Podcasts about impurities

Pastor KJay preached a powerful word on passing life's test in order to become all God creates us to be. Here are a few points from the sermon. • Count it all joy when trials come—God is using them to strengthen and refine you.

On this episode, Ram continues our review of the Dhammapada (as translated by Thanissaro Bhikkhu) with Chapter 18: Impurities.   Please join us for (interim) classes on Tuesdays at 7:15pm eastern or on Saturday mornings at 8:30am eastern, both in person and via zoom at https://zoom.us/j/9083919079    If you are subscribed to our Podcast on Podbean, iTunes, or Spotify you will receive notifications when new episodes are posted.     Should you feel motivated to do so, please support us by donating here: Support Cross River Meditation   Questions or comments can be directed to Cross River Mediation

Viridis Mining and Minerals Limited (ASX:VMM) CEO Rafael Moreno joins Proactive's Tylah Tully to discuss the company's latest news and investor case. Viridis has reported exceptional results from its maiden mixed rare earth carbonate (MREC) production campaign at the Northern Concessions of the Colossus Ionic Adsorption Clay (IAC) Project. The Australian Nuclear Science and Technology Organisation (ANSTO) conducted the test work, which confirmed record-breaking recoveries of magnetic rare earth oxides (MREOs), including praseodymium (77%), neodymium (76%), dysprosium (67%) and terbium (71%), resulting in an overall 76% MREO recovery. The process used a low-cost ammonia-based flowsheet operating at a pH of 4.5, room temperature, and a 30-minute residence time. Most impressively, after the ammonia sulphate leaching step, there are minimal losses of REEs throughout the entire flowsheet to produce a final saleable MREC product, which is groundbreaking. The final MREC product achieved a high concentration of 60% total rare earth oxides (TREO), with an MREO/TREO ratio of 39%, the highest globally for an IAC project. Impurities were kept to a minimal 1%, which supports ongoing discussions with potential offtake partners. The low reagent consumption and the use of higher pH have reduced operating costs, making the Colossus project economically competitive. These results position Colossus as a leading rare earth project, demonstrating its technical and economic potential to produce high-quality MREC with a premium basket value. #ProactiveInvestors #ASX #ViridisMining #RareEarthElements #MREC #ColossusProject #MiningNews #RareEarths #IACProject #Praseodymium #Neodymium #Dysprosium #Terbium #MiningIndustry #ANSTO #AustraliaMining #Minerals #RareEarthOxides #TREO #SustainableMining #MiningUpdates #OreProcessing #MineralExploration

01.09.2024 23:19 Sunday

Even If We Cant Drive Away Inner Impurities We Can Still Drive Away From Inner Impurities BG 05.23 by Exploring mindfulness, yoga and spirituality

Viral vectors are a cornerstone of gene therapy and many employ experts in the viral vector services space to help design and produce their specialty vectors. These service providers are experts at making sure you get the vector you want with a titer and purity you need for your application. We're joined in this episode by Dr. Cliff Froelich, Head of Analytical Development for a viral vector services provider. Cliff and his team work with AAV, lentivirus, and other vectors to support multiple, and simultaneous, client projects. Specifically, we dive into how they use various analytical and molecular methods to monitor and assess identity, strength, purity, impurities, potency, efficiency, empty/full ratios, safety, and more. As you might expect, it's not a one-method-does-it-all approach or solution. Yes, digital PCR is in the mix here, and Cliff does a great job of outlining where it shines relative to the other methods they use regularly in their GMP practice. In our career corner portion, you'll hear about Cliff's circuitous career path, which includes stints in the poultry industry and time as a clinical dietitian. Through it all, and into his current role, Cliff brings a passion and genuine interest for the science and its potential to affect lives. Visit the Absolute Gene-ius pageto learn more about the guests, the hosts, and the Applied Biosystems QuantStudio Absolute Q Digital PCR System. 

Botala Energy Ltd (ASX:BTE) CEO Kris Martinick sits down with Proactive's Jonathan Jackson to talk its capital raise plans and recent results from the Serowe Coal Bed Methane Project in Botswana. The company plans to raise up to $1.5 million to support the development of the project and to secure strategic development partners. It has received firm commitments to raise approximately $850,000 through a two-tranche placement, with plans to conduct a share purchase plan to raise up to an additional $650,000. Gas analysis conducted at Botala's Serowe Coal Bed Methane Project showed a high methane content, with readings up to 94%. The analysis also detected iso-butane, which can enhance the gas's energy content. Impurities were found to be minimal, with low CO2 levels, trace amounts of hydrogen sulphide and no sulphur dioxide present. Gas desorption testing for the second phase has been completed, showing gas concentrations exceeding the target of 2.4cc/g, reaching up to 2.91cc/g. This phase will progress to a crush test, expected to further increase the desorption rate. The overall gas quality is predominantly methane with some iso-butane and low impurities, simplifying processing and reducing development costs. Martinick is impressed with the results that indicate a strong potential to surpass the target rate of 2.4cc/g used in previous resource certifications and feasibility studies, comparing favourably with commercial gas fields in Queensland. This progress is a positive indicator for the project's advancement towards development. #Proactiveinvestors, #BotalaEnergy #ASX #ProjectPitse, #SeroweCBM, #Methane, #GasDesorption, #Energy, #GasAnalysis, #CoalBedMethane, #BITRICMS, #CO2, #HydrogenSulphide, #SulphurDioxide, #FeasibilityStudy, #GasConcentration, #EnergyContent, #NaturalGas, #Q2Testing, #ResourceEstimates, #LNGProduction, #ElectricityGeneration, #Fundraising, #SharePurchasePlan, #Investment, #EnergyDevelopment, #Placement, #Botswana, #InvestorSupport #invest #investing #investment #investor #stockmarket #stocks #stock #stockmarketnews

In this podcast, Jason Brown, Senior Manager, Analytical Sciences, R&D, Adare Pharma Solutions, discusses the current landscape and the best approaches for mitigating contamination and detecting nitrosamines. The post EPR Podcast Episode 26 – Navigating Nitrosamine Impurities – Jason Brown, Adare Pharma Solutions appeared first on European Pharmaceutical Review.

