heart” Tall tales, and heads, then tails again Trails and tears and trails of blood lead on thy stool Thy path as wilted flower waits And blue eyed gaze barely, Hold tongues and does shatter glass hearts and bare minds, And bare breasts And peach flesh, And Bare bones And blank stares and Fair is fair the frier the fire The goal the goal And the eye is the eye And the eye is golden I like fair shadows {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

Rachel sits down with the incredible Sherrie Dillard—psychic, medium, and author—for a soulful, unscripted conversation between two intuitive friends. They talk about the beauty (and challenges) of living a psychic life, how intuition weaves through the everyday, and what it means to walk a spiritual path in today's world. Just real talk, shared stories, and a few nuggets of wisdom tucked into the conversation. Connect with Rachel Corpus Find out more about Sherrie Dillard Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Pastor Rod Parsley dives deep into the themes of mutual protection and heartfelt connection among believers. In a world that often leaves us feeling isolated, Pastor Parsley encourages the body of Christ to shield one another in prayer, support, and love. Together, we can grow stronger in our faith, lifting each other up and moving forward as a united front.

April 9 sermon

2025-04-06 - Heart to Heart - 2 Corinthians 7v2-4 - Dave Tastard by Weekly Sermon from Whanganui East Baptist Church

2025-04-06 - Heart to Heart - 2 Corinthians 7v2-4 - Dave Tastard by Weekly Sermon from Whanganui East Baptist Church

April 2 sermon

Adam shares his heart with Nick about how walking with empathy brings restoration!

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March 26 sermon

In this powerful episode of INvisible Women, hosts Monica and Melody sit down with LaQuenta Jacobs—executive leader, inclusion strategist, and heart health survivor—for a deeply personal and urgent conversation on the intersections of Black womanhood, wellness, and the fight for visibility in healthcare.LaQuenta shares her extraordinary journey from heart failure to healing, walking us through the life-altering diagnosis that changed her forever. Through vulnerability and clarity, she unpacks how faith, resilience, and community care carried her through one of the most difficult chapters of her life.Together, we explore the often-ignored epidemic of heart disease among Black women, the impact of systemic medical bias, and the dangerous myth of the "strong Black woman" that keeps so many of us suffering in silence. LaQuenta challenges us to redefine self-care—not as indulgence, but as a radical act of survival and self-love.This episode doesn't just speak to the heart—it speaks for it.LaQuenta leaves listeners with a powerful reminder: “You are worthy of rest. You are worthy of joy. And you are worthy of abundance and not just survival. You DESERVE it!!!”Bold, healing, and deeply necessary—this episode is a must-listen for anyone committed to health equity, advocacy, and honoring the lives of Black women.

 "I wasn't adopted, but I remember hugging my mother at the age of four and never seeing her again for decades. When she held me in her arms once again I was thirty-nine years old."   For years, all Abigail Dominguez knew about her mother was her legal name, date of birth, and how she met her father.    Abigail's story of growing up without knowing where or who her mother has left a profound emptiness, crippling her mind and body with bitterness, anger, frustration, fear, low self-esteem, and feelings of abandonment.   "Children deserve to be seen with eyes of compassion."   This story of restoration will touch you deeply.  Abigail also shares how you can soar above any circumstance.    My Mom's Incredible Voice is a deeply moving story of love, resilience, and the unbreakable bonds of family. Through separation and reunion, heartbreak, and healing, the Hansons prove that true love transcends time, carrying them forward together - yesterday, today, and forever.          Purchase your copy here   Heart-to-Heart with Abagaba is a collection of short stories in honor of celebrating emerging conservationists - children! A former nanny and current early education teacher's reflection on life lessons taught by the children she once cared for. The zest they had for life in expressing and informing her through simple daily interactions. A delightful delivery of their pure narratives as expressed through their language skills, cognitive abilities, emotional articulation, and more. A celebration of their innate perspectives on how the world worked around them. May it encourage you to celebrate the awesomeness of children in your own lives.       Purchase your copy here  

March 19 sermon

Tracy shares her heart with Nick about turning from old ways to live a fulfilled life with God!

