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The Time Riders: Part 14 Visiting old friends, and Nanu discovers hot sauce. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. A certain bedroom. If she'd been worried about feeling alone, she wasn't noticing at the moment. There were so many fascinating things around here, all requiring her examination. There was an entire world to explore, after all, and it was apparently much bigger than the one she'd left behind. It was hard to conceive of, really; a world larger than Rome, than the empire, but according to her Mistress, Re-be-kah, she was not going to run out of things to be stunned by. So far, Mistress had been right. Nanu was kneeling on the bed, minutely examining the fabric that made up the soft sheets they'd been sleeping on. She tugged at the material, noticing how it was so tough that she needn't worry about tearing it. She tugged and tugged, giggling with delight when she couldn't wreck it. How clever the people of tomorrow were! She clambered off the bed and walked over to the window. She had only briefly put on any clothes, and that was to see her Mistress to the door as she left for work. Becky had made sure Nanu understood how the front door lock worked before she left. Nanu was only wearing the burning cock-sack garment, the one with the symbol of the musical group Let Zeppli on it, but the second Mistress was gone, she'd shucked it off and scampered around naked, laughing in delight. She'd been so tempted to stand in the window wearing no clothes and shake her nude body at the world, because she promised Mistress she would stay out of trouble, because she didn't want the vigiles coming for her since she'd only just gotten here. Mistress' 'free country' wasn't as free as it sounded, at least in her opinion. The tiny Egyptian girl walked up to the window of the bedroom and leaned on the frame, sighing dreamily as she rested her chin on her arms and gazed out at the world beyond the glass. Trees were starting to be green, and the grass of Mistress' lawn was visible, along with plants that would apparently become lovely flowers. High up in the blue sky, a strange bird flew. It barely moved, just gliding along, and seemed to have an almost cruciform shape. It left a weird trail of white cloud behind. What strange animals there were in the world of tomorrow. She left the window and went into the bathroom, plunking herself down on the commode and peeing, giggling at the sound produced by the material the bowl was made from. Once she was done, she headed downstairs, feeling a mite peckish. She went up to the fridge and opened the door, fascinated by the chill she felt as she leaned in to see what was available. Re-be-kah had left food for her to eat, all prepared and with her name on it, so that she knew what was safe. Seeing as how the ba-lo had made her almost shit herself to death the day before. The parfait was sitting in a bowl, with yummy-looking red and black berries swirled into it, along with a cereal that Mistress had called 'granola'. She took that and then retrieved a few slices of homemade bread from a little wooden container on the counter. Mistress had left some utensils and butter on the table, and even the peanut butter! Nanu loved the peanut butter; she couldn't wait to have it licked off her cunt! Sated some minutes later, Nanu wandered around, examining little things about the house that she hadn't noticed yet. She was careful to not mess with any switches, because she didn't know what all of them did. Apparently they weren't all just for the lights. She jumped up and down on the sturdy long chair, which was apparently called a 'chesterfield', rolled around on the comfy rug, and diddled herself in front of a mirror, cumming loudly and shamelessly. She loved looking at herself while she masturbated, she was so beautiful! Nanu flopped back on the rug, breathing heavily after a lovely climax. Her whole body tingled, and wonderful images of herself and her Mistress fucking floated through her mind. The house was warm, in a way she'd never felt before. Living in the slave quarters, and wearing what amounted to little more than a poorly made sack for clothing, she had often been cold, and rarely warm enough to suit her. This was; wonderful. This new world confused and frightened her, but she also knew she would acclimate, and then she would be warm, well-fed, and she could fuck to her heart's content. She was going to love her new life, she was sure. She hoped Re-be-kah was having as wonderful a day as she was. The Education of Nanu, as 'The Gods Will It'. Mooredale Secondary. Becky sat behind her desk, trying to conceal the way her eyes were spiraling with exasperation and boredom. While not every student in her Physics class was a dunce, only a few of them truly cared and paid attention. Most were just doing what was required to pass. Even if they got great grades, they weren't interested in retaining the material. And then there was one young dunce in particular. She tried not to scowl at Mark, who was zoning out at his desk, looking out the window. She could see even from here that his notes were inadequate. He couldn't claim to be memorizing the material; he had the memory of a goldfish crossed with a sieve. How had he made it into this prestigious high school to begin with? She was ultimately happy he had, of course, since that meant three months from now (from his point of view), he would be taking her on adventures with the Holmes Field Device. But this twerp sitting in front of her wasn't that time traveler yet, was he? He was just some lazy kid who was going to fail her course. Then he'd come back in time to fuck her, and convince her to not fail him. She'd agree, as long as he showed her the time machine and took her on adventures. Looking at him now, she couldn't believe she'd made the agreement. But she had, and now she was stuck passing him. She couldn't get out of it if she tried. She'd solidified her personal future. Fating, as people in the time travel community called it. Once you knew for certain that something factually was going to happen to you down the road, there was nothing you could do to change it, no matter how hard you tried. You might even hurt yourself doing it. Time lock. It was a thing. So if you enjoyed feeling like you were in control of your destiny, then you did your best not to find out what was to happen to you in the future. Loose talk stops clocks, and all that. She looked at Mark again, still trying not to frown. It was so strange to think that this boy, who was weeks away from being eighteen, was the same knucklehead who would be her time-travelling companion. She'd be having sex with him, and they'd be sharing girls in the time stream, including Nanu, who was waiting for her back at home. The Mark in front of her was seventeen, almost eighteen. Time travel made the rules seem so arbitrary, and even dumb sometimes. She couldn't have sex with him right now. She couldn't sext him under her desk right now. It was illegal. Yet somehow, magically, in a few weeks, on a particular day, Mark's upcoming birthday would make him an adult, even though functionally nothing was different about his biology. This Mark didn't know that they were lovers. That they would be lovers, in any event. Like all the other dumb boys in the school, he talked about her being hot, and what he'd do to her, childish boasting and hormonal nonsense. They talked about how she tended to dress rather conservatively, but clearly she had a rocking' bod underneath her clothes. They'd seen her in the school gym a few times. Becky didn't know why she dressed so conservatively, now that she thought of it. There were certainly less attractive teachers on staff who dressed more sexily than she did. Connie Marangos, the English Lit teacher, was shaped like a pear and had a face like a foot, but she somehow managed to dress sexy. What was Becky's excuse? She didn't want to give the horny students any more masturbation material than they already got. Horny teenage boys were annoying. Even Mark was annoying. Would he get better by the time she caught up with him in the future, three months from now? She could hope, but she doubted it. He hadn't exactly proven so thus far on their adventures. Another quiet sigh escaped her as she glanced for a moment in his general direction. She wanted to pin that boy down right now and fuck him, hard. She couldn't, but she wanted to. It bothered her that she was starting to feel a tingle in her needy cunt, and there was nothing she could do about it. She'd have to wait to get home and take out her horny frustrations on Nanu. Not that the Egyptian girl would mind, of course. She thought back about what she and Mark had experienced so far in the time stream. They'd gone to seventeenth century France, gotten in several brawls, and Mark had been fatally shot, only surviving because he wasn't meant to die yet. She'd been kidnapped by Cardinal Richelieu and made a lady-in-waiting to Anne of Austria, and she'd met her own ancestor, the gorgeous, brilliant, and deadly noblewoman Alexandra D'Assaut, who had helped Mark rescue her from the Louvre, and out from right under the nose of the Sun King. Becky might have shot Porthos And might also have kicked Richelieu in the nuts. That sounded so weird, but it had happened. She was there. That, or she was on the world's longest and most intense acid trip. They went to Rome, to participate in a genuine orgy, and they'd met and bought the beautiful slave girl Nanu. The intent had been to set her free, and Becky had even paid gold for her; but Mark screwed everything up by getting arrested for fucking a Vestal Virgin, one of Rome's most sacred priestesses. One thing led to another, and they'd had to rescue him from being skewered by gladiators in the Colosseum, mostly by dropping the roof on the emperor. Mark, or 'Bonosus' as he was known in ancient Rome now, was probably the most notorious criminal in the empire not named Spartacus. It didn't surprise Becky that even in the time stream, everyone wanted to kill Mark. He had that effect on people. They'd finally brought Nanu forward in time with them, since she was hopelessly devoted to them, and leaving her on her own in Rome was dangerous for her, even if she had proof of her manumission. It had been an eventful few days since their arrival back home, with Nanu getting a crash course in the fact that everything wanted to kill her. At least to hear Nanu talk about it. Even common household items were absurdly dangerous for her, and noises that modern people just took for granted drove the younger girl nuts. Food was a big gamble with Nanu. Modern preservatives and nitrates wreaked havoc on her digestive tract, something she couldn't possibly have built any immunity to. To Becky's surprise, Nanu wasn't lactose-intolerant, because as a slave, she'd been given cow's milk, something peasants and slaves subsisted on and normal people were too good for. It was strange to Becky that bovine milk and beef had been considered low-class food back then. They'd probably change their minds if they'd ever had a filet mignon or a good porterhouse. Dumb ancient people. At least Nanu ate everything she possibly could. A yawn from Mark's direction brought her out of her reverie, and she restrained another scowl in his direction. It was nowhere near the first time he'd annoyed her with his lack of interest, but she was getting more irritated with it of late, because she knew what was coming. She had to put up with this. She had to fail him. Because his future self would come back in time and convince her to change his grade. She couldn't just give him a passing grade now to speed things up if she tried. Something would make her fail him. Which he so richly deserved. Why the universe gave this kid a time machine was beyond her. A retarded chimp would have deserved it more, and probably been less of a menace. She couldn't fuck him, not yet. But that didn't mean she couldn't fuck with him, right? "Mr. Simmons," she called in his direction, raising her eyebrow and getting everyone's attention, including his. She called him 'Mark' so regularly now that saying 'Mr. Simmons' seemed strange. "Since you are clearly well ahead of the curriculum, what with having time to yawn and stare out the window, I thought maybe you could explain the differences in the scalar and vector measurements to the class?" "I, uh;” he fumbled, looking worried now. "I;” "Well, go on," she said, gesturing with her hand. "We spent the entire second half of last week on the model, after all. The copious notes you took are still fresh, yes?" "I; that is; uh;” he said, going pale. "Dumbass," laughed one of the other boys from nearby. Several other students laughed, and Mark got pelted with crumpled-up balls of paper for looking like a dolt. Becky didn't bother feeling bad for him, since this had to happen in order for things to work out in the future. That, and the brat deserved it. A girl near the front, one Gina Felton, put her hand up, looking smug. She seemed to have the answers, generally. Becky restrained a sigh as she allowed the brown-haired girl to answer. Gina dutifully recited off the material they'd been given, even offering some explanation along the way to demonstrate that she understood what she'd been taught, not just parroting the lesson. She wasn't as smart as she thought she was, and she'd never be a physicist, but she came from a wealthy WASP family type that was so common in this neighborhood, and she was a kiss-ass to the faculty. Becky would give Gina her passing grade and get rid of her. If only were so easy with Mark. "That's, uh; that was I was gonna say," Mark added once Gina had finished her singsong response. More laughter and mockery was hurled his way. "Okay, enough, people," Becky announced, standing up to get their attention and put an end to the paper projectiles. "Miss Felton, well done. Mr. Simmons, you can stay after class and clean up the room, along with my chalkboards." Becky liked using chalk boards, because one of her two favorite professors in her university years had insisted on using them. It had seemed like magic to her when he'd used them, all these wondrous equations laid out for her, explained thoroughly, and then they were gone, replaced by more fascinating numbers, a guided tour into how the universe worked. Only he could- "Ma'am?" a voice called. "Miss Fischer?" Becky blinked, coming out of yet another reverie. She was beginning to think that maybe she shouldn't be giving Mark shit for doing it, since she kept zoning out during class, thinking about the profs. She and Nanu had a playdate with them later this week at Blackwell Manor, so she'd just have to keep it in her pants until then. "Sorry, I was remembering a lesson," she said, recovering and sitting down again, just in case she leaked through her slacks. Thankfully, they were moments away from the period ending, and she'd be free of these yahoos for another day. "Tomorrow, we'll stick our toes into the concept of Fleming's Left-Hand Rule and its application in electromagnetism. Whether you're working on the Large Hadron Collider, or your grandfather's ancient lawnmower in the future, this is a good thing to understand. Go ahead and get ready, just wait for the bell. Mr. Simmons, the chalkboard awaits your attentions." Yet more razzing at Mark's expense, while Gina just sat at her desk looking smug. As annoying as Mark was, Becky simply did not like Gina Felton. She was eighteen now, and Becky had good reason to suspect that the skinny little broad was carrying on with the History professor, Mr. Browning. The less she knew, the better. Kind of like about her own future. Ah well, she thought as she watched Mark dully begin wiping off the chalkboards and then pounding out the erasers. Not much longer to put up with this, and then the real fun begins. Just show some patience, girl. She somehow refrained from subtly taking a picture of Mark's ass with her phone. "Mistress, you're back!" Nanu chirped as she skipped up to the door, quite naked. "I didn't break anything!" "The fact that you led with that statement makes me suspicious," Becky sighed as she closed the door behind her. She then hung up her blazer on a peg and allowed the Egyptian girl to take her hand and pull her into the house. "Did you eat?" "Yes, Mistress, everything you left for me," Nanu announced proudly. "Nothing left. Did I do well?" "You ate everything I left you for you?" Becky asked, raising an eyebrow. Nanu dragged her into the dining room and gestured grandly at the table. The top was covered in plates, bowls, and containers, along with utensils. Even the peanut butter jar, which had been mostly full this morning, was seemingly licked clean. "Holy shit," Becky mumbled in English, gazing at the table. "You ate absolutely everything." "Did I do right, Mistress?" Nanu asked. What did Becky tell her? That Nanu had eaten the food she'd prepped and was meant to last for a few days? She hadn't exactly been that explicit, because she hadn't thought to tell Nanu that. She'd overlooked how voracious Nanu could be. A lifetime of slavery saw to it that Nanu ate every meal as if it might be her last. Well, that was on Becky. She'd just start again and be more concise next time about her expectations. "I'm proud of you for looking after yourself," she said finally, making the tiny girl beam with delight. "Did you have problems with anything I showed you?" "I played with the water makers a little bit, and practiced washing my hands," Nanu said, waiting impatiently while Becky started removing her work clothes. "Your soap is very different from what my masters used. It smells nice, not like piss." "Maybe because we don't use urine in our soap these days," the blonde observed as she tossed aside her skirt and then began undoing her bra. Nanu, predictably, just watched intently, almost salivating at the thought of her Mistress' tits. "So now you know how to keep yourself clean. Tonight, I'll let you try to work the shower, that way you can use it if I'm not home and you need to wash up." Nanu nodded. "It was awkward trying to get the peanut butter off my cunt. I am very flexible, but even I couldn't reach it all with my tongue. I used a cloth finally. But I tried, Mistress, I really did." "Nobody made you smear the peanut butter on yourself, silly," Becky laughed as she shucked her bra, revealing her lovely tits to Nanu. Then she bent over and peeled off her underwear. "But I'm glad you fed yourself and know how to get clean, my love. It sounds like you had a good day." "There were so many things to do, Mistress," Nanu breathed, enjoying the sight of Becky's hairless cunt. She'd never seen a more perfect cunt. "I was amazed by how strong your sheets are. And I glided up and down the hallway in my socks, and I listened to music and danced;” "I'm so pleased that you worked out the controller for the stereo," Becky cooed, caressing Nanu's cheek. The smaller girl closed her eyes, enjoying the touch before turning her head a little to kiss her Mistress' palm. "What music did you listen to?" "But I am proud to be your lover, and that you're my Mistress," Nanu protested. "And I am proud of you, Nanu," Becky assured her, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "But just trust me on this, okay? Hearing people called 'Mistress' will be very weird to some of them. I want tonight to be fun, not awkward." Nanu sighed somewhat despondently and nodded. "So I must call you Re-be-kah tonight?" The blonde pondered the matter. "Can you say 'Becky'?" Nanu pursed her lips. "Beh-kee." "That's what all my friends call me," Becky said, pulling Nanu into a hug. It was weird to have their jackets in the way and not be able to feel their tits squashing together. "Except for M-ark," Nanu pointed out, enjoying the hug, even if she couldn't feel her mistress' tits. "He called you 'Beks'." "Well, Mark's an idiot, and he's lucky he's the one with the time machine, or I would flunk him into eternity," Becky muttered, preferring to not think about the bane of her academic existence. "Asshat." "Ass-hat;” Nanu repeated. "Mark is an ass-hat?" She's like a toddler, Becky thought, making a note to watch her language. She retains all the naughty words she shouldn't know. "Let's go, Noah Webster," Becky sighed, standing up again. "Your chariot awaits;” The Gardiner Expressway, heading south. Nanu was indeed turned sideways in her seat, despite the seatbelt, her face plastered to the window as she gaped in awe at the scenery that sped by. Aside from the endless metal monsters that were running with them or in the opposite direction, there were also tall buildings and houses, bright lights on tall posts, and even giant bridges that they went under and didn't fall on their heads! Nanu was too astonished to remember to be frightened of everything. Becky smiled as she drove, pleased that Nanu was distracted and not cowering in fear. Not that she would blame her. It had taken some convincing to get her into the car at all, but once she discovered how comfy the seats were, she warmed up to the idea quickly enough. Becky buckled her into her seat and even let Nanu honk the horn once before they pulled out. Nanu yelped in shock at the loud sound, but then clapped in delight, realizing that she could (if allowed) control the beast's roar. She took it slow at first, driving at a virtual crawl through her neighborhood, letting Nanu get a feel for the movement of the car. She was going places, but her legs weren't doing any of the work. It was like being in a palanquin or a chariot, only completely enclosed. The roar of something called an 'engine' surrounded her, replacing the clatter of iron-bound wooden wheels and horse hooves. It was almost twilight, and the lights on the tall posts glared brightly, making Nanu shield her eyes occasionally. She could see people in their own metal beasts, men and women, often with children riding along in the seats behind. She smiled brightly and waved back at one little girl who had seen her and waved to her. "We are going so fast," she breathed, almost wrenching her neck as she tried to watch cars whip by in the opposite direction. "Nobody in the world has ever gone as fast as this, I'll bet." Becky thought about that, realizing Nanu was probably right. She was going just over seventy kilometers per hour at the moment, but that was faster than anything had ever gone until locomotive engines came on the scene, once again in the mid-nineteenth century. It may have seemed slow to her, but it was light speed to Nanu. "Oh, we can go a lot faster than this, Nanu," she said casually, enjoying her lover's innocent wonder at everything. "Go faster!" Nanu urged in excitement. "Go faster than all the other metal beasts! Shame them!" "; except for maybe that one;” she added in a faltering tone as a red Ferrari whipped by, the roaring noise of its engine filling the interior of Becky's car. "How do you make the beast go faster, Mistress? I do not see reins or a whip." "It's not alive, remember? It's just a machine, a bunch of parts put together to make a mechanism," Becky answered, knowing most of this would go over Nanu's head. "I control its speed with the pedals at my feet, and which way it goes with this wheel in my hand." "Can we go faster and leave all these other beasts behind?" Becky smiled. "Not right now, my love. There are laws about how fast you're allowed to go when there are lots of other cars around. It prevents accidents." "But what could hurt us?" Nanu asked. "The beast is metal, we are surrounded by all this metal. We are invincible." "If we hit or got hit by another car, the metal won't protect us entirely," Becky pointed out, thinking that maybe she'd show Nanu some car crash safety videos, put the fear of the car gods into her. And if we hit a person, we'd pretty much kill them at this speed." Nanu thought about that. "But we'd be okay, right?" Becky sighed and resisted the urge to turn the car around. The Malted Cat, thirty minutes later. "Hi, everyone, sorry we're late," Becky called out, waving as she headed to the table where everyone was already gathered. "You know this time of night on the Gardiner, traffic was a bitch." "Bitch;” Nanu parroted, but was too far away still for anyone to hear her aside from Becky. Nanu was looking around at the establishment, which didn't remind her of any tabernus she'd ever seen before. This was loud and chaotic, with people everywhere and what might have been music blaring. People were wearing so many different outfits, some of which were almost nonexistent to Nanu. They walked up to the table, where five other people, three women, and two men, were already sitting. A few of them had the same straw-colored hair as her mistress. Two of the women were skinny, one was rather fat. One of the men was skinny and balding. She doubted he got fucked very often. Becky stopped at the table, with Nanu beside her. "Everyone, this is Nanu, she's staying with me." "Hi," Nanu said, holding up a hand and remembering the greeting word that people used in En-gush. "Hi." "Hello," they all said back pleasantly, smiling at her. She liked the fact that they greeted her and hadn't noticed she was a slave. Or at least, had been. Sometimes she worried it clung to her like a stench she would never be rid of. At least they'd brought her manumission documents with them from Rome to this world of tomorrow, just in case she had to prove it. "Nanu, let me introduce my friends and co-workers," Becky said in Latin, before pointing to people. "This is Kay, that's Shirley, this is Annie, that's Steve, and this is Ed." "What were you speaking to her just now?" Ed asked, seeming curious. He was the balding one. "Latin," Becky replied as room was made for them at the table, with Steve pulling up two more chairs. "She doesn't speak English, and I don't speak her native language, so we communicate in Latin." Becky's friends all looked at one another quizzically, but then realized that none of them spoke Latin. Becky would