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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 9 The Sinister Science Club In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Anyone can be who they want to be; the challenge is being who you need to be Raven Thorpe was awarded the 'honor' of working with me, a designation she groaned over, and other girls glared at her with jealousy. After class she attempted to shoulder past me but I tapped her arm. "Can we talk for a second?" I inquired. "Don't you have to scurry off and take care of your schedule?" she replied blandly. "Can you stop being a bitch for fifteen seconds so we can figure out which author we can work on?" I snapped angrily. She pulled up short as if she expects to be pimp-slapped next. "Okay, who do you have in mind?" she requested. "And if you say William Shakespeare, I am going to smack you with my book bag." "I was thinking the political works of Edmund Burke," I suggested. Raven blinked. "Seriously, I didn't think you even knew who Edmund Burke was, much less that he was the father of modern conservatism," Raven congratulated me. It was almost like she wanted to pat me on the head and give me a doggy bone. "I was thinking of concentrating more on his works during the American Revolution, but if that's what you are more comfortable with, we could cover his later period works instead," I offered. "Good point, Zane. Let's talk it over during lunch," Raven suggested. "Zane," summoned a female voice from outside the classroom. "Go on," Raven smirked, "enjoy your disproportionate level of abuse." "You act like I have any choice in the matter," I shrugged. It was of little consolation that Raven made it ten more feet from the door when she got snatched up too. This time out, my mistress got to point to a feature on her body and I had to give it a flattering description, I know, my life is utter hell. I had no idea where the Science Club met; I even began to get the sinking feeling they carefully controlled any information about themselves, sort of like a secret society, or the CIA. "Hello, I'm Paige," spoke this girl, who apparently materialized out of the ether. I'm not paranoid; I've spent the past two years in a region where you have to be alert because Tigers are common and I say this girl freaking ghosted me, Man. "I'm with the Science Club. You will come with me right now," she smiled like said predator cat trying to disguise herself as a white rabbit. "You are albino," I noted. She had long white hair, alabaster skin, and a red shadow to her eyes. She was also the only girl to date I'd seen with the dark blue jacket that was part of our winter uniform. She also had a jaunty blue hat and white stockings instead of socks. "You have eyes," she rolled hers, "now come along." I started to follow her. "So what is this meeting about?" I asked. "It isn't a meeting; we require you for something," she replied. "What is it?" I became more cautious. "It is a surprise," she mocked me. "Stop wasting my time and come along." "Cool, I'm out of here." I grinned, turned, and left. Paige staggered and seemed unable to grasp my departure. "Where are you going?" she snapped tartly. "To Archery Club," I replied, while still walking away. "But, but you said you would come," she stuttered. "Am I a person? Are you?" "Yes and yes," she replied with irritation. "Are you an idiot or a child? Because those are the only reasons to forgive your spoiled behavior," I turned and said. Paige glared. "So you assume you are smarter than me and can be rude to someone who is doing you a favor." "We are the ones doing you a favor," Paige snapped back. "Now we want you to repay us." "Did you discuss payment when you did me the favor of rewiring my room? No? Good, because if you had, I would clearly be suffering a form of amnesia," I gave back. "If you want something, you can ask as a friend or you can offer me something that makes it worth my while. Now go back to Cordelia and tell her you have returned alone because you were so much smarter than me. If you could only 'speak friend', I continued walking away. "Wait," Paige called out nervously. "I, I, and I could almost hear the wheels turning. "Speak friend and enter." I stopped in midstride. "So you read through my school records and know my top ten influences," I turned and responded. We stared at each other for almost a minute until she finally gave up and put on her sunglasses. I retraced my steps back to her. "Favorite member of the Fellowship?" I tested her. "Legolas," she responded. I scoffed and she had the human decency to look embarrassed. "Ha," I scoffed again. "Horny girls go for the elf; the marrying kind goes for Aragorn." "Who is yours, then, wise guy?" she volleyed. "Boromir," I declared my allegiance. "Ah, of course; the veteran warrior in a doomed struggle; he forsakes his honor only to redeem it in a hopeless fight, perishing in the arms of his brothers," Paige retorted. "I thought you would have gone for Aragorn, the Uncrowned King." "Hmm," I winced, "my second choice was actually Frodo but that would have sounded gay." "You can't be gay; you are not clever enough to conceal that," she stated. "See, now you are sounding like Saruman the White," I teased. "Let me guess: because I'm an albino," she grumbled. "You are an albino? I was talking about your facial hair and that arrogant, know-it-all vibe you've got going on," I joked. Paige stared at me, suddenly speechless, finally taping her chin. "At least you didn't call me Gollum," she admitted. "Nah; too much hair and not enough skin slime," I explained as I ran the back of one finger over her cheek. She flinched slightly. "Are you going to, please, come with me now?" she asked much more politely. "Are you going to have sex with me?" I grinned. "What?" she squawked. "Just joshing you," I smiled. "You are far too pretty to be interested in me. Let's go." I'd clearly unsettled her because she didn't say another word to me until we were going downstairs in the Clegger Science Building. "Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked as we finished the last set of stairs. "I must confess I find most women attractive, but you are far prettier than most," I replied. "Do you still want to have sex with me?" she said in a casual voice. I took her hand and placed it on my heart. "Hah," she snorted, "I get it; your heart is beating so yes, you want to have sex with me." "I was going to say that a steady heartbeat indicated I was telling the truth, but someone keeps insisting they are smarter than me," I teased her. Am I really asking for another sex partner? What's wrong with me? Her reaction wasn't what I expected it to be and then I realized that she still had something over on me, the reason for me being here. Bitch. She opened a door into a dark room and ushered me in. There appeared to be about ten ladies in the room, playing with a variety of electronics. "Delivered as promised," Paige called out. "What did he hit you with?" a short caramel-skinned girl inquired. "Fellowship of the Ring," Paige grinned. Mother-fuckers! "Did he offer to have sex with you?" Cordelia asked playfully. "Yes. And not only gave me a 'pretty' but also a 'far prettier'." Paige gave me a smug look. "Ha, ha, ha," I muttered. Idiot me forgot that psychology is also a science, and the reason we don't have a chess club at FFU was also evident; the Science Club devoured them. "Come on, Zane," Cordelia batted her full lashes at me. "We need a little favor and it won't take fifteen minutes." "Couldn't you simply coerce me into doing this?" I stated. "I'm sure this whole rigmarole of making me think I'm doing you a favor has to be making things more difficult." "We are all friends here," Cordelia smiled. "No, if we were all friends here, Iona would be at my side," I scolded her. "I admit you did a great scam getting me in this room, but you aren't nearly as good at lying to my face as you think you are." "Iona, Paige started to say. "Don't!" Cordelia snapped, then took a deep breath. "If you threaten Iona he will hit you, no," she corrected, "He'll hit me," Cordelia reasoned out. "There are eleven of us," another girl, Pandora Jaspers, stated, somewhat angry and confident. "I've seen him fight, Pandora. I saw him drop Mercy Chaplain. I've seen him fight Cappadocia Davis and Coach Gorman too," Cordelia said coolly as we stared at one another. "Unless we curl up in a ball on the ground, he'll beat us down. We'll hurt him, but Zane can take more pain than we can because he cares about her." "On that note, I'm gone again. Good going Paige; I'm sure you can think of something to make your sisters understand," I shrugged and moved for the door. "Zane, I need you to strip down and let us attach a series of video and biometric sensors so we can create a 'Virtual Zane' for a little project we are working on," Cordelia blurted out. I had to think hard about this; not because I didn't want to do it but because I had to figure if this was an honest play or another convoluted turn of the screws. I turned and looked at Cordelia. "There was no way in hell you ever thought I was a professor and you miraculously materialized outside my first class with the knowledge I was actually a freshman, damn, Cordelia, can't you just ask for stuff?" I berated her. "If you ask, you depend on another to get what you want; if you deceive, you win or lose on your own abilities," she shrugged. "Besides, I did ask you to kiss me; remember?" "Good enough; where do you want me to stand?" I responded. "Wait," Paige gawked. "Now he is doing it." "Alright ladies," one girl grinned. "Everyone pay up. I told you we should simply ask him." With that, I stepped over to a table and began stripping. Slowly the girls around me stopped what they were doing and openly ogled me. I guess the real me was better than the video. "Aren't you curious about what we are going to do?" Pandora inquired. "You are probably going to tell me that I'm posing naked because it is easier to dress an 'uncluttered' form, or something to that effect, but really, I like Cordelia and Iona is one of my two best friends," I mulled it over. "Besides, in case you missed it, I've seen all your faces." Once they took that bit of news in, things went along smoothly, though they had some debate amongst themselves on whether my cock needed its own 'reference point', a sensor attached. The amusing thing was, when the girl running the computer imaging asked me to keep my cock still, I had to reply that certain reactions weren't under my control, which caused a rather awkward moment. When I was finally finished there was another quiet interlude as I got dressed. "So," Cordelia wondered, rocking back and forth on her feet, "if we need more, data, could we get you to come back?" "Sure," I smiled back, "you know where I live, and you certainly know what my digits are. Cordelia, I want you to consider that if something happens in my room that ends up on the web that betrays the trust people have put in me, I'm not going to come after all of you looking for excuses. Are we clear?" "Is that a threat, Zane?" Cordelia beamed playfully. "Cordelia, I'm always one step away from being tossed out of here on my ass, so those who chose to trust me and take up my cause are doing it because they are decent folk. I'm not like most people; I can't afford to toss friends away like most of the rest of the people in this room seem to be comfortable with." "Or what," Paige smirked, "you'll beat us up?" "No, Paige. I value trust, so if you take that away from me, I'll find out what you value and take that away from you," I stared at her intently. "I know what you are going to say, Paige," Cordelia jumped in, "and Zane being expelled will only mean that he has no other distractions from dealing with us and he'll still have people inside the school all too willing to help him." "Zane, how about if something is done, we give you an off switch for various sections?" Cordelia offered. "Sounds great; let me know how the project works out, but now I have to go to Archery," I replied, before slipping out the door. "How did he know we were going to wire his room?" I overheard Paige whisper to Cordelia. "You don't seriously think he came here solely because we tricked him, do you?" Cordelia answered. "He knew we would try something and he wanted us to know that he knew." Yes, I had bumbled into the message I'd wanted to get across despite myself. Does Anyone Want Me Here? I had escaped school with a double date for Thursday Night (Chastity and Hope), then stopped by the house to plead with Aunt Jill to let Rio stay for the weekend. I gave a rational case, a compassionate reason, and then fell down on my knees and told her I really, really, really wanted her to stay. Something in that last argument made Jill relent and I phoned the good news to Rio. All that groveling resulted in me making the Festivities Committee Meeting by only two minutes. I swept into the room abruptly and as the story of my life goes, everyone stopped talking and looked at me. A quick scan of the room told me that two of the eight women knew to expect me, or at least some guy, while the others clearly assumed I'd lost my way. "Can we help you, young man?" an older woman with hair mostly turned to gray. "Welcome, Glenn," Mrs. Wellington said. "Ladies, Pastor William has asked us to introduce Mr. Braxton to the good works of our Church." There was a pause. "Thank you, Mrs. Wellington, but no one alive calls me Glenn anymore, and I'm not old or accomplished enough to be Mr. Braxton, like my Father or Uncle Tim. My teachers call me Zane." "Oh, you are at the University?" a third woman asked politely. She was asking if I went to the University of Virginia. "No, I don't go to UV; I go to FFU, it is a long story," I replied with trepidation. "I have a daughter at Freedom Fellowship," one of the women responded with concern. "What is her name?" I tried to be polite, what were the odds? "Pandora Jaspers," Mrs. Jaspers answered. "Seriously? I've done Handmaiden duty for her, and today I saw her at the Science Club," I sighed with relief. "What did she have you do?" yet another woman inquired intently. "I helped her create an umbrella walkway when it was raining so that all the students could get to class without getting soaked," I informed them. "Have you been to 'camp'?" a sixth woman hinted at something. "Camp, no, I can't say I've ever been to a camp," I evaded, because I had no idea what they meant. "That's enough, ladies," Mrs. Wellington said. "We have business to take care of. We can worry about Mr. Braxton's confusion at a later time." Oh, they think I'm gay. Camp = Gay camp where fundamentalists are sure I could be cured of being homosexual. I try not to laugh. "Mr. Braxton, I want you to sit at the chair there," Mrs. Wellington pointed to a chair away from the table, against the wall. "I want you to take personal notes for the members, things that don't go into the official record. Doreen Saxon," she indicated the gray haired woman "is our secretary. She takes the official notes of the meeting, so pay attention." The Meeting for the first of September was called to order, the record of attendance including the difficulty of my name, they kept trying to call me Glenn Braxton while I politely asked for Zane. They went with Glenn. The rest of the group worked out like this: Rochelle Wellington was Chairwoman, Kendra Bainbridge was our Treasurer, and Doreen Saxon was the grey-haired Secretary. The rest of the group consisted of Claire Baker, Theresa Geiger, Columbia Jaspers, Heidi Moulin, and Sahara Penny, the Pastor's wife. As the meeting progressed there was little I could do but watch the group dynamics at work. For starters, Bainbridge was at Wellington's throat; they clearly didn't like one another. The other was an oddity; no one interacted with Sahara Penny. I wasn't sure if it was her non-white heritage (Middle Eastern of some sort), her meek nature, or some past sin, but I decided to take advantage of it. I got up quietly and began walking around the table. "Glenn," Mrs. Saxon asked, but I ignored her because, damn it, how many times do I have to tell them my name is Zane? I walked over and knelt by Sahara. "Zane," Mrs. Wellington addressed me, "are you looking for the bathroom?" Bingo! "No, Mrs. Wellington. I was hoping to get some background information on the current discussions as well as contact information for the group. Since the rest of you are treating Mrs. Penny like she has the plague, I figured she would be the perfect candidate to tell me