Podcasts about her father

This week on the Sumud Podcast, we're joined by Aminah Musa, a visionary designer, entrepreneur, and co-founder of PaliRoots—the beloved Palestinian streetwear brand born of resistance and stitched with purpose. From growing up on food stamps in South Side Chicago to helping build a brand that has fed nearly 4 million meals in Gaza, Aminah's story is one of family, faith, creativity, and commitment to her roots. Raised by Palestinian parents who instilled in her the values of humility, community, and pride in her heritage. In this deeply personal and powerful episode, she opens up about navigating high school as the only visibly Muslim girl, learning business from her father (who left medicine to pursue purpose), and launching PaliRoots with her brother to ensure Palestine would never be forgotten. Their brand became more than fashion—it became a movement grounded in dignity, storytelling, and direct impact.

Her early inspiration while growing up in Goa with limited exposure to career options. Her Father's intellectual influence despite personal hardships and shift in focus to technology.Personal tragedy sparked a resolve to become financially independent and learn deeply.Inspirational quote that shaped her mindset: “Even if your dreams haven't come true, be grateful that so haven't your nightmares.”Her first role at a startup with Hands-on work with networking protocols (LDAP, VPN, DNS). Learning using only RFCs and O'Reilly books—no StackOverflow! Importance of building deep expertise for long-term success.Experiences with Troubleshooting and System Thinking; Transitioned from reactive fixes to logical, structured problem-solving. Her depth of understanding helped in debugging and system optimization.Career move to Yahoo where she led Service Engineering for mobile and ads across global data centers got early exposure to big data and machine learning through ad recommendation systems and built "performance and scale muscle" through working at massive scale.Challenges of Scale and Performance Then vs. Now: Problems remain the same, but data volumes and complexity have exploded. How modern tools (like AI/ML) can help identify relevance and anomalies in large data sets.Design with Scale in Mind - Importance of flipping the design approach: think scale-first, not POC-first. Encourage starting with a big-picture view, even when building a small prototype. Highlights multiple scaling dimensions—data, compute, network, security.Getting Into ML and Data Science with early spark from MOOCs, TensorFlow experiments, and statistics; Transition into data science role at Infoblox, a cybersecurity firm with focus areas on DNS security, anomaly detection, threat intelligence.Building real-world ML model applications like supervised models for threat detection and storage forecasting; developing graph models to analyze DNS traffic patterns for anomalies and key challenges of managing and processing massive volumes of security data.Data stack and what it takes to build data lakes that support ML with emphasis on understanding the end-to-end AI pipelineShifts from “under the hood” ML to front-and-center GenAI & Barriers: Data readiness, ROI, explainability, regulatory compliance.Explainability in AI and importance of interpreting model decisions, especially in regulated industries.How Explainability Works -Trade-offs between interpretable models (e.g., decision trees) and complex ones (e.g., deep learning); Techniques for local and global model understanding.Aruna's Book on Interpretability and Explainability in AI Using Python (by Aruna C).The world of GenAI & Transformers - Explainability in LLMs and GenAI: From attention weights to neuron activation.Challenges of scale: billions of parameters make models harder to interpret. Exciting research areas: Concept tracing, gradient analysis, neuron behavior.GenAI Agents in Action - Transition from task-specific GenAI to multi-step agents. Agents as orchestrators of business workflows using tools + reasoning.Real-world impact of agents and AI for everyday lifeAruna Chakkirala is a seasoned leader with expertise in AI, Data and Cloud. She is an AI Solutions Architect at Microsoft where she was instrumental in the early adoption of Generative AI. In prior roles as a Data Scientist she has built models in cybersecurity and holds a patent in community detection for DNS querying. Through her two-decade career, she has developed expertise in scale, security, and strategy at various organizations such as Infoblox, Yahoo, Nokia, EFI, and Verisign. Aruna has led highly successful teams and thrives on working with cutting-edge technologies. She is a frequent technical and keynote speaker, panelist, author and an active blogger. She contributes to community open groups and serves as a guest faculty member at premier academic institutes. Her book titled "Interpretability and Explainability in AI using Python" covers the taxonomy and techniques for model explanations in AI including the latest research in LLMs. She believes that the success of real-world AI applications increasingly depends on well- defined architectures across all encompassing domains. Her current interests include Generative AI, applications of LLMs and SLMs, Causality, Mechanistic Interpretability, and Explainability tools.Her recently published book linkInterpretability and Explainability in AI Using Python: Decrypt AI Decision-Making Using Interpretability and Explainability with Python to Build Reliable Machine Learning Systems  https://amzn.in/d/00dSOwAOutside of work, she is an avid reader and enjoys creative writing. A passionate advocate for diversity and inclusion, she is actively involved in GHCI, LeanIn communities.

What does it mean to find your voice — and use it to create change?In today's episode of Yalla! Let's Talk., I sit down with Tunisian artist EMEL, a singer, songwriter, and storyteller whose music has inspired people across the world. From her breakout anthem “Kelmti Horra” — once banned, now a symbol of hope — to her powerful new album MRA, EMEL shares her journey of turning pain into purpose.We talk about what freedom really means, how music can be a form of healing, and what it looks like to embrace feminism in an authentic way. With stories from her performances across over 25 countries — EMEL reminds us that art can connect us, empower us, and help us feel seen.This is a conversation about growth, creativity, and standing in your truth — even when the world tells you not to.BREAKDOWN0:00 Intro0:53 The Song That Sparked a Revolution – “Kelmti Horra” & the Arab Spring8:20 What It's Like Growing Up Under a Dictatorship (Tunisia Unfiltered)12:37 EMEL Performs “Kelmti Horra” Live + What the Lyrics Really Mean17:54 Her Childhood, Her Father, and the Fire to Fight Oppression20:43 Balancing Motherhood & Music – Advice for Working Moms27:09 How EMEL Makes Music That Heals and Protests at the Same Time31:38 Feminism & Power – Why She Chose an All-Female Creative Team42:42 HOLM, Al Rawabi & The Powerful Message EMEL Has for Young Girls58:27 Rapid Games!