be interpreting all night. Frankly, that was just fine with Becky, since it allowed her to control things where Nanu was concerned. "Nanu-nanu!" Steve said to the new guest, holding his hand out sideways, fingers splayed apart in twos. Nanu seemed confused before she spread her own fingers tentatively and then slid them into Steve's, who grinned and began shaking up and down gently. "Good to meet you!" "Steve, I'm not drunk enough for Mork and Mindy jokes yet," Becky sighed, settling Nanu in a chair while the smaller girl looked at her hand curiously, still held open the way he'd shown her. What was that supposed to mean? Was it one of the standard greetings of this age? Then she started noticing small details, both of her new associates, and around the place. Her eyes widened when she saw a tattoo on the arm of the fat woman, Shir-lee. Then she noticed one on Steve. She looked around and saw that many people around this club had tattoos. She looked at Becky with concern. "So many people," she said quietly, hoping only Becky heard her. "They have stigma (tattoos). Some of your friends have them! Are we surrounded by criminals?" Becky thought about that for a moment and then shook her head. "No, Nanu. In my world, tattoos are just art. There have been times in the past where criminals or people considered undesirable have been branded, but this isn't a thing anymore. People wear tattoos because they mean something to them, or they're just art." Nanu sighed in relief. "I somehow avoided getting a tattoo or branded as a Flavian slave, I was lucky. Most of the other slaves had them, I found it humiliating." "Is she okay, Becks?" Annie asked curiously. "She looks a little spooked." Becky smiled and nodded. "The tattoos all around her freaked her out. Where she comes from, tattoos are brands on slaves or criminals and law-abiding citizens don't get them." "Well, I like to think I'm a bad girl," Shirley said in a sassy tone and wearing a wicked smile. "And I've got another tattoo in another place that'd prove it, for sure." This drew laughter from her friends, and she rolled onto one cheek subtly and patted the other one. Annie popped Shirley on the ass, making her squeak and more there was laughter around the table. "So, Nanu," Kay began, smiling across the table at her. Becky was on one side of Nanu, and Ed was on the other. Nanu almost needed a booster chair to sit at the table. Thankfully, the bouncer at the door had accepted her identification, even if he seemed skeptical at first. No doubt having Becky there helped. "Do you want a beer, honey?" Nanu knew she was being asked a question and looked at Becky, who translated. "Cervisia. Do you want one?" Nanu wrinkled her nose in distaste. "That is a barbarian's drink! I am civilized." "You thought cow's meat was barbaric until the other day too," Becky pointed out. "Now I can't keep you out of it. Your ancestors made beer before they discovered wine, you know. At least try it, it's polite. Do you remember what I told you about how to respond if someone offers you something?" Nanu looked at Kay and spoke slowly. "Please an-du fank you." Kay looked delighted and ordered beers for Nanu and Becky. The Egyptian girl settled in and just listened quietly while the conversation picked up around her. Becky had told her that she was free to simply listen, or look around the bar. If someone addressed Nanu, Becky would tell her. Nanu was more than happy to just sit quietly and observe. Beer arrived, with a tall pint glass for Becky, and a half-pint for Nanu. She frowned at her smaller glass. "Why did I get the child drink?" Becky almost laughed while Nanu seemed to glare at the golden liquid and the tiny bubbles. "First of all, children aren't allowed to drink beer because of the alcohol. Second, I got you a smaller glass in case you don't like it. Less goes to waste." Nanu glanced at Becky now. "So if I don't like it, I don't just smash the glass on the floor and demand a different drink I like?" Becky blinked. "No, darling. We are very respectful to our servers at all times." "But they are nobody." "Nanu, just; trust me on this, okay?" Becky almost pleaded. "Always be polite, always. When it time to not be polite, I'll let you know, I promise." "Fine," Nanu sighed, picking up the glass with both hands and tilting it so that she could take a sip while everyone watched. Her eyes widened and she put the glass back down on the table, her cheeks bulging as she looked at Becky in panic. "Swallow," Becky instructed. "It's fine." Hesitantly, the tiny girl swallowed and then gasped rather loudly and dramatically. "It is so cold, but it burns!" "You didn't mind when the pop was fizzing in your mouth," Becky said. "The pop was sweet. This is; why is this beer? It doesn't taste like beer at all!" "It's beer, I promise you, just that we make it differently than they did in your time." "Is she okay?" Steve asked, watching Nanu curiously. They all were, in fact. "She's never had beer like that before," Becky explained. "She only just tried pop for the first time the other day." "You said she's from Egypt?" Shirley queried. "Is she Muslim and she's not allowed to have alcohol?" "Trust me, she's not Muslim," Becky assured her co-worker while Nanu eyed her beer suspiciously. "She was a slave most of her life, and she has very limited experience with, well, just about anything. We're taking it slow, but I want her to see what her new life is all about and has to offer." "Would she like wine instead?" Kay asked. "No, let her figure this out," Becky replied, going back to her own beer. "I have yet to find anything she won't eat or drink, so give her a bit." Becky knew she'd have to get some food in Nanu before long, because Nanu's alcohol tolerance might be perilously low, especially on what was essentially an empty stomach. She'd let Nanu pick whatever sounded good, and just deal with the consequences later. There was only so easy she could make this for her. Her body needed to adapt to modern cuisine sooner or later, right? The conversation began again, mostly everyone venting about their stupid students and the idiotic things they said, did, or turned in. Every once in a while, someone asked Nanu something, and Becky translated, letting Nanu respond as best she could. But mostly, they simply adhered to Becky's rule of letting the new girl observe and listen. "I swear, this one girl is a complete moron," Annie groused. "Any of you have Angie Staples in any of your classes?" Nanu heard several of them moan and roll their eyes, almost slumping back in their chairs. They began griping about something or someone, repeating a word that sounded like a name. It reminded her of how her mistress complained about M-ark. "Hey, she's not a bigger dolt than Simmons," Becky pointed out. "That boy is hopeless in my class. If he made any less effort, he'd forget to breathe." "At least he's cute," Kay said, making Annie and Shirley laugh. "I'd totally fuck Mark if he was legal." At the mention of the name 'Mark' and the word 'fuck', Nanu perked up just slightly and then looked at Becky. And this was not lost on the other women. "Why did she just look at you when I mentioned fucking Simmons?" Kay asked, looked at Becky now. "I; no; Fischer, no;” "What?" Becky said rather defensively. "Rebecca Fischer, are you doing things with that boy?" Kay pressed, smiling slyly. Annie and Shirley's eyes lit up excitedly, whereas Ed and Steve remained silent, trying to not look put out. "Are you nuts?" Becky said rather more loudly than she should have. "He's my student!" "He's all of our students, and the only thing he's good at is Phys Ed," Annie laughed. "He's turning out to be a hunk, I saw him running track in the gymnasium with no shirt the other day. Kay's right, none of us would blame you if you were getting it in from him." "I assure you, I am not getting it in from that dough-head sitting in my classroom," Becky said firmly. It was technically true, if only because the Mark sitting in her classroom hadn't fucked her yet. "So why did Nanu look at you so suddenly?" Kay pressed, not willing to concede the point just yet. "She's heard me complaining about how abso-fucking-lutely useless he is in my class," Becky explained, which was also technically true. "He's failing harder than a SCUD missile. Makes me crazy." "I'd go crazy on him," Shirley quipped, smiling slyly behind her beer glass while Kay and Annie burst out laughing again. Becky sighed and shook her head, but at least she seemed to have deflected that particular line of inquiry. Despite Kay's contentions in private about her proclivities, most people believed Rebecca Fischer to be a prudish nun stuck in a porn star's body. Only this small crew ever saw her let her hair down, like tonight. Garlic bread, mozzarella sticks, and wings arrived at the table as an appetizer, and Becky encouraged Nanu to try everything. The teachers all watched in astonishment as she tried each of the items and then began devouring them in rapid succession. "Guess I'm buyin' this round of appetizers," Becky said, shaking her head as she watched her charge annihilate the food. "I'll buy the next round too, just to make sure everyone gets something." "Oh, I'm buyin' her a round as well, just to keep watching," Annie said in fascination while Nanu mowed through the appetizers like the Tasmanian Devil. "Do you ever feed her, Becks?" "I told you, she was literally a slave in her old life, and she eats everything in sight as a defensive measure," Becky sighed. "She's not being rude, I promise. I've literally watched her eat a pound of bologna and empty a full jar of peanut butter." "Ba-lo;” Nanu managed to mumble through a mouth full of biomass as she kept storming the appetizers. Everyone was enjoying watching, even if they had to wait for their own shares to arrive again. She also kept sipping at her beer, seeming to have dropped her objections to it. Becky realized she might actually need help from the time stream to keep this girl fed. Nanu had pretty much polished off all her food when the second round of appetizers arrived. She eyed Steve's basket of wings hungrily. He saw her staring and gestured to the steaming heap of saucy poultry. "Want to try one?" "Nanu, darling," Becky said, holding up a hand to interrupt. "You might find that' But Nanu had already stripped most of the meat off the tiny bones of one wing by the time Becky had begun to object. She was chewing away when she paused on her eyes went wide. "Steve, you jerk," Becky said, scowling at her co-worker while Nanu started trembling while still chewing, her face turning red and her eyes starting to water. "She doesn't know what suicide sauce is." Nanu had her forehead pressed against the table and was thumping her little fist against the surface, still resolutely chewing, even as she whimpered and moaned in pain. "Gotta admire her pluck, though," Kay mused, watching the tiny girl try not to writhe. "I didn't know she couldn't handle it," Steve protested. "Don't they have hot food where she comes from?" "See if I ever sub for you the next time you need a day off," grumbled the blonde, patting Nanu on the back gently while calling over a server. Fifteen minutes and a gallon of milk later. "I can't believe she ate all my wings," Steve murmured, watching Nanu polish off the last wing while staring directly at him defiantly. "A whole pound, I got like, one." "Serves you right," Becky grunted, making sure Nanu had lots of wet wipes and used them regularly in case she tried to rub her eyes. Milk wouldn't help then. "I can't believe she's still eating them," Annie said, watching with morbid fascination. "I mean, you can see they still hurt her, but she won't quit." "Now that she knows milk dulls the fire, she doesn't have to," Becky sighed, also watching while eating her own honey-garlic wings. Nanu had stolen half of those, too. The only reason Shirley and Kay's food was (mostly) safe was because Nanu was too short to reach across the table. "And she's mad at Steve, so she's making a point." She knew that she and Nanu could both regret this in a few hours, that Nanu might be up all night again in the bathroom, but apparently she was willing to risk that to get the message across; don't fuck with Nanu Tehemet. Nanu polished off the wings and then knocked back several glasses of milk Becky had lined up for her, followed by her beer. She put the last down and let out a thunderous belch that echoed around the area. Everyone's eyes widened at the noise, except for Becky, who just shook her head. People at other tables looked over, perplexed that someone so small could release such a giant noise. Annie cleared her throat. "Well, I; I hear that in some Middle Eastern cultures, burping is a sign that a person appreciates the food they were served." Nanu patted her chest with her little fist and sighed happily. "Nanu," Shirley said, getting her attention directly. She gestured to her shirt and then at Nanu's. "I like your shirt." Nanu realized what the fat woman was talking about and then beamed happily, thrusting her chest forward and thumbing at the logo. "Let Zeppli!" "Do you like them, honey?" Shirley asked. Becky translated and Nanu nodded eagerly. "Let Zeppli!" "I like them too," Shirley said, pleased to be connecting with the exotic foreign girl. "Shirley says she likes Led Zeppelin too," Becky explained, leaning in to be heard over all the noise. The karaoke had begun, and they were near the stage. "The fat one likes Zeppli?" Nanu asked, shocked. "Is she allowed?" "Nanu!" Becky gasped, bursting into snickers. "You can't just comment about people's weight like that!" "What's funny, Becks?" Annie asked, curious. Becky was still snickering as she tried to wave it off. "Pretty sure Nanu thinks only she's allowed to like Zeppelin. And maybe I'm allowed. Pop culture still eludes her." "Well, she's got the hot wings and big tits part down already, I'd say she's halfway there," Kay quipped, making everyone laugh. Shirley had excused herself from the table for a moment. More food was ordered, along with beer or cocktails, and the gripe session continued about what complete morons the kids of this day and age were becoming. And the ones that weren't morons were completely unlikable. "So how long is she stayin' with you?" Kay asked as she watched Nanu attack the jalapeno poppers. "For the foreseeable future, really," Becky answered. "Like I said, she was a slave back home, she has no life to return to, and it was borderline Stone Age subsistence. I can't just let her go, or turn her over to the system, she'll die. She knows nothing. I'm doing what I can to help her adapt and learn about her new world. One day, she'll be fine." "That's really noble of you, Rebecca," Ed stated, getting his share of an onion blossom before Nanu saw it and murdered it. "But it could be years. I'm not trying to make her sound like a pet dog, but this could be a long commitment on your part. How did you even meet her?" "Honestly?" Becky said, having a rehearsed answer already. She'd tried to anticipate as many questions as possible for tonight. "I met her in Rome. That's where I managed to get her out of her slavery life." "Wow, Becks, you have like a whole secret agent life goin' on," Annie said, sounding impressed. "When the heck did you even go to Rome?" "It seems like ages ago," Becky said rather evasively. "Frankly, things have been crazy of late and I almost can't keep track without a time machine." A round of laughter from her friends, and Becky heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't expect anyone to be making inquiries, but the fewer questions, the better. Nanu seemed oblivious, noshing away happily on more pub grub and seeming determined to try everything. She'd just plowed through the calamari Annie had bought for her. "Hey, everyone!" called a voice from the stage, sounding tinny over a microphone. Becky looked up and saw Shirley standing on stage, smiling at them all. "I'm dedicating this number to a new friend I met tonight, I hope she likes it! Nanu, this one's for you!" Nanu looked up at the mention of her name, right before the music began, blaring through the bar's speakers all around them. Her eyes flashed in excitement as she looked at Becky, grabbing her hands. "Zeppli! Zeppli!!!" she squeaked, bouncing up and down in her seat. "Yes, my love," Becky laughed. "Shirley is about to sing a Zeppelin song for you, and it's the one you know already." Nanu clapped and squealed some more, bouncing up and down in her seat as she watched the fat woman begin to sing. "Let me take you to the movie, Can I take you to the show, Let me be yours ever truly, Can I make your garden grow?" "Nanu, you should go up and dance," Becky suggested, bumping and gyrating in her seat. "I'm sure Shirley would love it." "Really, Mistress?" Nanu gasped, his features alight with eagerness. She'd forgotten to call her Mistress by her name, but nobody seemed to notice. "Just make sure you keep your clothes on, okay?" Becky warned, trying to sound serious, but winking at her lover. "Go have fun." Nanu was out of her seat like a shot and scrambling up onstage before she began to dance around, just like Becky had shown her. Everyone at the table hooted and cheered while Shirley laughed, still between stanzas. While Nanu bounced and wiggled around the stage, the teacher started singing again. The pneumatic effect Nanu's movement had on her body held everyone spellbound. Her jeans were snug enough to show off her amazing ass, and her Zeppelin shirt was stretched tight across her ample tits, which jiggled continuously. "From the Houses of the Holy, We can watch the white doves go, From the door comes Satan's daughter, And it only goes to show, that you know!" Becky laughed gaily as she watched, clapping along. She couldn't believe how well this was going! Nanu was having a blast, and even if she was going to be shitting herself all night because of the hot wings Steve had let her eat, it was a small price to pay to see the Egyptian girl absolutely radiant and doing what she did best, dancing. They'd have to do this more often, as long as she kept Nanu safe. Not that this bar was dangerous, of course. "There's an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold, Let me wander in your garden, And the seeds of love I'll sow, you know!" Nanu spun and pranced around the stage, lost in the joy of her dancing. She never felt more alive than when she was dancing, even when she was fucking. Or at least very rarely, and pretty much never when she'd been a slave. This new world and new life were going to teach her so many wonderful new things! She stopped dancing for a moment, breathing heavily in excitement as she just watched Shirley sing, standing close enough to understand that she was singing into some little thing that looked like a black cock and made her voice echo all around the room. "So the world is spinning faster, Are you dizzy when you stall? Let the music be your master, Will you heed the master's ca" In her mounting excitement, Nanu had grabbed the microphone out of Shirley's hands and was now closing her eyes and singing into it with all her heart. "Ah; Wa-Oh-Gur-Oah! Or-Nyu-Wo-Ah!" The entire audience was just watching in confused and then stunned silence as Nanu wailed discordantly into the microphone, assaulting everyone's ears with the blistering noise she was making. Eventually, even the recording of the Zeppelin song was halted, and Nanu was screeching to a silent space. Realizing the music had ended, she opened her eyes and then paused, seeing everyone gaping at her. But then a group at one large table right next to the one she'd been sitting at burst into derisive laughter, jeering and mocking her, apparently imitating the sounds she'd been making, and also flailing their limbs about like they were having seizures. Their faces were screwed up, made to look like the cursed child jesters that the Roman elite kept at their courts and made fun of. They were making fun of her! "Hey, someone get the retard off the stage!" guffawed one man, still mocking her by slapping a limp hand and forearm against his chest and making the stupid face. His buddies howled with laughter as he imitated her sound again. Until he was spun in his chair and Becky's fist slammed across his jaw, snapping his head to the right and knocking him out cold. Everyone at the table went very still, not daring to move as Becky glared at them all, her blue eyes flashing menacingly. "Anyone else?" she challenged. The men all stayed silent, not daring to say a word of move a muscle. "That's what I thought," she growled, standing up now and looking down at them in contempt. "Fucking cowards." She looked over at the door and caught the attention of the bouncer on shift, an imposing guy named Jake. She tilted her head at the idiot she'd just coldcocked, and he nodded, knowing he was about to clear out that table and make them take their unconscious friend home. He'd seen Becky drop guys before, and it was always justified. If she hadn't dealt with them for mocking the screaming girl, he might have. Thankfully, it was seen to. "C'mon, honey," Becky said, walking up to the stage and removing the mic from Nanu's hands, while she just stared at her Mistress, seemingly frozen. "Shirley, take over, will you?" Shirley nodded and got another song going, beginning to sing again while Becky led Nanu back to her seat. Around the bar, things had returned to normal. Nanu still seemed silent and very out of sorts. Becky sat her down and took her hands, smiling at her. "I'm sorry, honey," she said softly, caressing the crestfallen girl's cheek. "What they did was wrong. He deserved to get punched, I promise you." Nanu looked up at her now, perplexed. "Am I; am I that awful to listen to, Mistress?" Becky apparently hesitated a split second too long, because Nanu seemed aghast at the lack of response. "I am terrible! Please, Mistress, tell me! How bad am I? Be honest." A deep breath as Becky composed her thoughts. "Truth, Nanu?" The Egyptian girl nodded nervously. "You; well, it; it sounded like a cat getting run over by a chariot with knives for wheels," Becky confessed, blushing while the other teachers looked on, having a fairly good idea what was happening, even if none of them spoke Latin. She smiled somewhat wanly. "Maybe; just stick to dancing, okay? You're so very good at that, after all;” Nanu slumped back in her chair, seemingly in disbelief, even failing to notice the table right next to them getting cleared out by the bouncer. She stared off into space for some seconds, not even noticing the other Zeppelin song that Shirley was now singing. "I'm terrible," she murmured to herself. "Cats getting murdered sounds better than me singing;” She then blinked and looked at Becky, seemingly her normal self. "Oh well. May I have more food and another beer now?" Becky laughed in relief and nodded. No trauma seemed to affect Nanu for too long. She always had food and fucking to retreat to. She ordered more hot wings, knowing Nanu felt she had even more to prove now. An hour later. "So you seemed like you had a good time, hmm?" Becky mentioned as she drove north on the Gardiner, taking them home. It was quite dark out, and she hoped against hope that Nanu wouldn't be up all night in the bathroom, or that she wanted to stay awake and fuck, because Becky had to work in the morning. "I did, Mistress," Nanu replied, nodding as she sat in her seat. She wasn't turned sideways with her face plastered to the window, watching the world race by. In fact, she was sitting rather placidly, her eyes somewhat unfocused. "And the food was all so good. And I think I'm drunk." Becky smiled. "We'll deal with that when we get home. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Should we do it again?" "Can we?" Nanu gasped in delight, seemingly excited. "Let's do it every night!" "Not every night," laughed the blonde. "I can't afford to go out to eat and drink every night. But if you're good, maybe we'll make a treat of it once a week. There are lots of other places to try as well." "As long as assholes don't make fun of me for singing," Nanu sniffed, determined to not get over being impugned. "I hope they dumped him behind the building and people walking by just put their dicks in his mouth while he was sleeping." Becky smirked. Nanu clearly had a vengeful streak in her. Not that she blamed her, mind. Nanu had to simply watch while Becky meted out the punishment. She doubted Nanu was capable of inflicting any real damage on people who slighted her. "Do you think you can teach me to drive this beast, Mistress?" the tiny woman asked. "That's a long way off, honey," Becky replied. Hell, she doubted Nanu could see over the dashboard and reach the pedals at the same time. "Let's conquer walking properly in running shoes before moving on to wheeled death machines, shall we?" Nanu huffed and crossed her arms, looking put out. "I wouldn't run down THAT many people;” she muttered. Becky's home, half an hour later. They managed to close the front door behind them before they fell to their knees, arms wrapped around one another and kissing hungrily. They moaned as they began removing their clothes, swallowing each other's tongues. Earlier, Becky had hoped to make it through the night without any romantic interludes because she had to work tomorrow, but in the car, Nanu had started being naughty, reaching over and rubbing Becky's crotch or fondling her tits. It also didn't help when she shimmied down her jeans and began fingering her cunt, teasing Becky and nearly causing her to drift off the road more than once. A trucker had cruised by them, looking down at them from his cab. Nanu had lifted her shirt to show off her tits, as well as stroking her nether lips plainly for him to see. He'd honked his horn loudly in approval, despite the late hour. And Becky was obviously hornier than she'd been willing to admit, and she couldn't even blame it on alcohol, since she'd only had two beers and one cosmopolitan. No, she just wanted to fuck, and Nanu