what is really going on here," I grinned at her. "It is always the quiet ones who know the most." And everyone stopped talking. Sahara not only looked shocked and frightened to see me, she looked like she wanted to sink under the table when I told the rest of them my reason for being here. "I assure you, Mr. Braxton, we are fully including Sahara in the process," Mrs. Bainbridge snorted indignantly. "I will gladly accept your reprimand if you can please tell me the last five words you said to her since I arrived," I requested, with as much innocence as I could beg, borrow, or steal. "I asked her about the children's clothing for the Nativity this year," Kendra said after a long pause. "That was Claire, not Sahara," I corrected her. "It is in my notes, but I'm sure Doreen can corroborate my recall of events." "Well," she said testily, "I'm sure I said something to her." Silence. "I apologize for disrupting the meeting. I'll crouch here quietly and conference with Sahara while the rest of you complete the business of the day," I told them, then turned back to Sahara. "Now, what the heck is up with the live turkey at the Thanksgiving celebration?" In the end, I gathered my information, the meeting concluded its business, and the room emptied until it was me, Sahara, Kendra, and Rochelle. "A Christian gentleman would apologize," Kendra informed me. "Well, I guess that makes us both poor Christians, because a good Christian woman wouldn't have lied to me," I calmly replied. Kendra gaped like a fish out of water. "Rochelle!" Kendra snapped to the Committee head. "Zane, you apologize to Kendra right now," she commanded me, without much passion. "Kendra Bainbridge, I apologize for my rude and uncalled for behavior," I said with a bow. Neither woman had expected me to fold up like that, so all Kendra could do was huff and storm out of the room. "Thank you," Sahara whispered, as she touched my hand. "I don't always know the right side to fight on but it is usually by the side of the person being bullied," I grinned. "It is the Christian thing to do," I added with a wink. That left me with Rochelle Wellington: MILF, Lance the asshole's Mom, and wife of the Mayor. She looked like she wanted to stand up but couldn't. Me, I had a Sorority meeting to get to, I missed dinner so I had to grab something first, and why in the hell was I even thinking what I was thinking? I sat down beside her. "What's wrong?" I began. She looked at me, tired and somehow forlorn. "You wouldn't understand, Mr. Braxton, Zane," she sighed. "Try me; the worst that could happen is, I give the expression that every teenager gives an adult when something important is being said but we are too caught up in our own lives to understand." "Oh, good point, young man," she sighed, "but I'm afraid I don't have anything even remotely interesting to talk about." I waited patiently. "I'm feeling sorry for myself. My baby is leaving the nest and it has been so long since I've been alone in the house, I don't know what to do with myself." "Lance is an only child?" I wondered. "Oh, no, he is the youngest of five," she responded with sadness. My jaw dropped and she stared at me. "What, did you start having kids when you were ten?" I gawked. "What?" she sounded confused. "I have a hard time believing you are forty, much less the mother of five grown children," I stammered. At first Rochelle was embarrassed and a bit uncomfortable, but slowly the compliment seeped its way into her psyche. "I, I have a home gym," she suggested as an answer. "Well, whatever you've been doing has worked. Your husband is one lucky guy, and I hope he appreciates you and all you do to look, act, and feel so young," I wowed her. "I'm not feeling all that young right now," she slipped back into her depression. "Where does it hurt?" I changed my focus. "I don't know what you mean?" she asked. "People keep their stress in different places; the back of the neck, the mid-back, shoulders, or temples," I informed her. "I'm not comfortable talking with you about that," Mrs. Wellington replied warily. "Sure," I said popping out of my seat. "I apologize if I crossed any lines," and I made for the door. "Wait, Zane, I apologize. I'm tired and a bit cranky. I know you didn't mean anything and besides, I'm sure you already have a girlfriend," Rochelle admitted. "Please don't spread this around, but I have several girlfriends at the moment. They know about each other, I'm not going to lie about my sex life, but they are usually interested in different things," I told her. "You have, multiple girlfriends, different things? Like what kind of different things?" Rochelle spilled out her confused thoughts. "Some women like sexual contact," I related, "while others like romantic time together, and still others want companionship." There was another long pause. "But you are at Freedom Fellowship University, she trembled. "I've never taken a student's virginity, if that's what you are asking," I answered. "Oh, I understand. I've taught all my children that they should be virgins on their wedding day," Rochelle said with some pride. "I have to disagree with that," I shocked her, "but that is one of the reasons that women are better than girls." "And how would you know this?" She now turned in her chair to face me, trying to sound affronted but coming across as deeply curious. "Umm, I've had sex with girls in their teens and women in their forties, and women know more, pace themselves better, and generally have better bodies," I explained. "Teen girls need a few more years to fill out." Rochelle was utterly speechless, and part of that had to do with the fact that I was being frank and honest, yet not openly coming on to her. "You must not think much of me, then," she mused, "teaching my children my views on virginity." "Where did you get that from? If anything, you are proving yourself to be an intelligent, warm, caring, and compassionate woman and mother, who happens to look like she's less than forty years old," I added. "You did what you thought was right. I can't argue with that." "Well, good," she replied. "Now for my part, I was taught that a real man gives his lover multiple orgasms and he should never reach fulfillment before his partner does. Any man who does so is being selfish," I stated. "How did you come by this, thinking?" she inquired with a small voice. "Umm, I've had sex around five hundred times with thirty different partners," I told her, "so I've not only learned from very good teachers, I've field tested their ideas." "How can you possibly consider yourself a good Christian, Zane?" she accused me. "Compassion, respect for all living things, and forgiveness, that's what I believe in and what Christianity stands for in my eyes," I explained. "The Bible is clear on sex and the sanctity of the marriage bed," Rochelle insisted. "Mrs. Wellington, everything after the death of Jesus is conjecture. We both accept that Jesus was the Son of God, but after he dies, who is to say who was being touched by the Divine, who was building on JC's teachings, and who was simply making stuff up," I held up my hand to stop Rochelle's protest. "The Catholics have a thousand Saints, most of whom we don't hold to be divinely inspired. You chose to believe that virginity is a girl's sacred duty, but I don't recall Christ saying anything on the subject. You can certainly quote later Gospels or the Old Testament, but that makes it your choice, not the Word of God," I finished up. Another long pause followed. "I keep my stress in the top of my shoulders," she suddenly said. I stood up and moved behind her, deciding to not question her changing opinion of me. "It helps if you take off your jacket," I suggested, then helped her shimmy out of it. She tensed up as my hands weighed down lightly on her shoulders so I kept my touch gentle. Two minutes into the massage, I began squeezing harder and harder, moving my palms back and forth over her bra straps from upper arm to neck. "Rochelle," I whispered into her ear, "I am going to rotate your shoulders." I rolled over each shoulder one at a time but when I finished, I pushed her slowly forward until she was resting her elbows on the table and held her head on her upturned hands. When I went back to the massage, I worked her over harder and extended my reach from her mid-back to neck. This was clearly a case of begging forgiveness instead of asking permission. I took my time, relaxing her to a completely detached state. When I brought her back to reality, I was kneeling beside her and tapping her on the arm. "Rochelle? Are you okay," I asked in a gentle, caring voice. Dreamily, she turned her head from its resting place on her arms to look at my eyes straight-on and mere inches away. "What, huh?" she muttered. "How do the shoulders feel? Has your stress gone away?" I inquired. "Yes, yes," she popped up, alert once more. "It feels really good, in fact. I haven't felt this way in years," she added with a smile. "I think it is time for us to go," I suggested. "Can I help you with your jacket?" "Of course," she nodded. "Thank you for helping an old lady out." I held it while she put in one arm after the other but when I settled it on her shoulders, I stepped in and held her there for a moment while I pressed myself against her so she could feel how I felt about 'old ladies'. Rochelle froze when she felt my cock, rigid in my slacks, pressed against her ass. I was unsure if I'd gone too far when she pushed ever so slightly against me. "I've got to be going. I will see you on Sunday but I'm home all weekend with one of my girlfriends in case you need me," I informed her. I slipped out before she could respond because not only did I have a Sorority function to attend, I also needed to figure out where I could score some Viagra because I clearly had no common sense where sex was concerned. Besides, Sahara was obviously in need of attention because Pastor Bill wasn't giving it to her, and Bainbridge was lashing out due to years of sexual frustration, I repeat: I have no common sense. Every One Like a Fingerprint to Me When I was racing to get to the Kappa Sigma House, I hardly expected to be met by one of their pledges and absolutely no one else. After I sat down in the den and the pledge, Tina, got me a soda from the kitchen, we found ourselves staring at one another. "So, I'm here on the correct night; right?" I asked. "Yes, you are, Zane," she bubbled with anticipation. "Where is everybody?" I prodded her. "They are taking care of Sorority business but they will come get us when they are ready," she grinned. I knew I was missing something but I didn't know what it was. "Is it hot in here?" I wondered. "Yes," Tina said after a bit of concentration. "Tina, can I have some Advil? I'm getting a headache," I yawned. "Okay," Tina responded, still happy, and still sitting down. "Ah, fuck, you drugged me, didn't you?" I groaned. I doubted I could still stand and then proved my doubts as I slid off the chair. "Damn," I slurred. Tina walked over to me, took my drink away, and gently maneuvered my body to the floor. "If it is any consolation, I was selected as the pledge most likely to seduce you," she stated with real sympathy. I might have smiled at her, I wasn't sure, but I definitely passed out. Cough! Someone plunged cleaning detergent underneath my nose and fired me back to consciousness. Holy Mother of God, I'm cold, my wrists and ankles hurt, I'm outdoors in the woods illuminated by torches and surrounded in a semi-circle of bare-footed figures in ankle long brown robes and black hoods. I was cold because I was naked and my limbs hurt because I was suspended on a cross, not a 'T' cross but an 'X' cross. I certainly know some kinky, fucked-up people. "Zane," a modulated voice addressed me, "you are on trial before Kappa Sigma for your treatment of one of our sisters. You have abused the trust of one sister by seeking romantic relations with another. What do you have to say for yourself?" "If the question is that I had relations with Leigh, then had a similar encounter with Paris, then I confess. In my defense, I never sought to deceive either one and will make amends if permitted," I promised. "Sisters, we have heard his defense. Will any of you vote in his behalf?" she intoned. No one stepped forward. "Zane, we will give you one chance to save yourself. If you fail, you will be shaved bald and painted in a permanent purple dye." I assume that means seven days on human skin. "If you can pick out the woman you have wronged, beg her forgiveness, and are forgiven, you will go free." I was getting pretty nervous since they were all totally covered except for their toes when the 'leader' nodded and the girls all opened their robes to reveal string bikinis in a variety of colors. Their faces were still covered, though that wasn't really a problem for me anymore. "Choose Leigh and Paris, beg their forgiveness, and you may be pardoned," the 'leader' commanded. "That's not fair," I answered right back, "because they are not before me now." "Think carefully," the girl with the modulated voice cautioned me. "No, seriously; I'm looking at Josephine, Maria, Cynthia, Sarah, Ferrara, Petra, Yvette, Tawny, Jersey, and Monique," I named them left to right. "What?" Sarah gasped to her assembled sisters. "Do we have name tags on?" Behind me, I heard snickers turn into giggles, Leigh and Paris. Tawny stepped forward. "How did you know?" she inquired, clearly not the girl with the modulated voice. "Ah, Josephine has a birthmark on her ankle, Maria has the darkest skin tone, and Cynthia's breasts don't angle down the middle or to the side but somewhere in the middle." "Sarah has slender thighs and her calves curve just so below the knee; Ferrara always paints her nails in these crazy patterns; Petra scrapped her knee backpacking two weekends ago; Yvette, has that tattoo over her right nipple; Tawny, you have a slender neck, a, 38C chest, and a strong swell from your waist to your hips; Jersey is the tallest and has that scar she got in a boating accident in high school; and finally, Monique has the perkiest nipples and the most slender calves," I recited. Man, even the crickets went quiet after that. "Zane, did anyone help you with this test?" Tawny finally asked. "Nope." "How could they?" Leigh came to my defense. "You didn't make the line-up until thirty minutes ago." "Jersey, go check his phone log," Tawny directed her sister. "I'm getting really cold," I whispered to Leigh. She looked from my eyes to my waist with sympathy. Jersey walked out of the light but quickly returned with my phone. "His last call was at 2:10 p.m. but he did have a data download at 6:45, it seems to be a bunch of women's names and phone numbers," Jersey relayed the information to them. "It is my church group, I swear. Honestly, they are all married women in the Festivities Committee that bastard of a pastor assigned me to," I pleaded. "No phone calls?" Tawny persisted. "No phone calls," Jersey confirmed. "Okay, Zane, how did you know who we were with our faces concealed?" Tawny wondered. "Is that a serious question?" The deafening pause was its own answer. "You are women; I pay attention to women and to me, each female form is as exacting as a fingerprint. Until now I thought all of this was a joke," I related. "I mean, if you wanted to scare me, you would have given me something difficult to figure out." "And you picked all this up at one party?" Tawny sounded bewildered. "Have I mentioned how much I like women?" I reminded her. "But you brought twenty women with you; you always had a woman by your side. How?" Tawny still struggled to understand. "I repeat: have I mentioned how much I like women? I see nothing wrong with being with one woman and looking at others, but I believe it is wrong to be with one woman and thinking about someone else," I explained. "You should always appreciate the one you are with." "Umm, does any sister believe Zane has earned a reprieve?" For two seconds no one reacted, then Jersey stepped forward. "He knew about my scar," was her excuse. Five more stepped forward right after that and all had done so by the tenth second. "Very well Zane, you are forgiven," Tawny announced. Yay, me! "But I have one other issue to address. Zane, I can't have you cutting a swath through my girls so I'm going to demand that you stick to one and only one Kappa Sigma per semester." I stared at her until she finally had to question me. "What?" "I wish you would stop treating me like a child," I chuckled. "What makes you think I'm not being serious?" Tawny growled. "We've