The Time Is Late (2) (audio) David Eells 5/18/25   The Warnings Have Ended Michael Boldea Jr. - 08/14/2006 (David's notes in red) Rom.13:11-12 And this, knowing the season, that already it is time for you to awake out of sleep: for now is salvation nearer to us than when we first believed. 12 The night is far spent, and the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armor of light. My heart is heavy, my soul is burdened, and as so many who have been called, anointed, and charged to preach a message of warning and repentance to this nation, I am a weary man. Though the time is upon us, though undeniable events continue to come to pass, still most of Christendom suffers from a severe case of abject indifference. I often feel as though I am a man standing outside a building engulfed in flames, screaming at the top of my lungs for those inside to come out, to save themselves, to escape the fire, while all the while, those inside stand by the windows and wave merrily, coffee in one hand, donut in the other, unaware of the tragedy that is about the befall them. Seeing that they will not heed the warning, the only option left is to run into the burning building and drag as many out, by force if need be, and lead them to safety. This is the mindset that I have adopted over the years. Since early youth, when I served as my grandfather's translator, I realized that some would hear and heed, but most would not. There is no doubt God has been merciful to this nation, first having raised up men from within your own borders to speak a heavy but needed truth, men who were promptly dismissed or ridiculed as being instigators, those who would enjoy stirring up provocation, simply for the sake of being provocative. Though the message fell, in large part, on deaf ears, they labored, and wept, and labored some more, for it was their calling, their mission, their sovereign duty toward an omnipotent God, one they could not as readily dismiss, as the message itself had been by the masses. Then, in His infinite mercy, God called on faithful servants from half a world away, and placed the same message in their hearts, in some cases almost identical, and sent them in the hope that perhaps the nation might heed the message if spoken from new lips. These too, were promptly rejected, either for being too harsh, not having the right credentials, or not having graduated from a proper theological seminary. We have found a reason, and an excuse to reject every messenger that has come, that has spoken, and that has warned. In their hearts, some consider, that surely God is merciful enough to send yet another messenger, to give yet another warning, as though they were waiting for a bus, they think to themselves, “I'll catch the next one, I'll believe next one”, but I say to you this day, the warnings have ended. (Certainly, after this warning was given many lost their lives to foolishness that scripture surely corrected. Since history repeats when men take no heed this revelation is still true today.) To be clear in what I am trying to relay, for this is the core reason I write this article today, I will repeat myself: the warnings have ended. No new messengers are waiting in the wings, no new warnings are coming, but merely the visions and forewarnings of the specific judgments that are about to unfold. These words are not my own, and I write them with a heavy heart, but on three separate occasions while in prayer, I heard the same phrase repeated, over and over again: “The warnings have ended, the warnings have ended.” The time has come for the true servants of God to weep between the porch and the altar, to lament and cry out, to stand in the gap and be fearless for righteousness' sake. If you must stand alone, dear brother, then so stand, for you will be in good company, counted among such giants of the faith as Elijah, Isaiah, Jeremiah, and Ezekiel. They too stood alone in the face of overwhelming odds, with only the truth of God's Word on their side, but the truth proved to be more than enough. So I say this day, to you whom God has been urging to step up, to take up the charge, to be on the front lines of the battle that is raging, be fearless in unmasking deception, and propagating righteousness, for you are on the side of right. If our desire were to spread a false gospel, to deceive the sheep, to bring division to the house of God, then there would be reason for fear, for God Himself would be set against us, but since He stands with you, since He is the one urging you into battle, be bold, and brave and confident in Him and you will always be the majority. Recently I was rereading Foxe's Book of Martyrs, and weeping, and I thought to myself, where have all the valiant defenders of truth gone, those that even in the face of death would proclaim the name of Christ, and pour out their lives to their final breath for His sake, with a smile on their lips? Is their time past? Surely it cannot be, for this is the greatest time in the history of the Church, the time in which God needs warriors, faithful and true, fearless and uncompromising, to do battle against the forces of darkness. No, the time for the valiant, faithful soldier has not passed, but rather, many of those who have been called to this service are quick to bow out, finding either excuse or justification for their unwillingness to do battle. The time has come to blow the trumpet, while time still remains, for it is quickly running out, and the sheep that slumber are too many to number. It is incumbent upon all servants of righteousness to proclaim truth and defend it, if need be, with their very lives. Jude 20-23 But you, beloved, building yourselves up on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Spirit, keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life. And on some have compassion, making a distinction; but others save with fear, pulling them out of the fire, hating even the garment defiled by the flesh.     Removing Stumbling Blocks to the Kingdom Deborah Horton - 08/06/2013 (David's notes in red) In a dream, a small group of people, maybe 30-50, including myself, were walking up a mountain (seeking the Kingdom of God; Mount Zion). Some were ahead of the main group and about the same number were trailing at the rear. It was a stretched-out grouping. Now even though we were walking up a mountain, somehow the road was perfectly level (because straightened the way that leads to life), but the effort needed to walk was as if we were climbing. (We climb against the gravity and magnetism of the world and our flesh.) The road was also completely straight. David wasn't in the group but was encouraging us onward. He was also the only one who could (or was allowed to) go both up and down the entire mountain, which He did with ease many times. In a vision within the dream itself, I saw that sometimes he was with us and sometimes he was at the top of the mountain or possibly below us. (As we have seen in other revelations, the Davids will be on top of Zion in the presence of the Lord and they will be with the righteous on their journey up the mountain of God's Kingdom. They will do those things that they have seen of the Father.) Next, I was in an enclosed space of some kind off to the side of the road, but I can't call it a room. The lighting was subdued. David and a handful of other people were there. A Siamese cat was limping on its left front leg, as it was facing me, making this its right front leg, and I asked David if that was alright because I was concerned. He said, “Yes, it's supposed to be like that”. (Siamese cats seem to be some of the meanest cats out there. They represent rebellion and self-will. We know who this person is, but also this represents many. Their limping is by the hand of God. “Yes, it's supposed to be like that”. The limping right leg represents their inability to walk with God.) Then David somehow, I can't remember if he just lifted it up or there was a ladder or whatever, but it was a project for him to put the cat on the back of a horse, which is what David was there to do, allowing us to keep on walking up the mountain. (“It's supposed to be” that rebels are turned over to the strength of their own rebellious, beastly, flesh so that the rest may see this and continue to enter the Kingdom. There's an old saying that “Getting on a high horse” means being very prideful and arrogant, lifting yourself up in your own strength to be a stumbling block to others. One of the greatest signs that we are in the end times is that Jesus said to let the tares and the wheat grow together until the harvest, and He has been and continues to separate them by turning them over to demons. Mat.13:37 And he answered and said, He that soweth the good seed is the Son of man; 38 and the field is the world; and the good seed, these are the sons of the kingdom; and the tares are the sons of the evil [one]; 39 and the enemy that sowed them is the devil: and the harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are angels. 40 As therefore the tares are gathered up and burned with fire; so shall it be in the end of the world. 41 The Son of man shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things that cause stumbling, and them that do iniquity, 42 and shall cast them into the furnace of fire: there shall be the weeping and the gnashing of teeth. 43 Then shall the righteous shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their Father. He that hath ears, let him hear. (As to those who are stumbling blocks to others trying to enter the Kingdom, we hear of Jesus: Luk.11:52 Woe unto you lawyers! for ye took away the key of knowledge: ye entered not in yourselves, and them that were entering in ye hindered. 13:24 Strive to enter in by the narrow door: for many, I say unto you, shall seek to enter in, and shall not be able. 18:17 Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall in no wise enter therein.) End of dream. Siamese cats were specially bred in Tibet (Far East; the sun rises in the East) to be guardians of the temple treasures. They were cross-eyed (probably due to bad breeding or the product of a bad seed but they say it is) to scare off demons. They were big, too, and weighed approximately 25 pounds and had blue eyes. The monks (demon-possessed, foreign to the kingdom, religious leaders) trained them so that they would attack anyone who touched the gold, etc., that was in the temple. (In the natural, these people cannot be trusted with the temple gold, for they are thieves and take possession of what is not theirs, like Judas. On the spiritual side, anyone who possesses the spiritual attribute of gold in the temple of Jesus Christ will be attacked by the rebels and Pharisees.) Visitors could walk through and look at all the stuff, but if they touched anything, the cats would jump on their heads and blind them. (The rebels are out to blind anyone who goes for the spiritual gold.) I asked for a verse for the dream and received Act.2:36 Let all the house of Israel therefore know assuredly, that God hath made him both Lord and Christ, this Jesus whom ye crucified. (They crucified the Man-child, who then ruled over them, just as it will be.)   Harvest Awaits While Laborers Play Debbi Rennier - 07/23/2006 (David's notes in red) Mat.9:36 But when he saw the multitudes, he was moved with compassion for them, because they were distressed and scattered, as sheep not having a shepherd. 37 Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest indeed is plenteous, but the laborers are few. 38 Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he send forth laborers into his harvest. Over the last three nights, the Lord has given me the following dream: I saw the most beautiful, golden wheat field gently rippling in the breeze. This field was of gigantic proportions, as large as California and Texas combined. I seemed to be floating just above the field, and as I gazed downwards, I saw hands reaching up out of the wheat field. The hands were of all sizes and colors. They seemed to be trying to reach or grasp for something or someone. I then saw a few people, perhaps a half a dozen or so, go into the field and start to help those whose hands I saw grasping. Those whom they helped in the field also began helping others. This scene was really heartbreaking as there were so many who reached up and so few to help. Many more were missed and overlooked than were saved. I then looked at the edges of the enormous field and saw much frantic activity. Construction workers were busily building large churches and big houses. I saw businesspeople rushing to work and car dealerships selling expensive cars. They were all totally oblivious to the tragic scene in the wheat field. They rushed about as if nothing was wrong. I then woke up. The Lord led me to the 10th chapter of Hosea. Then HE spoke: “People keep building and laying up treasures here on earth. They will be destroyed. Seek that which is lost. Do not waste your time on the foolish things that will perish...”   Liquidate Luxuries S.L. - 02/27/2015 (David's notes in red) In this dream, I am driving a horse and carriage. (Representing the old scriptural ways.) The kind that you would see in New York Central Park. I see many people. I am driving around this narrow course that they have cordoned off. As I go, I'm stopping and picking up people and they ride for a while, and then they get off, and more people get on. (Many have ‘gotten off' “the narrow course” because of disobedience to the Scriptures, or falling into faction, and others have come to take their place.) Sometimes there are obstacles in the way that I have to avoid. But I can't veer off. I have to be very careful to stay on this path. The whole area is like a very large and busy city block. (Temptations to get off the narrow road.) Then the scene changes, and I am in a very large restaurant. It is very crowded and there are many tables with people eating and drinking. (I asked about the restaurant and at random got Psa.49:6 They that trust in their wealth, And boast themselves in the multitude of their riches.) (Large ministry serving unspiritual food.) I am sitting at a small table with a few friends, and a sister in Christ. Then I got up in search of a restroom. When I found the ladies' restroom, I noticed that it was very crowded. (Getting rid of waste from lives.) All of the women crowding around it are very financially wealthy, wearing richly made dresses and hats, and the restroom itself looks to be made of marble. It is too crowded to get in. (Many are getting rid of the luxuries of life, which is a weight and distraction.) My sister and I both had the same idea that we needed to find another restroom, so we left there and found one a few blocks away. This restroom is much humbler and one that not many people know about. (Some have already cast out the luxuries that slow our progress.) So, we are moving down the street pretty quickly. (Meaning, able to progress quickly without the distractions. We must get light and ready to move into the wilderness through liquidation.) I noticed that our pace had increased and we are both taking long strides. We come to what looks like the outskirts of town. I see a hill (a higher place in God) with several red brick apartment buildings on top. (Apartments are congregations of God's people built together into a holy temple in the Lord.) Closer towards us, I see there is an area that is being graded by a bulldozer. (What comes to mind is “earth mover”.) They are preparing the area for more buildings. (Dirt or flesh must be conformed in order to build the Kingdom.) I looked over just opposite this hill, and there's another hill, and on top of it, I saw white horses and white chariots. The horses have riders. They are milling about and exercising the horses. (This is Jesus in the Man-child ministries who are ready to begin the tribulation.) Next, my attention is drawn back to the bulldozer. It suddenly whirls around and moves out of the area very fast! I mean, like someone punched the fast-forward button. (The foundation is prepared; people must get out of the way for the building to start. This means the people who make up the buildings are coming.) We both follow him, going very fast. Now, keep in mind we are still on foot, but now it's like we are in racecars. We are going around curves, and I am trying to slow down. I hear the other sister who's with me say, “This is very scary”. Finally, we managed to slow down and stop. (There is much business that does not promote spirituality) Then I woke up. While meditating on this dream, the Lord brought this scripture to mind: Mat.24:37 And as were the days of Noah, so shall be the coming of the Son of man. 38 For as in those days which were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noah entered into the ark, 39 and they knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall be the coming of the Son of man. 40 Then shall two men be in the field; one is taken, and one is left: 41 two women shall be grinding at the mill; one is taken, and one is left. 42 Watch therefore: for ye know not on what day your Lord cometh. 43 But know this, that if the master of the house had known in what watch the thief was coming, he would have watched, and would not have suffered his house to be broken through. 44 Therefore be ye also ready; for in an hour that ye think not the Son of man cometh. I also asked the Lord for another word concerning this dream, at random, and my finger came down on Amo.4:4 Come to Beth-el, and transgress; to Gilgal, and multiply transgression; and bring your sacrifices every morning, and your tithes every three days; 5 and offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving of that which is leavened, and proclaim freewill-offerings and publish them: for this pleaseth you, O ye children of Israel, saith the Lord Jehovah. 6 And I also have given you cleanness of teeth in all your cities, and want of bread in all your places; yet have ye not returned unto me, saith Jehovah. 7 And I also have withholden the rain from you, when there were yet three months to the harvest; and I caused it to rain upon one city, and caused it not to rain upon another city: one piece was rained upon, and the piece whereupon it rained not withered. 8 So two or three cities wandered unto one city to drink water, and were not satisfied: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith Jehovah. 9 I have smitten you with blasting and mildew: the multitude of your gardens and your vineyards and your fig-trees and your olive-trees hath the palmer-worm devoured (A curse on the distractions): yet have ye not returned unto me, saith Jehovah. 10 I have sent among you the pestilence after the manner of Egypt: your young men have I slain with the sword, and have carried away your horses; and I have made the stench of your camp to come up even into your nostrils: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith Jehovah. 11 I have overthrown cities among you, as when God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah, and ye were as a brand plucked out of the burning: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith Jehovah. (Stop, repent, seek God) 12 Therefore thus will I do unto thee, O Israel; and because I will do this unto thee, prepare to meet thy God, O Israel.     Wait for the Director K.H.- 10/23/2011 (David's notes in red) The dream began with me walking to my seat in a band hall. As soon as I reached my seat, I was asked by a girl to bring some papers up front to the band director's desk, so that's what I did. As I turned around, I saw a couple of young girls come through the back door of the hall, giggling and sitting in the back row of chairs. Then, I went back to my seat. I began to warm up playing the flute, and after I was done warming up, I sat looking around the room. A few minutes later, more than half of the people began to play their instruments. The sound was deafening! There was so much discord because they were playing without the band director. (Instead of being in “one accord”, the whole group was in discord. Rom.15:5 Now the God of patience and of comfort grant you to be of the same mind one with another according to Christ Jesus: 6 that with one accord ye may with one mouth glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.)(The discord in Christianity because of denominationalism weakens us.) A small group of us, including me, remained ready to play but waiting for direction. (Listening and waiting on direction from God is the key to walking as He walked. Isa.30:21 thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it; when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left.) I then realized that the band director wasn't there yet, and I was perplexed at why there were so many doing their own thing and not realizing that the band director was not there. A young man stood up and said, “Wait!” A few more people stopped playing and began to wait. (Some Christians are easily distracted and do things without waiting on the Lord.) I was grieved that some were still playing with complete disregard for what the man said. (Many Christians are not paying attention to what is going on around them and what the Lord is speaking to them.) Then, I woke up. (Saul did not wait for Samuel to sacrifice and bring the Word of the Lord and it cost him his kingdom. David waited for the sign in the mulberry trees and conquered his enemies.) The Lord impressed in my heart how important it is to seek His face, His direction, His truth, and walk in the steps He has ordered for me. Listening to the voice of the Lord is so important, especially in the days ahead. The world is getting darker and darker; the only way to be able to see clearly is through the Lord's eyes. Psa.27:14 Wait for Jehovah: Be strong, And let thy heart take courage; Yea, wait thou for Jehovah. Lam.3:26 It is good that a man should hope and quietly wait for the salvation of Jehovah. Mic.7:7 But as for me, I will look unto Jehovah; I will wait for the God of my salvation: my God will hear me. Then I thought of Php.2:1-4 If there is therefore any exhortation in Christ, if any consolation of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any tender mercies and compassions, 2 make full my joy, that ye be of the same mind, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind; 3 doing nothing through faction or through vainglory, but in lowliness of mind each counting other better than himself; 4 not looking each of you to his own things, but each of you also to the things of others. The majority of the body of Christ is in much discord right now. The Lord reminded me of this passage in 1 Corinthians 12:12-26 about the body and how we all need one another. 1Co 12:12 For as the body is one, and hath many members, and all the members of the body, being many, are one body; so also is Christ. 13 For in one Spirit were we all baptized into one body, whether Jews or Greeks, whether bond or free; and were all made to drink of one Spirit. 14 For the body is not one member, but many. 15 If the foot shall say, Because I am not the hand, I am not of the body; it is not therefore not of the body. 16 And if the ear shall say, Because I am not the eye, I am not of the body; it is not therefore not of the body. 17 If the whole body were an eye, where were the hearing? If the whole were hearing, where were the smelling? 18 But now hath God set the members each one of them in the body, even as it pleased him. 19 And if they were all one member, where were the body? 20 But now they are many members, but one body. 21 And the eye cannot say to the hand, I have no need of thee: or again the head to the feet, I have no need of you. 22 Nay, much rather, those members of the body which seem to be more feeble are necessary: 23 and those parts of the body, which we think to be less honorable, upon these we bestow more abundant honor; and our uncomely parts have more abundant comeliness; 24 whereas our comely parts have no need: but God tempered the body together, giving more abundant honor to that part which lacked; 25 that there should be no schism in the body; but that the members should have the same care one for another. 26 And whether one member suffereth, all the members suffer with it; or one member is honored, all the members rejoice with it.   Covert Attack on Christians and Jews B.A. - 04/20/2015 (David's notes in red) I dreamed that I was in the Spirit and I was in a secret meeting room in the basement of the White House. There was a group of people sitting around a table, and each of them had an outline of a plan they were discussing concerning Christians and Jews. The only thing I was allowed to remember was that when a particular part of this plan/agenda is revealed, it will create a great uproar with apostate Christianity. (The recent leftist administrations raised up ISIS who rampaged through the middle east to kill Christians and Jews. Since the conservatives were behind President Trump to execute the lawless leftists, they are looking for their chance to strike back. The new age in their seances are talking to aliens who are masquerading demons that hate Christians. You see we have the perfect foundation to bring the mark of the beast to exterminate Christians who will break that law. Jesus said we would be hated of all nations for His name sake. As a result, many apostates will give in to their flesh and fight against the Beast and will lose, in a repetition of history. Dumitru Duduman received of the Lord that the communists in this country would start a civil war.) I asked the Lord for a verse concerning this dream and I received: Psa.112:7 He shall not be afraid of evil tidings; His heart is fixed, trusting in the Lord. Pro.1:7 The fear of Jehovah is the beginning of knowledge; But the foolish despise wisdom and instruction. According to the Lord, history always repeats: Ecc.1:9 That which hath been is that which shall be; and that which hath been done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun. 10 Is there a thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been long ago, in the ages which were before us. Whenever God's people have turned from His Word to their own religious, self-seeking ways, He has always sent conquerors to bring them to their cross. From the lesser kingdoms around Israel to the world-ruling kingdoms of Egypt, Assyria, Babylon, Media-Persia, Greece, Rome and the coming Dragon kingdom made up of the seed of all of the above seven heads, they all conquered God's people when they went astray from the Word. To a large extent, Christianity has become a harlot that must be crucified of evil and evil people. God has ordained and raised up Governmental Administrations to do this necessary work of returning His people to the fear of the Lord, which is the beginning of wisdom. When I read this dream, this verse was spoken to me concerning it: Eze.21:31 And I will pour out mine indignation upon thee; I will blow upon thee with the fire of my wrath; and I will deliver thee into the hand of brutish men, skilful to destroy. This scripture is in the midst of many pages of judgment spoken against God's apostate people. God departs from all of this for a moment to address Ammon here, warning that brutish men would destroy them. It appears that this text is out of context until you see that Ammon means “My people”. They are sons of Lot through Ben-Ammi, which means “Son of My people”. Lot was called a righteous man, but his children became enemies of God's people, just like there are enemies among Christians who claim to be Christian today. In like manner, Abraham had seed who became enemies of God's people. The Harlot is that enemy in our midst who claims Christianity but does not follow God's Word, which is His only true seed. Lot had two daughters who represented God's people. On one level, the older daughter represents His Old Covenant people, whose offspring were called Moab, and the younger daughter represents His New Covenant people, whose offspring were called Ammon. These two daughters had what in the letter would be called an incestuous relationship with their father, Lot, although he knew it not. However, in the spirit of the Word, a different story is told. The relationship of these two daughters to their father was exactly like the relationship of Israel and the Church to their Father. Her Father was also her Husband. The Lord's Bride is also His children. Mother and child were born of the same Father. If you question Jesus being a spiritual Father, remember Isa.9:6 For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given (Jesus); and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. “Everlasting Father” can also be translated as “Father of eternity”. 7 Of the increase of his government and of peace there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdom, to establish it, and to uphold it with justice and with righteousness from henceforth even for ever. The zeal of Jehovah of hosts will perform this. Jesus was the Sower who sowed His seed in our hearts, which brings forth His fruit in us. He is the Father of our eternal lives. Paul also called himself a father because he sowed the seed of the Word, which is Jesus' seed in the parable of the Sower in Matthew 13. 1Co.4:15 For though ye have ten thousand tutors in Christ, yet have ye not many fathers; for in Christ Jesus I begat you through the gospel. In two parables Jesus is our husband and our spiritual Father and we are all sons of The Father. Brutish men will bring the apostate Church to the cross but even then, some will not repent and will die in their sins, denying their Lord.   Hidden Manna: Urgent Call to the Apostate Church Deborah Horton - 10/07/2007 (Jan Albayalde | David ) In the dream, the first image I remember is several people coming to greet other people. Of two ladies who were coming my way, the one whom I thought I was supposed to greet stopped in front of someone else and they hugged, so the other lady came toward me and I thought, “Were we supposed to hug?” because it didn't seem like what we were supposed to do and she wasn't the person I thought was supposed to be for me to “greet” (or receive). This young woman was very elegantly and understatedly dressed. (In God's eyes, there are only two women -- the True Church and the Laodicean or harlot Church of Babylon.) (Jan went on to speak of all the scandals in the Church that turned people off.) I remember being surprised by that, too. All I remember was that she had on a very expensive beigey-colored sweater with darker minkish-colored cuffs, and it was stunning. But as I looked at the sweater, my eyes were drawn to a button (like a political button) that was on her left front side. It was white and in solid, thick black writing, there was the number “11”. As I focused on the button, it ended. (You were impressed by her beauty and wealth. The “11” on the woman could represent the coming destruction or persecution of the rich Laodicean church.) (Also the prosperity movement is clearly seen by the beast as a fleecing of the ignorant sheep. Also the political button could be speaking of the apostates being overly political rather than representing the Lord to ALL men.) Then I found myself reading the outside of a very thick, hardbound book. Apparently, I'd been reading for a while because I was coming to the end of a long, single-spaced list on the right-hand side of the cover. Each item in the list was just a short phrase (no more than four words) of some sort. They all must have been mundane, normal stuff, because none of them were outstanding. Then I got to the end, and I was stopped cold. The last three items in the list were “survival”, “hunger” and “fear”. Anything I remembered up to that point from the list was knocked out of my mind by those three words. Then I woke up. I almost never ever dream about anything with numbers. (I had the same thought as you -- that this is Hidden Manna that you have “been reading for a while.” You have read it so many times it's become “mundane” and that is why you were brought up cold, taken by surprise, by the last three words because the Lord was impressing you that this is His survival guide to the Laodicean Church; a call to overcome because hunger and fear are truly at the door. What is Hidden Manna? A guide to survive the coming persecution of the apostate church. If this is a dream from the Lord, maybe the Lord is saying the hour is late, persecution, the number “11” is coming to the apostate church and the Lord is encouraging the progression of the book into people's hands; hunger and fear are at the door, and they certainly are. You were to greet (receive) the wealthy, beautiful woman because she is the one who needs the survival manual -- you've been thinking Hidden Manna is for the True Church, those already right with God, hence your surprise.) It is then time to impart this labor of love (or a hug) to the apostate church to prepare them for “survival”, “hunger” and “fear”. The number 11 could indeed be a political button. The apostate church has been pushing politically as never before to press retaliation for the 9/11 loss of life issue. There could also be another “9/11” attack by the DS.   Plundering Egypt Jacob Patek - 09/01/2012 (David's notes in red) The dream has two parts. It started with a group of UBM brothers and I all walking together across a university campus (Which the Lord is giving us.) at what I would say was 12 noon, as the sun was directly overhead (noon being the time of day when the sun is at its highest and casting no shadow -- Jesus directly above our heads). (High noon was a 1952 Western American film: the time for a showdown with the enemy when victory was won back from them.) We were walking into what seemed like a bank and our thoughts were, we are going to take back all that the enemy has taken from us. (NESARA/GESARA is doing this in the natural realm. Also, Satan has plundered the people of God of their rightful and legal heritage. God has already put in our account every need, according to His riches. Phi.4:19 And my God shall supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.) As we walked in, there were two women sitting at the front desk. We simply told them we were here for all of our money. It ended up amounting to five million dollars. (5 is the number of grace, which has met all of our needs.) (When I first woke up, I thought we had robbed the bank, but as I meditated on the dream and the Word, I felt the money was already deposited into our accounts and we were making a withdrawal. [Our money will be in our QFS account]) As we withdrew the money, one of the secretaries sitting at the front desk called someone. (The Lord will provide all of our financial needs to build His Kingdom. The DS is being plundered and President Trump/Cyrus has recovered all the gold. We all have a QFS account and the money will be there, and the NESARA/GESARA is about to go into effect.) At this point in my dream, I could see she was talking to a man whose head was shaven (meaning he had no submission to God). He was very irate and filthy, and from the looks of it, a very strong man. (Jesus has plundered the strong man of his goods in this world and given them to us and we are to divide the spoils of the god of this world. Luk.11:20 But if I by the finger of God cast out demons, then is the kingdom of God come upon you. 21 When the strong [man] fully armed guardeth his own court, his goods are in peace: 22 but when a stronger than he shall come upon him, and overcome him (as Jesus did), he taketh from him his whole armor wherein he trusted, and divideth his spoils. 23 He that is not with me is against me; and he that gathereth not with me scattereth. If you are not chasing demons, you are running from them. Claim what is yours as sons of the living God. Plunder Egypt with your faith! Didn't He say in Mar.11:24 Therefore I say unto you, All things whatsoever ye pray and ask for, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them.???) The strong man said, “Don't they know who I am, and why don't they respect my authority? I am the leader of the most powerful gang”. (No, we don't respect his authority because it is no longer his; it is ours: Luk.10:19 Behold, I have given you authority to tread upon serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall in any wise hurt you. Let us plunder his world.) This is when we all walked out of the bank and back across the campus. (This is the first of three university campuses the Lord is giving to the Man-child ministries to teach in.) Next, we stopped at a deli shop and ordered only a loaf of bread and sat down to eat (possibly meaning that we are partaking of the body of Christ and having fellowship one with another in the Spirit). End of the first part of this dream. The second part of my dream had only me and two other brothers in it. It started with two of us walking to the gas station. As we were walking, I was telling him that this was the gas station I used to walk to when I was a child. (In my dream, I told him of a story involving this gas station that actually happened when I was a child around the age of seven). I proceeded to tell him that when I was younger, I walked to this gas station with some of the neighborhood kids, and while we were getting our soft drinks, one of the kids stole a package of baseball cards. I asked him why he did that and if he knew that was wrong. His reply was, “It's only a pack of baseball cards”. (With the desperate economic situation about to hit our world, the immature in Christ will be tempted to steal and justify it in their minds. But God has a better answer in this dream. Live by faith!) As we approached the gas station, we saw an elderly woman restocking a newspaper stand. The brother wanted to buy the day's newspaper and was holding some money to pay for it. He asked the woman how much it was, and she replied, “I don't know”. We started searching for some sort of price tag and found a couple, but the prices were outrageous, somewhere in the range of $90. Then he said, “It's usually $3.49, but it used to be only 50 cents”. (In the natural and in the tribulation, inflation will to go through the roof and we will need to know the principles of our supernatural provision above to escape this.) We ended up not getting the newspaper. (Filling our minds with the bad news is costly to our lives. Better to refuse it and accept the Good News in the first part of the dream.) End of dream.   Antichrist School System Diana McIlroy - 11/21/2009 (Rex Veron's notes in red) Mat.19:14 But Jesus said, Suffer the little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for to such belongeth the kingdom of heaven. Joh.12:23 And Jesus answereth them, saying, The hour is come, that the Son of man should be glorified. 24 Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a grain of wheat fall into the earth and die, it abideth by itself alone; but if it die, it beareth much fruit. 1st Dream: Shane came home from school with a seed to plant. (Coming home with the seed [teaching] to plant in the midst of the home. Seeds bear fruit of a specific kind; error cannot birth truth, nor truth produce error. A mixture is still error. When Achan took the spoils of the people from Ai, he took that which he was commanded not to take. Not only did he take it but he hid it in the midst of his tent [his heart] among his family [Joshua 7]. We are commanded to “touch not the unclean thing” (Isa.52:11). What better way to propagate error than to start with the children in school? This is also true of the spiritual school, the Church.) We planted it outside and when it grew, it grew all over the farm property -- garden, fields, pastures. (A little leaven leavens the whole lump. 1Cor.5:6 Your glorying is not good. Know ye not that a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump? Satan can use the school system to take over the world with his leaven.) It wasn't a bad plant to look at, but it was useless. We couldn't eat it and the animals couldn't eat it either, but it overgrew the existing crops that we could've eaten. What appeared good had no power to give life. 2Tim.3:5 holding a form of godliness, but having denied the power thereof: from these also turn away. Joh.6:63 It is the spirit that giveth life; the flesh profiteth nothing: the words that I have spoken unto you are spirit, are life. Mat.5:13 Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost its savor, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out and trodden under foot of men. The goal is obvious to look like the church and to talk like the church but to be full of antichrist. Antichrist is not necessarily recognizable; deception is the plan. The plant looked harmless. 2nd Dream: I went to class with Claire. The class was being taught by Oprah Winfrey. (A type of the New Age teaching through the Jezebel spirit that is invading the schools -- physical and spiritual. 2Pet.2:1 But there arose false prophets also among the people, as among you also there shall be false teachers, who shall privily bring in destructive heresies, denying even the Master that bought them, bringing upon themselves swift destruction. 2 And many shall follow their lascivious doings; by reason of whom the way of the truth shall be evil spoken of. 3 And in covetousness shall they with feigned words make merchandise of you: whose sentence now from of old lingereth not, and their destruction slumbereth not.) She proceeds to say, “Now we will watch the video.” The video showed a big animal that you could see through. Behind the bones of the rib cage, there were two children (so basically they were trapped in the belly of the beast). (Nothing is ever mentioned about the children being in “fear”. They are lulled into acceptance of the world beast's methods and belief systems.) Next in the video, they are saying to the kids that they shouldn't listen to their mother. (Antichrist schools are going far beyond their traditional educational role to impose their politics and spiritual understanding on the young minds. This is the seed that invades the house to bring division between the parents. And we have seen this escalate in these days, how they've let in LGBTQ+ and their sick sexual perversion, with transgenders teaching in the schools, purposefully confusing children about their sexuality and telling them to keep their “transgender identity” secret from their parents, and many other lies. The Trump administration has been making many changes to the U.S. Department of Education and cleaning it up.) Luk 12:52-53 for there shall be from henceforth five in one house divided, three against two, and two against three. 53 They shall be divided, father against son, and son against father; mother against daughter, and daughter against her mother; mother in law against her daughter in law, and daughter in law against her mother in law. The DS has thrived on division because of their factious spirit. Father also is dividing His called from among this world. 2Pet 2:15 forsaking the right way, they went astray, having followed the way of Balaam the son of Beor, who loved the hire of wrong-doing; 16 but he was rebuked for his own transgression: a dumb ass spake with man's voice and stayed the madness of the prophet. 17 These are springs without water, and mists driven by a storm; for whom the blackness of darkness hath been reserved. 18 For, uttering great swelling words of vanity, they entice in the lusts of the flesh, by lasciviousness, those who are just escaping from them that live in error; (the children) 19 promising them liberty, while they themselves are bondservants of corruption; for of whom a man is overcome, of the same is he also brought into bondage.) In the video, the two kids inside start reaching through the bones and beating their mother with a stick. 2Ti.3:1-4 But know this, that in the last days grievous times shall come. 2 For men shall be lovers of self, lovers of money, boastful, haughty, railers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, 3 without natural affection, implacable, slanderers, without self-control, fierce, no lovers of good, 4 traitors, headstrong, puffed up, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God. Then the video says, “especially if she is a believer” -- then the two kids start stabbing her. So, then I get up and say, “That's it, we're out of here!” They would let me leave, but not allow my children to come with me. It seemed pretty clear that God was saying to get them out of the traditional school system. So we did. (This is true of the literal and spiritual school systems. This is a warning of that which is already here, regarding the apostate church and leadership. Children generally idolize their teachers. The use of Oprah is a type because of the idolization of such TV personalities, as well as sports figures. This also points children to the “get rich if you believe it my way” teachings. Like the “give to get”, “God doesn't want you poor and you can have everything you want” leadership in most churches of today. The entertainment industry is also a trap for child trafficking and prostitution.)   Jesus Rebukes Worldly, Patriotic Idolatry G.C.- 5/01/07 (David's notes in red) I dreamt I was walking around in a building. I kept seeing paintings and pictures of Jesus of all kinds. In every room there seemed to be a painting or wall mural of Him. This was upsetting because I do not like all the paintings of Jesus, because I know they are idols and pagan images. Then I walked into a classroom with about 30 other American Christians. I recall that most of them were women. They were in long dresses, wearing bonnets and/or veils. Jesus was in the front of the class by the teacher's desk. His face was fuzzy, and I could not make out his facial features. He was standing there talking to the people, and He was very angry with them. He was so upset with what these people had been doing. He was telling them to repent. One of the things I heard Him say was that He was upset that they were actually embracing George W. Bush as a Christian and exalting him as a good man. He was really upset that they could not discern that he was a wicked man. (We should not idolize any person in government or judge them as a ‘Christian' because we don't see as God does. We should not exalt Donald Trump, as well as many in his administration who proclaim Christianity. Christians want to make America a “Christian” nation, which, as we will see, it is not.) This really bothered Him and He was very wroth because of it. You should have seen the room. The women were weeping and wailing, crying out and begging for mercy. Most of them were on their knees and completely terrified and broken. I remember some other things the Lord said. He threatened a plague on them as well for their evils. I don't know if He was merely threatening them with it or if He said that it was absolute. I'm reminded of these scriptures in Eze 8:7-18 And he brought me to the door of the court; and when I looked, behold, a hole in the wall. 8 Then said he unto me, Son of man, dig now in the wall: and when I had digged in the wall, behold, a door. 9 And he said unto me, Go in, and see the wicked abominations that they do here. 10 So I went in and saw; and behold, every form of creeping things, and abominable beasts, and all the idols of the house of Israel, portrayed upon the wall round about. 11 And there stood before them seventy men of the elders of the house of Israel; and in the midst of them stood Jaazaniah the son of Shaphan, every man with his censer in his hand; and the odor of the cloud of incense went up. 12 Then said he unto me, Son of man, hast thou seen what the elders of the house of Israel do in the dark, every man in his chambers of imagery? for they say, Jehovah seeth us not; Jehovah hath forsaken the land. 13 He said also unto me, Thou shalt again see yet other great abominations which they do. 14 Then he brought me to the door of the gate of Jehovah's house which was toward the north; and behold, there sat the women weeping for Tammuz. (The false virgin birthed son of God at Babel) 15 Then said he unto me, Hast thou seen this, O son of man? thou shalt again see yet greater abominations than these. 16 And he brought me into the inner court of Jehovah's house; and behold, at the door of the temple of Jehovah, between the porch and the altar, were about five and twenty men, with their backs toward the temple of Jehovah, and their faces toward the east; and they were worshipping the sun (Baal, the false god) toward the east. 17 Then he said unto me, Hast thou seen this, O son of man? Is it a light thing to the house of Judah that they commit the abominations which they commit here? for they have filled the land with violence, and have turned again to provoke me to anger: and, lo, they put the branch to their nose. (To please the sun god, Nimrod, Baal, false father of Tammuz from Babel, mothered by Semiramis the false virgin.) 18 Therefore will I also deal in wrath; mine eye shall not spare, neither will I have pity; and though they cry in mine ears with a loud voice, yet will I not hear them. The building is the church and the rooms are the different sects. The different images of Jesus represent the different ways they view Jesus -- Who He is and what He does and what He believes, etc.; they are idols and not the true Jesus. They are “another Jesus”, which Paul warned of. The women are the different sects of Christianity who bow down to these idols. Jesus' angry rebuke is a reflection of their need to turn back to the Word and away from their idolatrous religious sects. They are in bed with the beast by confusing the kingdom with worldly government. Their worldly patriotism has caused them to worship one like themselves, a professor but not a possessor of the life and nature of Christ. An honest person only has to read the Sermon on the Mount once to know this. The coming plague represents the coming tribulation, just as the judgments on Egypt were all called plagues. Their grief at Jesus' rebuke for their ignorance of Him and their lack of fruit is similar to these verses in Isaiah: Isa.32:9 Rise up, ye women that are at ease, [and] hear my voice; ye careless daughters, give ear unto my speech. 10 For days beyond a year shall ye be troubled, ye careless women; for the vintage shall fail, the ingathering shall not come. 11 Tremble, ye women that are at ease; be troubled, ye careless ones; strip you, and make you bare, and gird [sackcloth] upon your loins. 12 They shall smite upon the breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine. 13 Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city. 14 For the palace shall be forsaken; the populous city shall be deserted; the hill and the watch-tower shall be for dens for ever, a joy of wild asses, a pasture of flocks; 15 until the Spirit be poured upon us from on high, and the wilderness become a fruitful field, and the fruitful field be esteemed as a forest. 16 Then justice shall dwell in the wilderness; and righteousness shall abide in the fruitful field.   Your House Is Left... Desolate Jarred Smith - 04/04/2008 (David's notes in red) In a dream, I saw a house. There did not appear to be any houses around it and it also seemed that it was elevated on a hill. (The original house of the Lord, His body, the temple.) I was standing, looking at it from a distance of about 30 feet away, so all of the detail of the front of the house was shown. It was beautiful, like a brand-new house that was built. Shiny windows, beautiful doors, new shingles, one-story, no garage and an open dining room with a nice-looking table you could see from the outside. (The Book of Acts Christianity, feeding on the pure unleavened bread of the Word.) THE walkway to the house was new, and the grass was so green you would think they were made of emeralds. (New Life born from above, God's Jewels walking in the WAY of life.) What really set off the grass was the clear and sunny sky above. (There was an open heaven; the SON was not obscured.) There was a sign out front. It was white (holy), newly painted with the words, “WELCOME ALL YE BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN CHRIST”. (There were no denominational divisions, which Paul said was a work of the flesh; for “all ye are brethren”, as Jesus said: Matthew 23:1-12) In the next scene I was looking into the dining room at the nice table. It was a long table, longer than it was wide; it accommodated many people. These were people in everyday casual clothes. I could not overhear the conversation, but it was joyous with laughing and merrymaking. I could pick up on that they were talking about the things of God, possibly Jesus and all of them shared openly, without any form of a leader there or anyone who was running the show. (This is a beautiful picture of the early church gathering to eat the “Bread of Life” which was given for the sins of the whole world. 1Jn.2:2 and he is the propitiation for our sins; and not for ours only, but also for the whole world. Much room to accommodate others. They are dressed casually, not in “church” attire, not in formal clergy outfits or fancy suits. They are joyful with the fruit of the Holy Spirit, and Christ is the Head; no man is running the show as with the Nicolaitan clergy of our day, for the five-fold ministry was used as God's vessel.) I saw this and was about to ask someone there a question about what they were talking about, but all of a sudden, the scene changed again. In the final scene, I was looking at the house from the original point of origin, as in the first scene. This time the house was a total wreck. It seems as if I was transported many years later, and no one was there to take care of the house. There was something different about the house this time. Other than the faded brownish-green yard, the scuffed-up ruined walkway, (the walkway is marred by the “walk” of unclean people) the broken windows, (eyes that cannot see), the dining room table (that was once so beautiful) now a wreck, warped, broken; (Their table is unfit to eat from. Psa.69:22 Let their table before them become a snare; And when they are in peace, [let it become] a trap. 23 Let their eyes be darkened, so that they cannot see; And make their loins continually to shake. 24 Pour out thine indignation upon them, And let the fierceness of thine anger overtake them. 25 Let their habitation be desolate; Let none dwell in their tents. 26 For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; And they tell of the sorrow of those whom thou hast wounded. 27 Add iniquity unto their iniquity; And let them not come into thy righteousness. 28 Let them be blotted out of the book of life, And not be written with the righteous. Their table is the typical apostate church-service format: a few songs, announcements, offering, sermon; week after week.) the shingles were flapping in the wind and missing here and there; there was the sign out front. I looked at it, and nearly all of the white paint was gone and all that was there was bare wood. (Holiness and purity are gone; bare wood: 2Ti.2:20 Now in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and of silver, but also of wood and of earth; and some unto honor, and some unto dishonor.) Instead of reading, “WELCOME ALL YE BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN CHRIST,” it read “WELCOME ALL YE CLERGY AND LAITY”. (The kingdom of God usurped by the NICO-“LAITAN” clergy system of hired professional preachers that God says He hates (Rev. 2:7,15). This is a priestly order between the people (laity) and God that Catholicism and later protestants adopted from the Pharisees.) As soon as I read this, my eyes were opened. This house once belonged to one group of people, and that group of people abandoned the house. (Because it was corrupted.) Now the house belonged to another group of people. (The sheep have left the folds of men, the apostate leaders usurped the house just as they did in Jesus' day.) I was thinking all of this in my head when I heard someone say, “This is the house they, (the first church), met in”. (Falsely proclaiming themselves to be the inheritors of the original faith.) I looked up and saw no one, but instead I saw many other signs around the house to try and cover up the broken windows. (Denominationalism dividing up the house, causing more blindness.) Some repair was made to the shingles, but the grass and the walkway remained the same. Also, it seemed as if the sky, once sunny and clear, was now darkened slightly by overcast clouds. (The church world attempts to substitute its patches of programs, money, entertainment, erroneous teachings like the pre-trib rapture, legalistic tithing, “once saved, always saved”, etc., and so the SON was obscured.) A person came up to me from behind and had a sketch pad and a pencil in his hand. He had asked me to sketch out what the original house looked like when I was there. For some strange reason, an artistic ability came over me and I was able to sketch out the house with precise detail, using just a regular pencil. (In these days God is sending reformers who are giving the revelation of what the original house looked like to the modern church. Ezekiel was a type of the Man-child who was caught up to the throne of God. He was commanded to show the original house to the house. Eze 43:10 Thou, son of man, show the house to the house of Israel, that they may be ashamed of their iniquities; and let them measure the pattern. 11 And if they be ashamed of all that they have done, make known unto them the form of the house, and the fashion thereof, and the egresses thereof (What is leaving the house), and the entrances (What it is to enter the house) thereof, and all the forms thereof, and all the ordinances thereof, and all the forms thereof, and all the laws thereof; and write it in their sight; that they may keep the whole form thereof, and all the ordinances thereof, and do them. 12 This is the law of the house: upon the top of the mountain  (Mount Zion, the Bride) the whole limit (limits of conformity to the Bride) thereof round about shall be most holy. Behold, this is the law of the house. When it came to sketching the sign, I had come to leave it blank. (It is the individual's responsibility to put his name there, to make the original church their church. Jude 3 Beloved, while I was giving all diligence to write unto you of our common salvation, I was constrained to write unto you exhorting you to contend earnestly for the faith which was once for all delivered unto the saints. ... Isa.30:20 And though The Lord give you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, yet shall not thy teachers be hidden anymore, but thine eyes shall see thy teachers; 21 and thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it; when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left.) Why, I don't know, but I then began to sketch out a little girl standing next to and leaning on the sign. (Reformers are giving the revelation of the innocent, young, primitive Church to the modern church.) Once I was done, I was going to go back to the sign and fill in the letters “WELCOME ALL YE BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN CHRIST”. My pencil broke, and something compelled me to put it down and look at the sign once more. I lowered the sketch pad, lifted my eyes and behold, the old house was in worse shape than ever before. (Jesus gave the revelation of the true house and they killed Him for they were unregenerate. All will not be welcome in the original house, only those who come out from among them. Rev.18:2 And he cried with a mighty voice, saying, Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great, and is become a habitation of demons, and a hold of every unclean spirit, and a hold of every unclean and hateful bird. 3 For by the wine of the wrath of her fornication all the nations are fallen; and the kings of the earth committed fornication with her, and the merchants of the earth waxed rich by the power of her wantonness. This time, the sky was almost dark, and a haunting feeling rushed over me as if this were a haunted house. (The great falling away in tribulation of the demon-haunted house of death. Fallen, fallen is Babylon…) There was a mighty wind blowing that seemed to knock me off my feet (tribulation). This time, the house was showing some of the walls busted out, with the studs showing in some places. The grass was no longer there. There was nothing but dirt. (The house of fleshly corruption.) The walkway was torn to bits. There was hardly any trace of it. (“The Way” has been corrupted.) The signs in the windows that the second group had put up were all busted, revealing once again the broken windows. (The denominations joining together as the one-world harlot) The dining room had no table this time for it had deteriorated due to termites or something. (Table of corrupt spiritual food.) The roof was caved in on one side. Overall, the house had been deserted for some time, even after the second group left. I looked at the sign out front. This time the words “WELCOME ALL YE CLERGY AND LAITY” were scratched out to the point you could not even read them. Underneath this was written in big bold letters, in what looked like human blood dripping from them: “TOO LATE”. (Rev.18:24 And in her was found the blood of prophets and of saints, and of all that have been slain upon the earth.) Those who do not forsake the corrupt house will be ruled by the wolves and will be reprobated and condemned to be destroyed by the beast of the world. Rev.17:15 And he saith unto me, The waters which thou sawest, where the harlot sitteth, are peoples, and multitudes, and nations, and tongues. 16 And the ten horns which thou sawest, and the beast, these shall hate the harlot, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and shall burn her utterly with fire. 17 For God did put in their hearts to do his mind, and to come to one mind, and to give their kingdom unto the beast, until the words of God should be accomplished.) I looked at my sketch to see what was going on. The sketch looked like the house I was looking at right now; something had caused my original sketch of the original house to change to what my eyes were seeing before me now. (Given the truth, they turned it into a lie.) I saw the little girl standing next to the sign. The sign read “TOO LATE” in the sketch as well. The little girl's eyes had been darkened out. They were so dark. (Instead of the innocent girl of the primitive Church, there's an immature girl full of hate. 1Jn.2:11 But he that hateth his brother is in the darkness, and walketh in the darkness, and knoweth not whither he goeth, because the darkness hath blinded his eyes.) I looked into those eyes and then heard a beastly, deep roar coming from in the midst. I looked up to see what it was and then I woke up... (The source of her hatred is the Satan-ruled beast that has invaded her. Mat.23:38 Behold, your house is left unto you desolate. But the saints shall say, “Look up, for your redemption draweth nigh”.)