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Cary is a town west of Raleigh in North Carolina that routinely shows up on lists as a desirable place to live and is known as the gourd capital. Railroad companies found it desirable too and this became a town built by the railroad. Cary also was a center of manufacturing with many factories opening up. The town attracted all types from robber barons to bootleggers and some of their historic homes still remain and feature ghost stories and legends. Join us as we explore the histories and hauntings of these Cary homes! The Moment in Oddity features raining meat. Check out the website: http://historygoesbump.com Show notes can be found here: https://historygoesbump.blogspot.com/2025/11/hgb-ep-612-haunted-historic-cary-homes.html      Become an Executive Producer: http://patreon.com/historygoesbump Music used in this episode: (Moment in Oddity) "Vanishing" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Title: "Creaky Weird Stuff" Artist: Tim Kulig (timkulig.com) Licensed under Creative Commons By Attribution 4.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ IMDB: https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0997280/?ref_=fn_al_nm_1

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The most alive wisdom often waits at the edge where things end. We step onto the threshold between astrology's eighth and ninth houses with Dr. Travis Elliott, a naturopath who traded protocols for presence and found his way into Asclepian dream healing, plant medicines, and the kind of listening that lets the body speak. This conversation travels from Santa Fe's Living Astrologies conference to the old temples where snakes curled at our feet, and into the myths where Asclepius learns from Chiron, Coronis vanishes into smoke, and Medusa's two vials test how far we'll go to outwit death.We talk about what happens when healthcare stops treating people like problems and starts treating symptoms as messages. Travis shares how an image can surface in the room—a felt priority that guides the next step—and how clients reclaim agency when they learn to sit with what hurts. Along the way, we unpack the eighth house as a place of composting and grief, the ninth house as the clear sky of meaning, and Ophiuchus as the healer who stands between them. We look at diurnal motion versus zodiacal motion, Telesphorus as the small herald of completion, and the moment when pushing against death breaks the order that keeps life and underworld in balance.Underneath the astrology is a simple invitation: stay with the darkness until it's done with you, then rise with meaning that is yours. If you've been craving a more soulful healthcare—one that respects intuition, the feminine, and the earth's timing—this is a map back to that remembering. Listen, share it with a friend who needs permission to slow down, and if it resonates, subscribe and leave a review so more people can find the work. *The above blurb was produced by Buzzsprout's AI.Join the Newsletter! Podcast Musician: Marlia CoeurPlease consider becoming a Patron to support the show!Go to OnTheSoulsTerms.com for more.