kissed. You can tell a lot about a person in the way they kiss, and you are very caring and thoughtful," I told her. "Why would I be out here in the woods naked if I didn't trust you?" "You kissed him!" yelped Leigh. Tawny smirked as she looked at her. "You left me alone with a naked Zane in your room; he looked cold and lonely," she told Leigh. I was cold and lonely because Tawny tossed Leigh out of her own room and then wouldn't let me get dressed, but only Tawny, Christina, and I knew that. "Besides, Zane, you are naked in these woods because we tricked you into our house and spiked your drink," Tawny pointed out. "Ah, but would I have been dumb enough to take that drink if I hadn't first trusted you enough to show up, wait, that didn't come out right," I mumbled. "Are you agreeing to my terms?" Tawny teased. "Nope. I prefer to hold to the illusion I'm living in the Free World," I declared. "You can certainly tell your sisters what to do because they volunteered for this but I only hang out here because all of you have been so nice to me. If I've been a poor guest, I'll just leave, because I'm not going to pretend I like one sister less than another." "Zane, you are deep in the woods, tied to a cross, and the only people who know you are here are all bound by Sacred Oaths of Sisterhood, Blood, and Secrecy," Tawny stated sweetly, as she came up and stroked my cheek. "You aren't in the best place to be dumping us." "Good point," I agreed defiantly. "Maybe I should wait to get on my high horse when I can actually get on a high horse, but I'm still not going to take it back." "We could always keep him in our secret basement," Monique suggested. When everyone looked at her she added, "Hey, he liked my nipples. Finding a guy who is good with nipples isn't as easy as you would think." Huh, what? I had a definite feeling I was losing control of events. "You have a secret basement?" I gulped. "I didn't know you had a secret basement." "Well, duh," Paris snickered. "It wouldn't be much of a secret if you knew about it." "We are not keeping Zane chained up for our amusement," Tawny warned the girls. "We specifically changed the Charter back in '02 so that we can no longer keep men on the premises for more than forty-eight hours." Yay? "We also can't leave him here," Tawny continued. "I'm sure Christina will have search parties out looking for you before sunrise." "I'll stay out here and stand guard over him," Leigh volunteered. "No," Tawny scolded Leigh. "We can't let him get fucked to death either." Leigh looked truly heartbroken. "I think we have to let Zane get off this time," Tawny sighed. "I was trying to get him off," Leigh grumbled. "Give it a rest, Leigh," Tawny demanded. "Paris, give our guest something to drink so we can wrap this up." Paris disappeared behind me, then reappeared with a glass of water. "Drink up," she smiled beatifically. "Just promise me I'm not going to wake up in some landfill or tied to a lamppost somewhere public," I groaned. "Drink it down right now and you might wake up next to me," Tawny challenged. Needless to say, I drank and quickly, because I'm an idiot who keeps too much blood in the wrong head. When I woke up, I was back in the Sorority house with a different sweet pledge smiling at me and that smell of ammonia in my nostrils. She handed me a folded piece of paper. I said 'you MIGHT wake up next to me' the paper read. 'P.S. See you and the Ladies at our Halloween Bash.' "What's your name?" I asked the pledge. This time the home was filled with the noises of occupancy. "Larissa," she giggled. "So, are you Leigh's boyfriend?" "Ah, no; I'm community property; the other sisters hand me around like a box of chocolates," I joked. "Really! That is so great," she bubbled with excitement. "I can't wait until I get initiated. I want you to make me scream the way you had Leigh singing." Does no one get my jokes? "Larissa, I am sure you will pass your initiation, no sweat," I told her as I stood up, feeling a bit drunk. Larissa walked with me to the door and gave me a quick peck on the cheek as I turned to head for my car. I made it to campus with seconds to spare. The crawl up to the Solarium was done in relative quiet, though Barbie Lynn decided to sample my tonsils before letting me up. Not two steps inside the door my phone rang. "Hello, is this Zane Braxton?" this familiar voice greeted me. "That would be me. What can I do for you this night?" I responded. "This is Felicity Tolliver. I wanted you to know that I had dinner with Rochelle Wellington tonight and I think having you on her committee has really improved her mood," she informed me. I reached the top of the landing and nearly dropped the phone. Iona sat nervously on my bed, which she had made up because I never do it that well. She was wearing lingerie that definitely made her whole form much more feminine. "Felicity, Rochelle and I talked mostly, plus I showed her some techniques to help alleviate stress," I related, "but you can tell her it was a pleasure to work with such a vibrant and beautiful woman. You two are a lot alike." There was a pause, then, "I'll tell her that," Felicity said. "I will be at my home in case she needs something this weekend. I would like to see both of you, as would my Aunt," I offered. "That would be nice," she sounded upbeat. "We could also discuss getting some FFU girls coming over to your place and the workshops you could teach on campus in October and November," I suggested. "That sounds great too," Felicity agreed. "I would like to spend some time at FFU and having some girls know where Lance's house is would be nice. When do you want to meet?" "How about after dinner, say 8:00 o'clock?" I suggested. "You can bring Lance." "After dinner is fine but Lance has a church workshop on Saturday nights," Felicity sighed. Oh hell, does this woman even get taken to first base? "He's always so busy with his fraternity at school, the Young Christian Men's Republican caucus, and the Christian Men's League at church." Does this guy spend any time with women at all? "Consider it a date," I replied. "Now I have a very good reason to go to bed, so good night." "Good night," she parted in a friendly manner, which allowed me to hang up and start undressing as I approached the bed. I looked down at my bed buddy once I'd stripped down to nothing. "You look lovely, Iona," I greeted her. "What do you want to do?" "I'll do whatever you want," Iona said with a tremor in her voice, looking down at her lap. She looked stunning in her burgundy bra and panties, which were far more lace than substance. I felt the hand of, Christina (?) in all this. "Thank you, Iona. What I really want is to lie down, you beside me so that I can look into your eyes and gently trace lines along your body, and then I want to go to sleep with you in my arms. That's what I really want." "Really?" she perked up in surprise and relief. I crawled under the covers, holding them open so she could join me. "I like this a lot," she murmured, as she settled in at my side, snug in the covers. I shifted to my side and cupped her chin before exchanging several soft kisses with her. Afterwards, I did as I told her I would; my hand caressed her body, avoiding nipples and cunt but doing my best to get everywhere else. I elicited sensual moans and ticklish giggles. When I had forced her to push me off so she could catch her breath, I felt I had given Iona what she wanted, and more importantly, what she could live with. I sat back and stared at the Moon through my glass roof. Iona's smiling face slowly invaded my view. "I give up, Iona," I pleaded. "Right now I want some sleep." "That's okay. I will sit here and watch over you," she sighed. "That's, that's a little creepy, actually," I confessed. "I've watched all of the Twilight movies so I know what secretive romances are all about," Iona explained. Unfortunately, I knew little of the Twilight series of movies. I knew it involved vampires and werewolves and some chick named Bella but I'd never actually seen any of that. Had I known it involved a 100-year-old vampire breaking into some teenager's room and staring down at her while she slept, I would have been much more concerned, but for now I went to sleep. A lesson in why I shouldn t get out of bed in the morning. I woke up to every heterosexual teenage boy's second favorite dream (the first being a morning blowjob) of a perfume-scented head resting on each shoulder as you wake. There were the tiny complications of only having gone to bed with one woman and that, by their breathing, I could tell they were both awake. "Good morning," I said cautiously; technically morning since it was 5:00 a.m. "Good morning, Zane," Iona and Barbie Lynn greeted me. They both ran hands over my chest, though they gave a sudden jolt when their hands touched. I had one arm around Iona and I used that to give her a hug. My other arm was pinned by my side by Barbie Lynn's body. I gave Barbie's thigh a squeeze and she wiggled in response. "Okay, Barbie Lynn, this is Iona's night, so what are you doing here?" I scolded my blonde nymph. "I'm sorry," Barbie demurred then looked to Iona and repeated the "I'm sorry." "I understand," Iona replied, hesitating before saying after further introspection as she snuggled in, "I want to wake up this way every morning too. I like the way he smells and the way he makes me feel all warm inside, and now you owe me a night, to be shared," she stated hopefully. "One of these days I'm going to get a say in how I spend my free time," I griped. Iona looked hurt but Barbie Lynn merely sneered. "Don't you worry none, Iona. Zane, if you could wake up next to myself and Iona tomorrow morning, would you?" she drawled like sweet molasses. "Yes," I grumbled petulantly, "but I'd still like to talk about it." "Trust us, Suga, we know what's best for you and what you want. Just let us girls take care of you and you take care of all the Man Stuff." "We'll take good care of you," Iona dog-piled on, but in a nice way. "If it makes you feel better, you can punish us," Barbie Lynn offered. "We've been bad." "Huh?" Iona and I questioned. Barbie flipped over and wiggled her ass against me. "Good point. You two get to the foot of the bed, facing away from me, now!" I demanded. "Why me?" Iona honestly worried. "What did I do wrong?" "Do it, Iona. This is virtually a rite of passage," Barbie Lynn lied to her. "No, it is not, and if you don't want to do it, you don't have to," I told her. She didn't know what I was going to do and she clearly was scared, but when Barbie Lynn crawled out from under the covers and moved to the foot of the bed, resting on all fours, ass toward me, she followed suit. "If Barbie Lynn is going to do this," she muttered, "then so am I." I followed them, positioning myself between their calves and massaging their ass cheeks lightly. Barbie shifted back and forth in anticipation; Iona couldn't de-tense. Smack! "Oh, Yes!" Barbie Lynn yelped, then playfully wiggled her other, unmarked cheek within reach. "I've been really bad!" she chirped cheerfully. "No! Bad Girl," I shook my finger at her. "I'm starting to believe you aren't learning your lesson." We both knew that spanking Barbie was like throwing gasoline on a fire. Unfortunately, my purpose right now was to get them both back to their rooms, not work off my morning arousal. I moved behind Iona and forced her legs apart. She was clearly uncomfortable when I put a hand on each hip and slowly rocked her back and forth. Barbie Lynn sat back and watched with an enchanting glow highlighting her features; clever, intuitive, and lovely all at once. I settled my body onto Iona's back, my hard-on pressing into her ass cleft and one hand rubbing her stomach. "Zane?" Iona whispered in a scared little girl voice. "Yes," I answered, while kissing her along her shoulder ridge. "You, you didn't do this to Barbie Lynn," she choked out. "Do you want me to treat you as if you were another woman?" I continued, brushing her hair to one side so I could tease her neck with my lips. That got her to finally relax. "No," she gasped. "Iona, you explaining sex to Zane is like a bobcat telling a wolf how to hunt deer," Barbie Lynn teased Iona. "He gets to know you, what you like, and what you want, even if you don't know what that is." I spent another two minutes giving Iona a sensual massage, rubbing her upper arms, down along her sides, then tracing the lines of her panties before finishing with her inner thighs. Smack! "Oh," Iona gasped from the light impact. "Why didn't you spank me as hard as you spanked Barbie Lynn?" she wondered. "Did you want me to leave a handprint on your ass?" I asked. "No, I guess not," Iona admitted. "Can you answer me something?" "I'll try," I replied. "Why do you have those marks on your wrists and ankles?" She inquired. The room was dark so Barbie Lynn hadn't seen my little gift from the Kappa Sig's until Iona showed her what to look for. "Zane?" Barbie Lynn demanded to know, her persona going from sensual lover to protective Dorm Mother. "Let's not get into this right now," I sighed. They looked past me to one another but thankfully respected the peace I had requested. Had they not left together, huddled in quiet conversation, I would have been happier, but I had to be satisfied with fifteen more minutes of sleep instead. By the time I made it to the shower, everyone already knew not to ask, they were already seeking answers on their own. Getting to breakfast involved a play-debate where I had to be the 'Bad Guy,' aka the Liberal, Baby-killing, Godless Democrat, while my mistress of the moment was the heroic Republican. I graciously allowed her to trounce me, to the cheers of my fellow classmates, when I declared that all churches should be converted to homes for unwed mothers and that church-endorsed marriage should be banned for not accepting homosexuality. Did I know my audience or what? Never a Simple Morning I love women, even though they will surely be the death of me. Case in point: breakfast. I'm about to sit down with my normal companions (Rio and Iona) when a blur shoves Rio aside and takes a seat next to me. "Zane, I've been going over the books in the school library and some, Raven began. "Bitch, you did not just bump me and steal my seat," Rio seethed. Raven looked over her shoulder at Rio. "We are not in kindergarten anymore. Grown-ups chose their own seat," Raven lectured. "Wait!" I cried out to forestall Rio's pelting Raven with the contents of her food tray. Rio gave me barely enough time to twist my tray sideways, half-stand, and pull the Hellion onto my lap. I wouldn't displace Iona and that was the only place in this section of the table for her to sit. "Nice hood ornament," Raven smirked. "You and me are far from done," Rio snarled. "What, you don't know what 'ornament' means so you opt for something out of 'Goodfellas'?" Raven taunted. "Stop!" I barked. "Rio, Raven, Raven, Rio; Rio is my twin-soul and Raven is going to help me get through English this semester so for my sake, would you both please play nice?" Neither girl would budge so I took the initiative. "Raven, I think we can get access to the libraries at UV and George Mason; I'm sure they have tons more material for us to use," I offered. "How are you going to manage that?" Raven was skeptical. "Yeah, Brainiac," Rio parroted. "How are you going to do that?" "I'll have one of the Sorority sisters help me with UV and we'll have Iona hack Lance Wellington's password from his phone," I explained. "That will get us into Mason." "Only an idiot would store their password on a portable storage device," Raven stated with confidence. "Someone smart enough to get into George Mason wouldn't do that." "Ha, ha, ha," Rio laughed. "Raven, there are smarts, then there are real smarts. Any knucklehead can crack some books and get into a law school but it takes an adult to know when the rules do and don't apply." "That makes no sense," Raven stated with authority. "Raven, would you even consider trying to access UV or George Mason?" I asked. "No," she admitted, "because we don't go there." "Men build fortresses to be impregnable; God inspires men to storm them anyway," I replied. "Which translates as, 'if Zane says he's going to get something for you, he'll do it," Rio said. "Okay," Raven mulled it over, then, "So, Zane, how did you get those rope burns on your wrists?" "Yeah, Zane, how did you get those marks on your wrists and ankles?" Rio inquired devilishly. I stole an accusatory look at Iona for ratting me out about my ankles. "I went over to the Kappa Sigma