Join Jake and Stephen for an unforgettable milestone—our 500th Episode of The ToosDay Crue!

We're diving into the dramatic start of Big Love Season 3, and tensions are running high. Roman Grant's trial is shaking up the community, and Nikki's desperation for her father's approval leads her to betray other women. Barb faces a frightening cancer scare, Margie struggles with the loss of her mother, and despite it all, Bill is still determined to court Ana as a fourth wife. The weight of polygamy is becoming impossible to ignore — even Bill starts questioning if he's a good man for living the principle. Join us as we break down all the drama, heartbreak, and tough questions in this intense season opener!Chapters:00:00:00 Intense Start to Big Love Season 3 00:04:43 Examination of LDS Membership Dynamics and Social Pressure00:09:34 Evolving Perspectives on Racism within Mormonism00:14:35 Complex Family Dynamics00:19:31 The Influence of LDS Church Standards00:24:25 The Controversy of Polygamy and Celestial Kingdom Beliefs00:29:41 Family Secrets and Manipulation 00:34:38 Life in the FLDS and the Absence of Birth Certificates00:40:15 Nikki's Realization of Her Father's True Nature BigLove #BigLoveHBO #Polygamy #SisterWives #FLDS #MormonFundamentalism #TVReaction #DramaSeries #RealityCheckJoin our NEW Patreon HERE: https://patreon.com/growingupinpolygamyIf you or someone you love has left polygamy and needs assistance, please reach out to "Holding Out HELP" at 801-548-3492 or visit their website at www.holdingouthelp.orgAt Growing Up In Polygamy our mission is to "Create compassion for communities that have been misunderstood, marginalized and/or abused by their leaders, and to empower those who have left by giving them a platform to share their stories with the world."If you would like to DONATE to this cause you can do so here: https://donorbox.org/growing-up-in-polygamyInsta: @growingupinpolygamyNew website is now up! www.growingupinpolygamy.comTheme Song created by @artcowles Please feel free to reach out to us!growingupinpolygamy@gmail.com✅SUBSCRIBE NOW : https://shorturl.at/inqrE#like #comment #post #share and #encourage other to #subscribe to the channel.

In this episode of the Family Biz Show, host Michael Palumbos is joined by executive coach and author Cathy Carroll to explore the emotional and strategic tensions unique to leading a family-owned business. Drawing on personal experience and her new book Hug of War: How to Lead a Family Business with Both Love and Logic, Cathy reveals how families can navigate leadership challenges, intergenerational conflict, and complex relationship dynamics with clarity and compassion. The conversation dives deep into the concept of polarities—opposing truths that both carry value—and how recognizing them can transform everything from governance decisions to estate planning. Cathy and Michael discuss critical tensions like fairness vs. equality, tradition vs. innovation, structure vs. flexibility, and revealing vs. concealing wealth. Through real-life stories, including Cathy's own journey of working with her father, they unpack how forgiveness, intentional leadership development, and healthy conflict can strengthen families and businesses alike.   Takeaways  Family businesses must manage emotional and operational polarities—there is rarely one right answer. Governance should be structured, but flexible enough to evolve with the family's needs. Fairness doesn't always mean equality—especially when it comes to compensation and ownership. Healthy task conflict can drive innovation, while relationship conflict can destroy trust. Estate planning requires balancing transparency with timing and maturity. Power dynamics, especially between generations, must be managed with awareness and intention. Forgiveness is a leadership tool—starting with yourself and extending to family members. Preparing next-generation leaders requires more than a title—it requires mentorship, coaching, and clarity.   Chapters:  00:00 – Welcome & Guest Introduction 01:25 – Cathy Carroll's Family Business Background 02:20 – The Challenges of Working for Her Father 06:20 – What “Hug of War” Means in Family Business 08:12 – The Concept of Polarities: Business vs. Family Mindset 10:15 – Domain Crossover Power: Business vs. Family Influence 14:45 – Missed Conversations and End-of-Life Regrets 19:50 – Succession Planning: Equal vs. Equitable 21:10 – Estate Planning: Reveal vs. Conceal 23:55 – Cathy's Polarity Mapping Tool Explained 28:12 – Independence vs. Interdependence in Family Roles 32:54 – Balancing Tradition and Innovation 35:07 – In-Laws and Inclusion in Governance 39:24 – The Need for Flexible Governance 42:36 – The Role of Forgiveness in Family Business 44:51 – Cathy's Journey to Self-Compassion and Understanding 47:01 – How to Recognize When You're in a Polarity, Not a Problem 50:00 – Tools for Navigating Difficult Conversations 52:20 – Cathy's Final Advice for Family Business Leaders

Watch this episode on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxYl_x0xD0Y In this episode of 'Needs Some Introduction,' host Victor, joined by Sona, delves into the complexities and revelations of the 'Severance' Season 2 finale. They discuss the new challenges and character developments, particularly focusing on the interplay between any and Audi versions of the characters. Key points include the philosophical implications of reintegration, the motivations driving Helena and her father, and the logistical inconsistencies in Lumen's operations. The duo also speculates on potential plot directions for Season 3, highlighting the ethical and personal conflicts that may arise. The episode balances in-depth discussion with humor, making it a comprehensive wrap-up for fans of the series. https://www.youtube.com/@needssomeintroduction7845 mailto:needssomeintroduction@gmail.com   01:25 Listener Feedback and Reviews 02:14 Exploring the Lumen Facility 05:55 Breaking Down 'Cold Harbor' Episode 10:43 Helly and Her Father's Complex Relationship 16:04 Mark's Inner Conflict and Reintegration 31:11 Dylan's Decision and Milchick's Role 42:47 The Marching Band Surprise 48:55 Dismantling Painful Memories 49:20 Philosophical Musings on Pain and Identity 50:32 The Duality of Pain and Innocence 52:28 The Cruelty of Infertility 53:27 The Mystery of the Goats 55:31 The Nefarious Nature of Lumen 58:34 The Fight Sequence and Its Consequences 01:00:53 The Hallway Chase and Cold Storage Room 01:04:21 Reunion and Thresholds 01:09:40 Speculations and Theories for Season Three 01:24:22 Final Thoughts and Future Expectations

Bestselling fantasy author Jon R. Osborne discusses his new book, “House of Owls,” and the many exciting things happening around the world of the Milesian Accords. Chris Kennedy also stops by the show to discuss this months' slate of CKP new releases along with his upcoming appearances at MarsCon (Virginia Beach), MidSouthCon (Memphis), and the Superstars writing conference (Colorado Springs). CKP New Release Segment: ·         Hero's Shadow by Fred Hughs (Heroes of Brittania) ·         Blood of Her Father by Kacey Ezell and Marrisa Wolf (Ashes of Entecea)  ·         Disloyal Opposition by Jon Siers (Lunar Free State) ·         New Empires by William S. Frisbee (The Conglomerate) ·         House of Owls by Jon R. Osborne (Milesian Accords) ·         Opening Moves by Chris Kennedy (Symbiote Wars) Interview Segment: Jon Osborne ·         Introducing the House of Owls ·         Infusing Celtic mythology into the Milesian Acords ·         Writing ancient mythology characters into a modern society setting ·         Giving obscure Celtic characters their time to shine on the page ·         Writing by the seat of the pants… with a plan ·         More Milesian books on the way ·         Jon's Berserkers return to the 4HU Visit jonrosborne.com to learn more about Jon and his books. You can also follow him on Facebook. Five-star reviews on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, etc. are much appreciated, as are show likes and channel subscriptions on the CKP YouTube Channel. To learn more about CKP and its books, visit chriskennedypublishing.com.