“O son of Pritha, do not yield to this degrading impotence. It does not become you. Give up such petty weakness of heart and arise, O chastiser of the enemy.” (Lord Krishna, Bhagavad-gita, Bhagavad-gita, 2.3)

Two strangers awake, naked & trapped in a strange room. By Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I woke to a whiteness so blinding it took several moments before I could do anything but squint. My eyes eventually adjusted to the pain enough to open fully, but the brightness never dimmed. I found myself on my back, looking up at what should have been a ceiling, or the sky, or, well, something. Anything. Instead, all I could see was an unbroken field of white. [[MORE]] Was I awake? Maybe I was dead. I felt disembodied, and there were several failed attempts by my brain to send signals to my limbs before I could finally recognize the existence of them. "Okay," I thought, "so I'm not dead. I'm still in my body. And I don't think I'm dreaming. But that doesn't mean anything. You always think a dream is real until you wake up." I tried to sit up but couldn't. Pins and needles wracked my body as numbed nerve endings slowly came back to life, once again providing sensations. With an effort, I managed to move my head. The whiteness where the ceiling or sky should have been continued on forever. There were no curves, no edges, no corners that I could see. Not a single crack or flaw to provide any sense of depth or scale. It was unnerving. I felt nauseous, my head spinning out of control. Without warning, the blinding white went black as I slipped into unconsciousness. I had no idea how long I was out. When I regained consciousness, I felt more solid and whole in my body, no longer floating in nothingness. But when I opened my eyes, the endless white space remained. Feeling less lightheaded, I tried to sit up, in the process discovering I'd been laying on some kind of flat platform, similar to a bunk or shelf. It was the same white as the ceiling, but, as my eyes focused, I made out its edges. Cautiously, I lifted myself into a seated position, easing my legs over the edge of the platform, unsure there would be anything to rest my feet on until they made contact. The floor was as white as everything else. I couldn't see where it met a wall, or a wall made way to a ceiling. It was utterly disorienting, and I once more felt my head spin. My head between my knees, I took several deep breaths to keep from hyperventilating. When the spell had passed, I sat up and again tried to comprehend my surroundings. It was a physical space, that much I could decipher. I could feel the floor under my feet, and the platform I was sitting on. Putting out a tentative hand, I made contact with the wall my platform connected to. The seam where they met was the only thing that gave me any sense of solidity. My hand slowly traced the edges to where it ended in a rounded corner. Looking down, I saw my feet; felt the solid surface beneath them. But my brain still couldn't grasp that there was a floor, nor could I see where the floor ended and the wall behind me began. I tried to stand up and felt yet another wave of nausea. As solid as the floor felt, my mind still refused to acknowledge its existence. I sat back down on the only surface I trusted to exist, the platform. It was only then that I realized I was completely naked. "Where, the hell, am I?" My voice was a shaky rasp. That's when the screaming started. Startled, I instinctively covered my ears and closed my eyes. It took several moments to realize the screams were not my own. Opening my eyes, I was shocked to find a young woman lying supine directly across from me. She at first appeared to be floating on air until I made out the shape of the platform beneath her, exactly like the one I'd woken up on. Had she been there earlier? Had she just appeared? I had no answer. But she was there now, solid and whole, a physical thing my mind could focus on and help ground me to reality. She was as naked as I was. "Hey! Hey!" I tried to speak, to get her attention, to calm her cries despite my own sense of panic. Her shrieks suddenly ended. She, as I had done upon waking to this madness, had blacked out. The room was now deafening in its silence. I listened for a sound, any sound; a creak, a rustle, the hum of electricity, anything. Yet there was only the whisper of my breathing, and that of the young woman's. Focusing on her gave me a better grasp of the room. She appeared to be only several feet away. It would have been impossible to judge the scale of the all-white space without her as a focal point. I tried my feet again. Keeping one hand against the wall that supported my platform, I slowly started to traverse the space. There were no corners, only the gentle slope of the surface, guiding me in an eventual half circle, where I paused near the unconscious woman's side. She appeared to be in her late teens, perhaps early twenties. Her long hair fell in random strands around her expressionless face. It was only the gentle rise and fall of her chest that told me she was still alive, her breath slow but steady. I felt a twinge of embarrassment when I again noticed her nudity, instinctively averting my eyes. Not yet having the courage to move without a constant grip on the wall, I continued my journey, moving past her along the surface of the space, eventually coming back around towards the other side. I'd pause every few steps, feeling for a door, a seam, or anything that might hint at a way out. I found nothing. Arriving back at my original starting point, I collapsed on the platform, exhausted. I estimated what I now understood to be a circular, enclosed room at about ten, maybe fifteen feet in diameter. Not very big at all. Still, I felt like I'd just run a marathon. Now having some sense of scale, I found it easier to look more closely around the room. There were no lighting fixtures. Whatever was illuminating it appeared to be coming directly from the solid surfaces of the room itself. There were no power outlets, no switches, no air vents. Every surface I touched felt the same; solid, yet soft. Pushing against the wall, it gave slightly. I hit it, gently at first, then several more times with increasing effort. It withstood the pounding with no damage. In a sudden rage I punched the wall with all my strength. If it had been any other surface, I'd likely have broken my hand, but there was barely a sound, and I felt no pain. Testing the floor the same way, I stomped my feet with all my might. Both the energy and sound were absorbed by the strange surface. I sat back down, trying desperately to shake off the fear now gripping me. "Hello?" Her voice was timid, meek, barely above a whisper. The young woman was sitting up, her face a mask of confusion and horror. Her arms wrapped tightly across her chest, hugging herself, not, it appeared, from any sense of modesty, but from fright. She was looking directly at me. "Hello? Who, who are you? Where am I? What's going on?" Her voice trembled, the pitch rising higher with each question. Taking a deep breath, I steadied my own nerves before responding. "My name's Nick. I'm sorry, but I have no idea where we are or what's happening either." Her body trembled uncontrollably. "Did, did you bring me here? Why are you naked?" Looking down at herself, she finally realized her own nudity. With a wail, she curled up into the fetal position on the platform, futilely attempting to cover herself as she cried. I tried to reassure her. "Listen, I didn't bring you here. And I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just as confused and afraid as you are, okay? But I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Just try to relax." She gave no indication she'd heard me, only lay there, holding herself, weeping uncontrollably. I had no idea what to do. Going over to try and comfort her would only make things worse, especially given my nakedness. She'd probably think I was attacking her. She was simply going to have to come to grips with this as I had. I lay back on my platform, eventually dozing off to the sound of her continued sobs. ----------------------------------------- When I woke, I found the young woman again sitting up, looking at me. She still looked frightened, but she made no move to cover her body, even as I sat up to face her. "Where, are we?" she asked. I shrugged. "I have no idea. This is the most impossible room I've ever seen. If you can even call it a room." "It, hurts my brain," she grimaced. "I can barely look at it. If you weren't here to focus on, I think I'd go mad trying to comprehend it." Silence hung heavy for several moments before she spoke again. "I'm Chloe." "Hello, Chloe, I'm Nick. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but,” I gestured at our surroundings. That brought a small smile to her face. "How did we get here?" "I have no idea. The last thing I remember is,” I paused, struggling to actually recall my last memory before waking up here. It came back to me slowly, in fragments. "I was, home. Cooking dinner. A steak, I think. I remember hearing a humming noise coming from my yard, and seeing a bright light through my kitchen window. I thought maybe a power line had gone down or something. I remember stepping out on my patio to investigate, and then, and then I woke up here." Chloe nodded slowly. "I was just getting home from shopping. I was struggling to open my front door with an arm full of groceries when I heard the noise. A loud humming. I remember seeing a light coming from behind me, which was strange because it was very sunny. I thought something odd may be happening to the neighbor's house across the street. I turned around to look, and, and then I woke up screaming." I've always been a rational, logical thinker. Our stories were both very similar, and I put my mind to work, trying to figure it out. "So neither of us recall being attacked or abducted. We were both alone, saw and heard the same thing. Where are you from?" "Sacramento, California. You?" "Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Opposite end of the country. It's not like we were close enough to be taken by the same person. This may seem odd to ask, but do you remember what day it was? The date and time?" Her face twisted in thought. "It was, Friday. September 10th. I don't remember the exact time, maybe 4pm, 4:15? Why?" My brain did some quick math. "That sounds about right. Same day for me, somewhere around 7pm. It's a three hour time zone difference." Her eyes went wide with comprehension. "We were taken at the same time." "Yeah, but that's impossible. Unless,” I stood, shouting upwards at the white nothingness. "Hello? Is there anybody out there? Can you hear me? Where are we? hello?" There was no echo, and silence filled the room as my voice trailed off. "We Are Here." The pure shock of the voice sent me reeling, my head hitting the platform as I collapsed in a heap to the floor. I felt no pain; both the platform and floor had cushioned my fall, and I sustained no injury at all. At least not to my body. My mind, however, was a different story. The voice seemed to come from everywhere, yet nowhere. My brain felt like it was swelling. Chloe was screaming again. A buzzing sound rang in my ears as a wave of warm energy enveloped my body. I immediately felt a sense of peaceful calm flow through me, erasing all fear and panic. Chloe's screams had ceased, and the room was again quiet except for the hum. My body started to move, lifting itself up off the floor, although not under my control. I felt like a puppet, someone pulling my strings. Suspended midair, my eyes opened to find Chloe, also floating, enveloped in a beam of soft blue light, projected from the ceiling or the floor, I could not tell. I was bathed in a similar luminescence. Energy surged through every cell of my body; calming, relaxing, peaceful, yet also giving me a sense of vigor I'd never known before. It felt like being reborn. I sensed my blood flowing through my body, could feel every molecule of oxygen pass through my lungs and into my bloodstream. It was intoxicating. Every nerve ending in my skin, from head to toe, tingled with a mix of sensations; the warmth of the sun, the coolness of a gentle breeze, and the comforting pleasure of a gentle caress all at once. Across from me, Chloe's eyes were closed, her face no longer terrified, but relaxed and peaceful in pure bliss. The Voice came again from nowhere and everywhere. "We are here. Do not fear. You will not be harmed. We will care for you. We are here." The Voice was softer this time. It wasn't exactly human, nor did it sound robotic or computerized. There was no gender to it, speaking in static tones that weren't quite emotionless. Whoever was behind The Voice must have been able to read my mind, because it answered my unspoken question. "We are from elsewhere. We are to observe. We are to help you. You are to help us." I managed to find my voice. "Why, us?" "You are compatible." "Compatible? What, what does that mean?" "You are compatible," The Voice repeated. Before I could question it further, the wave of light energy shifted from blue to red. The pleasure level in my body increased tenfold. It felt like multiple soft hands caressing my skin. I would have been shaking uncontrollably if my body could actually move. Waves of sexual stimulation built within me, beginning in my loins. My penis quickly swelled to full erection, twitching as it grew. Somehow it was my only body part free to move, expanding to a hardness I'd not known since my youth. Imagine receiving a blowjob, a handjob, and being deep inside the warmest, wettest, tightest vagina you've ever felt, all at once. Meanwhile, the rest of you is being massaged erotically by a dozen pairs of sensual hands. It still won't come close to the sensations I was experiencing. Chloe's light had also changed, and she appeared to be taken control of by the same pleasure waves. I could not help but now focus on her nudity. Her breasts heaved in time with her hitching breaths, her hips gyrating rhythmically. Her legs were parted enough to expose her vulva. It looked swollen and flushed under her patch of soft pubic hair, with a sheen of moisture glistening over her sex. Her low gasps grew to moans of lust, and her eyes now fixed on me intently. But not on my face. She was focused on my cock. And she was drooling. I sensed my orgasm building, slowly but steadily. My cock stopped twitching, going fully rigid as my climax hit, my semen shooting out in what felt like an endless stream of long, thick strands. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt. Chloe's moans matched mine in intensity, enthralled in her own orgasm. The scent of her sex was strong in my nose, and I saw the trickle of moisture from her pussy become a stream, dripping small puddles on the floor. She squealed as another wave took her, then went silent, her head drooping towards her chest. I couldn't tell if she was still conscious or not. My own orgasmic waves now subsiding, my still erect penis forced the final drops from the tip to join the mess I'd already left beneath me. The lights went blue again. My breathing slowed, my body relaxed. Chloe and I were guided by invisible hands back to our platforms, laying us down gently. The lights blinked out, and the humming ceased. Again able to move, I turned my head to find Chloe lying on her platform, relaxed and peaceful. In that moment, I found her indescribably beautiful. I watched while her hand caressed her inner thigh, smearing the wetness that lingered there. Gathering some on her fingers, she brought them to her nose and inhaled, sighing contentedly. Chloe turned to face me and smiled. Her eyes closed as she drifted off to sleep. I smiled back at her sleeping form, then fell into slumber myself. ‐-------------------------------------------------- I woke, energized and alert, to find Chloe already up and about, exploring the walls in much the same way I had earlier. Noticing I was now awake, she smiled. "Good, morning? Evening? I have no idea what time it is," she laughed. "How are you feeling?" Sitting up, I detected none of my earlier nausea. "Fine. Great, in fact. I've never woken up feeling this refreshed or energized before." "I know, it's crazy, right? I should be terrified after, that, but all I feel is,” Chloe paused in her thoughts, then shrugged. "Great. I feel great." Chloe sat beside me on the platform. She seemed completely comfortable and uninhibited by our mutual nudity. Although I suppose after our experience under the lights, it would be ridiculous to feel embarrassed about it at this point. Still, as she sat beside me, our hips touching, I felt my pulse quicken, causing a stir down below that I struggled not to focus on, lest things get out of control. It took a moment to realize she was speaking. "So I'm assuming you heard the voice too, and felt, what we felt, right? It's not just a case of me dreaming, or going mad?" "No, you're not mad. That, or we both are. But yeah, that, happened." Looking at the floor, I saw that the mess of ejaculate I'd released was gone. How, I had no idea. But I could smell Chloe's scent still strong on her, the sticky remnants of her juices now