"This Saint was a prominent actress of the city of Antioch, and a pagan, who lived a life of unrestrained prodigality and led many to perdition. Instructed and baptized by a certain bishop named Nonnus (November 10), she departed to the Mount of Olives near Jerusalem, where she lived as a recluse, feigning to be a eunuch called Pelagius. She lived in such holiness and repentance that within three or four years she was deemed worthy to repose in an odour of sanctity, in the middle of the fifth century. Her tomb on the Mount of Olives has been a place of pilgrimage ever since." (Great Horologion). The Prologue adds that Pelagia had accumulated a large fortune as a courtesan, all of which she gave away to the poor upon her conversion.

Folks, President Trump went to the United Nations yesterday and—let's just say it—he took the UN to the hoop. I mean, it wasn't even close. The UN thought it was going to play a pickup game, and Trump showed up in full Jordan mode, tongue out, dunking on their heads. Holy Mother of Spank, he told that collection of bureaucratic bobbleheads exactly what they are: a bunch of freeloaders living off American tax dollars, pretending they're changing the world when they can't even change a lightbulb in their own leaky building.And here's the beauty of it—Trump stopped just short of saying, “You're fired.”See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Today's Topics: 1, 2, 3, 4) Bishop Athanasius Schneider joins Terry to discuss how each of us can help Holy Mother Church today Gospel - Luke 8:1-3 - Jesus journeyed from one town and village to another, preaching and proclaiming the good news of the Kingdom of God. Accompanying Him were the Twelve and some women who had been cured of evil spirits and infirmities, Mary, called Magdalene, from whom seven demons had gone out, Joanna, the wife of Herod's steward Chuza, Susanna, and many others who provided for them out of their resources. Memorial of Saint Januarius, Bishop and Martyr Saint Januarius, pray for us!