Taliyah.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. By lunchtime, she was beginning to feel somewhat selfish. Mikhail had been attentive with a totally unexpected devotion all morning long. While Taliyah was emotionally conflicted about her parent's most recent feuding, it was systematic of a much deeper rift she'd always felt among them. She'd always sensed it; as if something was missing in their lives.To be honest with herself, at first she'd been secretly pleased when Brandy's home life had imploded last summer. Not only had she found herself lusting for Darius over Rashaan, she'd long been envious of the seeming closeness between Big Bob and Jodi May. She'd felt furtive elation when Brandy's mom eloped with Senior Deputy Jenks, shattering the illusion of their happy household.Only later, as she saw the daily sadness in Big Bob, had she begun to regret her envy-driven vindictiveness. Unlike her own, rather distant Father, Big Bob Carson had always made Taliyah welcome in his home and with his daughter. His treatment of her had never jibed with the claims about the White man's supposed racism. In her home, they joked about him, yet she'd never heard Big Bob make a single racist slur in her presence.No, Brandy's Dad had treated her like his second daughter; even going so far to call out Brandy when she was being a bitch to her. As far back as elementary school, he'd made her feel as if Taliyah had a second house to call home; and then Taliyah had repaid his repeated kindness by taking perverse pleasure as his home fell apart. She'd watched Brandy fall into depravity under Darius' spell and said nothing.Taliyah wondered about the vagaries of karma. Brandy's family had been ripped apart and now so was hers. Brandy had found Vlad and now she had Mikhail. This morning, Brandy's mom had come back; and her Mom was here as well. But her Father was nowhere in evidence. Her Mother, Madam Mayor, hadn't mentioned him once.‘Taliyah,' Kaelyne disturbed her ruminations, ‘we're picking sides for volleyball.'Kaelyne was another transformative presence who had snuck into her life as of late. Her knee-jerk reaction when learning the little White girl had a lesbian crush on her was to lash out and mock her. That had infuriated Mrs. Samsonov, pain had rapidly followed. That old White bitch had forced Taliyah to apologize the next day.Over the rest of the following week Taliyah had found herself studying the way Kaelyne looked at her; and hadn't been repulsed. Still, until today she hadn't taken the lesbian's affections seriously. Kaelyne was sensitive to Taliyah's pain and~ compassionate without being obtrusive. Taliyah had responded with a lessening of her often acidic wit.With Brandy taking on solo duties as hostess, Taliyah had been able to recoup in the company of her boyfriend; and 'girlfriend'; thus the source of her guilt. According to Mrs. Samsonov's plan, Brandy and Taliyah had to share their guys with the rest of the Cheer Squad over the course of the day.From what they'd been told, it would keep the cheerleaders firmly out of the hands of the Football Team and other member of the 'Cult of the BBC'; as that racist, psychotic bitch, Gayle Samsonov, called it. And, from what Taliyah and Brandy could see, it made all the ones who had been with their fellas so far want them and only them; it was spooky and somewhat frustrating to watch because Mikhail was her man, damn it!Not in the way Rashaan had been her man because Rashaan hadn't even been his own man, just another pawn of Darius Pope's little high school empire; like her and Brandy. Maybe that was why she was so drawn to the youngest triplet's fierce independence. He was harder to influence than Rashaan had been; which wasn't quite so.She could, in private, convince Rashaan to do things, plan things and stand up for himself, but all the results of her efforts evaporated when he was around Darius; and now she realized that would always be the case for someone like Rashaan. He was good looking and could project leadership, but there was never anything behind it. No drive. No great willpower to overcome any real opposition; and most likely, there never would be.With Mikhail; God! He was so different. Sure he was infuriating, but Taliyah found herself able to cut loose around him; to pop him one when she felt he was doing something stupid; and it wasn't as if he even minded. Oh no, that didn't mean he'd acquiesce, far from it. Normally he'd laugh and evade, taunting her. Yet, that was the way he'd grown up around his brothers and Taliyah was beginning to figure out he was allowing her to treat him the same way; that was was something special.He and his brothers were rough-n-tumble. They had a code for their fighting. While their Code didn't make the inevitable conflicts any less brutal, it at the same time expressed ample fair play, honesty and integrity. And afterwards; there was never any ill will between them. They fought and shit got settled; and Taliyah liked that. That Mikhail allowed her to lay into him was, according to his Mamma, very intimate and personal; and Taliyah was coming to appreciate this fact.‘Mikhail, why don't you and Kaelyne teach my 'Sisters' on the Cheer Squad some manners,' she touched his hand. They were side by side at the counter in the kitchen, him finishing off a few carrot slices while she drank some Gatorade. ‘I need to talk to my Mamma; alone.' Mikhail gave her a brief eye contact, nodded once, and then turned to leave.‘Kaelyne,' she found herself reaching out, stroking the girl's cheek and rubbing her earlobe, ‘Thank you.' The way the smaller woman positively glowed gave Taliyah a spike of pride. She still didn't think she was into girls, but she'd been showering with Brandy since before they were teenagers. A few times Brandy had ran her hands curiously over her darker friend's skin, wishing she tanned so well.In turn, Taliyah had run her hands through Brandy's long, blonde hair, feeling the difference between its silky texture and her own, coarser locks and wishing her hair was so easy to manage. The two girls, lifelong friends, had never considered their behavior anything which 'made them gay'. They were curious and comfortable in each other's presence was all.Taliyah pushed herself away from the counter, turned and dismounted her stool. She'd put up a wall against the World all morning long and she knew she was better than that. She'd wanted her Mother to come and talk to her; to talk to her about her Father; her Mother's husband; and what she was going to do about fixing things. Her Mamma was always the responsible one in the family and had taught her daughter to be the same way. Somehow; her Mamma had to make this right.Le ‘Pearl' Yates.For Le it had been a wild, chaotic week. Things had started out so bad, but not in a way the other girls in the Cheer Squad would have understood. Monday morning, like most of the others; except Brandy and Taliyah; she had been seriously jonesing for some BBC. Hell, unlike every other member of the squad, getting the best cock was why she'd fought so hard to be selected as one of the school's elite bitches in the first place.She hadn't always been that way.Le had been a late bloomer. Worse, she'd never been part of any crowd while growing up. Her Vietnamese-American Mother had come to Kingston from the Texas Gulf Coast to be a nurse. Her Father, the White guy her Mother married, was an oilman working in the Gulf of Mexico months at the time.He was really happy when his wife told him she was pregnant. His company even flew him to Arkansas when she went into delivery early. Let's just say his reaction when he held 'his' daughter wasn't all that joyous. He divorced her a year later and Le had only seen him a few times since. Things had been; tense.It took her a few years to figure out she wasn't like anyone else. Her Mother's extended family, fisher-folk back in Texas, always treated her badly and the younger ones called her names, which was why her Mom had returned to Kingston after a few years. When she was six, she finally figured out she was a 'half-breed' and not in a 'good way'. No White blood had 'watered' down her complexion.Her eyes were product of her Mother's Vietnamese heritage while her nose was from West Africa. He skin was darker than her Mother's, not lighter, and she was much taller, at 5'9', and a compact 112 lbs. Her ass was 'black enough', but her chest was 'too Asian' as in she clearly had the smallest bra size on the team.At the age of eight she'd finally asked her rather traditional Mother who her 'real' Daddy was. On her twelfth birthday, her Mother, after years of badgering, finally broke down and told Le the story. She'd been 'seduced' by a groundsman on the A S U Kingston campus while her 'White' Daddy had been away for months and months at sea. He'd been a smooth operator, her Mother told her.'But why isn't that man my Father now?' she'd pressed her Mother. She'd graduated to referring to the nebulous sperm donor as Father when she was ten. Her Mother hung her head in shame then confessed the Black bastard hadn't wanted her. When she'd told him she was pregnant with what was most likely his child, he'd seemed happy at first.Only as she got 'bigger', things had changed. One day she stumbled upon him cheating with another nursing student. She'd exploded in tears. After the 'new' girl had fled, he 'confessed' he had yet another girl pregnant and two other kids by two other women; and it was over between them. He dumped her.So, her Mother had prayed somehow Le would be born without her White Father figuring out her betrayal; but that hadn't worked out either. She even gave Le the sperm donor's name, Claude Sexton. It turned out Le had sixteen half-brothers and –sisters (by five different women) and he was currently serving time in prison for pharmaceutical theft. Claude's Mamma, her Granny, claimed he was 'not guilty' and some jealous bitch (usually White in her rantings) had set him up;What had fascinated Le though was the 'why' of her Mother's betrayal of her White 'Father'. The few times she'd met him he'd seemed nice. He had remarried, still made good money and had two other, White, children these days. He had never been cruel to her Mother as far as her Mother had ever revealed; so why had she jumped on some Black cock and risked such a profitable union?At the age of twelve, Le was still gangly and under-developed. Puberty was late to the party. Shortly after her Mom's revelation, she began looking at the Black boys at school differently. They were still going from the phase of teasing and bullying girls (and being teased and bullied by some of the bigger girls) to sending the ladies looks of hungry confusion.No guys ever looked at Le that way back then; but suddenly she wanted them to. When she entered High School, she was 'introduced' to the Cheer Squad / Football Team dynamic. All the hottest Black guys and most beautiful girls (Black and White) belonged to that top social tier; and she had no hope of getting in the way she was.She also had another niggling problem. She was smart and unfortunately, smart girls were Not what those two groups were looking for.But, Le had a Plan. First off, she took up a paper route to make enough money to join the Dance School; because the Cheerleaders always seemed to pick the Hot girls with dance experience; and her Mother couldn't afford to send her with what she made.Secondly, she began purposely getting 25 to 35% of all her homework and test answers wrong. Le had to lower her academic profile starting her freshman year so hopefully no one would remember how smart she had been in Middle School. She added to this deception by telling everyone her name was 'Pearl', even the teachers, and always wearing long pig tails because she thought it fed into the ‘Cutesy' Asian stereotype; and they bought it.Lastly, she began working on her physique and fashion sense to make herself more noticeable to the people who really mattered. Her body's natural development helped. Belatedly her hormones kicked in and her breast began to get bigger. Of equal importance, with all her exercise and dedication her 'lower chasse' began getting the boy's notice. When their eyes finally got to her face, they also noticed how exotically different she was.She enjoyed the first touching; and kissing. She also knew the unspoken rules: Don't be a skank and put out for just anybody. The Football Team only selected the most choice ladies and that included the ones they didn't consider 'total whores'; thus their exclusive property.She lucked out by having Randi Leigh Upshaw befriend her. Randi Leigh's mother had been a cheerleader back in the day and was currently a school booster and member of the PTA. Sure, Randi Leigh was a condescending, manipulative bitch, but she opened doors into social circles which would have been far harder to breach as an outsider.And all that degradation and hard work had paid off when the old Cheer Squad Team Captain handed her a cheer uniform, welcomed her to the team and then introduced her to her first gang-bang. Five long hours afterwards, the smiling Captain gave her a 'Morning After' pill and told her were to go to get her I U D. She'd been taking BBC five / six times a week ever since and loving it; her Mother's infidelity finally understood.Until, for some bizarre reason, Brandy and Taliyah, this year's Co-Captains, had decided to launch an utterly unlooked for and unwanted rebellion against Darius Pope; Football God and one of the best cocks on the team. Le had been blind-sided, as had all of the other cheerleaders. The only two questions were how much hell was Darius going to put those two through for their impertinence and who would end up in the top spot once he was done.But then Darius and six other footballers (including two of the other best cocks in Le's estimation) were destroyed in the school parking lot after a game. Her whole world appeared to crumble and changed. Randi Leigh; idiotically; threw herself at Rashaan as if he could somehow assume Darius' mantle. Le initially supported her because at least Randi Leigh promised a return to the glorious days of orgies and bukkake cum baths.Wednesday morning, it hadn't taken a telepath, or that guy from Psych, to figure out something serious had happened to both Randi Leigh and Sultana (the other challenger). Randi Leigh couldn't even keep Betty Jo Sterling (her other supporter) in line and poor Betty Jo was easily amused by a laser pointer and kitten emojis for God's sake!All that led to her being highly suspicious of Taliyah luring her, Vantrice Kirby and Mia Ryker to the Music Room during Lunch Thursday. Taliyah had told them the whole team was meeting yet when Le surreptitiously checked her iPhone App, only Brandy's phone was close by. She was actually kind of terrified some sort of beat-down was in the offing when they stumbled in and found;; Mikhail and Vlad Samsonov reclining on the piano cover with a sexual sated; no, devastated, Brandy Crystal Carson curled up between them. Le knew what 'fucked stupid' looked like and Brandy definitely qualified. Vantrice and Mia began protesting (these 'boys' weren't on the Football Team). Le was busy putting 'A' together with 'B' then 'C'.In this case: (A) Brandy and Taliyah's sudden defiance, (B) Randi Leigh and Sultana's sudden cessation of (serious) resistance and now (C) Brandy's obvious physical pleasure radiating out for all to see. Le's ever-present blow-pop nearly fell out of her mouth in shock. Whatever her other two teammates (Vantrice and Mia) were thinking, Le knew she had to have 'some of that'.‘Which one is for me?' she had turned to Taliyah, her carefully crafted 'silly little Asian girl' façade momentarily slipping. Taliyah grinned like the sly fox she thought she was.‘Mikhail is mine, but I can share,' she purred as she began to strip. Even as she joined Taliyah in removing her clothing, Le did her own eyeball math. Mikhail was definitely more intrigued with Vantrice than either her, or Mia.How did she know the difference between the two triplets? Well, anyone who thought it was Mikhail beaten up by Darius' people, not Alexander, was a fool. Darius wouldn't have made that error. Otherwise, Mikhail was looking at them like a starving wolf staring at pieces of meat; or sheep. Vlad's eyes kept flickering down to Brandy in something a less romantic person could confuse with love. She headed toward Vlad.‘Can you make me happy like Brandy?' Le sashayed toward the middle triplet, socially shedding 60 IQ points along the way. Boys liked them dumb, right?‘Le,' he smiled; not leered, ‘I think I can make you your own kind of happy,' he volleyed back. Okay, that second part was kind of sappy, but he actually recalled her real first name which hadn't happened in over a year.‘Pearl, stop that,' Vantrice got indignant. ‘These White boys; ‘‘I want to look like Brandy,' Le looked over her shoulder. ‘Don't you?'Vantrice stuttered, Mia was indecisive, Taliyah clearly wasn't going to let them bolt without a struggle and Mikhail was closing in to help.‘Sorry Mia, but I have a hunger for Black chicks,' he moved the blonde aside.‘What?' from Mia.‘Huh?' from Vantrice and;‘Best watch yourself, Mister,' from Taliyah, all aimed at Mikhail. Le opted to focus on Vlad who was certainly fixated on her.‘I want to taste,' she settled down beside him, reaching for his delicious looking piece of man-meat.‘How about we '69'?' he offered.‘I like the way you think,' she glowed. Normally they didn't give her the option. Le put her blow-pop on a desk then went to work.‘Eep!' she squeaked as he effortlessly picked her up and laid her out beside Brandy. He took a few licks of her vulva then;‘Mia, come over here,' he beckoned the blonde girl who seemed to be at loose ends. Le was too busy exploring the texture and taste of his glans and shaft. It was her first White cock; she'd had thicker; yet she felt it would be more than enough to satisfy if Vlad's stamina equaled his dimensions;‘Lay down beside her,' Vlad had directed Mia. She still seemed uncertain and Le wanted to keep Vlad happy for the nonce, so she reached up, took Mia by the hand and gently pulled her to her side.‘Ah; ‘ Mia began purring. Vlad must have been physically stimulating her with his right hand even as his mouth and left hand pleasured her. Damn; Vlad knew his stuff.The real magic began when, after she let him know she was ready; which had always been the reason for guys going down on her, to get her engine running; Vlad had gone to town on her cunt. He licked, tongue-twirled and nibbled her clit, put three fingers into her snatch and, after some teasing, another in her ass. She'd never had a guy pet her G-spot before, but Vlad did.Her inarticulate utterances weren't new, but more protracted than she was used to. She recovered quickly, yet not quickly enough to stop her new lover from moving on to Mia who gladly let him go down on her as well. Le had propped herself up and begun to look around when she noticed a reclining Brandy studying the three of them.‘That felt nice, really nice,' she communicated after a few seconds.‘Don't I know it,' Brandy sighed. She didn't seem to be unhappy with her, or Vlad. There was a pregnant pause as Vlad continued to devote himself to Mia's gratification. ‘All three triplets are wonderful, but I think I've got the best one.'‘Are we ever going to be with the Football Team again?' Le'd wondered.‘Hmmm; ‘ Brandy frowned then, ‘Vlad, Pearl isn't convinced.'And then he'd gone and 'convinced' her, which had been odd. For a moment, when he returned to her, he'd seemed distracted, or put out. Once he made eye contact, Le felt as if their whole world contracted down to just the two of them.Or that was how it had been recalled by Le later as she tried to remember every erotic murmur, sensuous movement, whispered word and tantalizing slap of flesh against flesh. They hadn't fucked. They had made love and until Vlad, she hadn't know the difference. It was sex; but with the difference being she felt he really gave a damn, and not only about how she felt right then, but how she felt, period. It had been so different; and exciting; and so worth repeating.Which brought her back to today, at Brandy's house, playing around the pool and trying not to pull Vlad aside for another round of whatever he had done to her. Le had been trying to figure out this new pecking order and how to best profit from it. She wasn't so egotistical she thought she could steal Vlad away from Brandy; she accepted Brandy had more of the feminine traits which drew Vlad's eyes.Then there was the ravenous way Randi Leigh regarded the young man when she thought Brandy wasn't keeping an eye on her. The way Betty Jo and Alondra teased him was even;‘You spend a whole bunch of time watching what other people are doing,' was whispered into her ear. Le nearly tumbled off the recliner she'd been using.She was able to catch her blow-pop before it fell out of her mouth with judicious use of her lips thus buying her a little more time and stopping her from gasping in fear. Mrs. Samsonov had snuck up on her.‘Ma; Ma; Mrs. Samsonov? Huh?' she was a bit too slow on the comeback.‘You can call me Gayle,' the crouched, mature lady regarded her; much like a feral cat gazing at a frightened field mouse.‘Ah; okay, Gayle,' she hammed it up with a cute tilt of the head. The older woman's eyes narrowed.‘I am beginning to think you aren't quite as dumb as you pretend to be,' Gayle murmured. ‘Now why would that be?'‘What be?' Le played along. Mrs. Samsonov's look became downright menacing.‘I don't like being played for the fool,' she whispered. ‘I'm real sure Vlad and his brothers will be even less amused.'Then, in a flash, the triplet's mother stood and smiled down at her, though Le could sense the humor didn't touch her eyes, or her words. ‘Have fun this weekend, Pearl. Act dumb around school if you like, but my children and I don't have time for such games.'‘I; Mrs.; Gayle, why; how did you figure it out?' Le's protests went from lame to a whisper. When denial was clearly no longer an option, she wanted to know what she'd done to give herself away.Gayle studied her for a few; very long; seconds.‘Smart people can act stupid, but stupid people can't act smart. That being said, really dumb people have bad body posture, often have their mouths open when they don't know what to say; not your candy; and don't react when they themselves say stupid shit,' Gayle enlightened her.‘You make simple statements, but not stupid ones; like Alondra and Betty Jo do. They stay stupid things while you don't. True, they are dumber than most, but they are the ones you are trying to model yourself after, failing, and failing in a manner a suitably observant person can pick up on. After all, for the past two years, how many guys, or girls, have wanted to test your conversational skills?'Le was taken aback at how helpful the older lady was and began taking mental notes.‘Are you; how angry are you with me?' Le worried.‘We accept you've had to deal with different social factors at Davis Consolidated (High School) before we came here. Choices you made last year and before now are in the past. If you don't want to learn from your mistakes, that's on you.'‘If we change?'‘You are no longer cum dumps for the Football Teams. You are the Supreme Female Social Organization with the Samsonov boys making sure you won't be abused, or used as sexual trophies.‘But there still will be sex?' Le gulped. Gayle Samsonov's countenance was downright savage.‘Would you do every member of the Football Team, or just my Vlad?' she posed the question (trap). Le really liked the Football gangbangs, blowjobs and bukkake sessions. Her hunger to embrace the madness which had turned her Mother away from her (White) Father and brought her (Le) into existence came into conflict with her desire to recapture the personal experience she'd shared with Vlad.‘Isn't he mostly interested in Brandy?'‘He's devoted to Brandy, but Brandy will let him spend time with you as long as you support Brandy and Taliyah; plus you keep Vlad's interest because it is the right thing to do,' Mrs. Samsonov explained. Le wasn't used to thinking of either Brandy, or Taliyah, as magnanimous, except;‘Do Brandy and Taliyah confide in you?' Le made an educated leap. Of course, Taliyah's mother was opposed to all things Fonteneau; but here she was, chaperoning the same party, and Brandy had been utterly under Darius' spell at the start of the year; yet clearly was now madly devoted to Gayle's middle son.Gayle's grin lost some of its hostile quality.‘Clever indeed.'Le gave a shy smile in response.‘Enjoy the weekend, Pearl. Open up to Vlad if you get the chance. He's not intimidated by smart women, he likes reading; not as much as sex, but he's still happy to learn; and teach,' Gayle imparted. As she walked away, Le had to wonder how her whole world had transformed; no; evolved. She hoped it was evolving into something much more intriguing than what they were all surrendering. She jumped up and ran to catch up with the older woman. There was so much more she could learn.Victoria ‘Mad Vicky' Orem.‘Come on, Alexander, join us beating up these cheerleader-bitches,' Vicky pleaded with the oldest Samsonov triplet. She'd scampered over to him because her team needed the help and she wasn't sure Kaelyne would be able to return with Mikhail (and Taliyah) from inside.Currently it was her, Kaelyne, Vlad, Sgt. Louisa Petrakis (the State Cop) and Ms. Blanchard versus Missy Brandy, Sultana, Noémie Lucie, Amber Lee and Misty Dawn. With the size, or lack thereof, of herself and Kaelyne, the plan was to replace Ms. Blanchard and the Sarge with Mikhail and/or Alexander.‘I'm still busted up,' he grinned up at her.‘Oh, come on. Don't be a wimp,' she teased him, her fists on her thin, boney hips and thrust out her small chest. Her brand new white, string bikini shown on her tan-less body with the top being so conservative with the fabric it consisted of little more than two tringles kept together by their tie strings. If only she'd had more than 'A' cup sized boobs to fill them;‘Well, if you can pull me up, I'll do my best,' he conceded. Sure, she was 90 lbs. soaking wet while he was 220 lbs., but Vicky was fearless and determined to avenge the earlier pool massacre. She yanked, yanked, made some progress then went for a two hand grip on his left hand. Alexander reversing things, lightning-quick and pulled her down across his body, catching her by surprise.‘Hey!' she protested quite vocally.‘I'd like to kiss you,' Alexander requested passionately.Shock, pleasure, leaning down into Alexander; and nipping his nose.‘Ow,' he complained.‘Took you long enough,' Vicky teased him.Alexander's sudden, expressive and very public sign of affection had been the last thing she'd expected. Yes, they had exchanged sexually charged barbs and erotic innuendo for the past few days; but honestly, Vicky had felt the Samsonov she craved was beyond her. She Knew all the cheerleaders were better looking and even Kaelyne had bigger boobs. Even the 'old ladies' were disappointingly curvaceous, busty and intriguing; at least to the guys.‘Am I going to get that kiss?' Alexander brightened up.‘I don't know,' she vaulted onto his recliner so she ended up straddling his stomach just above the top of his trunks. ‘I kinda like the idea of sexually torturing you,' she added as she sat down; on him.‘Vicky!' Kaelyne reappeared out of the house with Mikhail. ‘Are you two coming?'‘Ocupado!' Vicky triumphantly pronounced. Only then, with her palms placed on Alexander's muscular pectorals, did she lean in for that kiss.‘Yippee!' Kaelyne whooped back. She truly was Vicky's best friend.‘Hey Vicky, don't break him,' Mikhail added in his own teasing.‘I make no promises,' Vicky shot back loudly and proudly. In reality, she had zero sexual experience. She had just had her first kiss; which was warm, wet and wonderful; and she was totally virgin.Vicky had never fit in, battled with ADHD most of her life and had never felt the desire to conform to any of the norms of Kingston, or Davis County. Her hair was always off-color, her only true friend was a shy, introverted, gun-loving lesbian nearly as physically under-developed as she was and, despite the oft-promise of pain, she'd never knuckled under to the bullies.Her musical tastes were unknown bands from other continents and she despised the Sports Religion, so she had expected to serve out her High School years in social exile; but the arrival of the Samsonov's had changed all that. Now she was at a Pool Party with the Cheer Squad; even though as an addendum to Kaelyne; and sexually taunting one hunk of a guy.They kissed twice more before Vicky began serpentining down his body. Lips caressed Alexander's chin, Adam's apple and sternum. Awkwardly, she reached a hand between them and between her spread legs, patting her partner's swimsuit. It took him a few seconds to figure out what Vicky was searching for.‘Umm,' he coughed, somewhat embarrassed. Vicky was turning out to be far more physically aggressive than he'd assumed. ‘It has; ah; expanded down my left leg.'‘Oh!' Vicky popped up, giving Alexander a wicked grin like some demented pixie. ‘Thanks.'She was doubly pleased. He was both not so offended as to be put off plus he was aroused. Check that; triply pleased! Alexander's Baloney Pony Was Huge! (In her inexperienced estimation). She grabbed that manly earthworm and began maneuvering it 'due north'. Soon it was rubbing beneath her covered vulva. Wiggling on it felt wonderful.Alexander's moan was almost as pleasing.‘Oh; ‘ she taunted him, ‘does someone like that?'Alexander gave two, pained nods.What 'Mad Vicky' lacked in real world expertise she compensated for with a rich, diverse and ignored 'For 18+' warning labels, internet history.She pushed herself up slowly, adding an extra twist to her wicked grin when Alexander's eyes flickered to her bikini-top covered assets. Her own quick assessment revealed that while her breasts remained small, her puffy areolas and thick, stubby nipples were flushed with blood and making indentations against her scanty covering. As she kept pushing up, Vicky couldn't help but feel victorious.She had Alexander's cock angling toward his belly button (with the tip no longer contained by his trunks) which had the added benefit of the muscle separating her labia (though equally under wraps). Damn, it felt fine! Vicky was now perpendicular to Alexander's reclining form. Her guy / victim was totally focused on her. The only thing which could make things better was to; He he he he; rub it in.Vicky raised her arms over her head, fingers interlocked then began gyrating and rocking back and forth on his aroused rod.‘Oh Yeah!' she exulted. Things only got better.After a few cycles, Alexander propped himself up with his right elbow and reached out with his left hand, placing it just below her right breast.Vicky figured he was testing her reactions. She was positively luminescent. The oldest Samsonov triplet took that as permission to move three fingers up so he could began playing with her erect nipple through her top. That felt so fine, too. The better, kept getting better.‘Hey!' Misty Dawn Sizemore protested. ‘What's that little freak doing with our guy?'Yep! Vicky's soul soared. She'd stolen a guy the cheerleaders wanted. She was doing her rendition of a barrel-riding/pole-dancing girl routine on top of him for all of those bitches to see. And the better just kept on coming.‘You like?' she resumed her taunting. Alexander nodded again. His words were unexpected.‘I really like your body, Vicky,' he expressed with such genuine openness and innocent trust it caused the tiny temptress to pause.‘You do, don't you?' she barely annunciated.‘Yeah. These nipples look absolutely delicious, you have this pert, tight little ass that wiggles every time you take a bouncing step and your smile is luminous, Vicky. Has no one has ever told you that before?'She digested his compliments and more before deciding he both was not playing her and was really, really sweet.‘No,' she added a little extra wiggle, ‘You would be the first.' Pause. ‘So, you like watching my ass?'‘Behave,' Gayle Samsonov shouted from across the pool. She and Pearl Yates were walking together down to the lawn set aside for the volleyball match.So many replies;‘But I don't want to,' Vicky faux-whined. ‘He's so yummy.'‘I wasn't talking to you, Vicky. I was warning my eldest,' Gayle laughed.‘I don't want to, Ma,' Alexander joined the protest. ‘She's so yummy!'‘Don't make me come over there,' Gayle stopped and shook her finger in their direction. Alexander flopped down and groaned. He even draped his left elbow over his eyes.‘Does this mean we stop?' Vicky get gyrating on his cock.‘I'm afraid so. Going against my Ma is dangerous. Her mean-streak is legendary among those lucky enough to be left alive,' he moaned. ‘Trust me, Vicky' he moved his arm so they were making long, in depth eye contact once more, ‘I'll get you later.'‘What about all the other girls?' she play-pouted. She was really loving this banter.‘Can I leave it at 'Mom's evil plan requires me and my Brothers to romance the Cheer Squad'; please?' Alexander frowned. Vicky wanted to know more. Accepting anything with blind obedience wasn't in her. ‘You are the one who engages me. I confess I didn't see you right away. I had some other crap on my mind, but I see you now and I'm honest about really liking what you're showing.'Pause.‘You are still going to fuck me, right?' she ground her crotch down on his cock.‘Hell yeah,' he coughed. ‘Can't you feel how hard you are making me?'‘Teehee,' Vicky giggled. ‘Just don't go all around school bragging about it,' she reiterated an earlier exchange they'd shared. ‘I'm not that kind of girl.' Total Lie.‘As I recall you are a 'write her name on the bathroom stalls' kind of girl,' he laughed.Vicky snickered.‘Don't make me have to tattoo my name on your dick,' she faux-threatened.‘Ouch,' Alexander winched. ‘Have I told you how much I adore your ass?'‘And my eyes,' she preened. She gave his cock one more vigorous circuit of stimulation then dismounted. ‘Let's go play volleyball before your Mamma has to come back up here and kick my adorable little ass.'‘How about we go down and you sit in my lap as we watch?' he offered instead. ‘I'm kind of still in a great deal of pain. Cracked ribs and all.'‘Fine,' Vicky began pulling the large man-boy up, ‘Kaelyne and I will tag in and out because, while I like that dick, I still want to kick some cheerleader ass.'‘Are you any good at volleyball,' he asked as they hobbled down to the gathering, his left arm draped over her shoulders.‘Never played before in my life. I rocked at tetherball in Kindergarten. How much harder can this be?' Vicky joked.Alexander snorted. Vicky was soaking up the jealous, angry looks being sent her way as she helped him approach. Would she pay for her usurpation later? Most likely, but the promise of retribution from those who thought they were better than her had never stopped her before; and they certainly weren't going to stop her now. This was turning out to be one of the best days of her life.Taliyah and Dominique.Taliyah found her Mother in the Carson's den running her finger over various books on the shelf while drinking a tall glass of 'something'.‘Mamma, how are you going to fix this?' she started off. Dominique looked over her shoulder then slowly turned around, a rather unhappy look on her face.‘Baby, there is no fixing what's wrong with your Daddy and I.'‘Mamma!' Taliyah shouted.