drying on her thighs still visible. Noticing my gaze, Chloe blushed, but made no move to cover herself. "This is crazy. I should feel embarrassed, ashamed, humiliated. I should feel violated, raped. But I don't. All I know is that was the most incredible pleasure I've ever felt, and, I want, I want to feel that again." "Me, me too," I stammered. "Jesus, what did they do to us?" Chloe's hand found mine, and we sat in silent wonder. ----------------------------------------- Time was impossible to gage in the White Room, but we passed some by sharing each other's story. I learned Chloe was 21, a sophomore in college, and hoping to someday become a pediatrician because she loved children. She was single, sharing a rented house with her best friend Lily. She enjoyed yoga, cheesy romance novels, and preferred beer over wine. She learned I was 42, divorced and living alone. I told her about my career as a commercial voice actor; mostly radio commercials for various businesses in the Philadelphia market, but occasionally branching out with a few nationally run spots for big name clients. It didn't pay as much as people thought it did, but I lived comfortably enough, and it sometimes allowed me to travel around the country, although I'd never been to Sacramento. I made a promise to come visit if we ever got out of this. That led our conversation towards our predicament. "So, you think we will get out of here?" Chloe asked. "Well, sure," I said, "I mean, we have to believe that, right?" She nodded without conviction. "It's, it's gotta be aliens, right?" She looked almost embarrassed to say it. "I mean, what else could it be?" "Well, perhaps hypnosis, or mind altering drugs, or,” My voice trailed off, not really believing my words. ", but yeah, probably aliens. Or some interdimensional beings. Or one of us is dreaming. But none of this feels like a dream." "Plus, normally," I paused, shaking my head with a laugh. "No, never mind." "What? Come on, finish your thought," Chloe insisted. "Ok, but it's kinda embarrassing. Normally, when I have a, you know, a sex dream, I wake up before, before the good part," I finished sheepishly. Chloe burst into peals of laughter. "So that's how you know this is real?" Her laugh wasn't cruel or mocking, merely finding humor in the absurdity of our situation. I grinned at her and shrugged. "Sorry," she said, wiping a tear from her eye as she caught her breath, "I wasn't laughing at you, just," "It's okay, I get it. I'm happy you can laugh. Better to laugh than,” "Scream," she finished for me. We sat quietly for a while. When I instinctively put my arm around her, she didn't shrug it off. Instead, she rested her head on my shoulder. In a less bizarre situation I may have felt inclined to make a move, but I wasn't about to make a sexual advance on a young woman who had woken up to find herself nude and trapped in some mind bending alien cell with a strange, naked man twice her age. No matter how attractive she was, or how much she currently smelled like sex. "What do you think they meant by 'compatible?'" Chloe asked. "No idea," I replied. "Maybe something to do with D N A? Or they just wanted a male and female of our species? I don't know." "I suppose we could ask them, but I don't think they're here right now." "Me either. They feel, absent, somehow." Chloe sniffed curiously, then sighed. "God, I need a shower. I smell like,” Her voice trailed off, as if too embarrassed to finish. Dammit. She had to go and point it out. I'd always had a sensitive nose, and especially loved the scent of a woman's arousal. I'd convinced many a past lover to share their panties with me, and of course I truly enjoyed giving them oral, basking in their unique smells and tastes. I'd been trying not to focus on the exhilarating aroma currently wafting up from Chloe's thighs, but now it was all I could think about. Chloe sat up with a startled jerk. "I, I guess you smell it too," she said in a bemused tone. She was looking at my lap with a crooked grin. Because of course, I'd gotten an erection. I removed my arm from around her and tried to cover myself up, which only made things worse, as the simplest contact to my throbbing penis sent shockwaves of pleasure through it and my body, making me shudder. "Shit! Chloe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for," Her soft voice stopped me. "It's okay, it's not your fault. Or mine. None of this is our fault. We didn't ask to be here." She gestured around the room. "This whole thing is crazy! I don't know what they did to us with those lights. But they changed something. I should be curled up on the floor, sucking my thumb and drooling. But it's like they altered my brain. All my fear, my confusion, my, inhibitions. Gone. And that's nothing compared to what they did to my body." Chloe took a long, deep breath, held it, then released. "I'm just as, aroused, as you are. Have been since that thing with the lights. Just been trying not to focus on it. But seeing your," her eyes glanced shyly at my cock, “seeing it like that, it's like somebody threw a switch or something." Her voice trembled, and I noticed her legs rocking, thighs gently squeezing and releasing unconsciously. Several awkward moments passed. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything else but my pulsing erection, when the fresh, musky scent of female arousal filled my nose so suddenly that I gasped with surprise and pleasure. Chloe let out a gasp to echo my own and, opening my eyes, I saw her, leaning back against the wall, legs fully parted, masturbating furiously. Her face flushed when she caught my stare. "I can't help it. I, I just need, release." Biting her lip, her eyes again went to my cock. "You, you can, too. If you want. I won't mind." I needed no further encouragement. The hand that had been making a vain attempt to cover my erection now gripped it firmly and began the familiar motions. I'd been masturbating since the day I'd found a Playboy magazine in my dad's nightstand, but this was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. Somehow, every nerve ending in my penis felt heightened tenfold. I could feel the blood pulsing inside the sponge-like flesh of it, stretching and expanding my erection beyond its limits. It couldn't possibly be growing in my hand, yet it certainly felt that way. My eyes found Chloe. Her left hand was caressing her breasts, alternating between them, twisting and pulling swollen nipples. Her right hand was furiously fingering her sex, creating wet squelching sounds as they slid in and out of her pretty pink hole. Her face glowed radiantly, full of lust, pleasure and pure joy. Her bright eyes wandered over my body, never straying their attention too far from my cock as I jerked at a strong, steady pace. Sensing my need, Chloe twisted her body, bracing her weight on one arm as she lifted her right leg up onto the platform. Her foot came to rest on my hip, giving me a much more personal view as her fingers continued their explorations of her intimate flesh. Chloe parted her delicate labia, exposing the slick opening to her vagina. Inserting two fingers, she closed them around her swollen clitoral hood, teasing her hole while stimulating her clit. Her pubic hair was wet and matted, large dollops of thick cream oozing from between her fingers, running down her ass crack. Her scent was overpowering. I turned myself towards her as well, our legs entwined, our genitals now mere inches apart as we pleasured ourselves. Chloe's moans ceased as her mouth formed a silent O. Every muscle in her body tensed, then released in spasms as her climax took her. She found her voice again, releasing squeals of pleasure, her hips rocking uncontrollably. I watched, fascinated, as her natural lubrication gushed in clear little streams to pool on the platform beneath her. Without thinking, I scooped up her ejaculate, bringing my fingers to my nose and lips. Her taste was sweet, and I savored it on my tongue. Gathering up more, I slathered her warm juices on my impossibly hard cock and began stroking again in earnest. Chloe continued to masturbate, grinning wickedly at me, now solely focused on her clit, rubbing it in circles at an ever increasing pace. Thick strands of her cum dripped from her like honey from a hive. "I've, never been, this wet," she gasped, "I'm, gonna cum again." Her teeth clenched and her face twisted, again racked in wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her pussy gushed, the pool beneath her becoming a lake, and I immediately gathered up more to lubricate my own throbbing organ. I felt my orgasm approaching, but instead