Revered Swami Chetananandaji Maharaj shares rare reminisces of Holy Mother Sri Sarada Devi by Swami Ashitananda, Br. Pramesh Kumar, & Golap Ma. Pujya Swami Chetanananda is a senior monk of the Ramakrishna Math & Mission and the Spiritual Head of the Vedanta Society of St. Louis.

"A wealthy and devout woman, she lived on the island of Aegina, but, when the Arabs over-ran the island, she moved to Salonica. There, she gave her only daughter to a monastery, where she received the monastic name Theopista. Her husband Theodorinus died very soon, and then Theodora became a nun. She was a great ascetic. She often heard angelic singing, and would say to her sisters: 'Don't you hear how wonderfully the angels are singing in heavenly light?' She entered into rest in 879, and a healing myrrh flowed from her body, which gave healing to many.

Revered Swami Chetananandaji Maharaj shares rare reminisces of Holy Mother Sri Sarada Devi by her direct disciples Swami Gaurishananda and Swami Haripriyananda. Pujya Swami Chetanananda is a senior monk of the Ramakrishna Math & Mission and the Spiritual Head of the Vedanta Society of St. Louis.

27And it came to pass, as he spoke these things, a certain woman from the crowd, lifting up her voice, said to him: Blessed is the womb that bore thee, and the paps that gave thee suck. 28But he said: Yea rather, blessed are they who hear the word of God, and keep it.The Holy Mother of God is blessed among women.

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"Holy Julitta was of noble birth. She was widowed young, and left with a newborn child, Cyricus. She lived in Iconium, a city of Lycaonia, and was a very devout Christian. She had her son baptised immediately after his birth and, when he was three years old, instructed him in the Faith and taught him to pray insofar as a child of that age is capable of learning. When Diocletian launched a persecution of Christians, much innocent blood was shed in the city of Iconium. Julitta took her son and hid from the wrath of the pagans in the town of Seleucid, but things were no better there. Julitta was arrested as a Christian and brought to trial. Seeing Julitta so courageously proclaim her faith in the Lord Jesus, the judge, to distress her and make her waver, took the child in his arms and began to kiss it. But Cyricus shouted: 'I am a Christian; let me go to my mother!', and he began to scratch the judge, turning his face away from him. The judge was furious, threw the child to the ground and kicked it, and the child rolled down the stone steps and gave his holy and innocent soul to God. Seeing how Cyricus suffered before her, Julitta was filled with joy and gave thanks to God that her son had been counted worthy of the wreath of martyrdom. After harsh torture, Julitta was beheaded, in the year 304. The relics of Ss Cyricus and Julitta have wonderworking power to this day. A part of the relics of these saints is to be found in Ochrid, in the Church of the Holy Mother of God, the Healer." (Prologue. In the Prologue, the name of Cyricus is spelled "Cerycus." It is changed here for consistency with other sources.)

Homily of Fr. Mike O'Conner from Mass on July 8, 2025 at Our Lady of the Gulf Catholic Church in Bay St. Louis, MS. Referenced Readings: Genesis 32:23-33 Matthew 9:32-38 If you would like to donate to OLG and her livestream ministry, please go to https://olgchurch.net/give

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She was a wealthy and noble lady, born in Spain. Her husband and two of her children died and, seeing the vanity of worldly things, she travelled to Egypt to visit the monks at Nitria. She gave away most of her great wealth to the needy, and to Egyptian Christians being persecuted by the Arians. It is said that in three days she fed some 5,000 people. When the Orthodox in Egypt were exiled to Palestine, she went with them to Jerusalem, where she built a convent for virgins; she entered the convent herself, and reposed there in 410. Her grand-daughter, Melania the Younger, is commemorated on December 31.

Is it possible to raise children and raise your consciousness at the same time? In this soul-nourishing episode, Swami Aliananda joins Lisa Gunshore for a live, heartfelt dialogue on the divine dance between motherhood and spiritual leadership. Together, they explore the sacred challenges and profound initiations that arise when the path of family and the path of awakening converge. This is an offering to all women walking the delicate balance between nurturing others and nurturing their own evolution—a reminder that the family path, too, is holy ground.

[EP 25-192] Some of you asked my opinion of the 12-foot-tall statue of the overweight Black woman placed prominently in New York City. Well, here you go.My initial reaction upon learning of this statue was, “Holy Mother of Aunt Jemima!” I half-expected to see a stack of bronzed pancakes get rolled out afterwards.This hunk of metal showcases Leftism at its finest. And who better to honor the worst citizens of America: big Black Leftist women.How do I know the statue is about Leftist Black women? Because conservative Black women don't need statues.Conservative Black women are confident about themselves and prefer to be measured on merit, not mocked as false idols made of bronze and bad decisions.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-kevin-jackson-show--2896352/support.

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[EP 25-128] The Deep State's Imaginary Witch Hunts—and the Very Real Spies They Expose Scott Adams quipped on X: "Maybe Trump could create a Department of Imaginary Concerns to handle Democrat complaints. The new department would have imaginary policies to solve the imaginary worries." Truer words have never been tweeted.The Left specializes in manufacturing crises and witch hunts, like Russian collusion. Holy Mother of Chelsea, we certainly found the real witch when we got to the bottom of that story. And what of the Ukraine call "scandal", where Vindman lied about what he heard on that classified call? Today, we have Signal-Gate, the latest farce where an Atlantic reporter, Jeffrey Goldberg was mysteriously added to a Signal chat involving Trump administration officials supposedly discussing military plans.In this cruel joke Democrats played on themselves, here's the punchline: the only real crime was the infiltration itself. From "Top Secret" to "Sensitive"—The Narrative Collapse First, the media shrieked about "top-secret war plans." Then it was "classified." Now? "Sensitive." The goalposts keep moving because the story was always a North Korean scud missile. A dud.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-kevin-jackson-show--2896352/support.

Was the introduction of Bobby's mom and sister what we really needed in terms of story for Bobby? How did we feel about Bobby and Athena's discussion regarding forgiving his mom? And...is Buck really that far in denial? Check out Laura and Mads breakdown of all that happened during the latest episode.

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.“  As we read through the stories of the desert fathers and the trials and temptations they experienced in relation to their passions, we began to see with greater clarity how we must cling to God and rely on His grace. No matter how disciplined or virtuous an individual may be the wiles of the devil are always going to be relentless and fierce. If the Evil One can appear as an “angel of light”, then he most assuredly can present a thought to the mind that leads one to assent to sin or present himself as the very object of temptation. In the stories of the fathers tonight, the object of temptation was women or thoughts about them that arise through direct contact, conversation or imagination.  It would be very easy for us and it is often a danger when the Fathers are read out of context to have our thoughts devolve into a negative anthropology - a negative image of what it is to be a human being as well as a sexual being. In hearing some of the stories, one might think that the monks simply sought to destroy this part of themselves or to bury it whether consciously or unconsciously. Perhaps it was simply a manifestation of masochistic repression. Thus, we must read these stories in a discerning fashion. Yet, even more so, we must read them in context; not only in the context of the larger corpus of the writings we are considering, but in the context of our spiritual lives. For it is only within our own hearts that we begin to understand the nature of human desire as part of our identity and experience of the world. It is also only within our hearts that we understand that desire gives us the capacity to love and give ourselves in love. The ascetic life must reveal that we understand that we are created in the image and likeness of God and that with which He has endowed us is good. It only becomes destructive when it is distorted by sin and selfishness. We must also understand that these desires are very powerful – capable of leading us to great good or, outside of the grace of God, to become something that brings us unending grief. We must read the Fathers writings, then, within the context of interiorizing the worldview rooted in faith that they put forward. Do we desire what they desired? Are longing for God and the desire to please him the reality that drives us forward in our day-to-day lives? Do we understand that it is only by living in the grace of God, living in Christ, that we become fully human? --- Text of chat during the group: 00:19:21 Bob Čihák, AZ: P. 221 # D 00:28:08 Rebecca Thérèse: Do you think that lack of asceticism is a cause of clergy or monks perpetrating abuse or could it  an indicator that perhaps abusers have entered these vocations/occupations with nefarious motives hence they would not be committed to the more challenging aspects of these ways of life? 01:01:49 Forrest Cavalier: Father, I expected to see the mention that desire for sexual relations outside of matrimony is irrational selfishness (especially victimizing women and offspring), and use the contemplation of that realization to dissuade the passions. But I haven't noticed that in any of these stories so far, which combat the temptation with physical activity (fasting, fleeing, burning) only. Am I missing it? It seems the intellect is ignored. 01:06:47 Mary Clare Wax: The tender love of a perfect Mother, the Mother of God, and consecrating ourselves to her Immaculate Heart is very powerful in this day and age. When we do this, it is like riding the waves of grace rather than being tumbled underneath them. 01:07:11 Sr. Charista Maria: Reacted to "The tender love of a..." with

Lecture by Swami Tyagananda, given on December 15, 2024, at the Ramakrishna Vedanta Society, Boston, MA

Join Fr. Hollowell for Day 1 of the Our Lady of Lourdes Novena as we seek the intercession of the Blessed Mother for healing, strength, and deeper faith. Let us pray together in preparation for her feast day, trusting in her motherly care and the power of prayer. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Our Lady of Lourdes, we come to you like little Bernadette at the grotto. We pray with childlike trust in you. Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception, when you appeared in Lourdes, you made it a holy sanctuary where many have obtained the cure of their infirmities, both spiritual and corporal. We pray with confidence for your holy intercession. (State your intentions here) Holy Mother of the Rosary, we feel confident that your prayers on our behalf will be graciously heard by God. Immaculate Mother, give us what your motherly heart sees we need at this moment. Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thy intercession was left unaided. Inspired by this confidence, we fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins, our mother; to thee do we come, before thee we stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not our petitions, but in thy mercy, hear and answer us. Amen. Our Lady of Lourdes, pray for us! Saint Bernadette, pray for us! Amen. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Welcome to All Saints Parish's Livestream! Thank you for joining us in prayer today. We are grateful to have you as part of our parish family.