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Sports Cards Live 289 keeps rolling as Jeremy, Leighton, and Dan mix vintage story time with some uncomfortable questions about how our comp driven hobby really works. Leighton shares a new prewar pickup with a great family backstory, Jeremy shows off a low grade vintage grail that punches way above the label, and Dan comes in hot with ideas on what needs to change at the auction house level if collectors are going to trust comps again. In this segment of Sports Cards Live 289, we touch on: • A rare prewar pickup Leighton chased to Nashville, including why its regional roots and family history make it more than just another group of old cards • Jeremy's latest vintage hockey addition that tests how far you are willing to bend on grade when centering, color, and overall presence are all there • The challenge of valuing cards that almost never trade publicly, and what it looks like to price and buy in a world where the usual comp tools are not much help • Dan's case for stronger transparency from auction houses, from bidder vetting to what we should really be able to see when we place a bid • How secret reserves, house bidding, and inflated bid counts can quietly shape prices and collector behavior far beyond a single auction • The tension between fighting the good fight on shill bidding and still keeping enough joy in the hobby to enjoy shows, trades, and collecting with friends Your comments and questions drive the show, so jump in live or in the replay chat and let us know where you stand on rare regional issues, low grade stunners, and what you expect from auction houses going forward. If you enjoy the content, please: • Subscribe to Sports Cards Live on YouTube • Follow on your favorite podcast platform, including Spotify and Apple Podcasts • Leave a rating and review so more collectors can find the show Thank you for watching Sports Cards Live. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Air Date - 17 November 2025Audience favorite Carmen Turner-Schott returns with Bernie Ashman to discuss their new book Astrology's Zodiac Archetypes: Using Your Sixth Sense to Transform Past Life Patterns.Bernie Ashman is a professional astrologer and the author of several astrology books. He has written two bestselling past life books, and many consider his most popular book, How to Survive Mercury, to be the best book written on Mercury retrograde cycles. His insightful interpretations have also been utilized for astrology software programs used worldwide and are now produced by Cosmic Patterns in the US.Website: http://www.bernieashman.comCarmen Turner Schott is a bestselling author of eleven astrology books, a practicing clinical social worker, and an astrologer with a national and international clientele. The founder of Deep Soul Divers Astrology, she has worked as an astrologer and with survivors of trauma for over 28 years. The author of Sun Signs, Houses & Healing, Astrology's Magical Nodes of the Moon, Phoenixes & Angels, The Mysteries of the Twelfth Astrological House: Fallen Angels, and Astrology's Magical Nodes of the Moon, Turner-Schott has presented astrology workshops for the Association of Research and Enlightenment. She is a faculty member and coordinator of the counseling and relationship astrology certificate programs for Kepler College of Astrology.Carmen Turner Schott's website: http://www.carmenturnerschott.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/www.deepsouldiversastrology and https://www.facebook.com/CarmenTurnerSchottWriterYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/carmenturnerschott @CarmenTurnerSchottInstagram: @carmen_turner_schott_author#CarmenTurnerSchott #BernieAshman #KathyBiehl #CelestialCompass #AstrologyVisit the Celestial Compass Show Page https://omtimes.com/iom/shows/celestial-compass/Connect with Kathy Biehl on her website https://empowermentunlimited.net/Subscribe to our Newsletter https://omtimes.com/subscribe-omtimes-magazine/Connect with OMTimes on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Omtimes.Magazine/ and OMTimes Radio https://www.facebook.com/ConsciousRadiowebtv.OMTimes/Twitter: https://twitter.com/OmTimes/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/omtimes/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/2798417/Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/omtimes/