Keywordspodcast, heart disease, women's health, Go Red campaign, skincare, beauty tips, self-care, courage, fundraising, health awarenessSummaryIn this episode of the Ask Yourself Why Not podcast, hosts Jayla and Shaye welcome Noelle Adams-Laura, a fashion and beauty influencer and physical therapist, to discuss the importance of heart health awareness, particularly for women. They explore the Go Red campaign, which raises funds for research and awareness around heart disease, and share personal stories about courage and stepping outside comfort zones. The conversation also delves into skincare tips, the significance of regular health checkups, and the impact of stress on overall health. Noelle is a 2025 Go Red Women of Impact and is determined to make a big impact in women's health through this campaign. TakeawaysCourage is essential when stepping outside your comfort zone.Women are often overlooked in heart disease research.Heart disease is the leading cause of death for women.Symptoms of heart disease in women can differ from men.Regular checkups are crucial for early diagnosis.Self-advocacy is important for personal health.Fundraising events can significantly impact community health initiatives.Skincare routines should focus on cleansing and moisturizing.Waterless skincare products can be more effective and cleaner.Taking small steps towards new goals can lead to significant changes.Empowering Women: Heart Health AwarenessCourage and Comfort Zones: A Personal Journey"Courage is grace under pressure.""Start that new thing today!""You never know where it will take you."Chapters00:00 Introduction to the Podcast and Guests02:40 Courage and Stepping Outside Comfort Zones05:36 Understanding Heart Disease in Women08:16 Signs and Symptoms of Cardiac Events in Women10:20 Importance of Regular Checkups and Self-Advocacy13:09 Fundraising for the Go Red Campaign16:02 Noelle's Journey as a Fashion and Beauty Influencer18:58 The Olive Tree People and Waterless Skincare21:40 Beauty Tips and Skincare Routine24:33 Final Thoughts and Why Not of the Day

Send us a textIt has been an incredible last 2.5 years, so today Karli and Sadie sit down and discuss the future of the podcast. They chat what has been going on in their lives, the decision they eventually came to with the podcast, what that means for their friendship and more. You know the girls love a good heart to heart on the podcast and today is no different.  FOLLOW ALONG:Our Instagram: @cribcommutepodcastKarli: @everyday_ellisCheck out the Show Notes for past episodes at cribcommutepodcast.com!Get $200 off your purchase of a Madsen Cycles Bucket Bike with the code cribcommutepodcast!

March 12 sermon

Keywordspodcast, heart disease, women's health, Go Red campaign, skincare, beauty tips, self-care, courage, fundraising, health awarenessSummaryIn this episode of the Ask Yourself Why Not podcast, hosts Jayla and Shaye welcome Noelle Adams-Lohri, a fashion and beauty influencer and physical therapist, to discuss the importance of heart health awareness, particularly for women. They explore the Go Red campaign, which raises funds for research and awareness around heart disease, and share personal stories about courage and stepping outside comfort zones. The conversation also delves into skincare tips, the significance of regular health checkups, and the impact of stress on overall health. Noelle is a 2025 Go Red Women of Impact and is determined to make a big impact in women's health through this campaign. TakeawaysCourage is essential when stepping outside your comfort zone.Women are often overlooked in heart disease research.Heart disease is the leading cause of death for women.Symptoms of heart disease in women can differ from men.Regular checkups are crucial for early diagnosis.Self-advocacy is important for personal health.Fundraising events can significantly impact community health initiatives.Skincare routines should focus on cleansing and moisturizing.Waterless skincare products can be more effective and cleaner.Taking small steps towards new goals can lead to significant changes.Empowering Women: Heart Health AwarenessCourage and Comfort Zones: A Personal Journey"Courage is grace under pressure.""Start that new thing today!""You never know where it will take you."Chapters00:00 Introduction to the Podcast and Guests02:40 Courage and Stepping Outside Comfort Zones05:36 Understanding Heart Disease in Women08:16 Signs and Symptoms of Cardiac Events in Women10:20 Importance of Regular Checkups and Self-Advocacy13:09 Fundraising for the Go Red Campaign16:02 Noelle's Journey as a Fashion and Beauty Influencer18:58 The Olive Tree People and Waterless Skincare21:40 Beauty Tips and Skincare Routine24:33 Final Thoughts and Why Not of the Day

Drew shares his heart with Nick about how an understanding of the Word impacts your walk!