of speeding up, I slowed my pace to long, steady strokes, drawing out the pleasure, increasing the buildup, until my cock felt like it would explode and I could hold back no longer. I let out an animalistic growl as my first blast burst from me, splattering across Chloe's lower abdomen, coating the hand working her still needy cunt. Without missing a beat, Chloe rubbed my gooey spunk into her, mixing it with her own lubrication. My second blast added to it, as hot and strong as the first. Chloe gathered my continuing eruption into her hand, adding it to the growing mess between her legs. Her head rocked and her eyes rolled back as another orgasm took her. Our groans of passion rang in each other's ears and the smell of sweat and cum filled the air, making us drunk with lust. Finally, we collapsed into each other, exhausted and gasping for breath as our orgasms subsided. Chloe exhaled a warm breath on my neck, her soft breast pressed up against my arm. Her hand landed on my thigh; it was sticky with our mixed fluids. We sat in silence. There were no words to say. How does one even begin to talk about such an intense and erotic experience? Suddenly, a strange tingling sensation began. It felt random at first, until I realized it was coming from the parts of me still coated with cum. Chloe must have felt it too, because she sat up quickly, and her hands instinctively went to cover her sex. She let out a soft gasp, of surprise or pleasure I could not be sure. We both watched, awestruck, as the sticky mess that covered us slowly dissolved, transforming into little points of glowing gold light that drifted up towards the ceiling. (If there was, in fact, a ceiling. We'd never determined how high up the room went.) Gradually, they disappeared. "What, the, hell?" I whispered. Chloe remained silent, her eyes wide, mouth agape. I stood, looking upwards. "Hey!" I shouted towards the unknown. "Hey! You there? What was that? What are you doing to us? Answer me, damn it!" There was not even the echo of my own voice in reply. I sat back down, confused and frustrated. Chloe wrapped her arms around me and we lay together on the platform, our bodies still warm, flushed and sweaty from our exertions. It took only minutes for an exhausted sleep to fall over us. ---------------------------------------- I woke to find myself alone. I had a moment of panic until I saw Chloe, still sleeping peacefully, on her own platform. I sat up, feeling as fresh and energetic as before, but there was now another sensation: hunger. How long had we been here? When did I last eat? I couldn't recall. Chloe woke, and I could not help but admire her lithe, feminine form as she rose with a stretch. She looked slightly confused. "Did, did you move, or did I?" "Dunno," I shrugged. "Maybe they moved us while we slept." "We seem to sleep a lot since we've been here," she mused, "but the upside is I feel amazingly refreshed and energized afterwards. I also feel, starving." Her stomach grumbled as if to emphasize her point. "Yeah, me too," I chuckled. "Wonder what they got to eat around this joint? Think 'Uber Eats' delivers here?" Her grin at my joke became a frown when her stomach growled again. "Well I hope they remember us carbon based lifeforms need sustenance once in a while." As if on cue, the humming noise began, and we were once again enveloped in the pale blue lights. We were lifted to the air as the calming, peaceful sensations of the beams flowed through us. The color then changed to green, and I felt something new: a sense of being nourished, replenished. My hunger pangs immediately subsided. But it was more than just some strange, alien version of intravenous feeding. Because I was also tasting things. I could sense the flavors of various foods flooding my taste buds. Most I recognized, several I did not, but all of them were delicious. My body felt the way it would after a satisfying meal of several courses, but without the discomforts or sense of lethargy one often has after eating too much. With the slightest shift in the frequency of the hum came another new sensation; the feeling of hydration. I tasted the coolest, cleanest water I'd ever had flowing through my mouth and down my throat, the illusion so real I swallowed regularly, despite the fact there was no real liquid. Another frequency shift, another sensation. A tingling similar to the one I'd felt earlier started deep within my bowels, spreading slowly throughout my body. It was odd, but not unpleasant, almost like a burning sensation that didn't cause pain. As the tingling wave reached every part of me, tiny particles began emanating from my pores, transforming into the same glowing gold points of light we'd seen before, drifting slowly up and away, fading from view. I can't even begin to describe how alive I felt in that moment. Looking over, Chloe was enveloped in her own luminous gold cloud. Her body glowed like an angel. The lights changed from green to blue as the last of the golden lights flickered away. We were again guided back down on our platforms and released. I sat up immediately, as did Chloe. "Holy shit," she gasped. "That was amazing!" I stood and addressed the ceiling. "Hey! Whoever you are! Can we talk? What was that?" I didn't truly expect an answer. But I got one. "Nourishment. Purification." The Voice responded. "Purification?" I was beginning to grasp what happened, but wanted clarification. "Purification." The Voice repeated. "Impurities must be removed for optimal life form function. Optimal life form function must be reached in order to achieve objective." "Objective?" I asked, "What exactly is the objective here?" "Optimal compatibility." "I don't understand!" I yelled at our invisible captor. "Impurities must be removed for optimal life form function," The Voice repeated. "Removal of impurities will be completed in several stages to compensate for life form fragility. Once optimal life form function has been reached, optimal compatibility will be achievable." "What happens when optimal compatibility is achieved?" I asked, calmer this time. "Conjoining," answered The Voice. "What the hell does that mean?" I asked, although I had my suspicions. I received no answer. Chloe was crying. I moved to comfort her. "Hey, it's okay, don't be afraid, we'll be alright." She looked up at me, wiping away her tears. "No, you don't understand," she said, her voice still hitching with sobs, "I think, no, I know. They, they cured me." I was, of course, confused. Once she'd calmed herself, she explained. "I was diagnosed with Crohn's disease at age fifteen. The symptoms have varied in severity over the years, and I've actually been in remission for a while now. I haven't experienced any symptoms since I've been here, but somehow, during that, 'purification', I felt it. I can't explain how I know, but I know. They cured me. Just purged it from my body somehow. Oh my God," Her voice trailed off in wonder, her tears beginning anew. I simply sat there, stunned, and held her. Optimal Health While I waited for Chloe to deal with her emotions, my musings turned towards my own body, and how I was feeling since the "Nourishment and Purification" process. My initial thought had been that "purification" simply meant the removal of bodily wastes. It would explain why I'd felt no urges to relieve myself since I'd been here. But if Chloe's revelation was true, and I had no reason to doubt her, then it was much more than simply cleaning out our waste systems. Looking myself over, I discovered that several small moles I'd had on my chest and shoulders were gone. A scar I'd had on the back of my hand from a bike accident as a kid was no longer there. I looked at my hand in wonder, searching for any trace of it, but saw only smooth, fresh skin. My stomach looked flatter, like I'd lost a few pounds. Although that could be explained by the fact I'd not actually eaten any solid food for, well, however long we'd been there. I was in decent shape for 42, but had developed certain things all middle aged men experience as time and age slowly takes its toll. A bit of a paunch from unhealthy eating; aches and pains in various areas that one learns to simply live with. I felt none of those pains now. My legs, always so tight, now felt loose and flexible. My back had no stiffness; there was no crick in my neck. I wondered about my eyesight. I had been using reading glasses for the past several years, and now I was curious if I'd still need them. I couldn't be sure without something to focus on, like a book or computer screen, but I felt like I could see better in general. I felt less bloated than