Welcome to The Not Old Better Show on radio and podcast! I'm your host, Paul Vogelzang, and today's episode is one that will touch your heart, challenge your perceptions, and inspire you to rethink the power of forgiveness.   Our guest is the remarkable Dr. Rosanne D'Ausilio—an author, speaker, and transformation advocate. Rosanne's new book, Pain, Pumpernickel & Profound Forgiveness: A Daughter's Story of Her Punishing & Loving Relationship with Her Father, is a story unlike any other. It's raw, redemptive, and breathtakingly human. Dr. Rosanne D'Ausilio takes us on a deeply personal journey through her tumultuous relationship with her father—a man whose strict, authoritarian ways left scars that seemed impossible to heal. But what begins as a tale of pain and fear unfolds into a profound revelation of compassion, understanding, and Divine Intervention.   We'll hear about the moments that transformed her perspective—like Sunday morning bakery visits, where coconut bars and watermelon-sized pumpernickel bread became unlikely symbols of love. And, in the face of lifelong resentment, Rosanne reveals how she discovered the electrifying potential of forgiveness.   This is more than a story about a father and daughter—it's a guide for anyone who has ever carried the weight of a painful past. Rosanne's insights will teach us how to shift perceptions, embrace compassion, and find peace—even with those we once thought unforgivable.   So, sit back, listen closely, and prepare for a conversation that could change the way you see your own life. Let's dive into the extraordinary world of Dr. Rosanne D'Ausilio. My thanks to Dr. Rosanne D'Ausilio for her time and wonderful story insights into Profound Forgiveness. Please check out our show notes today for more details about Rosanne D'Ausilio and her new book titled “Pain, Pumpernickel, and Profound Forgiveness.” My thanks to all our audience on radio and podcast, Sam Heninger and Miranda Heninger for their work to drive the show to new heights, here's to 2025! Let's talk about Better. The Not Old Better Show on radio and podcast. Thanks everybody. We'll see you next time.

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Episode 266-Bitten by the Fiction Bug I've been bitten by the fiction bug, and no it didn't hurt. It felt pretty good. After writing 10 nonfiction books, I finally wrote and published the fiction book God gave me the storyline to 10 years ago.  “Rebuilding Jayne” is on Amazon now in Kindle, paperback, and will soon be out in Audible and a little later in hardback. It is Fiction That Transforms. This particular book's tagline is “Her Father's Protection.  The best way I can describe this series is that it is the fiction version of my best-selling book, which is my memoir entitled, Sweet Grace: How I Lost 250 Pounds. It was a fun book to write because God was there the entire way. There was one time when I was writing a very integral chapter. It was a key piece of the book. I wrote the chapter and then went to bed. When I woke up the next morning, God clearly spoke to me and said, “Throw out that last chapter and start over. I will show you what to write.” From the minute I put my hands on the computer keys to the end of that chapter, not one word had been in my head. It was if I was the scribe and God was the author dictating the words to me. That chapter set the tone for the entire book. He gave me places, people, and the depth of the story line. It was nothing I did except be obedient and write.  Get the book. Write a review so others can find it.  Amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/Rebuilding-Jayne-Her-Fathers-Protection-ebook/dp/B0DGXTXR53/ FREE CHAPTER of Rebuilding Jayne: https://www.teresashieldsparker.com/rebuilding-jayne-free-chapter/

Based on the legend of Pope Joan.By professor98. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The following account is fiction, which is based on the well-documented Legend of Pope Joan, the first, and last female Pope of the Catholic Church.As this story took place in the ninth century of the Christian era, or Year of our Lord; many of the terms are from ancient languages. Words such as slitten, which is Old English for slit, and sheath, later referred to as ‘cunny' or cunt. Although the specific accounts were not taken down on paper, the story refers to certain facts in which the legend was based.In the year of our lord, 823 A D, a girl, Joanna Wellen was born in a small village not far from Salisbury Plain in southern England. He mother died due to complications of the birth. As she grew, she would often visit Stonehenge, with her father who treated her with great love and affection. Stonehenge was a religious center, and an astronomical observatory; which lay not far from their village. It was used as a place of worship, especially by the surfs and peasants who were not allowed to attend Church.In those days in England and Europe for that matter, females were considered worthless and only good for birthing babies, cooking, scrubbing and cleaning for a man. They were not allowed to go to school, as society thought them incapable of learning.Joanna grew up as a scullery maid and worked on her Father's farm for years. From the time she learned to speak, Joan always wanted to learn about everything, so when she was fifteen and began to clean house for the village schoolteacher, they became friends and when she was not working, she begged him to teach her to read.As her father loved her very much, he had no complaints regarding her studies, and invited the schoolteacher for supper, four evenings a week in payment for teaching her.After several years, the schoolteacher, one Edmund Beddus was married to a fairly well to do somewhat older widow, Gwendolyn Vaughan, who's late husband was killed in a horseback ridding accident. It was not well known at the time; however he was drunk. As Edmund didn't earn much money, he jumped at the chance to marry Gwendolyn, mostly for her stature and wealth.After a while, Gwendolyn became angry due to the attention Edmund paid to Joan and threatened him with a divorce. Edmond ended his three-year relationship with the girl, and she had to return all of the books she had borrowed.The young village priest Father Paul had always seen Joan walking with a book in her hands and was taken with her beauty. One day he saw her passing the church, however she had no book. He called to her and said,"Are you no longer reading Joan?""I no longer have books available to me, Father." She said."Well Joan, if ever you wish books to read again, feel free to come by the rectory after supper and I will let you read some that belong to the church."This was a very special offer as there were no libraries and all books were written by hand. It would be six hundred years before; Johannes Gutenberg would invent moveable type and print his first bible.The following evening, after making supper for her Father, Joan walked to the church and knocked on the rectory door. Father Paul answered and invited her in. As the parish was pour, they only had four books. One was a bible, the second was a book called, "Entrance to Heaven", which was a guide for priests.The third and fourth were written in Latin, a language in which Joan had no knowledge. Father Paul told her to be seated by the fire, picked up the book in Latin and began to read."When a priest has a craving for a physical union, it is the duty of all females to give themselves to him willingly. This is the law of God. Sexual union is God's reward to everyone who follows his decrees. The female shall spread her legs wide and allow the priest to enter her with his phallic member."Father what is a phallic member?""All males have a phallic member Joan. It is the essence of a man.""I have no knowledge of such essence. What will it do?""It is the instrument that will allow a female to see God.""Do you have your phallic member with you Father Paul?""Yes, I do.""May I see it Father?""Of course my child."Father Paul lifted his short tunic and revealed his penis and testicles. Joan was very interested and asked how she would be able to see God, with his instrument. The Father invited her to repose on his bed of straw, and he would display the power of his essence.When she complied, Father Paul knelt down and lifted her tattered dress, revealing her slitten, the entrance to her passageway. As he spread her legs, Joan wondered what he was doing and why. In her eighteen years she had never heard of this type of ritual, and wondered who had written the book.Kneeling between Joan's legs, Paul stripped off his tunic and was naked before her; his member became erect and was pointing toward the ceiling. As he bent forward, and guided his penis toward the opening to her vagina, she wondered if she would really see God. A priest would never lie to her, she thought.As Father Paul rubbed the large head of his phallus up and down her damp slitten, she became more interested in his movements. They felt strangely pleasing, and her slitten began to tickle and was becoming very warm, and wet. She had felt nothing like this in her short life.It was wonderful and caused her to breath harder. Slowly Paul began to move his penis into her vagina and she screamed in pain. It felt as though he was entering her with a double-egged sword. She knew right then, she was about to see God, as his phallus would surly end her life. She had never experienced a pain such as this. Father Paul was deep into her vagina, and moving fast as she lay under him, her tears flowed down her cheeks as she waited for impending death.However as he continued to move, her pain was subsiding and pleasure was replacing it. She believed that Father moving his phallus in and out of her; was devoid of wisdom and good sense.Other than a nice feeling from between her legs, the whole process seemed fruitless, and a bit pointless. He continued for some time and pointless as the process appeared to be, she was developing a wonderful feeling in her belly. Father Paul was creating a desire, which previously Joan had no knowledge of. Her belly was tingling as the Father continued his thrusts, his phallus sliding in and out of her passageway. She found herself lifting her legs, then wrapping them around Father Paul's legs, pulling him tight into her channel.As he continued, Joan's feelings for the young Father were growing at an alarming rate and her need for some kind of satisfaction was increasing. Her emotions were on a never ending latter, climbing to the sky.Without any warning, Joan felt herself begin to discharge juices with a force. She felt fulfillment and gratification of an unknown desire and appetite, which lifted her to extreme pleasure and contentment.Father Paul had not yet discharged his essence and doubled his efforts. As Joan felt his increasing movements in to her, desire began to grow again almost exponentially and she held him tight to her. Father Paul called out to heaven,"Oh Lord my God, I am your humble servant and I do your bidding."Joan felt a new gush of liquid, however it wasn't coming from her, it was coming from Father Paul. The feeling was beautiful in design and execution, and although she did not see God, she believed she was closer to him. The whole occurrence was a delicacy as to arouse intense delight, and satisfaction. Joan cared little to see God, as she was taking great pleasure and delight in his glory.Suddenly a reoccurrence of her discharge began, and she was lifted beyond the bounds of Earth. Her blood ran hot as her juices flowed once again."Your phallus is as you said Father, truly the essence of man, and God.""Remember Joan, although my member, my penis, from the Latin, if you will, is a wonderful instrument. It would be useless without your marvelous passage of desire. My penis requires your vagina to achieve its primary and sacred function. Without woman, man has little purpose in life. It is God's design."Joan knew that her existence had taken a new direction. She was truly a daughter of God, and would do everything necessary to fulfill the Heavenly Father's design. As Father Paul lay in coitus relaxen, a Latin term for rest after sexual intercourse, Joan lifted his depleted penis and examined it carefully. She found a hidden beauty within its current state, although it was much more useful when it was swollen to a larger size.She felt closer to Father Paul than she had to any individual, except maybe her own Father. The closeness was of course the feeling most women would feel to a man; who brought her such euphoria and intense pleasure. Joan felt compelled to pay homage to his member and leaned down to kiss it.It had a strange yet inexplicable odor. Not a bad odor, but one, which could not be described. She had detected a similar odor before when the farm animals were ready for breeding. Joan kissed Father Paul's member on the tip once again, and suddenly it began to throb and swell. As she unexpectedly enjoyed the taste, she slid the head of his penis into her mouth, and for some unknown, but natural desire, began to suck on it.Father Paul squirmed in delight feeling something wonderful which he only had knowledge of, during confessions of travelers to the Far East. It was told to him that Egyptian girls reveled in sucking a man's penis, and excelled in elevating a man to an ultimate level of fulfillment and gratification.Strangely he had never heard of an English female performing such a wonderful service. This was something that God and the Church made no mention of, possibly because it had nothing to do with reproduction.Joan now had a challenge and believed she would be able to master it. As she sucked the Priest's penis he moaned, apparently enjoying her oral stimulation causing him arousal, and intense pleasure beyond that of which she provided with her vagina. The priest took hold of Joan's head and moved his hips upward in a masterful manner, emulating copulation.Joan was now eager to give the young priest something he would continue to desire, throughout their newly found friendship. As she sucked him, her hand took hold of his testicles and fondled them as one might do with a favorite pet. The priest in return moaned and mewed letting her know how much the manipulations of her mouth on his penis were appreciated.With little warning the priest began to spray his bodily secretions into her mouth with a degree of fluidity that surpassed his previous performance. Joan sat up wondering what was to be done with Father Paul's essence. Would it be a sin to expel it from her mouth? As it was a gift from God, she wondered what she should do. Father Paul saw the questioning expression on Joan's face and said,"Swallow it, Joan. God would want nothing less. Essence is too important to be splattered on the floor."Although the creamy liquid felt wonderful in her mouth, she followed directions and allowed the liquid to slowly slide down her throat. Although a bit salty, the essence was also sweet. A fascinating combination she thought."Do you want me to continue reading, Joan?""No. Not tonight as I believe Morpheus, the ancient Roman god of sleep and dreams, is calling to me. May I return after supper on the morrow, Father Paul?""Of course my child. You may visit me any time you desire, and I will teach you everything I have knowledge of."Joan joins a priest, who is entertaining another person.Joan slept the sleep of chastity, although she knew that she was no longer a maiden, and deserved little satisfactory sleep. She could not understand why she had such wonderful feelings throughout her body. Apparently it was God's desire, and he was pleased with her actions.She spent the day, milking the cows, currying the horses, cooking and cleaning. She fed all of the animals and cleaned their stalls, while her father worked in the fields planting vegetables. They broke for the mid-day meal and sat together while eating. Her Father asked,"Joan, what did you learn at the church with Father Paul, last eve?""Father Paul read to me from a large book in Latin. I learned about God's design and the essence of man. He also taught me how man should best serve God, and what God expects of his children.""My daughter is such a wonderful student; and has an admirable mind, unlike her ignorant father.""Father, if it was not for your understanding and love for me, I would never have learned to read and write. You are not ignorant and I love you.""Are you going to the church tonight little one?""Yes father, if that would be convenient for you. There is much work to be done.""Of course my daughter, although I feel you deserve some enjoyment and rest. You work here all the day, then study hard after dark. A girl should also have some good times in her young life.""Believe me Father, the enjoyment I have received from God's love has been wonderful and fulfilling. My life has found new meaning and absolute pleasure. Are you remaining home on this eve?No, I plan to go to the public house and have a tall glass of warm Ale.""In moderation, father. Do not forget your last venture to the public house. You were unable to get out of bed long past sunrise.""Yes daughter, I recall. I will only have a pint or so."Father and daughter then parted company. Joan washed the dishes, swept the floors, and then went out to feed the hogs. He father returned to his planting. They would have a good harvest on the year.Supper came and went. As night fell, Joan fed the fireplace and as the light danced on the walls of the room, she wondered if Father Paul would elevate her with his phallus and essence. Taking a torch from its storage place, she shoved the end of it into the fire. The tip burned brightly, warming her face.Leaving the house, she trudged up the path, in the dark toward the rectory. Upon arriving, Joan opened the door and walked in. Father Paul was naked and laying on top of her close friend Lily, a postulate, or nun-in-training. His phallus was deeply imbedded in her sheath.Joan stood there and watched as Father Paul continued to enter into and permeate her vagina, helping her temporarily ascend to heaven's gate. Lily was much involved in Father Paul's God-like movements, and was sinking her nails in his back, moaning loud and mumbling,"More Father Paul, more. Send me to see God."Joan sat in a chair, next to the bed of straw and watched as the Father's penis slid in and out of her friend. Everything seemed to be very wet and coated with a viscous liquid, and a small amount of blood. Joan wondered if it would be better for her to withdraw, as Father was fully involved in her friend."Joan", said Paul. "Please disrobe and join us in the bed. We can all do the Lord's work together."Quickly, as Father Paul began to eject his essence into the young girl, she moaned loudly and began to squirt her juices, pumping them past Father's penis and onto his testical sack.She stated to the priest; "More Father Paul, please do more. I want God to love me.""God does love you, my child, more than most women, whom would refuse to share their sacred passage with the sons of the church."Joan shed her clothing and joined the couple on the bed of straw, which was covered with a sheet like covering. Father rolled off of the girl as she lay in a semi unconscious state, moaning lightly.Joan took hold of Paul's phallus and began to stroke it as she had done the evening prior. It took some patient time and affectionate gestures of fondness, however when his penis again became tumescent, Joan lifted her leg over him and eased down onto his lap, allowing his coccus to impale her tight moist vagina.She moved front to back, feeling the priest's huge member inside of her, thanking God in a little prayer for bringing such knowledge and pleasure to her.She was full of cheer as she thought there would be more pain associated with another coupling, however she now understood that the

Based on the legend of Pope Joan.By professor98. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The following account is fiction, which is based on the well-documented Legend of Pope Joan, the first, and last female Pope of the Catholic Church.As this story took place in the ninth century of the Christian era, or Year of our Lord; many of the terms are from ancient languages. Words such as slitten, which is Old English for slit, and sheath, later referred to as ‘cunny' or cunt. Although the specific accounts were not taken down on paper, the story refers to certain facts in which the legend was based.In the year of our lord, 823 A D, a girl, Joanna Wellen was born in a small village not far from Salisbury Plain in southern England. He mother died due to complications of the birth. As she grew, she would often visit Stonehenge, with her father who treated her with great love and affection. Stonehenge was a religious center, and an astronomical observatory; which lay not far from their village. It was used as a place of worship, especially by the surfs and peasants who were not allowed to attend Church.In those days in England and Europe for that matter, females were considered worthless and only good for birthing babies, cooking, scrubbing and cleaning for a man. They were not allowed to go to school, as society thought them incapable of learning.Joanna grew up as a scullery maid and worked on her Father's farm for years. From the time she learned to speak, Joan always wanted to learn about everything, so when she was fifteen and began to clean house for the village schoolteacher, they became friends and when she was not working, she begged him to teach her to read.As her father loved her very much, he had no complaints regarding her studies, and invited the schoolteacher for supper, four evenings a week in payment for teaching her.After several years, the schoolteacher, one Edmund Beddus was married to a fairly well to do somewhat older widow, Gwendolyn Vaughan, who's late husband was killed in a horseback ridding accident. It was not well known at the time; however he was drunk. As Edmund didn't earn much money, he jumped at the chance to marry Gwendolyn, mostly for her stature and wealth.After a while, Gwendolyn became angry due to the attention Edmund paid to Joan and threatened him with a divorce. Edmond ended his three-year relationship with the girl, and she had to return all of the books she had borrowed.The young village priest Father Paul had always seen Joan walking with a book in her hands and was taken with her beauty. One day he saw her passing the church, however she had no book. He called to her and said,"Are you no longer reading Joan?""I no longer have books available to me, Father." She said."Well Joan, if ever you wish books to read again, feel free to come by the rectory after supper and I will let you read some that belong to the church."This was a very special offer as there were no libraries and all books were written by hand. It would be six hundred years before; Johannes Gutenberg would invent moveable type and print his first bible.The following evening, after making supper for her Father, Joan walked to the church and knocked on the rectory door. Father Paul answered and invited her in. As the parish was pour, they only had four books. One was a bible, the second was a book called, "Entrance to Heaven", which was a guide for priests.The third and fourth were written in Latin, a language in which Joan had no knowledge. Father Paul told her to be seated by the fire, picked up the book in Latin and began to read."When a priest has a craving for a physical union, it is the duty of all females to give themselves to him willingly. This is the law of God. Sexual union is God's reward to everyone who follows his decrees. The female shall spread her legs wide and allow the priest to enter her with his phallic member."Father what is a phallic member?""All males have a phallic member Joan. It is the essence of a man.""I have no knowledge of such essence. What will it do?""It is the instrument that will allow a female to see God.""Do you have your phallic member with you Father Paul?""Yes, I do.""May I see it Father?""Of course my child."Father Paul lifted his short tunic and revealed his penis and testicles. Joan was very interested and asked how she would be able to see God, with his instrument. The Father invited her to repose on his bed of straw, and he would display the power of his essence.When she complied, Father Paul knelt down and lifted her tattered dress, revealing her slitten, the entrance to her passageway. As he spread her legs, Joan wondered what he was doing and why. In her eighteen years she had never heard of this type of ritual, and wondered who had written the book.Kneeling between Joan's legs, Paul stripped off his tunic and was naked before her; his member became erect and was pointing toward the ceiling. As he bent forward, and guided his penis toward the opening to her vagina, she wondered if she would really see God. A priest would never lie to her, she thought.As Father Paul rubbed the large head of his phallus up and down her damp slitten, she became more interested in his movements. They felt strangely pleasing, and her slitten began to tickle and was becoming very warm, and wet. She had felt nothing like this in her short life.It was wonderful and caused her to breath harder. Slowly Paul began to move his penis into her vagina and she screamed in pain. It felt as though he was entering her with a double-egged sword. She knew right then, she was about to see God, as his phallus would surly end her life. She had never experienced a pain such as this. Father Paul was deep into her vagina, and moving fast as she lay under him, her tears flowed down her cheeks as she waited for impending death.However as he continued to move, her pain was subsiding and pleasure was replacing it. She believed that Father moving his phallus in and out of her; was devoid of wisdom and good sense.Other than a nice feeling from between her legs, the whole process seemed fruitless, and a bit pointless. He continued for some time and pointless as the process appeared to be, she was developing a wonderful feeling in her belly. Father Paul was creating a desire, which previously Joan had no knowledge of. Her belly was tingling as the Father continued his thrusts, his phallus sliding in and out of her passageway. She found herself lifting her legs, then wrapping them around Father Paul's legs, pulling him tight into her channel.As he continued, Joan's feelings for the young Father were growing at an alarming rate and her need for some kind of satisfaction was increasing. Her emotions were on a never ending latter, climbing to the sky.Without any warning, Joan felt herself begin to discharge juices with a force. She felt fulfillment and gratification of an unknown desire and appetite, which lifted her to extreme pleasure and contentment.Father Paul had not yet discharged his essence and doubled his efforts. As Joan felt his increasing movements in to her, desire began to grow again almost exponentially and she held him tight to her. Father Paul called out to heaven,"Oh Lord my God, I am your humble servant and I do your bidding."Joan felt a new gush of liquid, however it wasn't coming from her, it was coming from Father Paul. The feeling was beautiful in design and execution, and although she did not see God, she believed she was closer to him. The whole occurrence was a delicacy as to arouse intense delight, and satisfaction. Joan cared little to see God, as she was taking great pleasure and delight in his glory.Suddenly a reoccurrence of her discharge began, and she was lifted beyond the bounds of Earth. Her blood ran hot as her juices flowed once again."Your phallus is as you said Father, truly the essence of man, and God.""Remember Joan, although my member, my penis, from the Latin, if you will, is a wonderful instrument. It would be useless without your marvelous passage of desire. My penis requires your vagina to achieve its primary and sacred function. Without woman, man has little purpose in life. It is God's design."Joan knew that her existence had taken a new direction. She was truly a daughter of God, and would do everything necessary to fulfill the Heavenly Father's design. As Father Paul lay in coitus relaxen, a Latin term for rest after sexual intercourse, Joan lifted his depleted penis and examined it carefully. She found a hidden beauty within its current state, although it was much more useful when it was swollen to a larger size.She felt closer to Father Paul than she had to any individual, except maybe her own Father. The closeness was of course the feeling most women would feel to a man; who brought her such euphoria and intense pleasure. Joan felt compelled to pay homage to his member and leaned down to kiss it.It had a strange yet inexplicable odor. Not a bad odor, but one, which could not be described. She had detected a similar odor before when the farm animals were ready for breeding. Joan kissed Father Paul's member on the tip once again, and suddenly it began to throb and swell. As she unexpectedly enjoyed the taste, she slid the head of his penis into her mouth, and for some unknown, but natural desire, began to suck on it.Father Paul squirmed in delight feeling something wonderful which he only had knowledge of, during confessions of travelers to the Far East. It was told to him that Egyptian girls reveled in sucking a man's penis, and excelled in elevating a man to an ultimate level of fulfillment and gratification.Strangely he had never heard of an English female performing such a wonderful service. This was something that God and the Church made no mention of, possibly because it had nothing to do with reproduction.Joan now had a challenge and believed she would be able to master it. As she sucked the Priest's penis he moaned, apparently enjoying her oral stimulation causing him arousal, and intense pleasure beyond that of which she provided with her vagina. The priest took hold of Joan's head and moved his hips upward in a masterful manner, emulating copulation.Joan was now eager to give the young priest something he would continue to desire, throughout their newly found friendship. As she sucked him, her hand took hold of his testicles and fondled them as one might do with a favorite pet. The priest in return moaned and mewed letting her know how much the manipulations of her mouth on his penis were appreciated.With little warning the priest began to spray his bodily secretions into her mouth with a degree of fluidity that surpassed his previous performance. Joan sat up wondering what was to be done with Father Paul's essence. Would it be a sin to expel it from her mouth? As it was a gift from God, she wondered what she should do. Father Paul saw the questioning expression on Joan's face and said,"Swallow it, Joan. God would want nothing less. Essence is too important to be splattered on the floor."Although the creamy liquid felt wonderful in her mouth, she followed directions and allowed the liquid to slowly slide down her throat. Although a bit salty, the essence was also sweet. A fascinating combination she thought."Do you want me to continue reading, Joan?""No. Not tonight as I believe Morpheus, the ancient Roman god of sleep and dreams, is calling to me. May I return after supper on the morrow, Father Paul?""Of course my child. You may visit me any time you desire, and I will teach you everything I have knowledge of."Joan joins a priest, who is entertaining another person.Joan slept the sleep of chastity, although she knew that she was no longer a maiden, and deserved little satisfactory sleep. She could not understand why she had such wonderful feelings throughout her body. Apparently it was God's desire, and he was pleased with her actions.She spent the day, milking the cows, currying the horses, cooking and cleaning. She fed all of the animals and cleaned their stalls, while her father worked in the fields planting vegetables. They broke for the mid-day meal and sat together while eating. Her Father asked,"Joan, what did you learn at the church with Father Paul, last eve?""Father Paul read to me from a large book in Latin. I learned about God's design and the essence of man. He also taught me how man should best serve God, and what God expects of his children.""My daughter is such a wonderful student; and has an admirable mind, unlike her ignorant father.""Father, if it was not for your understanding and love for me, I would never have learned to read and write. You are not ignorant and I love you.""Are you going to the church tonight little one?""Yes father, if that would be convenient for you. There is much work to be done.""Of course my daughter, although I feel you deserve some enjoyment and rest. You work here all the day, then study hard after dark. A girl should also have some good times in her young life.""Believe me Father, the enjoyment I have received from God's love has been wonderful and fulfilling. My life has found new meaning and absolute pleasure. Are you remaining home on this eve?No, I plan to go to the public house and have a tall glass of warm Ale.""In moderation, father. Do not forget your last venture to the public house. You were unable to get out of bed long past sunrise.""Yes daughter, I recall. I will only have a pint or so."Father and daughter then parted company. Joan washed the dishes, swept the floors, and then went out to feed the hogs. He father returned to his planting. They would have a good harvest on the year.Supper came and went. As night fell, Joan fed the fireplace and as the light danced on the walls of the room, she wondered if Father Paul would elevate her with his phallus and essence. Taking a torch from its storage place, she shoved the end of it into the fire. The tip burned brightly, warming her face.Leaving the house, she trudged up the path, in the dark toward the rectory. Upon arriving, Joan opened the door and walked in. Father Paul was naked and laying on top of her close friend Lily, a postulate, or nun-in-training. His phallus was deeply imbedded in her sheath.Joan stood there and watched as Father Paul continued to enter into and permeate her vagina, helping her temporarily ascend to heaven's gate. Lily was much involved in Father Paul's God-like movements, and was sinking her nails in his back, moaning loud and mumbling,"More Father Paul, more. Send me to see God."Joan sat in a chair, next to the bed of straw and watched as the Father's penis slid in and out of her friend. Everything seemed to be very wet and coated with a viscous liquid, and a small amount of blood. Joan wondered if it would be better for her to withdraw, as Father was fully involved in her friend."Joan", said Paul. "Please disrobe and join us in the bed. We can all do the Lord's work together."Quickly, as Father Paul began to eject his essence into the young girl, she moaned loudly and began to squirt her juices, pumping them past Father's penis and onto his testical sack.She stated to the priest; "More Father Paul, please do more. I want God to love me.""God does love you, my child, more than most women, whom would refuse to share their sacred passage with the sons of the church."Joan shed her clothing and joined the couple on the bed of straw, which was covered with a sheet like covering. Father rolled off of the girl as she lay in a semi unconscious state, moaning lightly.Joan took hold of Paul's phallus and began to stroke it as she had done the evening prior. It took some patient time and affectionate gestures of fondness, however when his penis again became tumescent, Joan lifted her leg over him and eased down onto his lap, allowing his coccus to impale her tight moist vagina.She moved front to back, feeling the priest's huge member inside of her, thanking God in a little prayer for bringing such knowledge and pleasure to her.She was full of cheer as she thought there would be more pain associated with another coupling, however she now understood that the