March 5 sermon

Link for CME Credit Episode 22: A Heart to Heart with Dr. Ginnie Abarbanell https://cmetracker.net/UTHSCSA/Publisher?page=pubOpen#/getCertificate/10098363   Join host Holly Wayment and Dr. Ginnie Abarbanell, head of Pediatric Cardiology at UT Health San Antonio and University Health, as they have a heart to heart conversation about congenital heart disease, the most common birth defect worldwide. Learn about the challenges of detecting heart defects prenatally. Discover the warning signs that pediatric practitioners should watch for and gain insights into the potential neurodevelopmental delays associated with early heart problems. This episode also explores the intersecting worlds of heart health and child development, offering guidance on how to support the educational and developmental needs of children with significant heart defects. Additionally, Dr. Abarbanell shares personal insights on a healthy lifestyle and how she un-plugs, highlighting the importance of outdoor activities.

Sisters Abbey Everhart Cannon (Aunt Tina's Kitchen) and Meredith Everhart share their stories about receiving heart transplants - as they both were born with a somewhat rare heart condition.  The sisters take on the MowDown and Slappy Sal reviews Aunt Tina's Kitchen, a restaurant recently opened by Abbey and her husband Tony in Elmhurst. And Rick is at it again in another edition of "Rick on His Heavily Reinforced Soapbox", as he's perturbed about a premature retirement of a local representative.

Wendy shares her heart with Nick about replacing pride with meekness and humility!

In this Wednesday Night Dharma Talk, Sensei Kodo brings his characteristic warmth and curiosity to an exploration of classic Mahayana literature. With equal parts scholarly enthusiasm and playful inquiry, he delves into this […]

Feb 19 sermon

Michelle shares her heart with Nick about how to fight against the schemes of the enemy!

Pastor Ricky Temple encourages singles to embrace perseverance and maturity, drawing from James 1:2-8. He shares personal struggles with the pressures of relationships, quick success, and staying focused, highlighting the value of enduring challenges to grow. Pastor Temple emphasizes that true maturity comes from perseverance and surrounding yourself with people and habits that promote personal and spiritual growth.

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Send us a textWant to try free motion quilting but don't know where to start? Here's 3 simple steps to get going. Are you looking to ADVANCE your machine quilting skills?Machine quilting can be very solitary, especially on a longarm. It's just not that easy to pack up your machine and head to a friend's house for the day, right? But it's important to have that community - that sharing of ideas and tips, encouragement and motivation.For more information and to sign up, visit our website. Support the show------------------------If you enjoyed this episode, please consider leaving a rating and review here.Resources: ADVANCE, my monthly subscription membershipFREEHAND QUILTING MASTERCLASS, an on-demand comprehensive courseALL-OVER FEATHER, sign-up for a FREE quilting class And here's where you can find more of my work: YouTube - LIVE & UNSCRIPTED episodesWebsite - for more information on classes and quilting servicesFacebook - current projects and photosInstagram - current projects and photosPinterest - photo galleries and tutorials

Markus shares his heart with Nick about keeping with repentance!

Today Pastor T takes on a touchy subject.  Sex.  Listen for an eye opening perspective on God's design of intimacy and how communication can be a cornerstone to healthy relationships.Connect with our church: @ascentchurchva Connect with our lead pastor: @pastor.tlane

A Word of Encouragement with Vicky Mutchler is heard at 11:30 AM Central Time on Faith Music Radio.  Join the Facebook group On a Positive Note to get more words of encouragement from Mrs. Vicky - https://www.facebook.com/groups/171863542874382/

In episode 114, we were LIVE(ish) from the 2024 AVCA Convention and welcomed 2-time Olympic medalist and 5-time Olympian Danielle Scott (14:21 - 51:09). Danielle talks about the inaugural League One Volleyball season and also shares her Olympic experiences and how she was introduced to the game. Finally, what's the Heart-to-Heart Connection? Danielle explains it to us, just in time for Valentine's Day. Also, we've got another men's college roundup to share.Text us!

Send us a text“Why are my children so defiant?” “What can I do to stop the constant arguments, tantrums, and fights?” “What am I doing wrong?” – We all have our struggles, the days when we feel down and maybe get a little snappy, but for some people, some parents, the struggle is constant. Children with behavioral challenges present new obstacles for parenting, but there is hope. In today's Heart to Heart, Tonya tells the story of Lisa, Tom, and their children Jacob and Emily. As parents trying to navigate their childrens' behavioral challenges, Lisa and Tom had to learn new ways of parenting and how to better support their children to avoid tantrums, defiance, sibling rivalry, and promote emotional regulation. Tonya shares parenting strategies and tips for creating a more connected, harmonious, and pleasant family dynamic. 

John shares his heart with Nick about a prepared heart for worship!

Jess shares her heart with Nick about listening to God in every season!

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