usual, like I'd been given an enema or something, my colon completely cleansed of any built up waste. Overall, I felt healthier than I had in at least a decade. Once Chloe had composed herself, we discussed the similar changes we both felt in our bodies. Being younger than I, Chloe was already in better shape generally, but her Crohns did leave her with general discomforts and pains she had just gotten used to dealing with over the years, things she said were now completely gone. "What else can you see or feel that's different?" I asked her. "Think about it. Do you have any scars or birthmarks missing? Something like that?" Chloe looked at her abdomen. "My appendectomy scar is gone. And I don't have any birthmarks or moles, except," she paused, blushing a little, "I have this, mole. On my ass. It's low down, I can only see it in a mirror. I've always felt a little self-conscious about it. I guess, I guess I have to know. Could you, take a look for me?" Without waiting for an answer, Chloe stood and turned, giving me a full view of her beautifully curved bottom. I couldn't help blushing myself as I leaned in to inspect it, searching for the mole in question. I saw nothing but her creamy, smooth skin, and said so. "Are you sure? It's kinda low and between, just on the underside of my left butt cheek." Chloe bent forward and reached around with her hand, spreading herself open. I still could see no mole, but I certainly could now see her plump vulva and delicate pink labia, along with her tight little anus, winking at me as she pulled her ass cheeks open wider. Once again my nose breathed in the special scent wafting from between her legs. It was all I could do to keep myself from leaning in closer to inhale her. Instead, I stammered, "Um, no, no mole. I guess it's gone." Chloe sat back down. "So strange," she mused, "I wonder why they're fixing us like this? And I wonder what they meant by," Her voice trailed off with a giggle. "Sorry. Guess I should have expected that with the view I just gave you." I didn't understand what she meant at first, until I noticed her looking at the erection I'd gotten without even realizing it. "Sorry, I really was trying to keep my inspection, professional," I apologized with an embarrassed grin. Chloe's smile was warm and kind. "I know. But you're a man, you can't help looking. And I'm okay with the idea of you being aroused by it. It's, flattering. With all we've been through so far, it's only natural that you'd want sex after having my bare ass in your face." "Look, Chloe, I'd never presume to," Chloe cut me off. "I know. You've been nothing but a gentleman since we woke up here. Even with the sexual stimulation from the lights, even when we masturbated together, you've never tried to touch me inappropriately, or force yourself on me. And I truly appreciate that. Because I know it can't be easy for you." "Actually, it's very easy for me," I stated firmly, "because I'd never touch a woman who didn't want to be touched. Period." Chloe nodded appreciatively. "Thank you." She gave me a shy, nervous, smile. "Being honest, I'm actually not that horny myself at the moment; still kind of reeling from the idea of having been miraculously healed. But I'd be more than happy to, well, give you a hand. If you want it." My eyes lit up. "I'd love that, but only if you're sure," I answered, desperately hoping that she was indeed sure. Chloe responded by taking my hard cock in her hand. It jumped at her touch. She began pleasuring me with long, slow, gentle strokes. My arm slipped naturally around her as she nuzzled into me, resting her head on my shoulder while she watched her ministrations. I could feel her warm left breast pressing against my chest. My hand hung dangerously close to her right breast, fingers just barely grazing the side. To be continued in part 2. By Djmac1031 for Literotica Source: ex-plicitly-novel

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Two strangers awake, naked & trapped in a strange room.By Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I woke to a whiteness so blinding it took several moments before I could do anything but squint. My eyes eventually adjusted to the pain enough to open fully, but the brightness never dimmed.I found myself on my back, looking up at what should have been a ceiling, or the sky, or, well, something. Anything. Instead, all I could see was an unbroken field of white.Was I awake? Maybe I was dead. I felt disembodied, and there were several failed attempts by my brain to send signals to my limbs before I could finally recognize the existence of them.“Okay,” I thought, “so I’m not dead. I’m still in my body. And I don’t think I’m dreaming. But that doesn’t mean anything. You always think a dream is real until you wake up.”I tried to sit up but couldn’t. Pins and needles wracked my body as numbed nerve endings slowly came back to life, once again providing sensations.With an effort, I managed to move my head. The whiteness where the ceiling or sky should have been continued on forever. There were no curves, no edges, no corners that I could see. Not a single crack or flaw to provide any sense of depth or scale. It was unnerving. I felt nauseous, my head spinning out of control.Without warning, the blinding white went black as I slipped into unconsciousness.I had no idea how long I was out. When I regained consciousness, I felt more solid and whole in my body, no longer floating in nothingness. But when I opened my eyes, the endless white space remained.Feeling less lightheaded, I tried to sit up, in the process discovering I’d been laying on some kind of flat platform, similar to a bunk or shelf. It was the same white as the ceiling, but, as my eyes focused, I made out its edges.Cautiously, I lifted myself into a seated position, easing my legs over the edge of the platform, unsure there would be anything to rest my feet on until they made contact. The floor was as white as everything else. I couldn’t see where it met a wall, or a wall made way to a ceiling. It was utterly disorienting, and I once more felt my head spin.My head between my knees, I took several deep breaths to keep from hyperventilating. When the spell had passed, I sat up and again tried to comprehend my surroundings.It was a physical space, that much I could decipher. I could feel the floor under my feet, and the platform I was sitting on. Putting out a tentative hand, I made contact with the wall my platform connected to. The seam where they met was the only thing that gave me any sense of solidity. My hand slowly traced the edges to where it ended in a rounded corner.Looking down, I saw my feet; felt the solid surface beneath them. But my brain still couldn’t grasp that there was a floor, nor could I see where the floor ended and the wall behind me began.I tried to stand up and felt yet another wave of nausea. As solid as the floor felt, my mind still refused to acknowledge its existence. I sat back down on the only surface I trusted to exist, the platform.It was only then that I realized I was completely naked.“Where, the hell, am I?” My voice was a shaky rasp.That’s when the screaming started.Startled, I instinctively covered my ears and closed my eyes. It took several moments to realize the screams were not my own.Opening my eyes, I was shocked to find a young woman lying supine directly across from me. She at first appeared to be floating on air until I made out the shape of the platform beneath her, exactly like the one I’d woken up on.Had she been there earlier? Had she just appeared? I had no answer. But she was there now, solid and whole, a physical thing my mind could focus on and help ground me to reality.She was as naked as I was.