Join Fr. Hollowell for Day 1 of the Our Lady of Lourdes Novena as we seek the intercession of the Blessed Mother for healing, strength, and deeper faith. Let us pray together in preparation for her feast day, trusting in her motherly care and the power of prayer. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Our Lady of Lourdes, we come to you like little Bernadette at the grotto. We pray with childlike trust in you. Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception, when you appeared in Lourdes, you made it a holy sanctuary where many have obtained the cure of their infirmities, both spiritual and corporal. We pray with confidence for your holy intercession. (State your intentions here) Holy Mother of the Rosary, we feel confident that your prayers on our behalf will be graciously heard by God. Immaculate Mother, give us what your motherly heart sees we need at this moment. Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thy intercession was left unaided. Inspired by this confidence, we fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins, our mother; to thee do we come, before thee we stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not our petitions, but in thy mercy, hear and answer us. Amen. Our Lady of Lourdes, pray for us! Saint Bernadette, pray for us! Amen. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Welcome to All Saints Parish's Livestream! Thank you for joining us in prayer today. We are grateful to have you as part of our parish family.

She was born in 347 to a noble family in Rome, and at age sixteen married Toxotius, a prominent nobleman. Though her husband was a pagan, he was devoted to her and gave her freedom to keep a Christian home and rear her children as Christians. They were blessed with five children. When she was thirty-two her husband died suddenly, and Paula resolved to turn her large house in Rome into a monastery. Later she traveled to the Holy Land with her spiritual father St Jerome (June 15). In Bethlehem she established two monasteries, one for women (where she dwelt) and one for St Jerome and his companions. Every day the nuns chanted the entire Psalter, which they were required to learn by heart. Paula was exceptionally austere in her fasting and lavish in her almsgiving, often giving away to the poor even the goods needed by her community for subsistence. She aided her spiritual father and brother Jerome in his controversies with Origen's followers: St Jerome himself was hot-tempered, and St Paula often exhorted him to confront his enemies with patience and humility.   When she was fifty-six years old, she felt her death approaching, and heard Christ say to her 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away; for lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone' (Song of Songs 2:10-11). To this she replied 'The time of harvest has come. I shall truly see the good things of the Lord in the land of the living,' and gave up her soul joyfully. Her funeral was attended by throngs of monks, nuns and poor people, all of whom revered her as their mother and benefactress.

How many 30-year-olds still do what their mother tells them to do?  Well, maybe it depends on whether or not the mom is the “Holy Mother.” This week at Coffee to Go, hosts Karin Peter and Blake Smith take a dive into the Wedding at Cana, the story from the Gospel According to John that records Jesus' first sign or miracle.  And, it wasn't “the devil that made him do it.”  It was an act of justice strongly recommended by his mom. Listen in and find out why! Download TranscriptThanks for listening to Project Zion Podcast!Follow us on Facebook and Instagram!Intro and Outro music used with permission: “For Everyone Born,” Community of Christ Sings #285. Music © 2006 Brian Mann, admin. General Board of Global Ministries t/a GBGMusik, 458 Ponce de Leon Avenue, Atlanta, GA 30308. copyright@umcmission.org “The Trees of the Field,” Community of Christ Sings # 645, Music © 1975 Stuart Dauerman, Lillenas Publishing Company (admin. Music Services). All music for this episode was performed by Dr. Jan Kraybill, and produced by Chad Godfrey. NOTE: The series that make up the Project Zion Podcast explore the unique spiritual and theological gifts Community of Christ offers for today's world. Although Project Zion Podcast is a Ministry of Community of Christ. The views and opinions expressed in this episode are those speaking and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of Community of Christ.

27 And it came to pass, as he spoke these things, a certain woman from the crowd, lifting up her voice, said to him: Blessed is the womb that bore thee, and the paps that gave thee suck.Factum est autem, cum haec diceret : extollens vocem quaedam mulier de turba dixit illi : Beatus venter qui te portavit, et ubera quae suxisti.  28 But he said: Yea rather, blessed are they who hear the word of God, and keep it.At ille dixit : Quinimmo beati, qui audiunt verbum Dei et custodiunt illud. The Holy Mother of God is blessed among women.

The Fourth Sunday of Advent. On the Fourth Sunday of Advent, we journey with Mary and Elizabeth—two women, two miraculous pregnancies, and one shared vision of hope. What can their story teach us about collaboration, resilience, and bringing God's light into a world in disarray? Discover how the Advent promise calls us to awaken, act, and give birth to peace and justice in our everyday lives.

Friends of the Rosary, Happy New Year in Christ! Today, New Year's Day, we sanctify the day by celebrating the Solemnity of Mary, the Holy Mother of God, a feast day since early times. This title of “Mother of God,” Theotokos, in Greek The God-bearer, underscores her unique role in salvation history. Her “yes” to God's plan made the Incarnation possible. Today's Gospel recounts the shepherds visiting the Holy Family and Mary pondering these events in her heart. The Catechism of the Catholic Church states, "Mary, the all-holy ever-virgin Mother of God, is the masterwork of the mission of the Son and the Spirit in the fullness of time. For the first time in the plan of salvation and because his Spirit had prepared her, the Father found the dwelling place where his Son and his Spirit could dwell among men. In this sense the Church's Tradition has often read the most beautiful texts on wisdom in relation to Mary. Mary is acclaimed and represented in the liturgy as the "Seat of Wisdom."  Today, Octave Day of Christmas, is also the World Day of Peace, a reminder that Christ, the Prince of Peace, is the source of true reconciliation and harmony. Mary's maternal intercession offers us hope as we entrust the world's conflicts to her care. Let's enter 2025 by renewing our devotion to Mary, asking her to guide us closer to her Son. May we emulate her humility, trust, and faith in God's promises through prayer and reflection. Ave Maria!Jesus, I Trust In You! Come, Holy Spirit, come! To Jesus through Mary! + Mikel Amigot | RosaryNetwork.com, New York • Enjoy this video and enhance your faith in our newly released Holy Rosary University iOS app • ⁠January 1, 2025, Today's Rosary on YouTube | Daily broadcast at 7:30 pm ET

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The Solemnity of Mary, The Holy Mother of God

For 1 January 2025, Solemnity of Mary, the Holy Mother of God, based on Numbers 6:22–27