See where Rahu is in your birth chart, D9 and how to read it with the current transits at https://www.quietmindastrology.com/freebirthchartRahu in Vedic astrology shows where your deepest desires, obsessions, and karmic passions pull you forward. In this episode, I walk through Rahu in all 12 houses using the sidereal zodiac, whole sign houses, and the Nakshatra lens. These are the areas of life where you feel a strong pull toward growth, mastery, or even overdoing things. Rahu is never subtle. Wherever it sits, you're being stretched into something unfamiliar, sometimes uncomfortable, but ultimately transformative.Use these insights to understand what you're learning in this lifetime, what motivates you, and what rebalancing looks like for your spiritual path.Timestamps06:14 Rahu in the 1st House08:36 Rahu in the 2nd House11:17 Rahu in the 3rd House13:49 Rahu in the 4th House18:11 Rahu in the 5th House21:50 Rahu in the 6th House26:01 Rahu in the 7th House31:19 Rahu in the 8th House37:27 Rahu in the 9th House43:27 Rahu in the 10th House46:37 Rahu in the 11th House49:52 Rahu in the 12th House5 Key Ideas“Rahu shows the part of your life where you feel like you can't get enough, and that appetite is actually the path toward your soul's evolution.”“Rahu isn't here to punish you. It's here to stretch you into the karmic work you came to do.”“Wherever Rahu sits, the lesson is maturity. You're being asked to develop skills you didn't come into this life with.”“Rahu always works best when balanced with Ketu. Think of it as desire with discernment.”“If you feel obsessed, pulled, or fixated on something — that's Rahu calling you toward growth.”Free Vedic Birth Chart & Training: http://www.quietmindastrology.com/freebirthchartInstagram: http://www.instagram.com/quietmindastrologyYouTube: http://www.quietmindastrology.com/youtubeMentorship Waitlist: http://www.quietmindastrology.com/mentorshipYoga Teacher Training Podcast: https://www.anchor.fm/yogateachertrainingQuietmind Yoga: https://www.quietmind.yoga

Those gorgeous English country houses you see on Downton Abbey? Turns out they were built on the backs of enslaved people.  Aneeta Madhavan joins me to discuss The Countryside by Corrine Fowler - which takes us on walks through Britain's most "English" places + reveals where the money actually came from. Spoiler: sugar plantations, slavery + colonial exploitation. We chat about how this book made Aneeta rethink global connectedness in business, what it's like being a British Indian after Brexit + why many quintessentially British things aren't as British as you'd think. Plus, how this all connects to running modern businesses in our connected global world. Fair warning: this might change how you see those beautiful National Trust properties forever. There's lots more to explore in this Book Huddles strand – check them out. Books discussed in this episode: The Countryside - Corrine Fowler The Hungry Empire - Lizzie Collingham Aneeta's LinkedIn: linkedin.com/in/aneeta-madhavan Aneeta's Website: TalkingCranes.com ==== If you'd like my help with your Business go to www.lizscully.com/endlessClients ==== And don't forget to get your reading list of the 10 essential reads for every successful biz owner - these are the books Liz recommends almost on the daily to her strategy + Mastermind clients. This isn't your usual list of biz books, these answer the challenges you've actually got coming up right now. Helpful, quick to read and very timely. Click here lizscully.com/reading to get your book list