“Hey! Hey!” I tried to speak, to get her attention, to calm her cries despite my own sense of panic.Her shrieks suddenly ended. She, as I had done upon waking to this madness, had blacked out.The room was now deafening in its silence. I listened for a sound, any sound; a creak, a rustle, the hum of electricity, anything. Yet there was only the whisper of my breathing, and that of the young woman’s.Focusing on her gave me a better grasp of the room. She appeared to be only several feet away. It would have been impossible to judge the scale of the all-white space without her as a focal point.I tried my feet again. Keeping one hand against the wall that supported my platform, I slowly started to traverse the space. There were no corners, only the gentle slope of the surface, guiding me in an eventual half circle, where I paused near the unconscious woman’s side.She appeared to be in her late teens, perhaps early twenties. Her long hair fell in random strands around her expressionless face. It was only the gentle rise and fall of her chest that told me she was still alive, her breath slow but steady. I felt a twinge of embarrassment when I again noticed her nudity, instinctively averting my eyes.Not yet having the courage to move without a constant grip on the wall, I continued my journey, moving past her along the surface of the space, eventually coming back around towards the other side. I'd pause every few steps, feeling for a door, a seam, or anything that might hint at a way out. I found nothing.Arriving back at my original starting point, I collapsed on the platform, exhausted. I estimated what I now understood to be a circular, enclosed room at about ten, maybe fifteen feet in diameter. Not very big at all. Still, I felt like I’d just run a marathon.Now having some sense of scale, I found it easier to look more closely around the room. There were no lighting fixtures. Whatever was illuminating it appeared to be coming directly from the solid surfaces of the room itself. There were no power outlets, no switches, no air vents.Every surface I touched felt the same; solid, yet soft. Pushing against the wall, it gave slightly. I hit it, gently at first, then several more times with increasing effort. It withstood the pounding with no damage. In a sudden rage I punched the wall with all my strength. If it had been any other surface, I’d likely have broken my hand, but there was barely a sound, and I felt no pain.Testing the floor the same way, I stomped my feet with all my might. Both the energy and sound were absorbed by the strange surface. I sat back down, trying desperately to shake off the fear now gripping me.“Hello?” Her voice was timid, meek, barely above a whisper.The young woman was sitting up, her face a mask of confusion and horror. Her arms wrapped tightly across her chest, hugging herself, not, it appeared, from any sense of modesty, but from fright.She was looking directly at me. “Hello? Who, who are you? Where am I? What’s going on?” Her voice trembled, the pitch rising higher with each question.Taking a deep breath, I steadied my own nerves before responding. “My name’s Nick. I’m sorry, but I have no idea where we are or what’s happening either.”Her body trembled uncontrollably. “Did, did you bring me here? Why are you naked?” Looking down at herself, she finally realized her own nudity. With a wail, she curled up into the fetal position on the platform, futilely attempting to cover herself as she cried.I tried to reassure her. “Listen, I didn’t bring you here. And I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just as confused and afraid as you are, okay? But I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. Just try to relax.”She gave no indication she’d heard me, only lay there, holding herself, weeping uncontrollably.I had no idea what to do. Going over to try and comfort her would only make things worse, especially given my nakedness. She’d probably think I was attacking her. She was simply going to have to come to grips with this as I had.I lay back on my platform, eventually dozing off to the sound of her continued sobs.—————————————–When I woke, I found the young woman again sitting up, looking at me.She still looked frightened, but she made no move to cover her body, even as I sat up to face her.“Where, are we?” she asked.I shrugged. “I have no idea. This is the most impossible room I’ve ever seen. If you can even call it a room.”“It, hurts my brain,” she grimaced. “I can barely look at it. If you weren’t here to focus on, I think I’d go mad trying to comprehend it.”Silence hung heavy for several moments before she spoke again. “I’m Chloe.”“Hello, Chloe, I’m Nick. I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but,” I gestured at our surroundings.That brought a small smile to her face. "How did we get here?”“I have no idea. The last thing I remember is,” I paused, struggling to actually recall my last memory before waking up here.It came back to me slowly, in fragments. "I was, home. Cooking dinner. A steak, I think. I remember hearing a humming noise coming from my yard, and seeing a bright light through my kitchen window. I thought maybe a power line had gone down or something. I remember stepping out on my patio to investigate, and then, and then I woke up here.”Chloe nodded slowly. “I was just getting home from shopping. I was struggling to open my front door with an arm full of groceries when I heard the noise. A loud humming. I remember seeing a light coming from behind me, which was strange because it was very sunny. I thought something odd may be happening to the neighbor’s house across the street. I turned around to look, and, and then I woke up screaming.”I’ve always been a rational, logical thinker. Our stories were both very similar, and I put my mind to work, trying to figure it out. “So neither of us recall being attacked or abducted. We were both alone, saw and heard the same thing. Where are you from?”“Sacramento, California. You?”“Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Opposite end of the country. It’s not like we were close enough to be taken by the same person. This may seem odd to ask, but do you remember what day it was? The date and time?”Her face twisted in thought. “It was, Friday. September 10th. I don’t remember the exact time, maybe 4pm, 4:15? Why?”My brain did some quick math. “That sounds about right. Same day for me, somewhere around 7pm. It’s a three hour time zone difference.”Her eyes went wide with comprehension. “We were taken at the same time.”“Yeah, but that’s impossible. Unless,”I stood, shouting upwards at the white nothingness. "Hello? Is there anybody out there? Can you hear me? Where are we? hello?” There was no echo, and silence filled the room as my voice trailed off.“We Are Here.”The pure shock of the voice sent me reeling, my head hitting the platform as I collapsed in a heap to the floor. I felt no pain; both the platform and floor had cushioned my fall, and I sustained no injury at all.At least not to my body. My mind, however, was a different story. The voice seemed to come from everywhere, yet nowhere. My brain felt like it was swelling.Chloe was screaming again.A buzzing sound rang in my ears as a wave of warm energy enveloped my body. I immediately felt a sense of peaceful calm flow through me, erasing all fear and panic. Chloe’s screams had ceased, and the room was again quiet except for the hum.My body started to move, lifting itself up off the floor, although not under my control. I felt like a puppet, someone pulling my strings.Suspended midair, my eyes opened to find Chloe, also floating, enveloped in a beam of soft blue light, projected from the ceiling or the floor, I could not tell. I was bathed in a similar luminescence.Energy surged through every cell of my body; calming, relaxing, peaceful, yet also giving me a sense of vigor I’d never known before. It felt like being reborn. I sensed my blood flowing through my body, could feel every molecule of oxygen pass through my lungs and into my bloodstream. It was intoxicating.Every nerve ending in my skin, from head to toe, tingled with a mix of sensations; the warmth of the sun, the coolness of a gentle breeze, and the comforting pleasure of a gentle caress all at once.Across from me, Chloe’s eyes were closed, her face no longer terrified, but relaxed and peaceful in pure bliss.The Voice came again from nowhere and everywhere. “We are here. Do not fear. You will not be harmed. We will care for you. We are here.”The Voice was softer this time. It wasn’t exactly human, nor did it sound robotic or computerized. There was no gender to it, speaking in static tones that weren’t quite emotionless.Whoever was behind The Voice must have been able to read my mind, because it answered my unspoken question.“We are from elsewhere. We are to observe. We are to help you. You are to help us.”I managed to find my voice. "Why, us?“"You are compatible.”“Compatible? What, what does that mean?”