Show Notes: Jennifer Gibbs shares her journey as a woman and artist who worked in the entertainment field and later became a mother. She enrolled in a PhD program at NYU in comparative literature, focusing on performance and the embodiment of the female and feminine. She was cast in various off Broadway shows and earned her actors equity card. During her graduate studies, Jennifer received a Mellon Fellowship for teaching. She talks about her decision to focus full time on acting and writing for theater and her recognition of limited support in academia for multidisciplinary approaches to performance. Jennifer worked in the theater for a decade, mainly acting and writing plays. In her mid-30s, she became a mother, experiencing unexpected pregnancy losses and serial grief. This led to a shift in focus to writing, which was fruitful and collaborative. She was the artist in residence at the Here Arts Center, where she developed a play called Sounding, which integrated film, music, lyrics, and scene work. The play premiered three weeks before her son Liam's birth. From Working in Theatre to Working in Television As their family relocated to Los Angeles, Jennifer became interested in writing for television and screen. She learned to write for television at the suggestion of an executive at HBO. She took the leap, not knowing how to write for television, but found it fulfilling. For the last decade, Jennifer has been writing new plays and television worlds. Recently, she started a small independent production company, aiming to empower women creators to produce work that might not be produced in film and television or in the multi-platform arena. Jennifer's most recent project is called Riot Mom, a multi-platform universe story that unfolds on various distribution platforms. The company is driven by her connection to her work and her personal connection to her work. The first project they are producing is called Riot Mom, a multi-platform universe story that unfolds on audio, live, and television platforms. Early Influences from the Art World The conversation turns to Jennifer's father, Tom Gibbs, a Chicago-based artist. Jennifer describes her experience as a child of a sculptor, how she was introduced to and influenced by the artists around her. They often had a band of sculptors at their house, some in assistant positions and colleagues from Chicago. They would have meals together, discuss work, and have opinions on various projects. Despite not wanting to do sculpture, Jennifer loved drawing and painting, and would often work in one of the studios. A Young Actor on Tour Jennifer shares her experience as an actor during her national Broadway tour, describing it as exciting and workmanlike. She learned from the technical staff about the complex process of moving from one place to another, like a circus. Gibbs describes the experience as a crash course in self-producing, directing, and balancing personal and professional boundaries. She also discusses the challenges of maintaining a balance in a collaborative environment, where one must leave their family, home, and friends behind to work on a show. Jennifer believes that maintaining healthy boundaries is a challenge for anyone working in theater, film, or television. She found the experience intensive and valuable, making lasting friendships with people she collaborated with in New York.  The Artistic Process and Healing Grief Jennifer shares how she processed the grief of two stillbirths through her work. At the time, she was working on a film based on a stage adaptation of an Ibsen play. She met Andre Gregory, who was casting Vanya on 42nd Street, and they had a two-hour conversation in a cafe. Although she did not get the role, she received support, encouragement, and mentorship from Gregory. He advised her to make her own project which inspired Jennifer and others from the Harvard theater community, including Jeannie Simpson and Peter Hirsch,  to create a play called Lady from the Sea. They spent two years working on the play in Jennifers' living room, creating a unique and rarely produced piece. Jennifer talks about her journey to create a multi-disciplinary theatre show based on a film adaptation of an Ibsen play. She discovered a deep connection to grief and loss in the original play, which they had not considered in their previous work. After a decade of working on the project, Jennifer realized that grief is a form of radical transformation that is generative and creative. She learned that denying or overcoming grief can deprive individuals of the opportunity to create and acquiesce to the next stage in their transformation. A First Book and a New Project Jennifer's first book, "Oh Mother," is a literary non-fiction book about serial grief and the value of a certain approach to grief. The book is experiential and personal, and was written during the pandemic. Her journey highlights the importance of embracing grief and embracing change in life. She talks about a world created with Jenny Castro, that explores the intersection of women's creative process. The story revolves around two middle-aged women who were estranged from their riot girl days in the 90s, and they reunite in a suburban context. She talks about the project, the production team, pitching, and another project called Train Hoppers, a  multi-platform, single episode of a story that can be experienced online, at live events, or through a live pop-up event.  Influential Harvard Professors and Courses  Jennifer discusses her experiences with Marjorie Garber's Shakespeare and her seminar on ghostwriters.  She was influenced by playwright Adrianne Kennedy, who became a lifelong mentor and friend after graduating from Harvard. Jennifer also discusses her love for 16th-century British poetry and the pressure to conform to Aristotelian standards in the world of television, film, and playwriting.  Timestamps: 00:02: Journey Through Comparative Literature and Theatre  03:30: Balancing Academia and Acting 06:03: Transition to Motherhood and Writing O9:20: Exploring Television and Film  12:36: Learning from Her Father's Artistic Journey 20:04: National Broadway Tour Experience  26:01: Processing Grief Through Art  37:58: Current Venture: "Riot Mom"  45:46: Influences from Harvard Links: LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/jennifer-gibbs-27b91386/ Featured Non-profit This week's featured non-profit of this episode is American Pilgrims On the Camino, recommended by Kelly Murphy Mason who reports: “Hello all. I am Kelly Murphy Mason, a fellow classmate from the Harvard class of 1992 and a former resident of Dunster house. The featured nonprofit of this episode of The 92 report is the American Pilgrims On the Camino, a national organization with international reach. Before I walked the Camino de Santiago in the fall of 2023 the American pilgrims provided me with the necessary credentialing, education, information and support for making this pilgrimage, as it has done for so many pilgrims over the decades, it has also contributed generations of volunteers and generous funds to maintain the infrastructure of this Spanish network of routes to Santiago de Compostela, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Since my return from Santiago, I have stayed active in the Boston chapter of American pilgrims, leading book discussions and training walks for pilgrims past, present and future who live in my area. You can learn more about the work of the American pilgrims at home and abroad at American pilgrims.org and now here is my old friend Will Bachman with this week's episode.  To learn more about their work visit:https://americanpilgrims.org/

HOPE: The 4-Letter Word That Can Make You a MillionaireIn her podcast "Be the Gamechanger," Cayla Craft shares a powerful story about the difficult decision to turn in her father for drug use, which shaped her journey. She discusses the transformative power of coaching, illustrated by a client's rise from network marketer to an eight-figure business owner. Cayla describes how a "divine download" helped her craft a speech that resonated deeply with her audience, emphasizing the importance of life-changing moments. She introduces the concept of "HOPE" (Helping One Person Every day), highlighting how small acts of service can lead to significant personal and financial growth. The ripple effect of helping others is a recurring theme, as she explains how serving just one person can impact many lives. Cayla concludes by encouraging listeners to be gamechangers who leave others feeling better and more inspired, embodying a mindset crucial for entrepreneurial success.Key Moments:Turning in Her Father (00:00:00 - 00:00:12): Cayla shares an emotional story about reporting her father's drug use to his probation officer, leading to his arrest, and reflecting on the difficulty of making that decision.Speaking at a Client's Event (00:00:31 - 00:00:44): She recounts her experience speaking at an event for a client who started as a network marketer and grew an eight-figure business, showcasing the transformative power of coaching.Divine Inspiration for Her Speech (00:03:04 - 00:04:16): Cayla describes how she struggled to prepare a speech until she was awakened by a "divine download" in the middle of the night, which completely changed the direction of her message.The Before and After Moment (00:05:00 - 00:05:33): She reflects on life-changing moments that shape one's trajectory, recounting how a parole officer's encouraging words at age 16 made her realize her own strength and courage.The Power of Helping One Person (00:10:56 - 00:12:07): Cayla introduces the concept of "HOPE" (Helping One Person Every day) as a guiding principle, emphasizing that focusing on serving others can lead to significant personal and financial growth.The Ripple Effect of Service (00:12:07 - 00:12:33): She shares how helping just one person can create a ripple effect, potentially impacting thousands or even millions of lives, as demonstrated by a client who built an eight-figure business.Becoming the Gamechanger (00:14:04 - 00:14:17): Cayla encourages listeners to be the kind of person who leaves others feeling better and more inspired, stressing that this mindset shift is essential for true entrepreneurial success.Links + Resources:Are you charging what you're worth? Grab my free Profit Accelerator Pack for Coaches and stop leaving money on the table.Discover Your True Desires: Get my book What Do You Really Want? to uncover the path to more abundance, meaning, and connection.Achieve Your Goals with Executive Coaching: Apply for personalized coaching and unlock your full potential with my executive coaching program.Maximize Your Impact with GameChangers: Increase your income, portfolio, and impact by joining GameChangers. Get started today!Stay Informed and Inspired: Stay up-to-date with all my latest insights, tips, and resources by visiting my site. Visit CaylaCraft.comFollow Cayla Craft

On this episode the parents of an underage teenage girl have just found out that she's been having sex with her 18 year old boyfriend. Her Father wants to report him to the Gardai for statutory rape.

Simon Biles biological Mother recently went on TV asking Simone to reach out to her so they can connect. Dana is going through something similar now as well. Her Father was never a part of her childhood but now wants to meet with Dana. 

This episode was recorded live at the Indiana History Center, where one of their current exhibits is about Gene Stratton-Porter, a best-selling writer, illustrator, nature photographer, naturalist, and film producer. Research: Aalto, Kathryn. "THE LEGEND OF LIMBERLOST: A PATCH OF INDIANA WILDERNESS FULFILLS THE VISION OF AN OVERLOOKED AMERICAN NATURALIST, GENE STRATTON-PORTER." Smithsonian, vol. 50, no. 10, Mar. 2020, pp. 56+. Gale In Context: U.S. History, link.gale.com/apps/doc/A617619457/GPS?u=mlin_n_melpub&sid=bookmark-GPS&xid=1e942034. Accessed 8 July 2024. Aldridge, Ann and Nancy B. Carlson, editors. “Gene Stratton-Porter: Voice of the Limberlost.” Ball State University. 1996 and 2001. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvOWDOfxbLw Armitage, Kevin. “On Gene Stratton Porter's Conservation Aesthetic.” Environmental History , Jan., 2009, Vol. 14, No. 1 (Jan., 2009). https://www.jstor.org/stable/25473331 Asian American Riverside. “Her Father's Daughter and anti-Japanese Legislation.” California Council for the Humanities. https://aar.ucr.edu/HerFathersDaughter/index.html Benett, Pamela J., editor. “Gene Stratton-Porter.” The Indiana Historian. September 1996. Caywood, Carolyn. “Bigotry by the Book,” School Library Journal (December 1992). Davis, Cooper. “Gene Stratton-Porter: A Hoosier Renaissance Woman.” Indiana Historical Society. https://indianahistory.org/blog/gene-stratton-porter-a-hoosier-renaissance-woman/ Dessner, Lawrence Jay. "Class, Gender, and Sexuality in Gene Stratton-Porter's 'Freckles.'(early 20th-century best-seller)(Critical Essay)." Papers on Language & Literature, vol. 36, no. 2, spring 2000, p. 139. Gale General OneFile, link.gale.com/apps/doc/A63045310/GPS?u=mlin_n_melpub&sid=bookmark-GPS&xid=ffcf7ac3. Accessed 8 July 2024. "Gene Stratton-Porter." St. James Encyclopedia of Popular Culture Online, Gale, 2013. Gale In Context: U.S. History, link.gale.com/apps/doc/K2419201172/GPS?u=mlin_n_melpub&sid=bookmark-GPS&xid=db957024. Accessed 8 July 2024. Green, Amy S. “Two Women Naturalists and the Search for Autonomy: Anna Botsford Comstock and the Producer Ethic; Gene Stratton-Porter and the Gospel of Wealth.” Women's Studies Quarterly, Vol. 29, No. 1/2, Earthwork: Women and Environments (Spring - Summer, 2001). Via JSTOR. https://www.jstor.org/stable/40004614 Indiana Historical Bureau. “Gene Stratton-Porter.” https://www.in.gov/history/state-historical-markers/find-a-marker/gene-stratton-porter/#_edn3 Indiana Historical Society. “Gene Stratton-Porter.” https://indianahistory.org/education/education-resources/educator-resources/famous-hoosiers/gene-stratton-porter/ Indiana Historical Society. “Gene Stratton-Porter.” https://www.in.gov/governorhistory/mitchdaniels/3324.htm W.L. “Her Father's Daughter.” Cincinnati Inquirer. 9/4/2021. Long, Judith Reick. “Gene Stratton-Porter: Novelist and Naturalist.” Indianapolis : Indiana Historical Society. 1990. Meehan, Jeanette Porter. “The Lady of the Limberlost;: The life and letters of Gene Stratton-Porter.” Doubleday. 1928. https://archive.org/details/bwb_P8-AIO-567/mode/1up Morrow, Barbara Olenyik. “Nature's Storyteller: The Life of Gene Stratton-Porter.” Indiana Historical Society Press. 2016. Patterson, Tom. “Japanese in Riverside area: new mystery about old tragedy.” The Press-Enterprise, February 21, 1971. https://asianamericanriverside.ucr.edu/HerFathersDaughter/TomPatterson.html Renslow, Jessica. “After Limberlost: Gene Stratton-Porter's Life in California.” Documentary. 2013. Stratton-Porter, Gene. “Gene Stratton-Porter: A Little Story of The Life and Work and Ideals of ‘The Bird Woman.'” Edited by Eugene F. (Eugene Francis) Saxton. New York: Doubleday, Page & Company, 1926. https://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/stratton/gene/gene.html Stratton-Porter, Gene. “Moths of the Limberlost.” Garden City, N.Y, Doubleday, Page & company, 1912. https://doi.org/10.5962/bhl.title.56100 Stratton-Porter, Gene. “What I have done with birds; character studies of native American birds which, through friendly advances, I induced to pose for me, or succeeded in photographing by good fortune, with the story of my experiences in obtaining their pictures.” Indianapolis, The Bobbs-Merrill Company. 1907. https://archive.org/details/whatihavedonewit00strarich/page/5/mode/1up See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

There is a special student who comes to the Chalet School. She has become very illbecause she is so lonely She is a princess you see, and has no one to play with. Her Father sends her to the Chalet School, hopeing she will get better. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/miss-retro-reads/support

There is a special student who comes to the Chalet School. She has become very ill because she is so lonely. She is a princess you see, and has no one to play with. Her Father sends her to the Chalet School, hopeing she will get better. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/miss-retro-reads/support

Kait Boyle is an elite adventure cyclist who bikes over mountains, across deserts, and through canyons. Early on in her cycling career, Kait found her niche, falling in love with races in the 24 hour 300 mile range. In 2018, a serious accident turned Kait's life upside down and changed her perspective on the path she's carved.Connect with Kait: Instagram Website Bikepacking Roots website & Instagram If you enjoyed this episode, listen to: 100 Peaks in 50 Days with Jason HardrathCycling Around the World with Lael WilcoxEstablishing Bikepacking Routes with Sarah SwallowWild Ideas Worth Living with Rebecca Rusch & Biking the 1,200 Mile Ho Chi Minh Trail in Search of Her Father and Finding Magic with Rebecca RuschThank you to our sponsors: Capital One: Check out the REI Co-op Mastercard program and learn about local REI Fund granteesGU Energy

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Today on PerformHappy, join me in an uplifting conversation with Sage Kellerman, a remarkable gymnast from Michigan State University. Beyond her perfect 10 on vault, Sage shares her journey of resilience and gratitude in the face of adversity, including the loss of her father. From navigating grief to battling impostor syndrome, Sage's story is one of courage and growth. Tune in for inspiration and wisdom from this bright light in the gymnastics world.I hope you find as much inspiration in Sage's story as I did. In this episode, Coach Rebecca and Sage Kellerman talk about:Gymnastics Performance Under Pressure. Overcoming Setbacks. How a Sage's Gymnastics Career Paused for Her Father's Illness.Conquering Injuries and Mental Hurdles in Gymnastics.Tips for Confidence.How to Triumph over Mental Blocks.“Whether it's family, whether you're hurting, whether you have an injury, whether it's your friend, literally do what's best for yourself. Ultimately, gymnastics isn't going to be here forever so recognizing what you need is so important.” - Sage Kellerman.Sage Kellerman's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sagekellerman/Confident Gymnast Camp AUG 3rd-4th 2024 BREAK THROUGH FEAR & MENTAL BLOCKS Expert mental coaches decode fears in real-timeParent Session reinforces roles & solutionsExpert gymnastics coaches customize drills & break down skillsMax 5:1 ratioRedwood Empire Gymnastics, Petaluma, CAwww.confidentgymnast.com Struggling with fears, mental blocks, or confidence? Click the link to get a FREE session with one of our experts to tackle your challenges together! completeperformance.as.me/consultLearn exactly what to say and do to guide your athlete through a mental block with my new book "Parenting Through Mental Blocks" Order your copy today: https://a.co/d/g990BurFollow me on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/complete_performance/ Join my FaceBook page: https://www.facebook.com/completeperformancecoaching/ Check out my website: https://completeperformancecoaching.com/Write to me! Email: rebecca@completeperformancecoaching.comReady to help your athlete overcome fears and mental blocks while gaining unstoppable confidence? Discover the transformative power of PerformHappy now. If your athlete is struggling or feeling left behind, it's time for a change. Are you ready? For more info and to sign up: PerformHappy.com

A grammatical error misses the mark in more than one way this week as Aaron's old Wolf Journal entries finally try a rhyme. Dave and Aaron go off the rails towards the end with tangents on owls and salads, but what can we say...the hosts are but mortals. Also included in this episode, is potentially the longest context to poem ratio so far in the Wolf Journal episodes. My Bad Poetry Episode 5.23: "Three Day Girl & But, Mortals" End Poem from a Real Poet: "Her Father" by Thomas Hardy Podcast Email: mybadpoetry.thepodcast@gmail.com Bluesky: @mybadpoetrythepod.bsky.social Instagram & Threads: @MyBadPoetry_ThePod Website: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.podpage.com/my-bad-poetry/ --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mybadpoetry-thepodcast/message

Today's show is for you crime writers, or those who are curious about how a good crime novel is crafted. On today's show I will be chatting with the acclaimed crime-writing trio of Deborah Levison, T. M. Dunn, and Wendy Whitman, whose topics range from serial killers to domestic violence. Deborah Levison is an author and publicist. Her first book, an acclaimed nonfiction called THE CRATE, is a true crime with echoes of the Holocaust, which reviewers called it “gorgeous and poetic,” “heart-wrenching,” and “a brilliant story.” The Jerusalem Post wrote: “exquisite.” The book won seven literary awards. Her debut novel, A NEST OF SNAKES, is part thriller, part courtroom drama inspired by real-life abuse at elite New England private schools, described as “a roller-coaster ride of surprising twists” leading to a “staggering climax.”  Wendy Whitman has a unique background through her decades-long work as an executive and producer covering almost every major high-profile murder case in America. She spent fifteen years at Court TV and another several at HLN for the Nancy Grace show, where she appeared on air as a producer/reporter. Before attending Law School, Whitman worked for comedians Lily Tomlin and George Carlin. Since turning her attention to writing, Whitman has published two crime thriller novels: PREMONITION and the sequel, RETRIBUTION.Patricia AKA T. M. Dunn is the author of the psychological thriller, HER FATHER'S DAUGHTER, REBELS BY ACCIDENT, and LAST STOP ON THE 6. She has served as Senior Director of the Writing Institute at Sarah Lawrence College, where she holds an MFA in creative writing. She coaches aspiring and established writers and teaches creative writing workshops. She co-founded Key to the Castle Workshop, co-hosts the Westport Library's podcast, "Go Ahead, Write Something," and co-chairs programming for Sisters-in-Crime CT. In today's episode we discuss:·      Wendy's beginnings as an assistant to Lilly Tomlin and George Carlin.·      Wendy's over twenty years as a producer/reporter for Court TV where she covered numerous high profile murder trials.·      Wendy's author career and her latest book, Retribution in the Deer Killer Series. ·      Deborah's breakout hit, The Crate and the impact it has had on her professionally and personally. ·      Deborah's intimate experience with the holocaust and how she wove into her book, The Crate.·      How a grisly murder hit home and the impact it had on Deborah and her family. ·      How T.M. helps other authors realize their potential.·      T.M. Dunn's latest novel, Her Father's Daughter.·      T.M. Dunn's podcast, Go Ahead, Write Something.Please visit Wendy Whitman's website. Come on over to Deborah Levison's website.Visit T.M. Dunn's website. Check out the new Cops and Writers YouTube channel!Check out Field Training (Brew City Blues Book 1)!!Enjoy the Cops and Writers book series.Please visit the Cops and Writers website. Only for Cops and Writers Podcast listeners! Get 50% off the audiobook version of the F.B.I. K-9 thriller, Avenging Adam by Jodi Burnett. Use code, https://jodi-burnett.com/copsandwriters/Support the Show.