[SEGMENT 1-1] Leftist hubris 1 I'm holding down the fort, guarding the line, all so you can enjoy the holidays. So what only a handful of people will get to hear this message, because you are HARD CORE. Far too many people think they are bad to the bone, but when it's time for the fight, they are in the wind. YOU listening today are ready for the fight. What's he doing talking about violence over the Christmas holidays, some of the weak-kneed sissies are asking. Well, I ask them, “Do you think Democrats are resting?!” Do you think they care about the birth of baby Jesus? Holy Mother of Mary, are you crazy?! Welcome…TKJN The fact that Democrats continue cases against Trump is telling. First, they know the cases are bogus. But even after Trump gets elected in a mandate, Democrats don't stop. Partly, because they can't. Stopping means admitting they lied. And if Bill Clinton taught us anything, it's that Democrats won't quit lying until you produce “the blue dress”. How many blue dresses does Trump need to reveal to them. In what should make white supremacists happy, Jack Smith—the only white litigator targeting Trump—decided he didn't want to be the first person to die in the movie, and he rightly dropped his genned up case against Trump. But don't expect low-IQ Black prosecutors to do that same, thus Alvin Bragg, Letitia James, and Fani Willis continue their cases, a clear fight to see who can be the dumbest prosecutor in America. All their cases have fallen apart. But these clowns hold on to some delusion that a reward awaits. One thing I know for sure is that President Trump will take no prisoners in his second term. The good guy routine doesn't work with Leftists. And while no one should fear an elected official, deference should be paid to him and his supporters, and he should be allowed to do his job unencumbered…  [SEGMENT 1-2] Leftist hubris 2 - Muslim attack in Germany     Saudi Arabia issued three warnings to the German government about the perpetrator of the Magdeburg Christmas attack. Germany ignored them.    [SEGMENT 1-3] Missing in Action   AWOL in Washington: Who Needs Leaders When Nobody Notices They're Gone? Just in time for the holidays, America needs a new acronym to encapsulate the absurdities of modern governance: DOGE—Defenders of Government Evasion. If DOGE had been active six months ago, perhaps they'd have sniffed out the peculiar case of GOP Congresswoman Kay Granger. While her constituents in Texas assumed she was hard at work, it turns out Granger had been tucked away in a dementia facility for half a year. Six months of legislative MIA, and no one—not her staff, not her colleagues, not even Speaker of the House Mike Johnson—seemed to notice.  What exactly were her staff doing during this time? Besides collecting taxpayer-funded salaries, they apparently took up careers in creative writing, drafting fake updates and speeches to keep the charade alive. If we can't miss an elected representative for six months, perhaps it's time to rethink both her role and her office. And Granger isn't alone. Let's not forget the time Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin went AWOL—literally. While America danced on the edge of geopolitical chaos, with a proxy war in Ukraine and nuclear tensions with Iran, Austin quietly slipped away for what sources later described as a "routine medical procedure." That could mean anything from breast implants to a tummy tuck. You never know with Biden's military. Just like with Granger, no one noticed Austin's absence. The Pentagon hummed along without him. Again I ask, why do we need these people if they aren't missed even as we deal with global crisis supposedly in their wheelhouses? In another example, we get Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell. Introducing the latest poster child for career politicians who've overstayed their welcome. The man freezes on camera so often that Capitol Hill should invest in a de-icing machine. Yet his staff dutifully props him up, ready to swoop in whenever he stares blankly into the void. https://youtu.be/ID52HUMe8Vw?si=Rzf0lDtSnV8a_GPk Need more proof? https://youtu.be/CoTw84X5sMQ?si=S4QsnetVE5s-qVAW While McConnell blanking out is shocking, look at how staffers, sycophants, and suck-ups rally to make it look like "business as usual". McConnell recently announced he'd be “working from home." I interpret this as code for “transitioning to hospice.” What about The Big Guy? Of course, no discussion of absentee leadership would be complete without mentioning Joe Biden. Democrats practically wore his mental decline as a badge of "Stolen 2020 Election" honor. Further, they branded anyone who pointed out his glaring deficiencies as “ableist” or “conspiracy theorists.” Biden's handlers deserve an Oscar for their work. They've managed to convince a large swath of the public that the man who trips over sandbags and forgets names mid-sentence is still running the country. Meanwhile, key decisions are outsourced to shadowy advisors or simply left on autopilot. Yet for all their efforts, even the best spin doctors couldn't hide Biden's failures: record-breaking inflation, a border crisis of biblical proportions, and foreign policy blunders that have alienated allies and emboldened adversaries. The Problem of Political Lifers Granger's absence, Austin's AWOL act, McConnell's brain freezes, and Biden's zombie presidency highlight a deeper issue: America's addiction to political lifers. Take Dianne Feinstein, for example. Before her passing, Feinstein was wheeled into the Senate like an extra from a retirement home documentary, barely aware of where she was or what she was voting on. Yet she remained in office, her staff effectively running the show in her name. Why does this keep happening? Because staffers, lobbyists, and party operatives have every incentive to protect their power and paychecks. These political enablers shield their bosses from scrutiny, ensuring that the government operates more like a poorly managed corporation than a republic accountable to its citizens. A Government That Functions Without Its Leaders The absurdity of it all is that government continues to function—or at least stumble along—even when its key players are absent or incapacitated. This begs the question: do we even need them? If Austin can go AWOL, Biden can barely function, and Granger can disappear entirely without consequence, perhaps it's time to streamline the system. Elon Musk recently made waves by mandating in-office work at his companies, arguing that employees who aren't physically present are inherently less productive. Maybe it's time to apply that principle to Congress and the executive branch. Let's demand our elected officials show up, do their jobs, and be held accountable—or face termination, just like any regular employee. America Deserves Better The hypocrisy is staggering. These are the same people who preach about the importance of government while failing to fulfill their most basic responsibilities. It's time to demand better. Americans deserve leaders who are present, competent, and willing to take their jobs seriously. Anything less is just another chapter in the tragicomedy of modern politics.          [SEGMENT 1-4] Peace on Earth, Except TransitionAs part of the peaceful transition of power, Democrats want Trump to be responsible for raising the debt ceiling when he gets in office.   Just to drive home the point, look at these headlines I found:·       Trump rages after Dems successfully us Republican SpaceX trip to Appoint Biden…·       Big Deaf: Musk raises alarms by endorsing what's known as “German neo-Nazi party”·       Trump Seems Awfully Touchy About the Impression That He's Taking Orders from Elon Musk·       Don't Tell Trump, but a liberal donor network is already plotting to flip the House in 2026·       House Republican Swipe at Musk: Last Time I Checked, Elon Musk Doesn't Have a Vote…   Democrats claim with no knowledge that Trump “rages”. Then they try to tie EloBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-kevin-jackson-show--2896352/support.

[SEGMENT 1-1] Leftist hubris 1 I'm holding down the fort, guarding the line, all so you can enjoy the holidays. So what only a handful of people will get to hear this message, because you are HARD CORE. Far too many people think they are bad to the bone, but when it's time for the fight, they are in the wind. YOU listening today are ready for the fight. What's he doing talking about violence over the Christmas holidays, some of the weak-kneed sissies are asking. Well, I ask them, “Do you think Democrats are resting?!” Do you think they care about the birth of baby Jesus? Holy Mother of Mary, are you crazy?! Welcome…TKJN The fact that Democrats continue cases against Trump is telling. First, they know the cases are bogus. But even after Trump gets elected in a mandate, Democrats don't stop. Partly, because they can't. Stopping means admitting they lied. And if Bill Clinton taught us anything, it's that Democrats won't quit lying until you produce “the blue dress”. How many blue dresses does Trump need to reveal to them. In what should make white supremacists happy, Jack Smith—the only white litigator targeting Trump—decided he didn't want to be the first person to die in the movie, and he rightly dropped his genned up case against Trump. But don't expect low-IQ Black prosecutors to do that same, thus Alvin Bragg, Letitia James, and Fani Willis continue their cases, a clear fight to see who can be the dumbest prosecutor in America. All their cases have fallen apart. But these clowns hold on to some delusion that a reward awaits. One thing I know for sure is that President Trump will take no prisoners in his second term. The good guy routine doesn't work with Leftists. And while no one should fear an elected official, deference should be paid to him and his supporters, and he should be allowed to do his job unencumbered…  [SEGMENT 1-2] Leftist hubris 2 - Muslim attack in Germany     Saudi Arabia issued three warnings to the German government about the perpetrator of the Magdeburg Christmas attack. Germany ignored them.    [SEGMENT 1-3] Missing in Action   AWOL in Washington: Who Needs Leaders When Nobody Notices They're Gone? Just in time for the holidays, America needs a new acronym to encapsulate the absurdities of modern governance: DOGE—Defenders of Government Evasion. If DOGE had been active six months ago, perhaps they'd have sniffed out the peculiar case of GOP Congresswoman Kay Granger. While her constituents in Texas assumed she was hard at work, it turns out Granger had been tucked away in a dementia facility for half a year. Six months of legislative MIA, and no one—not her staff, not her colleagues, not even Speaker of the House Mike Johnson—seemed to notice.  What exactly were her staff doing during this time? Besides collecting taxpayer-funded salaries, they apparently took up careers in creative writing, drafting fake updates and speeches to keep the charade alive. If we can't miss an elected representative for six months, perhaps it's time to rethink both her role and her office. And Granger isn't alone. Let's not forget the time Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin went AWOL—literally. While America danced on the edge of geopolitical chaos, with a proxy war in Ukraine and nuclear tensions with Iran, Austin quietly slipped away for what sources later described as a "routine medical procedure." That could mean anything from breast implants to a tummy tuck. You never know with Biden's military. Just like with Granger, no one noticed Austin's absence. The Pentagon hummed along without him. Again I ask, why do we need these people if they aren't missed even as we deal with global crisis supposedly in their wheelhouses? In another example, we get Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell. Introducing the latest poster child for career politicians who've overstayed their welcome. The man freezes on camera so often that Capitol Hill should invest in a de-icing machine. Yet his staff dutifully props him up, ready to swoop in whenever he stares blankly into the void. https://youtu.be/ID52HUMe8Vw?si=Rzf0lDtSnV8a_GPk Need more proof? https://youtu.be/CoTw84X5sMQ?si=S4QsnetVE5s-qVAW While McConnell blanking out is shocking, look at how staffers, sycophants, and suck-ups rally to make it look like "business as usual". McConnell recently announced he'd be “working from home." I interpret this as code for “transitioning to hospice.” What about The Big Guy? Of course, no discussion of absentee leadership would be complete without mentioning Joe Biden. Democrats practically wore his mental decline as a badge of "Stolen 2020 Election" honor. Further, they branded anyone who pointed out his glaring deficiencies as “ableist” or “conspiracy theorists.” Biden's handlers deserve an Oscar for their work. They've managed to convince a large swath of the public that the man who trips over sandbags and forgets names mid-sentence is still running the country. Meanwhile, key decisions are outsourced to shadowy advisors or simply left on autopilot. Yet for all their efforts, even the best spin doctors couldn't hide Biden's failures: record-breaking inflation, a border crisis of biblical proportions, and foreign policy blunders that have alienated allies and emboldened adversaries. The Problem of Political Lifers Granger's absence, Austin's AWOL act, McConnell's brain freezes, and Biden's zombie presidency highlight a deeper issue: America's addiction to political lifers. Take Dianne Feinstein, for example. Before her passing, Feinstein was wheeled into the Senate like an extra from a retirement home documentary, barely aware of where she was or what she was voting on. Yet she remained in office, her staff effectively running the show in her name. Why does this keep happening? Because staffers, lobbyists, and party operatives have every incentive to protect their power and paychecks. These political enablers shield their bosses from scrutiny, ensuring that the government operates more like a poorly managed corporation than a republic accountable to its citizens. A Government That Functions Without Its Leaders The absurdity of it all is that government continues to function—or at least stumble along—even when its key players are absent or incapacitated. This begs the question: do we even need them? If Austin can go AWOL, Biden can barely function, and Granger can disappear entirely without consequence, perhaps it's time to streamline the system. Elon Musk recently made waves by mandating in-office work at his companies, arguing that employees who aren't physically present are inherently less productive. Maybe it's time to apply that principle to Congress and the executive branch. Let's demand our elected officials show up, do their jobs, and be held accountable—or face termination, just like any regular employee. America Deserves Better The hypocrisy is staggering. These are the same people who preach about the importance of government while failing to fulfill their most basic responsibilities. It's time to demand better. Americans deserve leaders who are present, competent, and willing to take their jobs seriously. Anything less is just another chapter in the tragicomedy of modern politics.          [SEGMENT 1-4] Peace on Earth, Except TransitionAs part of the peaceful transition of power, Democrats want Trump to be responsible for raising the debt ceiling when he gets in office.   Just to drive home the point, look at these headlines I found:·       Trump rages after Dems successfully us Republican SpaceX trip to Appoint Biden…·       Big Deaf: Musk raises alarms by endorsing what's known as “German neo-Nazi party”·       Trump Seems Awfully Touchy About the Impression That He's Taking Orders from Elon Musk·       Don't Tell Trump, but a liberal donor network is already plotting to flip the House in 2026·       House Republican Swipe at Musk: Last Time I Checked, Elon Musk Doesn't Have a Vote…   Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-kevin-jackson-show--2896352/support.

"Christmas Music Sunday" Sunday Morning Worship with co-pastors Russ and Amy Jacks Dean. Park Road Baptist is located Charlotte, NC. For my information, please visit our website at ParkRoadBaptist.org Find us on Social Media: @ParkRoadChurch Image: “a beautiful digital file Designed by Feniqo of the Madonna Virgin Mary in an abstract stained glass style. This very evocative and emotional image conveys the inspiration of the Holy Spirit and grace of our Holy Mother.”