In this episode we discuss how in whole sign houses the degree of the IC acts as a sensitive point that floats around the bottom half of the chart, and that it imports 4th house significations and blends them with whatever whole sign house it falls in, with astrologers Pallas K. Augustine and Chris Brennan. While the IC is traditionally associated with the fourth house topics of home, parents, and roots, in the Whole Sign House system the degree of the IC can actually float to different sectors of the chart, most commonly falling in the third or fifth houses. We explore the astronomical distinction between the fourth whole sign house and the degree of the IC, and how the IC acts as an importer of fourth house significations into the house where it is located, creating a blending of themes between the two houses. In order to research this topic we sent out a survey to listeners to ask them how this placement has worked out in their lives when the IC falls in a whole sign house other than the 4th sign, and most of the episode is spent going through examples of the IC in the 2nd, 3rd, 5th, and 6th houses. We also discuss the role of the ruler of the IC and how its placement can further modify these significations, as well as how this approach helps to reconcile some of the distinctions between Whole Sign and quadrant house frameworks. Pallas recently published book titled The IC: The Astrology of Coming Home, and you can order the book or find out more about their work through their website: https://www.nineofwands.com This is episode 512 of The Astrology Podcast. Timestamps 00:00:00 Introduction 00:04:14 The Floating IC Concept in Whole Sign Houses 00:05:42 The IC as Roots, Ancestors, and Mycelium 00:11:38 Tracking Transits Over the Floating IC 00:16:07 Significations of the 4th House and IC 00:22:01 The Hidden Nature of the IC 00:26:38 Extreme Latitudes and the Floating IC 00:30:53 Astronomical Definitions of the MC and IC 00:42:49 The Mercurial Nature of Astrology 00:45:29 2nd House IC 01:00:51 6th House IC 01:10:04 3rd House IC 01:53:52 5th House IC 03:04:17 Concluding Remarks 03:14:14 Credits Watch the Video Version of This Episode https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8x8mdeQ9Z8g - Listen to the Audio Version of This Episode Listen to the audio version of this episode or download it as an MP3:

Join Buzz Knight and Harry Jacobs, the Master of Music Mayhem, as they explore pivotal moments from the week of November 17th in rock history. This episode dives deep into Pink Floyd’s groundbreaking double album The Wall, released in the UK on November 17, 1979, examining Roger Waters’ creative vision, the band’s intense seven-studio recording sessions, and the controversial firing of keyboardist Richard Wright. Discover the bizarre Star Wars Holiday Special that aired once on CBS in 1978 and became an infamous stain on the franchise. Learn how guitarist Danny Whitten’s tragic 1978 heroin overdose inspired Neil Young’s haunting classic “The Needle and the Damage Done.” The hosts celebrate U2’s experimental Achtung Baby (1991), Led Zeppelin’s Houses of the Holy going 11x platinum, and The Who’s complex rock opera Quadrophenia (1973), which represented each band member’s personality across its four album sides. Plus: Michael Jackson’s game-changing Thriller video MTV premiere, The Beatles’ iconic White Album UK release (1968), Pearl Jam’s Vitalogy vinyl-first strategy, and an incredible story about young Jon Bon Jovi witnessing David Bowie and Freddie Mercury recording “Under Pressure.” Keywords: Pink Floyd The Wall, Roger Waters, David Gilmour, Quadrophenia, Beatles White Album, Thriller video, Achtung Baby, Led Zeppelin, Neil Young, music history podcast, classic rock, 1970s music, 1980s music, rock opera​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​Support the show: https://takinawalk.com/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Join Buzz Knight and Harry Jacobs, the Master of Music Mayhem, as they explore pivotal moments from the week of November 17th in rock history. This episode dives deep into Pink Floyd’s groundbreaking double album The Wall, released in the UK on November 17, 1979, examining Roger Waters’ creative vision, the band’s intense seven-studio recording sessions, and the controversial firing of keyboardist Richard Wright. Discover the bizarre Star Wars Holiday Special that aired once on CBS in 1978 and became an infamous stain on the franchise. Learn how guitarist Danny Whitten’s tragic 1978 heroin overdose inspired Neil Young’s haunting classic “The Needle and the Damage Done.” The hosts celebrate U2’s experimental Achtung Baby (1991), Led Zeppelin’s Houses of the Holy going 11x platinum, and The Who’s complex rock opera Quadrophenia (1973), which represented each band member’s personality across its four album sides. Plus: Michael Jackson’s game-changing Thriller video MTV premiere, The Beatles’ iconic White Album UK release (1968), Pearl Jam’s Vitalogy vinyl-first strategy, and an incredible story about young Jon Bon Jovi witnessing David Bowie and Freddie Mercury recording “Under Pressure.” Keywords: Pink Floyd The Wall, Roger Waters, David Gilmour, Quadrophenia, Beatles White Album, Thriller video, Achtung Baby, Led Zeppelin, Neil Young, music history podcast, classic rock, 1970s music, 1980s music, rock opera​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​Support the show: https://musicsavedme.net/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A Dunedin building company is lifting houses in a flood prone suburb by as much as a metre to prevent future inundation.  

The failure of the State to treat the housing crisis like the "emergency" they say it is; prison overcrowding and the drastic measures authorities are considering to cope with it; and a mad German NGO are all on the agenda for Ben and Jason this week.

Delivered by Melinda from the Church of Saint Marinus Yohanes in the Diocese of Surabaya, Indonesia. 2 Maccabees 6: 18-31; Rs psalm 3: 2-3.4-5.6-7; Luke 19: 1-10.GOD COMES INTOOUR HEARTS AND HOUSES Our meditationtoday is the entitled: God Comes into Our Hearts and Houses. Many peopleacknowledge that phone calls to personal cell phones that only appear innumbers but have no photo identity and name are better ignored. A common reasongiven is that the caller is a stranger. There are various prejudices that areimposed on strangers, for example callers who have no identity, guests whosuddenly arrive without prior notice, and people who get lost and come to us. Let us imaginefor a moment, if the stranger happened to be the Lord Jesus. Our reaction mightbe the same as we did with other strangers. But because the Lord Jesus wants tobring good news to us, He certainly gives some special signs, so that we canknow him. As happened with Zacchaeus, the Lord was the first to give thesignal. The sign began with news of him entering the city and walking throughthe city. Furthermore, through all his movements, greetings and words, peoplebecame interested and began to come to him. He toldZacchaeus in the city of Jericho that he would come to the house of that richtax collector and great sinner. Once he came there, both the person of thesinner and his home were sanctified. There was salvation happening in the lifeof Zacchaeus. Mary was visited by the Holy Spirit and made her Mother of God.We are also visited by divine grace through our birth on earth, towards a newbirth in faith when we were baptized in the house of God, the Church. It is thefamily, culture and society all together offer a human child to God. Through thatbaptism, we ourselves become the legitimate house of God. Our families fromevery house that each of us belong to, come together to make the house of God.Every person and families are then bound to the Church which is a communion ofone body with Jesus Christ as the head. Every time we gather and worship God inthe Church, it is a moment of communion of a whole, one, and universal house ofGod. After that worshiping moment, we return to our respective houses with alldaily routines always in that sense of the community of believers. If we fallinto sins for a variety of reasons, both grave and venial, many or few, thecommunion of the Church becomes disrupted and even injured. Jesus must havepity on us and put His power to improve this by visiting both ourselves and ourfamilies. The important thing is we are open and accept Him coming intoourselves and our families. Let's pray. In the name of the Father ... Lord Jesus,come and stay in me, and fill me with your peace, your presence and allgoodness. Glory to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit ... In thename of the Father ...

 Bickering kids and Shakespearean drama find us today as we get to spend more time with Clamperl evolutions! Why doesn't it happen like the games? Eh, who knows, but the animation team is stretching themselves almost as far as Nurse Joy's job description! Tune in to listen!

The wait is over! We're back with Part 2 of our Halloween Horror Nights 34 finale, and this time we're diving into what everyone's been itching for....The Houses! We've been discussing these houses for almost a year now so let's see where each one stands!

Amy King hosts your Friday Wake Up Call. The show opens with futurist Kevin Cirelli talking about personal robots coming to homes. The host of ‘Home’ on KFI Dean Sharp joins the show and talks about rain and how to prepare your home for the wet weather. We ‘Get in Your Business’ with Bloomberg’s Denise Pelegrini who speaks on what the markets are looking like as the week comes to a close. The show closes with ABC News entertainment correspondent Will Ganss with the ‘Entertainment Report.’See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Re Broadcast of : Carmen Turner Schott: author of "Phoenixes and Angels , Mastering the Twelfth Astrological Houses

The Park Cities wouldn't be what it is today without the people dedicated to preserving its history and charm. I sat down with Jason Morski, president of Preservation Park Cities, and Larry Good, architect and author of 100 Houses in the Park Cities, to talk about the stories behind our most iconic homes and why preservation matters now more than ever. From the famous “Mushroom House” to the beloved landmarks that define our neighborhood, this episode is a love letter to the past — and a reminder that protecting it keeps our community special for generations to come.To learn more visit https://preservationparkcities.org/This episode is sponsored by: Cambridge Caregivers Kathy L Wall State Farm Agency | Mother Modern Plumbing | SA Oral Surgeons | Please show your support for the show by visiting our amazing sponsors.