In this episode of the Healthy, Wealthy, and Smart podcast, host Dr. Karen Litzy is joined by Dr. Mani Kukreja (MD, MPH, IIN), Entrepreneur and Founder of Integrative Health and Wellness Practice Livagewell, to discuss the hot topic of aging well.   Dr. Kukreja shared her personal journey from conventional medicine to a more holistic approach, driven by her own experience with Hashimoto's autoimmune thyroiditis. She emphasized the importance of addressing the root causes of diseases rather than just treating symptoms.   We discussed the multifaceted nature of aging, which Dr. Kukreja defines as a progressive decline in biological functions leading to increased disease risk and reduced lifespan. She debunked the myth that aging is solely determined by genetics, highlighting that lifestyle and environmental factors play a significant role.   Dr. Kukreja provided valuable insights into the processes of oxidation, inflammation, and detoxification in our bodies, explaining how they contribute to aging and the onset of age-related diseases. She stressed that while we cannot stop aging, we can certainly influence how we age by managing these biological processes.   Time Stamps:  00:00:02 - Introduction to the Podcast 00:00:13 - Topic of Aging Introduced 00:00:36 - Guest Introduction: Dr. Mani Kukreja 00:01:08 - Dr. Mani's Background and Interest in Aging 00:02:16 - Dr. Mani's Personal Health Journey and Approach 00:04:36 - Dr. Mani's Experience with Her Father's Health 00:05:08 - Clinical Research Insights on Disease Progression 00:06:18 - Launching Live Age Well Practice 00:06:29 - Defining Holistic Health 00:08:03 - The Aging Industry and Control Over Aging 00:10:03 - Theories and Control of Aging 00:11:09 - Biological Age vs. Chronological Age 00:13:09 - Genetic and Lifestyle Factors in Aging 00:15:18 - Environmental Toxins and Aging 00:16:59 - Addressing Aging in Less Ideal Environments 00:20:43 - Importance of Knowledge and Self-Care 00:21:04 - Supplements and Their Claims 00:23:07 - Proprietary Blends in Supplements 00:24:05 - Frozen Fruits and Vegetables as an Option 00:25:32 - Reducing Biological Age 00:27:10 - Biological Age Explained 00:28:04 - Factors to Improve Biological Age 00:29:33 - Understanding Oxidation in the Body 00:33:08 - The Processes of Aging: Oxidation, Inflammation, Detoxification 00:37:11 - Solutions to Improve Biological Age 00:39:43 - Importance of Sleep in Aging 00:44:35 - Exercise as the Elixir of Youth 00:47:03 - Exercise and Brain Health 00:49:27 - Role of Supplements in Aging   More About Dr. Mani Kukreja: Dr. Mani Kukreja (MD, MPH, IIN) is an integrative health and wellness expert and the founder/CEO  of  Livagewell. She has extensive experience helping her clients optimize their overall health, including metabolic, skin, gut, and immune health.     Mani is a health, wellness, and lifestyle influencer, biohacker, and health advocate who is always on a quest to bio-optimize Health and Aging to live a balanced and sustainable life.    Mani is also an ambassador to a few health-optimizing supplement brands that she truly believes in values.    Dr Mani has authored several high-impact publications in peer-reviewed clinical research journals in the medical and wellness field throughout her career.      Resources from this Episode: LivAgeWell Website Dr. Mani on Instagram Clear Skin Chronicles Intentionally Well Podcast   Jane Sponsorship Information: Book a one-on-one demo here Mention the code LITZY1MO for a free month     Follow Dr. Karen Litzy on Social Media: Karen's Twitter Karen's Instagram Karen's LinkedIn   Subscribe to Healthy, Wealthy & Smart: YouTube Website Apple Podcast Spotify SoundCloud Stitcher iHeart Radio

Uncover the biggest secret behind Ronda Rousey's rise as a champion and pioneer of the fight game. Ronda Rousey was the first American woman to win an Olympic medal in judo, and UFC women's bantamweight champion from 2012 to 2015, she was also a professional wrestler in the WWE from 2017 to 2019, returning in 2022 before leaving in 2023. In this conversation Ronda and Steven discuss topics such as, her father's death by suicide, her eating disorder, abusive relationships with coaches, and the truth about the WWE. 00:00 Intro 02:10 Being Born With A Rare Disease 03:46 Ronda's Struggles as a Child 05:27 Her Father's Death When She Was A Child 07:35 Finding Out About Her Dad's Suicide 10:38 Ronda's Mother 11:46 What's Been Ingrained in Her as a Kid 13:34 Becoming a Prodigy of Judo 15:59 Her Competitive Nature for Fighting 20:30 Movin in With His Coach At 16 21:55 Her Struggles With Bulimia 24:33 Getting Bullied for Her Physique 25:49 Ronda Competing in the Beijing Olympics 26:30 Lack of Pay 27:01 Our Dark Side Becomes The Driver Of Our Success 29:32 How Her Concussions Affected Her Career 36:15 Defeating People in 60 Seconds 37:43 Having Very Strict/Abusive Coaches 39:56 How Did It Impact You? 42:53 Coaches Crossing the Line... 47:34 What Dana White Said About Ronda 48:55 Why Were You Fighting So Frequently? 50:15 Being The First Woman to Appear on the UFC 50:33 The New Jackie Chang 51:14 UFC 193 Ronda Vs Holly Holm 54:40 How Did You Feel After Losing? 58:14 Suicidal Thoughts 01:00:15 Ronda's Last Fight in the UFC 01:03:13 Her Husband Support During Tough Times 01:06:57 When Did WWE Come In? 01:10:44 Social Media Pressure 01:13:09 Did She Feel Expendable to the WWE? 01:13:30 Vince McMahon and Sexual Allegations 01:16:05 Ronda Suffering Two Miscarriages? 01:20:03 Where Does Her Happiness Come From? 01:27:32 Did Her Traumas Make Her Who She Is Today? 01:31:11 What She Learned From Her Dad? 01:33:04 Last Guest Question You can purchase Ronda's memoir, ‘Our Fight', here: https://amzn.to/43OM0P1 Follow Ronda: Twitter - https://bit.ly/4cI3SPP Instagram - https://bit.ly/3J4Tjc3 YouTube - https://bit.ly/3J2Qrwl Watch the episodes on Youtube - https://g2ul0.app.link/3kxINCANKsb My new book! 'The 33 Laws Of Business & Life' is out now - https://smarturl.it/DOACbook Follow me: https://beacons.ai/diaryofaceo Sponsors: Shopify: https://www.shopify.com/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Welcome Crystal to the podcast. Crystal loves her dogs. She also loves her TRD Pro T4R that she lovingly named The Fur Runner. Her Father bought her her first Toyota.  A Corolla, that she still has to this day. It has over 250,000 miles on it and is still going. He told her that it would last her a long time.  It certainly has.  It was rad getting to know Crystal and learning about her love for dogs and Toyotas.  Did you know she was in a Toyota commercial?  Yessir... Crystal, The Fur Runner and her Puppers!  The Fur Runner has some upgrades coming soon that we can't wait to see.  We follow her on Instagram @thefurrunner... go check her out! 

The dynamic duo of writing sisters, Amber and Danielle Brown join Dan to chat about their second novel: PERFECT LITTLE LIVES. Simone's father has been released from prison after being convicted of killing his wife/Simone's mom. A series of events upsets Simone's newly crafted quiet life and hurls her back to those painful events to try to determine who actually did kill her mother: Her Father or Someone Else. This thriller will keep you on edge right up to the chilling conclusion.

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Alice Pung OAM is one of Australia's foremost writers. She wrote the memoirs Unpolished Gem and Her Father's Daughter, and edited anthologies Growing Up Asian in Australia and My First Lesson. Her debut novel Laurinda won the Ethel Turner Prize at the 2016 NSW Premier's Literary Awards and has been adapted for the stage. Her second novel, One Hundred Days, was shortlisted for the 2022 Miles Franklin Award. She is also the author of children's books including Be Careful, Xiao Xin! (ill. Sher Rill Ng). Today, we're discussing her new children's series Millie Mak the Maker. Alice was awarded an Order of Australia Medal for services to literature in 2022.Our interview begins at 30:00We've got a Substack publication now! On the last day of the month, we share recommendations for two things we reckon you should read/watch/listen to. The beauty of Substack is you can revisit all our old editions and comment on our episode updates to share your thoughts. Come say hi! Take a look at our October wrap-up here!Mini book club: Laurinda by Alice PungA must-read of the Aussie young adult canon and a book we've meant to read for years. We're so glad we finally read this beautiful, heartfelt exploration of Lucy Lam's experience at a prestigious Melbourne girls' school. In this interview, we chat about:How the working-class suburbs of Australia where Alice grew up inspired the story of Millie MakInspiring young girls to make and craftThe class and privilege of children's toys and upcyclingThe magic of finding an illustrator to collaborate with who also understands the nuances of growing up in a country with a history of colonialismHow Alice has managed to write across so many age rangesWhy One Hundred Days became Alice's debut adult novelThe experience of seeing Laurinda adapted for the stageBooks and other things mentioned:1989 (Taylor's Version) (album)The Good Witch Deluxe by Maisie Peters (album)Positive Spin by Gretta Ray (album)Genevieve Novak (listen to our interview here)The Woman in Me by Britney SpearsBasil the Great Mouse Detective (film)Danielle Binks (listen to our interview)Labyrinth (film)Boy Swallows Universe by Trent DaltonAll the Light We Cannot See by Anthony DoerrHarry Potter and the Cursed Child (production)You can find ways to contact Alice on her website.Millie Mak the Maker is available now, as are all Alice's other books.Connect with us on Instagram: @betterwordspodPlease note that we choose podcast guests independently of Caitlin's job at HarperCollins Publishers. Although her job does help put us in touch with authors, we choose our guests based on what we've enjoyed reading and think you'd find interesting.

In Part 2 of this fun episode with Dr. Nnenna Ogwo, we explored the following:Nnenna's Early Years/Training: from Her Father's Influence to the Fulbright AwardNenna's Album, Luminous, Dedicated to Her Late MotherLater in the interview, we ventured into a reflective discussion on:

We all have our stories about how we got into the car hobby. For some of us it was through friends, others through family, and others still, it was simply forcing their way in because they simply loved the idea of it. Courtney Leonard grew up in the San Francisco Bay area surrounded by everything from flat bottom drag boats and 60's muscle cars to traditional open-bay hot rods. Her Father is a lifelong hot-rodder, and for as long as she can remember, she was tied to his hip whenever his aquatic or automotive exploits took place.  On this episode of the Hemmings Hot Rod BBQ Podcast host Mike Musto sits down with Courtney to see just how deep her love of hot rods is and talks about just how important the car hobby has been in her life.

It's Christina's BIRTHDAY WEEK! Technically on Thursday! So she picked a few freak daddy movies for your horror sick freak daddy minds. We know you well. We celebrate it and even open a surprise package that arrived at our door while we were recording. Then jump into Christina's Birthday movies to review this week! FLOWERS IN THE ATTIC (1987) about a group of kids and mother who lose their father. When the mother comes crawling back to her father to beg forgiveness for something in her past that you soon find out involves the Children. Who are locked in the attic TO DIE! Then Christina picked a horror movie with her name in it randomly. CHRISTINA'S HOUSE (2000) A typical wanna be slasher high AF on Lifetime movies with so bad it's good dialogue. People start dying in a house that Christina, Her Father and her little brother move into and they don't know why. Spooookyyy Birthday! So Help us celebrate Christina's Birthday by listening, sharing the episode and laughing at all of our terrible jokes. Episode Link ► https://www.longlivethevoid.com/episodes/ep341 LinkTree ► https://linktr.ee/btvcast Time Stamps HORRORSHOTS - 13:43 New Segment Happy Monday - 10:07 Flowers In the Attic (1987) Spoiler Free Review - 17:05 Flowers In the Attic - Trivia & Spoilers Discussion - 32:57 Christina's House (2000) Spoiler Free Review - 57:07 Christina's House - Trivia & Spoilers - 1:06:50 End of Podcast Talk - 1:26:58 So grab your Luggage and be sure to grab some Cookies. Oh and please for the love of podcasts don't forget to bring your Disco Ball Kid to the End as we travel Beyond The Void!

In s2e29, Platemark hosts Ann Shafer and Tru Ludwig talk about Claude Lorrain, the arbiter of landscape painting in the 17th century. He worked most of his life in Rome and elevated landscape as a subject up the academic hierarchy by including small figural groups and naming the compositions with mythological or biblical subjects. He's known by various names that can be confusing. He was born Claude Gelée in the independent duchy of Lorraine, which is why the French call him le Lorrain. The English, who collected his works assiduously and even now have the highest number of his works (by country), refer to him simple as Claude. He created an amazing cache of ink and wash drawings of each of his painted compositions in a first catalogue raisonné of sorts. He dubbed this book the Liber Veritatis («the book of truth»). Claude told his biographer Filippo Baldinucci that he kept the record as a defense against others passing off his work as theirs. This bound group of drawings was collected and owned by the Dukes of Devonshire from the 1720s until 1957 when it was given to the British Museum (in lieu of estate taxes upon the death of Victor Christian William Cavendish, the 9th Duke of Devonshire). While Claude died in 1682, his renown in England was enough to prompt the print publisher John Boydell to hire artist Richard Earlom to create prints after the drawings nearly one hundred years after Claude's death. Two hundred etchings with mezzotint were created between 1774 and 1777, and were published in two volumes as Liber Veritatis. Or, A Collection of Two Hundred Prints, After the Original Designs of Claude le Lorrain, in the Collection of His Grace the Duke of Devonshire, Executed by Richard Earlom, in the Manner and Taste of the Drawings.... Later, a third volume of an additional 100 prints was published in 1819. Earlom used etching to mimic Claude's ink lines and mezzotint for the wash areas. They were printed in brown ink to mimic iron gall ink. Hugely influential in England, the books were popular with collectors and were used by artists as models for copying. The Liber Veritatis also inspired J.M.W. Turner to produce a similar project of 71 prints after Turner's painted compositions, which he called Liber Studiorum. They may appear old fashioned to contemporary viewers, but rest assured, landscape was just getting its legs under it. Boring imagery? Maybe. But important for our story of the history of prints in the West. Episode image: Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). Seaport with Ulysses Returning Chryseis to Her Father, c. 1644. Pen and brown ink with brown and blue wash, heightened with white on blue paper. 19.8 x 26.2 cm. British Museum, London.   Gian Lorenzo Bernini (Italian, 1598–1680). Bust of Louis XIV, 1665. Marble. Palace of Versailles. Hyacinth Rigaud (French, 1659–1743). Louis VIX, 1700–01. Oil on canvas. 277 x 194 cm. (109 x 76 3/8 in.) The Louvre, Paris. Claude Mellan (French, 1598–1688). Louis XIV as a Child, 1618–1688. Engraving. Sheet (trimmed to platemark): 13 9/16 x 9 1/2 in. (34.5 x 24.2 cm.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Federico Barocci (Italian, 1528–1612). The Stigmatization of St. Francis, after the painting in the Church of the Capuccines, Urbino, c. 1575. Etching, engraving, and drypoint. Plate: 228 x 145 mm. (9 x 5 ¾ in.). Achenbach Foundation for Graphic Arts, Fine Arts Museum of San Francisco. Federico Barocci (Italian, 1528–1612). The Annunciation, c. 1585. Etching and engraving. Sheet (trimmed within platemark): 17 3/8 × 12 5/16 in. (441 × 312 mm.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Rembrandt (Dutch, 1606–1669). Christ Crucified between the Two Thieves: The Three Crosses (iv/iv state), c. 1660. Drypoint. Sheet (trimmed to platemark): 15 1/16 x 17 1/2 in. (382 x 444 mm.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Annibale Carracci (Italian, c. 1557–c. 1642). St. Jerome in the Wilderness, c. 1591. Etching and engraving. Sheet (trimmed to platemark) : 24.8 x 19.2 cm. (9 ¾ x 7 9/16 in.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Guido Reni (Italian, 1575–1642). The Holy Family, c. 1595–1600. Etching and engraving. Sheet (trimmed to platemark): 20 x 14 cm. (7 7/8 x 5 12 in.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Jusepe de Ribera (Spanish, 1591–1652). The Penitence of St. Peter. 1621. Etching and engraving. Sheet (trimmed to platemark): 31.8 x 24.2 cm. (12 ½ x 9 ½ in.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Salvator Rosa (Italian, 1615–1673). Jason and the Dragon, 1663–64. Etching and drypoint. Plate: 13 5/16 × 8 9/16 in. (33.8 × 21.8 cm.); sheet: 14 5/16 × 9 15/16 in. (36.4 × 25.3 cm.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Gian Lorenzo Bernini (Italian, 1598–1680). The Ecstasy of Saint Teresa, 1647-52.  White marble set in an elevated aedicule in the Cornaro Chapel, Santa Maria della Vittoria, Rome. Caravaggio (Italian, 1571–1610). Conversion of Saint Paul on the Way to Damascus, 1600–01. Oil on canvas. 230 × 175 cm. (91 × 69 in.). Santa Maria del Popolo, Rome. Andrea Pozzo (Italian, 1642–1709). Assumption of St. Francis, c. 1685. Sant'Ignazio, Rome. Pietro Testa (Italian, 1612–1650). The Martyrdom of St. Erasmus, c. 1630. Etching. Sheet: (trimmed to platemark): 27.9 x 18.9 cm. (11 7 7/16 in.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Jacques Callot (French, 1592–1635). Plate eleven: The Hanging from the series The Large Miseries and Misfortunes of War, 1633. Etching. Sheet: 4 1/8 x 8 1/4 in. (10.5 x 21 cm.); plate: 3 1/4 x 7 5/16 in. (8.2 x 18.6 cm.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Peter Paul Rubens (Flemish, 1577–1640). The Consequences of War, 1637–38. Oil on canvas mounted to panel. 206 x 342 cm. (81 x 134 ½ in.). Palazzo Pitti, Florence. Diego Velasquez (Spanish, 1599–1660). Surrender at Breda, 1634–35. Oil on canvas. 307 x 367 cm. (121 x 144 in.) Museo del Prado, Madrid. Callot's Hanging Tree spreads word of the facts of the attack on Nancy, whereas paintings can only be in one place (Rubens' Consequences of War and Velasquez's Surrender at Breda). Jean Marot (French, 1619–1679), after Gian Lorenzo Bernini (Italian, 1598–1680). The Louvre in Paris, elevation of the principal facade facing Saint-Germain l'Auxerrois. Plate 8 from Jacques-François Blondel's Architecture françoise, volume 4, book 6. Nicolas Poussin (French, 1594–1665). Et in Arcadia ego, 1637–38. Oil on canvas. 85 × 121 cm. (34 1/4 × 47 1/4 in.). Louvre, Paris. Nicolas Poussin (French, 1594–1665). Landscape with St. John Patmos, 1640. Oil on canvas. 100.3 × 136.4 cm (39 1/2 × 53 5/8 in.). Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago. Nicolas Poussin (French, 1594–1665). The Abduction of the Sabine Women, c. 1633–34. Oil on canvas. 60 7/8 x 82 5/8 in. (154.6 x 209.9 cm.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Rembrandt van Rijn (Dutch, 1606–1669). Landscape with the Good Samaritan, 1638. Oil on oak panel. 46.2 × 65.5 cm. (18 × 25 3/4 in.). Czartorynski Museum, Kraków. Jacob van Ruisdael (Dutch, 1628/1629–1682). View of Haarlem with Bleaching Fields, c. 1670–75. Oil on canvas. 62.2 x 55.2 cm. (24 ½ x 21 ¾ in.). Kunsthaus Zurich, Zurich. Thomas Cole (American, born England, 1801–1848). Catskill Mountains Landscape, c. 1826. Oil on panel. 15 15/16 x 21 7/8 in. Sheldon Museum, University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Tru's diagrams of Poussin's Et in Arcadia Ego. Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). Self-Portrait. Oil on canvas. Musée des Beaux-Arts de Tours. Richard Earlom (British, 1743–1822), after Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). Frontispiece for the Liber Studiorum, 1777. Plate: 7 x 5 in. New York Public Library. Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). Seaport with the Embarkation of the Queen of Sheba, 1648. Oil on canvas. 149.1 × 196.7 cm. (58 3/4 × 77 1/2 in.). National Gallery, London. One of many Claude Lorrain paintings with its corresponding diagram. Several diagrams showing compositional plans according to the Golden Ratio. Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). Rustic Dance, 1637. Oil on canvas. Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence. Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). The Village Boerendans Dance, c. 1637. Etching. 29.7 x 24.1 cm. (11 ¾ x 9 ½ in.). Alamy Stock Photo. Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). Harbor Scene with Rising, 1634. Etching. Sheet: 5 9/16 x 8 1/4 in. (14.1 x 21 cm.); plate: 5 1/8 x 7 13/16 in. (13 x 19.8 cm.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). Harbor Scene with Rising Sun, c. 1649. Oil on canvas. 97 x 119 cm. (38 x 46 ¾ in.). Hermitage Museum, St. Petersburg. Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). Seaport with Ulysses Returning Chryseis to Her Father, c. 1644. Pen and brown ink with brown and blue wash, heightened with white on blue paper. 19.8 x 26.2 cm. British Museum, London. Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). Seaport with Ulysses Returning Chryseis to Her Father, 1650s. Oil on canvas. 119 x 150 cm (46 ¾ x 59 in.). Louvre, Paris. Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). Landscape wirth Aeneas at Delos, c. 1672. Pen and brown ink and brown wash, with gray-brown wash. 19.3 x 25.6 cm. British Museum, London. Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). Landscape with Aeneas at Delos, 1672. Oil on canvas. 99.6 x 134.3 cm. National Gallery, London. Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). Index of owners of Claude's paintings in the Liber Veritatis. British Museum, London. Richard Earlom (British, 1743–1822), after Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682). Holy Family, from the Liber Veritatis, 1776. Etching and aquatint. Sheet : 23 x 29.4 cm.; plate: 20.8 x 26.3 cm. Pushkin State Museum of Fine Arts, Moscow. Richard Earlom (British, 1743–1822), after Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682), published by John Boydell (British, 1719–1804). Liber veritatis: or, A collection of prints, after the original designs of Claude le Lorrain ; in the collection of His Grace the Duke of Devonshire, 1777–1819. New York Public Library, New York. John Boydell (British, 1719–1804), publisher. Dedication from Liber veritatis: or, A collection of prints, after the original designs of Claude le Lorrain ; in the collection of His Grace the Duke of Devonshire, 1777–1819. New York Public Library, New York. James Mallord William Turner (British, 1775–1851). Fifth Plague of Egypt, from the Liber Studiorum, part III, plate 16), 1808. Etching only (before first state). Plate: 7 x 10 in. (17.8 x 25.4 cm.); sheet: 8 1/8 x 25 in. (20.6 x 63.5 cm.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. James Mallord William Turner (British, 1775–1851) and Charles Turner (British, 1774–1857). Fifth Plague of Egypt, from the Liber Studiorum, part III, plate 16), 1808. Etching and mezzotint (first state of three). Plate: 7 1/16 x 10 1/4 in. (17.9 x 26 cm.); sheet: 8 1/4 x 11 7/16 in. (21 x 29.1 cm.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Claude Glass. Science Museum, London. Richard Earlom (British, 1743–1822), after Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682), published by John Boydell (British, 1719–1804). No. 154 from Liber veritatis: or, A collection of prints, after the original designs of Claude le Lorrain ; in the collection of His Grace the Duke of Devonshire, 1777–1819. New York Public Library, New York. Richard Earlom (British, 1743–1822), after Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682), published by John Boydell (British, 1719–1804). No. 1 and 2 from Liber veritatis: or, A collection of prints, after the original designs of Claude le Lorrain ; in the collection of His Grace the Duke of Devonshire, 1777–1819. New York Public Library, New York. Richard Earlom (British, 1743–1822), after Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682), published by John Boydell (British, 1719–1804). No. 3 and 4 from Liber veritatis: or, A collection of prints, after the original designs of Claude le Lorrain ; in the collection of His Grace the Duke of Devonshire, 1777–1819. New York Public Library, New York.  Richard Earlom (British, 1743–1822), after Claude Lorrain (French, c. 1600–1682), published by John Boydell (British, 1719–1804). No. 13 and 14 from Liber veritatis: or, A collection of prints, after the original designs of Claude le Lorrain ; in the collection of His Grace the Duke of Devonshire, 1777–1819. New York Public Library, New York. Claude Mellan (French, 1598–1688). Moses Before the Burning Bush, 1663. Engraving. Sheet (trimmed to platemark): 9 7/16 x 13 3/16 in. (24 x 33.5 cm.). Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Golden mean diagram, https://blog.artsper.com/en/a-closer-look/golden-ratio-in-art/.  