Lecture by Swami Tyagananda, given on October 27, 2024, at the Ramakrishna Vedanta Society, Boston, MA

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O God, who by the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary, did prepare a worthy dwelling place for Your Son, we beseech You that, as by the foreseen death of this, Your Son, You did preserve Her from all stain, so too You would permit us, purified through Her intercession, to come unto You. Through the same Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son, who lives and reigns with You in the unity of the Holy Spirit, God, world without end. Amen. Day 1 O most Holy Virgin, who was pleasing to the Lord and became His mother, immaculate in body and spirit, in faith and in love, look kindly on me as I implore your powerful intercession. O most Holy Mother, who by your blessed Immaculate Conception, from the first moment of your conception did crush the head of the enemy, receive our prayers as we implore you to present at the throne of God the favor we now request... (State your intention here...) O Mary of the Immaculate Conception, Mother of Christ, you had influence with your Divine Son while upon this earth; you have the same influence now in heaven. Pray for us and obtain for us from him the granting of my petition if it be the Divine Will. Amen. The post A Novena to the Immaculate Conception – Day 1 appeared first on Discerning Hearts Catholic Podcasts.

"This Saint was a prominent actress of the city of Antioch, and a pagan, who lived a life of unrestrained prodigality and led many to perdition. Instructed and baptized by a certain bishop named Nonnus (November 10), she departed to the Mount of Olives near Jerusalem, where she lived as a recluse, feigning to be a eunuch called Pelagius. She lived in such holiness and repentance that within three or four years she was deemed worthy to repose in an odour of sanctity, in the middle of the fifth century. Her tomb on the Mount of Olives has been a place of pilgrimage ever since." (Great Horologion). The Prologue adds that Pelagia had accumulated a large fortune as a courtesan, all of which she gave away to the poor upon her conversion.

[SEGMENT 2-1] Democrat regrets 1   Many Democrats who voted for Obama regret it. Now to be fair, many Republicans who voted for McCain and Romney regret it as well, but they didn't make it. Obama made it. He got to show off his “talent”. And he devastated the party, allowing Trump to ascend the throne. For that, I THANK HIM! Funny how God works, huh? Then we got cheated in 2020 and Democrats thought, “We got ‘em!” They CELEBRATED their big cheat and continue with this blatant easily provable LIE. What happened over those 4 years since the big cheat? Meanwhile, Biden's policies devastated America and much of the world. So much so, Democrats aborted him in the political womb. But they did MUCH more than that. In their zeal to destroy Trump, they exposed every dirty aspect of their operation. Media, social media worked in conjunction with Democrats We exposed that Democrats work with the Chinese and conspired to ruin America's economy and kill thousands of Americans with a gain-of-function virus. They used that virus to cheat Joe Biden into office, and then to do a test run on The Great Reset.   [SEGMENT 2-2] Democrat regrets 2   They then persecuted law-abiding American citizens as enemy combatants by imposing some obscure law that should never have applied in many of those people's cases. Democrats claim to want FAIR elections, as they vote against any measure to actually make elections fair. Drop boxes, mail-in fake ballots, and much more are the calling cards of the Leftist election fraudsters. And again, they make no excuses for their behavior. Next, they colluded with Big Pharma to introduce DNA-altering substances into people, and they did their best to make it MANDATORY. We are learning that Fauci, chief spokesperson for Murder Inc worked with the FBI on disinformation. Further the DOJ essentially force Big Tech to play along with the covid and vaccine lies. [X] SB – Man explains dementia     With Joe Biden in place, Big Pharma and the cabal made TRILLIONS. I think it's safe to call Joe Biden a Democrat regret. Do you believe much of what the media tells you? These are the people who covered for the Biden family lies, the stolen election, J6  [SEGMENT 2-3] Kamala Harris regrets picking Walz   [X] SB – Gloria Romero switches parties   Things are bad for Kamala Harris as the public knows the game being played. Not only is Harris not popular in any demographic, but what about her running mate. Tim Walz lies almost as much as Joe Biden. And while having another pathological liar as a partner may make Harris feel good, the public has tired of these scam artists. Guy Benson wrote at Town Hall: Over the last few weeks, as corrects and fact checks roll in, I've wondered whether Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz has ever told the truth about anything at all.  We know that he's lied about his military service, including misleading people into believing he served in Iraq or Afghanistan, and habitually claiming a rank he never earned.  We know he lied brazenly about his DUI, with his Congressional campaign distorting literally every detail about the incident, in which he was drunk and going 96 mph.  We know he even stooped to lying about how his two children were conceived, making up a false story in furtherance of an already-deceitful attack against JD Vance (and Republicans generally).  If one is willing to misstate facts about one's own military service, as well as peddle falsehoods about one's own kids, there is likely no subject that would be off limits for lying.   WOW. The Nebraska Chamber of Commerce had to write a letter to Tim Walz's Congressional campaign to remove an award he never received from them. Going on to clarify that the Chamber had endorsed his opponent. Is there anything Tim Walz hasn't lied about? pic.twitter.com/oVuu0hYIT8 — Dustin Grage (@GrageDustin) August 24, 2024 These are bigger than "white lies". Perhaps if there were only one, we could forgive Walz. Write one lie off as a misunderstanding or whatever. However, Walz provided an orchestra of lies. And as I suggested in one of my other articles, I think the Walz lies are deeper and much more disgusting than he wants known. I traveled for a film shoot, and didn't have much access to media. When I finally got to my X feed, I saw a post about Walz' family all supporting President Trump. Talk about validation of what I suspect of Walz. Look at this graphic of Walz family all wearing Trump shirts:Ouch. Even Tim Walz' mother won't support her son. According to this Newsweek story, The image, initially shared by a family friend, was later posted by Charles W. Herbster, a former Nebraska gubernatorial candidate and Trump ally. Herbster's caption, "Tim Walz's family back in Nebraska wants you to know something," further amplified the image's impact across Trump-supporting circles. The former president later reshared it on his Truth Social profile. Unlike Kamala Harris' rally attendance, this picture is real. When asked about the authenticity of the picture, a representative for Herbster told Newsweek that those in the photo are related to Walz through his grandfather's brother and that it was shared by a family friend. The family gave Herbster permission to publish it online. Not long ago, only one Walz spoke out against Tim Walz. Tim Walz's older brother, Jeff Walz warned people about his little brother, as he posted on Facebook that he is "100% opposed" to his brother's political views. And he hinted that his younger brother Tim should not be trusted. I think if the family feud had been limited to one brother, Tim Walz might have withstood the coming onslaught. But when the entire family publicly crotch-kicks you, people will take notice. Honestly, Tim Walz was a joke of a running mate to begin with. But speculation has been that nobody wanted to run with Harris, so she got desperate. Her desperation has backfired, and it will continue to backfire as America learns more about Walz and Harris. The Harris campaign presented Walz as the blue-collar Tim. But one thing blue-collar people don't want to be thought of is pathological liars. These people work hard every day and only want to be able to enjoy life on their terms. And part of that enjoyment is family. That picture of Walz' family speaks volumes to blue-collar America. Walz is anything but an Average Joe family man. Wait until Republicans unravel the China connection.  [SEGMENT 2-4] Democrat regrets 4   We finally get resolution of one of the Biden crime family cases. Tax evasion? Really? Holy Mother of Al Capone. Tax evasion is all the Fed levies against Hunter Biden, but doesn't investigate the origins of all that corrupt money he earned for himself and his family? I know what's up. The Fed can pretend that there is no dual-system of justice, now that they took the second weakest possible charge against Hunter and act as if they plan to throw the book at him.

"A wealthy and devout woman, she lived on the island of Aegina, but, when the Arabs over-ran the island, she moved to Salonica. There, she gave her only daughter to a monastery, where she received the monastic name Theopista. Her husband Theodorinus died very soon, and then Theodora became a nun. She was a great ascetic. She often heard angelic singing, and would say to her sisters: 'Don't you hear how wonderfully the angels are singing in heavenly light?' She entered into rest in 879, and a healing myrrh flowed from her body, which gave healing to many.

"Holy Julitta was of noble birth. She was widowed young, and left with a newborn child, Cyricus. She lived in Iconium, a city of Lycaonia, and was a very devout Christian. She had her son baptised immediately after his birth and, when he was three years old, instructed him in the Faith and taught him to pray insofar as a child of that age is capable of learning. When Diocletian launched a persecution of Christians, much innocent blood was shed in the city of Iconium. Julitta took her son and hid from the wrath of the pagans in the town of Seleucid, but things were no better there. Julitta was arrested as a Christian and brought to trial. Seeing Julitta so courageously proclaim her faith in the Lord Jesus, the judge, to distress her and make her waver, took the child in his arms and began to kiss it. But Cyricus shouted: 'I am a Christian; let me go to my mother!', and he began to scratch the judge, turning his face away from him. The judge was furious, threw the child to the ground and kicked it, and the child rolled down the stone steps and gave his holy and innocent soul to God. Seeing how Cyricus suffered before her, Julitta was filled with joy and gave thanks to God that her son had been counted worthy of the wreath of martyrdom. After harsh torture, Julitta was beheaded, in the year 304. The relics of Ss Cyricus and Julitta have wonderworking power to this day. A part of the relics of these saints is to be found in Ochrid, in the Church of the Holy Mother of God, the Healer." (Prologue. In the Prologue, the name of Cyricus is spelled "Cerycus." It is changed here for consistency with other sources.)

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Today on Sense of Soul podcast we have author Sally Patton, Ed.M. Child Development advocate who worked for children with special needs for over 35 years. Between 2002 and 2013, she wrote about and conducted Involve workshops on ministering to children with special needs labels in faith communities and on spiritual parenting of atypical children. Sally expanded her spiritual awareness through a deep contemplative practice involving nondual mystical texts and teachings about our truth as divine beings inhabiting physical bodies for the purpose of embodying compassionate consciousness. She now writes, consults and conducts workshops on women's spiritual and transformational journey to reclaim our divine feminine essence in order to dissolve and heal lifetimes and decades of patriarchal conditioning. In this episode she share's the journey behind her new book, Life Is a Song of Love, where she draws upon channeled non-dual teachings from Yeshua and Mother Mary, combined with a variety of teachings from many faith traditions and spiritual paths, to answer a unique call to be an emissary of Divine Feminine Compassionate Consciousness. The Holy Mother has returned to heal into wholeness the division between feminine and masculine energies, necessary to end thousands of years of patriarchal domination. Sally helps women wake to the strength of the Mother within, embracing the sacredness of all life on Mother Earth. Visit her website: www.embracechildspirit.org 
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