Host of ‘How to Money’ Joel Larsgaard joins the show to discuss Trump’s proposed 50-year mortgage idea, $2,000 tariff checks, and a new Visa/Mastercard settlement changing how credit cards will be accepted.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Everything is tracked. Nothing is owned. Houses come with fifty-year mortgages. Cars report back to their manufacturers. Every song, show, and tool lives behind a subscription. Convenience replaced ownership, and people became products.Attention is currency. Phones feed dopamine addictions. Dating apps turn connection into microtransactions. “Buy Now, Pay Later” schemes and payday loans keep the working class chained to debt while tech companies and banks harvest data and profit.It's cyberpunk without the heroes: high tech, low life. The only real resistance left is to unplug, own what you can, and stop feeding the machine.Here's the LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/caffcx

Ready to grow your property business without the hype? Start your free two-month membership trial with This Property Life today! https://bit.ly/this-propertylife-memebership——————————————————————In this episode of This Property Life, host Sarah Blaney looks into the world of Houses in Multiple Occupation (HMOs) with seasoned investor Henry Davis. With over 30 years of experience, Henry shares the practical lessons he's learned from building and managing both small and large-scale HMOs. What You'll Learn:Why soundproofing and room design are critical for tenant retention in HMOsHow to future-proof your properties to stay compliant with changing regulationsThe financial and legal advantages of going back to brick when developing HMOsSmart sourcing and furnishing strategies that balance quality with costHow to choose properties that are more likely to gain planning permission, even in Article 4 areasTimestamps[03:45] - Why Henry chose HMOs for better cash flow[05:13] - Design pitfalls and why most HMOs fail at tenant retention[11:26] - Choosing your tenant avatar: professionals vs. students[20:33] - Furniture, fittings, and clever layout tips for durability[26:16] - How to create inviting, robust communal areas[36:32] - Scaling up: large HMOs, planning permission, and property selection[38:16] - Data-driven investing and mastering local planning policy[42:51] - Budgeting, working with QSs, and paying builders wisely[55:03] - Final advice, practical tips, and where to find Henry's resourcesThis Episode is Kindly Sponsored by:Visit thispropertylife.co.uk for more resources, networking events, and industry insights.Follow Henry Davis Socials:LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/henrydavisproperty/Website: https://henrydavisproperty.com/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/henrydavisproperty/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HenryDavisPropertyFollow This Property Life Podcast on Socials:Website:https://thispropertylife.co.uk/ Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/this-property-life-podcast/id1540075591 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/6ULlN2eRKWojGRAkiSa0mZ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtmPj98bC6swNuYRCaUGPUg Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Today on Galway Talks with John Morley  9am-10am  Fire at old railway station in Tuam just weeks after funding for revamp secured   We speak to councillors after a Heated row at City Hall over parking machine legal settlement  Deadline approaching for submissions on Cooloo Wind Farm   Former Republic of Ireland Goalkeeper David Forde talks to us about his new book  10am-11am Kinvara Schoolchildren to Lead Protest Walk for Safe Road Crossings  We hear about the Reopening of the Western Rail Corridor  Average rent in Galway City of a two-bedroom apartment now €2,080   50-year celebration of Ireland / Mexico diplomatic relations   11am-12pm Financial advice with Dave McCarthy Ask the Dentist  We learn more about Ashford Castle, One of the foremost Houses of Guinness   History Talks - New Terry Prone memoir 

To watch a video version of this podcast, click here: https://youtu.be/6GZOqskHBwUIn this episode of the Structure Talk podcast, hosts Reuben Saltzman and Tessa Murry discuss Halloween chaos and a complex home inspection that pushed the limits of Structure Tech's expertise. Reuben shares a detailed story about troubleshooting a heating system in a 100-year-old Minneapolis home, emphasizing the importance of documentation, communication, and customer support. Tessa adds insights on energy types and reflects on the challenges of winding down during a busy season.Here's the link to Inspector Empire Builder: https://www.iebcoaching.com/events TakeawaysWhen dealing with heating issues, timestamped evidence can be crucial.Effective communication is key in customer support.Guiding customers through troubleshooting can lead to successful outcomes.Frustration is common among customers facing technical issues.Follow-up is important to ensure customer satisfaction.Resetting devices can often resolve common problems.Clear instructions can empower customers to solve their issues.Customer appreciation can enhance the support experience.Billing for services can be a point of discussion in customer interactions.Understanding customer emotions can improve service delivery.Chapters00:00 – Introduction and Sponsors01:14 – Sleep Struggles and WHOOP Tracker03:36 – Halloween Party Chaos at Reuben's House06:57 – Shoutout to IEB Coaching07:34 – Facebook Post from Agent Clint Kipers09:03 – Why Structure Tech Charges More11:25 – Target Market: Savvy Buyers & High-Integrity Agents15:14 – Training New Inspectors17:34 – Tessa's Travel, Moving, and Sleep Challenges21:13 – Human Design and Energy Types25:29 – Complex Home Inspection Case Study30:05 – HVAC Systems Fighting Each Other34:06 – Boiler Error Codes and Troubleshooting36:25 – Homeowner Call and Reset Instructions39:22 – Why Documentation Matters42:05 – Not All Homes Are First-Time Buyer Friendly46:10 – Maintenance Demands and Utility Costs47:18 – Wrapping Up and Final Thoughts48:12 – Listener Call-Out and Upcoming Guest

In Episode 176 of the Polyhedron Collider Cast, the lads tackle a monster lineup of games covering curses, canals, castles, and cyberpunk chaos. From deep Euros to dicey duels and dystopian roleplay, it's a feast of cardboard, neon and noodles. Hot from our painting challenge, we start with dark rituals and wicked words of Malediction in this spell-slinging game of grimdark miniature combat. Then it's onto Wroth, the latest offering from Chip Theory games; a dice pool area control game that full of neon colours. Things calm down (sort of) with the charming card game Canal Houses, all about building along the waterways of Amsterdam. Beautifully thematic, deeply puzzly, and wetter than a typical UK summer. Next up, we turn the dials and stoke the engines in Steam Power, a game that puts logistics and efficiency at the heart of its design—perfect for anyone who loves their cubes neatly aligned. But we can't help feel we've played it before. And in The White Castle Duel, Two players enter the castle, one player leaves (hopefully with honour intact). We test the head-to-head version of The White Castle and see if it captures the elegance and crunch of the original. Finally, we step into the neon rain for the Blade Runner RPG withe the second case file Fiery Angels, diving into a world of mystery, moral choices, and melancholy monologues. Expect less shooting, more brooding. And don't forget—you can join the discussion over on our [Discord server]!     Podcast Contents 00:07:15 Malediction 00:14:15 Wroth 00:25:00 Canal Houses 00:30:12 Steam Power 00:40:52 Terra Mystica 00:43:15 The White Castle Duel 00:51:45 Blade Runner RPG: Case File 02 - Fiery Angels   For a 10% discount at Tabletop Dominion (the amazing makers of the dice cubes), go to tabletopdominion.com/POLYHEDRONCOLLIDER or use the code POLYHEDRONCOLLIDER at checkout ⭐Show Sponsor: Kienda When you sign up to an account with Kienda use this link to bag yourself a wee discount and help support the show.  Let's face it, you were going to buy a board game anyway

Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-good-morning-portugal-podcast-with-carl-munson--2903992/support.Let us help you find YOUR home in Portugal...Whether you are looking to BUY, RENT or SCOUT, reach out to Carl Munson and connect with the biggest and best network of professionals that have come together through Good Morning Portugal! over the last five years that have seen Portugal's meteoric rise in popularity.Simply contact Carl by phone/WhatsApp on (00 351) 913 590 303, email carl@carlmunson.com or enter your details at www.goodmorningportugal.com And join The Portugal Club FREE here - www.theportugalclub.com

In this Farm4Profit episode, the crew sits down with Randy Marcks, Sukup Steel Buildings expert, to discuss the evolution of steel structures in modern agriculture and how smart planning leads to stronger, more efficient operations.Steel buildings aren't just about durability—they're about design precision, longevity, and adaptability. Randy walks us through Sukup's building innovations—from I-beam structural corners and Galvalume+ steel panels, to factory-welded clips and pre-punched components that make installation faster and more accurate.But before the first bolt goes in, Randy emphasizes what farmers should consider:Future use planning: Think beyond today—design for changing equipment or livestock needs.Size and layout: Bigger isn't always better; right-sized buildings drive efficiency and cost control.Site prep and foundation: Proper grading, compaction, and soil testing save years of drainage headaches.Budgeting beyond the kit: Include labor, electrical, insulation, and ventilation.Building codes & permits: Stay compliant and avoid costly rework.Listeners will learn why steel buildings outperform wood—handling higher wind loads, resisting termites and rot, and maintaining clear spans up to 200 feet for wide, open workspaces. Sukup's IAS AC472 accreditation ensures every building meets the highest quality and safety standards.Randy also digs into why roof and wall panel design matter more than most people realize: mechanically rolled standing seams with a 360° Pittsburgh double-lock prevent leaks, and movable clips let panels expand and contract with temperature swings—protecting your investment from the elements for decades.

Steve Moore is on this hour to discuss the 50-year mortgage, and Gregg Jarrett literally wrote the book on these deep-stater's corruption tactics, which are now coming to light.

We invited a professional master of building paper houses and effigies for the dead to share his career. He also shared his journey into this profession and the future of this industry in Penang. Facebook: 358 亚福糊纸店 358 Custom Effigies Workshop [ratings] http://dts.podtrac.com/redirect.mp3/penanghokkien.com/media/PgHkn-2025-11-10.mp3 Support PGHK Follow me on: Clubhouse @JohnOng Penang Hokkien Podcast House Global Hokkien Speakers House TikTok (PGHK) @PenangHokkien TikTok (John's) @John.Ong Instagram (PGHK) @PenangHokkien Instagram (John's) @John.Ong Watch this episode on YouTube: (((DOWNLOAD AUDIO FILE)))

Tired of paying massive taxes on your real estate commissions? High earners get hammered in taxes, but top investors use a simple agent tax strategy to get ahead. This episode reveals the ultimate wealth-building tactic, where your host Jose Luiz Morales and expert guest Jimmy Vreeland show you the powerful strategy for how real estate agents pay less taxes in California and across the country by leveraging advanced deductions. The key is achieving Real estate professional status to offset active income so your passive losses can wipe out federal taxes with real estate.This path is designed for keeping more of your income, eliminating anxiety, and accelerating your wealth.The Wealth & Tax Strategy Inside:✅ Real estate professional status to offset active income: Unlock the ultimate cheat code to use paper losses against your commission income. ✅ Cost segregation bonus depreciation for rental property: See how accelerated depreciation creates massive, non-cash Real estate tax write offs in Year 1. ✅ Wipe out federal taxes with real estate: Learn the exact steps to potentially zero out your tax bill, as proven by the host's own story. ✅ The BRRRR method tax advantages and leverage: Combine the power of the BRRRR strategy to multiply your capital, allowing you to scale your portfolio fast and maximizing depreciation. ✅ Passive real estate investing for high income earners: Solutions for agents and other high-net-worth professionals (doctors, lawyers, etc.) to invest passively out of state in high-cash-flow markets.Stop funding the government and start funding your portfolio. This advanced strategy is the greatest tax savings instrument ever.