One after the other, the children just kept dying. By the time Laura Elizabeth Folbigg was laid to rest at just one-and-a-half years old, the world wanted answers, and her mother Kathleen Folbigg stood accused of one of the most heinous crimes imaginable, the murder of four of her own children, all under the age of two. How to support: For extra perks including extra content, early release, and ad-free episodes - Go to - Patreon How to connect: Website Instagram Facebook Twitter Please check out our sponsors and help support the podcast: Zocdoc - Go to zocdoc.com/MADNESS and download the Zocdoc app for FREE. Then find and book a top-rated doctor today. Many are available within 24 hours. Better Help - This episode is brought to you by BetterHelp - Give online therapy a try at betterhelp.com/MADNESS and get on your way to being your best self. Babbel - Get up to 55% off your subscription when you go to babbel.com/Madness PDS Debt - PDS DEBT is offering free debt analysis to our listeners just for completing the quick and easy debt assessment at www.PDSDebt.com/mad Vessi - Click vessi.com/MADNESS and use code MADNESS for 15% off your entire order! Free shipping to CA, US, AU,JP, TW,KR, SG Hello Fresh - Go to HelloFresh.com/madness50 and use code madness50 for 50% off, plus your first box ships free! Manly Bands - There's no better time to invest in a Manly Bands wedding ring than right now. We're offering a 25% discount on all wedding rings at ManlyBands.com with code MADNESS. Rocket Money - Stop throwing your money away. Cancel unwanted subscriptions and manage your expenses the easy way by going to RocketMoney.com/minds Liquid IV - Grab your Liquid I.V. Hydration Multiplier Sugar-Free in bulk nationwide at Costco or get 20% off when you go to www.liquid-iv.com and use code MADNESS at checkout. CrimeCon Appearances: Join us in London (June 10 - 11) or in Orlando (September 22 - 24). And don't forget to quote "MADNESS" to claim your discount. CrimeCon UK - https://www.crimecon.co.uk CrimeCon US - https://www.crimecon.com Research & Writing: Matt Snell Sources: 7news.com.au: Kathleen Folbigg's ex-husband Craig Folbigg speaks out after her pardon ABC.net.au Kathleen Folbigg conviction questioned after scientists discover genetic mutation which 'likely' killed two children BBC: Kathleen Folbigg: Woman jailed over infant deaths pardoned BHP: Our history CNN: Genetics may free a woman convicted of killing her 4 babies and help other parents explain the unexplainable Crimelibrary.org: Her Father's Daughter - The Kathleen Folbigg Story Daily Mail: Read the ominous handwritten letters a convicted baby killer sent to her best mate from behind bars - as they claim new evidence proves she DIDN'T smother her four kids to death: 'She's innocent' Huntervalley.com Justice for Kathleen Folbigg: Plea for Craig Folbigg to Provide His DNA Mamamia: When Kathleen Folbigg was 15, she learned the truth about her family's dark history Mayo Clinic: Sudden infant death syndrome (SIDS) Nationwide Children's Hospital: Laryngomalacia New Zealand Herald: Kathleen Folbigg: Notorious serial killer savagely bashed after moving prisons news.com.au: Inside serial baby killer Kathleen Folbigg's violent and tragic life Redacted report of Dr Michael Diamond dated 16 April 2019 Skynews.com.au: Tracy Chapman tells Kathleen Folbigg's former husband 'no point holding grudges' after ex wife pardoned over kids' deaths Supreme Court of New South Wales: R v Folbigg [2005] NSWCCA 23 (17 February 2005) The Age: 'I read her diary,' husband tells court The Age: Killing them softly The Daily Telegraph: Crime Week — The true story of child killer Kathleen Folbigg The Daily Telegraph: Kathleen Folbigg: Scientists plea for ex-husband's DNA The Guardian: Kathleen Folbigg hoped for ‘genetic miracle' after murder convictions, prison letters show The Guardian: Kathleen Folbigg pardoned and released after 20 years in jail over deaths of her four children The Guardian: Kathleen Folbigg to testify at inquiry into convictions for killing her four babies The Guardian: Kathleen Folbigg's ‘fierce women' on the need to challenge misogyny in criminal cases The Sydney Morning Herald: ‘Dear Trace': Kathleen Folbigg's prison letters to childhood friend The Sydney Morning Herald: Brutal father, tragic children: Folbigg was doomed to trauma The Sydney Morning Herald: Four dead by their mother's hand YouTube: Despite Kathleen's release from jail, Craig Folbigg still believes his children were murdered YouTube: IN FULL: NSW Attorney-General pardons Kathleen Folbigg | ABC News YouTube: Kathleen Folbigg speaks after being released from a jail near Grafton | 7NEWS YouTube: Kathleen Folbigg's tragic life started long before her babies died | ABC News YouTube: The unshakeable faith of the supporters behind the Kathleen Folbigg pardon | 7.30

On this special interview episode, Erin speaks with author T. M. Dunn to discuss her new novel, Her Father's Daughter, a skillfully written thriller novel that will keep you on the edge of your seat! Make sure to check out T. M. Dunn's website for more info and pick up your copy of the book today: https://www.patriciadunnauthor.com/. For some excellent bonus content and ad-free versions, support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/itsafandomthingpod. You can follow us on Facebook: facebook.com/itsafandomthingpod Twitter: @fandomthingpod Instagram: @itsafandomthingpod Discord: https://discord.com/channels/1042986989349257216/1042987584151879762 You can follow Fergie on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@schroederandfergs Cover art by Carla Temis. Podcast logo by Erin Amos. Photo courtesy of Christine Petrella. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We are Traci and Ellie, two bookish friends who read in any spare minute that we have.  This week we are celebrating our 100th episode! To shop the books listed in this episode, visit our shop at bookshop.org.   Literally Reading: Pineapple Street by Jenny Jackson (Traci) My Murder by Katie Williams (Ellie) Crack the Book Open: Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen Mary Oliver  Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver Kitchens of the Great Midwest by J. Ryan Stradal  American Girl Doll Books Ramona and Her Father by Beverly Cleary  Charlotte's Web by E.B. White Harriet the Spy by Louise Fitzhugh  Save Me the Plums by Ruth Reichl  Bomb Shelter by Mary Laura Philpott  The Only Plane in the Sky by Garrett M. Graff Tell Me More by Kelly Corrigan  The Friend Zone by Abby Jimenez Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn The Knockoff by Jo Piazza and Lucy Sykes  A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas Jane Austen  Elizabeth Strout  Amor Towles  Ann Napolitano  Auntie Poldi and the Sicilian Lions by Maria Giordano   Olympus, Texas by Stacey Swann Rules of Civility by Amor Towles Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng  Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling  Hello Beautiful by Ann Napolitano   

For a girl named Faith, she lived a life where there was little of it. At just three years old her first memory was her house being raided by the police. Her Father was heavily addicted to all manner of drugs and she never remembers a time he was sober. Whenever the chaos and madness would catch up to him, his answer was to move her mom and two brothers to another state or another city for a fresh start. Unfortunately, bound by the same habits and decisions the trajectory of their lives would end back in chaos. Domestic Violence and Emotional Neglect was par for the course in her life. Her Mother was terrified to stand up for herself because of the threats he made, her answer was to work hard and pay the bills. Faith was hopeful for a moment when her Father ended up in prison, but alcoholism stepped in and brought things back to chaos. As Faith grew up she began to wonder how her life could be different, how she could find fulfillment: maybe a steady relationship, maybe a baby of her own? After a lifetime of chaos her answer came and everything changed IN AN INSTANT. Don't forget to share our show, follow us, and leave us a review! You can follow our insta handle at documented.the podcast  or email us at Documented.thepodcast@gmail.com.  We love hearing from you, thank you for listening!  Hosted By: Raelynn Rosas and Melissa Cutter #saved #Prescott #Arizona

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How can a father's love shape a daughter's dream and her ability to bring it to fruition in her own life? We chat with Jane Biondi Munna, co-author of Let's Be Frank: A Daughter's Tribute to Her Father, The Media Mogul You've Never Heard Of. Though her father was an extremely successful media executive, Jane shares her own #dreamdriving journey and how she navigated figuring out when it was okay to put one dream in park in order to put another into drive. She also shares how her father's untimely diagnosis with cancer and eventual death led her to publishing her first book -his memoir - and all the lessons she learned along the way. More about Jane here: Jane Biondi Munna is a Managing Director at JPMorgan Chase. She has served for over a decade there in roles across finance, strategy, marketing, and communications, including as the executive communications partner to the co-president and COO of the firm. Her career has spanned finance, media, and sports. Jane can talk corporate “inside baseball,” and she can also talk “baseball baseball.” Her twenty years of experience began with investment banking and included a few years in marketing and special events for the Los Angeles Dodgers where she booked celebrities to throw out the ceremonial first pitch or sing the national anthem and coordinated pregame and in-game entertainment for corporate sponsorship partners. She is the co-author of “Let's Be Frank: A Daughter's Tribute to Her Father, The Media Mogul You've Never Heard of,” chosen as a Publishers Weekly Booklife, Editor's Pick. She earned an MBA from the UCLA Anderson School of Management and a BA from Princeton.  BUY : www.letsbefrankbook.com FIND DREAMS IN DRIVE ON:Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/dreamsindrive Twitter: http://twitter.com/dreamsindrive Web: https://www.dreamsindrive.com SIGN UP FOR OUR WEEKLY NEWSLETTER - THE KEYS: www.dreamsindrive.com/join  JOIN THE #DREAMSINDRIVE FACEBOOK GROUP: www.dreamsindrive.com/facebook

"In this special conversation with Author Academy Award winner Sandra L. Rostirolla, she shares her incredible journey from being a physiotherapist to becoming a successful author, novelist, and screenwriter. Sandra discusses her experience of winning multiple awards for the Cecilia Series, her Unique writing routine, how she overcame challenges as a writer, and her Newly Released book "Making Friends With Monsters". She also opens up about how she dealt with her father's suicide and emphasizes the importance of addressing mental health issues for young adults." Time Stamps in Following way : 00:00 Welcome  00:15 Introduction  02:49 What's Your Story & How it Started ? 09:50 Adventures of Gilbert the Goofball 12:55 Cecilia Series Rewarding experience  17:08 Feeling of Winning awards for Cecilia  19:41 Bestselling Writing Routine 25:30 Routine for New Writers  27:21 difference between Screenplay and Novels 30:15 How you Overcome Challenges as an Writer  34:33 About New Released "Making Friends With Monsters 39:20 How she Dealt with Her Father's Suicide? 41:33 What Message do you hope readers will Take Away from Sam's Journey in Making Friends With Monsters ? 43:33 why is it important to talk about and address mental health issues, especially for young adults? 46:10 What Advice would you give to aspiring writers who are looking to be Award winning Writer like you ? 49:32 Social media handles Visit : www.slrostirolla.com Grab Your Copy Now : MAKING FRIENDS WITH MONSTERS Connect with Sandra : Sandra on Instagram Sandra on Facebook Sandra on Twitter Listen Author Sandra's Storytelling Collab With us : A Mother's Pain Listen n Download FREE YOUR FAV STORIES : Romance : https://creativeaudios.in/romance  Adventure : https://creativeaudios.in/season/23  Super Hero : https://creativeaudios.in/superheroes  Spiritual Stories : https://creativeaudios.in/spiritualstories Crime & Mystery https://creativeaudios.in/crime-and-mystery Sherlock Holmes : https://creativeaudios.in/season/7  Christmas stories : https://creativeaudios.in/season/25 Arabian Nights : https://creativeaudios.in/season/5 Adventures of Sinbad : https://creativeaudios.in/season/23 Interviews with Global Artists : https://creativeaudios.in/season/26 Follow on Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/podcastaudios/ Follow us on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/podcastaudios/ --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/creativecellsaudios.in/support

Her Father's Daughter

John Register and his daughter, Ashley Register share what it means to stand up for what is right. This is one of a two-part episode series on “How to Amputate Fear in Parenting and Family Life.” Daughter, Ashley Register is a dedicated and seasoned event planning professional as well as a singer and songwriter in Atlanta, GA. Her Father, John Register is a Silver medalist, Paralympic Athlete, Olympic trials qualifier, combat Army veteran, and amputee. As a professional speaker, he inspires people to hurdle adversity, amputate fear, and embrace a new normal mindset to win life's medals. Here is what to expect on this week's show: How overcoming the trauma of becoming an amputee, mixed with fear and doubt, influenced faith and family values.  A healthy perspective of young adults is to see their parents as fellow humans who are also going through life. The importance of tuning into each child's uniqueness and exposing them to experiences that shape them as adults. How the accumulation of family convictions led to Ashley's courageous leadership in a peaceful protest. Advocating for black lives matter and being in harms way, she experienced her dad's support. Connect with John and Ashley: Links Mentioned: Website: https://johnregister.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/jfregister Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/johnfregister/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JohnFRegister LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/johnregister/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiG9MrQUc3AogdmIlMArT3w For Judy's resources and connection: Relationship Stress Quiz - https://www.judycounselor.com Complimentary Clarity Call - https://judykherman.as.me/ComplimentaryCall LinkedIn - https://www.linkedin.com/in/judykherman/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On November 1st, just a week before the mid-term elections, I sat down with Anne Graham Lotz.  Anne is the daughter of Rev. Billy Graham. She is the founder of AnGeL Ministries and is the author of 11 books, including “Just Give Me Jesus”.I asked Anne to join us so we could hear from her about the state of our nation from a Biblical worldview.  In our Pledge of Allegiance, we recite, “…one nation under God…”, but are we really still one nation under God, or have we forgotten about God or turned our back on Him?  We also pledge that these United States are “indivisible”, yet this nation is perhaps more divided than it has been in decades.Where have we gone and where are we headed?  And what DOES God have to say about the United States of America? Whether you are a Democrat, Republican, far-left, far-right, or somewhere in between, this conversation with Anne Graham Lotz is one that all Americans need to hear.If you are a follower of Jesus Christ, you've likely wondered as I have, “how do I navigate the politics of our country while still adhering to God's Word and to His instruction?”Well, I hope you will prayerfully listen to this Conversation of Hope with Anne Graham Lotz to gain some insight into that very question. ------------------------FROM THE SHOW:Anne Graham Lotz website:https://www.annegrahamlotz.org/Daily Light Devotions from Anne:https://www.annegrahamlotz.org/category/daily-light/AnGeL Ministries store:https://www.annegrahamlotz.org/store/Anne's Tribute to Her Father, Billy Graham:https://www.annegrahamlotz.org/2018/02/21/daddy-is-at-home/------------------------MORE ABOUT THE PODCAST:Behind The Mike website:https://BehindTheMikePodcast.comEmail:Mike@BehindTheMike.netRate & Review on Apple Podcasts:https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/behind-the-mike-conversations-of-hope/id1491102872SPONSOR:Covenant EyesGet 30-days FREE using promo code:  BEHINDTHEMIKEhttps://covenanteyes.comSupport the Show:  https://buymeacoffee.com/TheMikePodcastSupport the showWatch these podcasts on YouTube!Follow Us!FacebookInstagramTikTok

Get Inspiring Messages, Emotional Fitness techniques and more great Ideas like this right to your inbox with our Whole Human Newsletter.  SIGN UP HERE TODAY!  - Dream BIG. Live WELL.The Whole Human Method is a guide for expanding our Minds and Careers. Get insights and tangible exercises that Improve our Careers, Relationships, Performance, Productivity, Emotional Health and Mental Fitness.Email The Show - to suggest a guest, work With Phillip 1:1, and learn about Speaking Engagement and Master Classes.Connect with Phillip on Linkedin and InstagramTodays Episode American forces were instrumental in the lives of many Afghans for over 20 years. Many of them never knew life without Americans in in their country. It's been a year since the withdrawal and on this Veterans Day we hear the story of Asma Paigeer who overcome immense fear and uncertainty and put the lives of others ahead of one's own.Asma Paigeer showed incredible courage as she worked with US Forces to escape the Taliban following the fall of Afghanistan. She not only helped herself but saved the lives of 147 young women and refused to leave without rescuing the 3 that were kidnapped by the Taliban. Her Father worked with US forces for 15 years and they were a visible family in Afghanistan. When the government was succeeded by the Taliban their home was marked and her family including herself were targeted.  Now that she has escaped to the US she is a student at VA Tech and is making it her personal life mission to learn, succeed and work to improve her country. Her message is simple. “ If I don't Succeed, then they Win”  Take a listen and support Asma's education at with the link provided below  https://gofund.me/a97046d7

This is The Briefing, a daily analysis of news and events from a Christian worldview.Part I (00:13 - 09:37) ula is Back: Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva Elected Again as Brazil's Next President —Revealing Major Issues Between Populism on the Right and Left Part II (09:37 - 23:28) Violence within a Political Context: Paul Pelosi Attacked in San Francisco — Does This Mark a New Era of Violence Against Political Leaders in the U.S.?Suspect in Assault at Pelosi Home had Posted about QAnon by Associated Press (Michael Biesecker and Bernard Condon)How to Respond to the Horrifying Pelosi Attack by Washington Post (The Editorial Board)The Assault on Paul Pelosi by Wall Street Journal (The Editorial Board)Part III (23:28 - 26:41) ‘Remember People, Guns and Diet Mountain Dew Don't Mix': Woman Objects to Her Father's Favorite Diet Soda with a Revolver“Don't Dew This!” NC Police Cite Woman Who Didn't Want Dad Drinking Mountain Dew by Charlotte Observer (Joe Marusak)Sign up to receive The Briefing in your inbox every weekday morning.Follow Dr. Mohler:Twitter | Instagram | Facebook | YouTubeFor more information on The Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, go to sbts.edu.For more information on Boyce College, just go to BoyceCollege.com.To write Dr. Mohler or submit a question for The Mailbox, go here.

Episode #147 of The Athletes Podcast features Hannah Sharts, Captain for the University of Colorado Boulder women's soccer team. Hannah is pursuing her masters in organizational leadership. She was born in Simi Valley, California. Her Father played baseball at the University of Cal State Northridge & in the minor leagues for the Cleveland Indians, her Mother played soccer at UCLA, and you'll hear all about her sibling rivalry in the episode. Hannah created the first fundraiser for the CU women's soccer team and is an advocate for women's sports off the field on social media. In the episode, we discuss everything from her family's athletic background, to the advantage of playing at an elevation for home games, her transferable skills from studying leadership in the classroom to applying them on the field. Stick around til the end to hear her biggest piece of advice for the next generation of athletes. By the way if you're want to learn from the people we've had on the show in the past, be sure to check out our discord & Facebook page where we're beginning to be much more active & will be updating on future clothing releases, app developments, send me a message if you have any questions. Now let's get into episode #147 featuring Hannah Sharts here we go!00:00 - 02:23 Intro 02:23 - 06:36 Life at CU06:36 - 09:48 UCLA09:48 - 11:59 Sibling Rivalry11:59 - 16:03 Next Steps16:03 - 18:33 Nutrition & Fitness18:33 - 19:59 Ad19:59 - 26:08 Leadership26:08 - 27:34 NIL & Fundraiser27:34 - 29:18 CU Resources29:18 - 31:11 Advice for the Next Gen & OutroEnjoy! Check out our Website | Twitter | LinkedIn | Instagram Sponsors this week: outway.com - AP15 at checkout https://thirdzy.com/discount/AP25