On this detailed training, Jerry teaches how to rehab 15 houses a year like a pro. Learn how to manage contractors hassle free!get the best rehab management CRMhttp://JoinFlipster.comGet A Free Quote On Your Next Rehab (Nationwide)https://forms.monday.com/forms/6fc2b99facfb6ee9344388f80c8ad0f9?r=use1This podcast was originally released on YouTube. Check out Jerry Norton's YouTube channel, with over 2,700 videos on all things wholesaling and flipping!  https://www.youtube.com/c/FlippingMasteryTVAbout Jerry Norton Jerry Norton went from digging holes for minimum wage in his mid 20's to becoming a millionaire by the age of 30. Today he's the nation's leading expert on flipping houses and has taught thousands of people how to live their dream lifestyle through real estate.    **NOTE: To Download any of Jerry's FREE training, tools, or resources… Click on the link provided and enter your email. The download is automatically emailed to you. If you don't see it, check your junk/spam folder, in case your email provider put it there. If you still don't see it, contact our support at: support@flippingmastery.com or (888) 958-3028.Get Access to Unlimited Free Property Searches and Downloads: https://flippingmastery.com/propwireWholesaling & House Flipping Software: https://flippingmastery.com/flipsterpodMake $10,000 Finding Deals: https://flippingmastery.com/10kpodGet 100% funding for your deals: https://flippingmastery.com/fspodMentoring Program: https://flippingmastery.com/ftpodFREE 8 Week Training Program: https://flippingmastery.com/8wpodGet Paid $8700 To Find Vacant Lots For Jerry: https://flippingmastery.com/lfpodFREE 30 Day Quickstart Kit https://flippingmastery.com/qkpodFREE Virtual Wholesaling Kit: https://flippingmastery.com/vfpodFREE On-Market Deal Finder Tool: https://flippingmastery.com/dcpodFREE Wholesaler Contracts: https://flippingmastery.com/wcpodFREE Comp Tool: https://flippingmastery.com/compodFREE Funding Kit: https://flippingmastery.com/fkpodFREE Agent Offer Sheet & Scripts: https://flippingmastery.com/aspodFREE Cash Buyer Scripts: https://flippingmastery.com/cbspodFREE Best Selling Wholesaling Ebook: https://flippingmastery.com/ebookpodFREE Best Selling Fix and Flip Ebook: https://flippingmastery.com/ebpodFREE Rehab Checklist: https://flippingmastery.com/rehabpod LET'S CONNECT! FACEBOOK http://www.Facebook.com/flippingmastery INSTAGRAM http://www.instagram.com/flippingmastery

The 6pm hour opened with outrage over $60 burgers on the Las Vegas Strip, leading to a discussion about rising beef prices nationwide. Comedian Chris Turner shared stories from the NY subway, while Conway riffed on confusing Orange County freeways and a water main break in Canoga Park. Later, news broke that Denny's is being sold in a deal valued at $620 million, sparking talk about food insecurity and growing demand at food banks. The hour closed with a segment on “Dumb Houses” — a trend of people ditching smart home tech for simpler, old-school living. 

In November 1605, a group of religious radicals attempted to assassinate King James I, the man they deemed responsible for their oppression. Guy Fawkes was meant to light the fuse, bringing the Houses of Parliament down in a catastrophic explosion. He failed.   But what drove him and the other plotters to this drastic action?  In this re-released episode, hear from curators Charles Farris, Alden Gregory, and Brett Dolman, as they discuss the context of religious persecution and political discontent that led to the Gunpowder Plot.   Discover more about Guys Fawkes and the Tower of London.

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“No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper.” — Isaiah 54:17 This day is notable in English history for two great deliverances wrought by God for us. On this day the plot of the Papists to destroy our Houses of Parliament was discovered, 1605. “While for our princes they prepare In caverns deep a […]

Part 2 The Houses of Royce and Davinos are attacked by the focused might and undead horror of House Tachonis, while the secrets Bolaire has kept for years tumble into the light... Use Code OVERTURE for one month free on Beacon! https://beacon.tv/joinNew Episodes Release Weekly on Thursdays.Learn more about Campaign 4 at https://critrole.com/campaign4/   GET MORE CAMPAIGN 4 WITH BEACONWe're excited to bring you even MORE Campaign 4 with a Beacon membership! Get access to exclusive shows like our behind-the-scenes Critical Role Cooldown and ask the Campaign 4 cast your burning questions directly through our LIVE monthly Fireside Chats.You'll also receive NEW Beacon exclusive series, instant ad-free access to VODs & podcasts, live event pre-sales, merch discounts, & a private Discord.Start your 7-day free trial today at https://beacon.tv/join and get unparalleled access to everything Critical Role! OFFICIAL CAMPAIGN 4 CASTGAME MASTER Brennan Lee MulliganLaura Bailey as ThimbleLuis Carazo as Azune NayarRobbie Daymond as Kattigan ValeAabria Iyengar as Thaisha LloyTaliesin Jaffe as Bolaire LathaliaAshley Johnson as VaelusMatthew Mercer as Sir Julien DavinosWhitney Moore as TyrannyLiam O'Brien as Halandil "Hal" FangMarisha Ray as Murray Mag'NessonSam Riegel as Wicander "Wick" HalovarAlexander Ward as Occtis TachonisTravis Willingham as Teor Pridesire CREDITSProduced by Maxwell James, Steve Failows, & Kyle ShireEdited by Taylor Burke and Emily "Stevie" StevensonVisual Effects by Christian BrownGraphic Design by Aaron Monroy & Jordyn TorrenceMiniature Painting by Payton Keo LacebalTheme Music by Neal AcreeCharacter Art by Loren HontanillaAdditional Art & Design by Hannah Friederichs Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Halloween Horror Nights 2025 was a night for the ages! We had an incredible time on our annual trip to Orlando, and we BARELY survived the Terrifier house and are here to tell the tale! Halloween week continues on YHS with our complete breakdown and review of HHN 2025!

When a traveling carnival comes to Cabot Cove crime is afoot. Houses are being burglarized of their antiques, the ticket money is funny and a body is found on one of the rides. This charity event is more trouble than it's worth making Seth grumpier than usual. Let's get $100 worth of tickets and sit in the back of the magic show while Jessica uses her talents to unveil a murderer. https://www.patreon.com/Thefletcherfiles

On today's Wholesale Hotline Podcast (Special Saturday Edition), we help you start your weekend right offering tips, news and mindset advice. Show notes -- in these episodes we cover: Tips to level up your wholesaling business. Motivation to keep you going on your real estate journey.  The latest industry news to keep you updated.    Please give us a rating and let us know how we are doing! ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖  ☎️ Welcome to Wholesale Hotline & Flipping Mastery Breakout! ☎️ Jerry Norton went from digging holes for minimum wage in his mid 20's to becoming a millionaire by the age of 30. Today he's the nation's leading expert on flipping houses and has taught thousands of people how to live their dream lifestyle through real estate.   **NOTE: To Download any of Jerry's FREE training, tools, or resources… Click on the link provided and enter your email. The download is automatically emailed to you. If you don't see it, check your junk/spam folder, in case your email provider put it there. If you still don't see it, contact our support at: support@flippingmastery.com or 888) 958-3028.  ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖  

Part 1 The Houses of Royce and Davinos are attacked by the focused might and undead horror of House Tachonis, while the secrets Bolaire has kept for years tumble into the light... Use Code OVERTURE for one month free on Beacon! https://beacon.tv/joinNew Episodes Release Weekly on Thursdays.Learn more about Campaign 4 at https://critrole.com/campaign4/   GET MORE CAMPAIGN 4 WITH BEACONWe're excited to bring you even MORE Campaign 4 with a Beacon membership! Get access to exclusive shows like our behind-the-scenes Critical Role Cooldown and ask the Campaign 4 cast your burning questions directly through our LIVE monthly Fireside Chats.You'll also receive NEW Beacon exclusive series, instant ad-free access to VODs & podcasts, live event pre-sales, merch discounts, & a private Discord.Start your 7-day free trial today at https://beacon.tv/join and get unparalleled access to everything Critical Role! OFFICIAL CAMPAIGN 4 CASTGAME MASTER Brennan Lee MulliganLaura Bailey as ThimbleLuis Carazo as Azune NayarRobbie Daymond as Kattigan ValeAabria Iyengar as Thaisha LloyTaliesin Jaffe as Bolaire LathaliaAshley Johnson as VaelusMatthew Mercer as Sir Julien DavinosWhitney Moore as TyrannyLiam O'Brien as Halandil "Hal" FangMarisha Ray as Murray Mag'NessonSam Riegel as Wicander "Wick" HalovarAlexander Ward as Occtis TachonisTravis Willingham as Teor Pridesire CREDITSProduced by Maxwell James, Steve Failows, & Kyle ShireEdited by Taylor Burke and Emily "Stevie" StevensonVisual Effects by Christian BrownGraphic Design by Aaron Monroy & Jordyn TorrenceMiniature Painting by Payton Keo LacebalTheme Music by Neal AcreeCharacter Art by Loren HontanillaAdditional Art & Design by Hannah Friederichs Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Across the South, the word witch has been used to explain what people fear and cannot control. For generations, healers, midwives, conjurers and root workers carried knowledge their communities needed, yet often faced suspicion when tragedy struck. In this episode of Southern Mysteries, we explore the real lives and southern legends behind those branded as witches. From colonial courts to mountain cabins and coastal swamps, these stories reveal how the line between healing and haunting has always been thin and how fear can turn ordinary people into figures of folklore. Join the Community on Patreon: Want more Southern Mysteries? You can hear the Southern Mysteries show archive of 60+ episodes along with Patron exclusive podcast, Audacious: Tales of American Crime and more when you become a patron of the show. You can immediately access exclusive content now at patreon.com/southernmysteries

3. Personal Preparedness, Home Safety Design, and Decision-Making During Fire Events. This section focuses on personal preparedness, home safety design, and decision-making during fire events. The highly settled coastal areas of Australia face significant fire risk. The author emphasizes that living safely in fire-prone areas requires constant effort and planning. Houses need to be designed to mitigate risk; for example, homes built on concrete slabs or those with sealed-off underfloor spaces are safer than houses on stumps, as embers can easily get under the house and start a fire. The biggest risk to houses is mostly ember attack. During a serious fire, embers can fall "like red rain." To protect against ground fires, a cleared management zone—ideally 100 meters in rural areas—is recommended around the house. On high fire-risk days, known as Fire Ban Days (which are increasing in frequency), the official policy is to leave early. Staying and defending the home is a major decision that requires thorough preparation. Leaving late is a very dangerous strategy. Wind is a major factor, with hot and dry northerly winds posing a significant danger. Furthermore, large fires can generate their own weather and worsen the wind. Wind changes are particularly risky, as they can suddenly turn a long, thin trail of fire into a massive fire front. In the worst-case scenario—being caught in a car—the advice is to stay in the car, turn off the air conditioner, close windows tightly, keep the engine running, and use a woolen blanket to shield against heat. The primary killer in fires is often radiant heat, not the flames themselves. The woolen blanket acts as a thermal shield. It is also crucial to carry water for drinking to reduce dehydration. 1907 ADELAIDE