“You are compatible,” The Voice repeated.Before I could question it further, the wave of light energy shifted from blue to red. The pleasure level in my body increased tenfold. It felt like multiple soft hands caressing my skin. I would have been shaking uncontrollably if my body could actually move.Waves of sexual stimulation built within me, beginning in my loins. My penis quickly swelled to full erection, twitching as it grew. Somehow it was my only body part free to move, expanding to a hardness I’d not known since my youth.Imagine receiving a blowjob, a handjob, and being deep inside the warmest, wettest, tightest vagina you’ve ever felt, all at once. Meanwhile, the rest of you is being massaged erotically by a dozen pairs of sensual hands. It still won’t come close to the sensations I was experiencing.Chloe’s light had also changed, and she appeared to be taken control of by the same pleasure waves.I could not help but now focus on her nudity. Her breasts heaved in time with her hitching breaths, her hips gyrating rhythmically.Her legs were parted enough to expose her vulva. It looked swollen and flushed under her patch of soft pubic hair, with a sheen of moisture glistening over her sex.Her low gasps grew to moans of lust, and her eyes now fixed on me intently. But not on my face. She was focused on my cock. And she was drooling.I sensed my orgasm building, slowly but steadily. My cock stopped twitching, going fully rigid as my climax hit, my semen shooting out in what felt like an endless stream of long, thick strands. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.Chloe’s moans matched mine in intensity, enthralled in her own orgasm. The scent of her sex was strong in my nose, and I saw the trickle of moisture from her pussy become a stream, dripping small puddles on the floor. She squealed as another wave took her, then went silent, her head drooping towards her chest. I couldn’t tell if she was still conscious or not.My own orgasmic waves now subsiding, my still erect penis forced the final drops from the tip to join the mess I’d already left beneath me.The lights went blue again. My breathing slowed, my body relaxed. Chloe and I were guided by invisible hands back to our platforms, laying us down gently. The lights blinked out, and the humming ceased.Again able to move, I turned my head to find Chloe lying on her platform, relaxed and peaceful. In that moment, I found her indescribably beautiful.I watched while her hand caressed her inner thigh, smearing the wetness that lingered there. Gathering some on her fingers, she brought them to her nose and inhaled, sighing contentedly.Chloe turned to face me and smiled. Her eyes closed as she drifted off to sleep.I smiled back at her sleeping form, then fell into slumber myself.‐————————————————–I woke, energized and alert, to find Chloe already up and about, exploring the walls in much the same way I had earlier.Noticing I was now awake, she smiled. “Good, morning? Evening? I have no idea what time it is,” she laughed. “How are you feeling?”Sitting up, I detected none of my earlier nausea. "Fine. Great, in fact. I’ve never woken up feeling this refreshed or energized before.“"I know, it’s crazy, right? I should be terrified after, that, but all I feel is,” Chloe paused in her thoughts, then shrugged. "Great. I feel great.”Chloe sat beside me on the platform. She seemed completely comfortable and uninhibited by our mutual nudity. Although I suppose after our experience under the lights, it would be ridiculous to feel embarrassed about it at this point.Still, as she sat beside me, our hips touching, I felt my pulse quicken, causing a stir down below that I struggled not to focus on, lest things get out of control.It took a moment to realize she was speaking. “So I’m assuming you heard the voice too, and felt, what we felt, right? It’s not just a case of me dreaming, or going mad?”“No, you’re not mad. That, or we both are. But yeah, that, happened.” Looking at the floor, I saw that the mess of ejaculate I’d released was gone. How, I had no idea. But I could smell Chloe’s scent still strong on her, the sticky remnants of her juices now drying on her thighs still visible.Noticing my gaze, Chloe blushed, but made no move to cover herself. “This is crazy. I should feel embarrassed, ashamed, humiliated. I should feel violated, raped. But I don’t. All I know is that was the most incredible pleasure I’ve ever felt, and,I want, I want to feel that again.”“Me, me too,” I stammered. “Jesus, what did they do to us?”Chloe’s hand found mine, and we sat in silent wonder.—————————————–Time was impossible to gage in the White Room, but we passed some by sharing each other’s story.I learned Chloe was 21, a sophomore in college, and hoping to someday become a pediatrician because she loved children. She was single, sharing a rented house with her best friend Lily. She enjoyed yoga, cheesy romance novels, and preferred beer over wine.She learned I was 42, divorced and living alone. I told her about my career as a commercial voice actor; mostly radio commercials for various businesses in the Philadelphia market, but occasionally branching out with a few nationally run spots for big name clients. It didn’t pay as much as people thought it did, but I lived comfortably enough, and it sometimes allowed me to travel around the country, although I’d never been to Sacramento. I made a promise to come visit if we ever got out of this.That led our conversation towards our predicament. “So, you think we will get out of here?” Chloe asked.“Well, sure,” I said, “I mean, we have to believe that, right?” She nodded without conviction.“It’s, it’s gotta be aliens, right?” She looked almost embarrassed to say it. “I mean, what else could it be?”“Well, perhaps hypnosis, or mind altering drugs, or,” My voice trailed off, not really believing my words. ”, but yeah, probably aliens. Or some interdimensional beings. Or one of us is dreaming. But none of this feels like a dream.“"Plus, normally,” I paused, shaking my head with a laugh. “No, never mind.”“What? Come on, finish your thought,” Chloe insisted.“Ok, but it’s kinda embarrassing. Normally, when I have a, you know, a sex dream, I wake up before, before the good part,” I finished sheepishly.Chloe burst into peals of laughter. “So that’s how you know this is real?” Her laugh wasn’t cruel or mocking, merely finding humor in the absurdity of our situation. I grinned at her and shrugged.“Sorry,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye as she caught her breath, “I wasn’t laughing at you, just,”“It’s okay, I get it. I’m happy you can laugh. Better to laugh than,”"Scream,” she finished for me.We sat quietly for a while. When I instinctively put my arm around her, she didn’t shrug it off. Instead, she rested her head on my shoulder. In a less bizarre situation I may have felt inclined to make a move, but I wasn’t about to make a sexual advance on a young woman who had woken up to find herself nude and trapped in some mind bending alien cell with a strange, naked man twice her age. No matter how attractive she was, or how much she currently smelled like sex.“What do you think they meant by ‘compatible?’” Chloe asked.“No idea,” I replied. "Maybe something to do with D N A? Or they just wanted a male and female of our species? I don’t know.“"I suppose we could ask them, but I don’t think they’re here right now.”“Me either. They feel, absent, somehow.”Chloe sniffed curiously, then sighed. “God, I need a shower. I smell like,” Her voice trailed off, as if too embarrassed to finish.Dammit. She had to go and point it out. I’d always had a sensitive nose, and especially loved the scent of a woman’s arousal. I’d convinced many a past lover to share their panties with me, and of course I truly enjoyed giving them oral, basking in their unique smells and tastes.I’d been trying not to focus on the exhilarating aroma currently wafting up from Chloe’s thighs, but now it was all I could think about.Chloe sat up with a startled jerk. "I, I guess you smell it too,” she said in a bemused tone.She was looking at my lap with a crooked grin. Because of course, I’d gotten an erection.I removed my arm from around her and tried to cover myself up, which only made things worse, as the simplest contact to my throbbing penis sent shockwaves of pleasure through it and my body, making me shudder.“Shit! Chloe, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for,”Her soft voice stopped me. “It's okay, it’s not your fault. Or mine. None of this is our fault. We didn’t ask to be here.”She gestured around the room. “This whole thing is crazy! I don’t know what they did to us with those lights. But they changed something. I should be curled up on the floor, sucking my thumb and drooling. But it’s like they altered my brain. All my fear, my confusion, my, inhibitions. Gone. And that’s nothing compared to what they did to my body.”Chloe took a long, deep breath, held it, then released. “I’m just as, aroused, as you are. Have been since that thing with the lights. Just been trying not to focus on it. But seeing your,” her eyes glanced shyly at my cock, “seeing it like that, it’s like somebody threw a switch or something.“ Her voice trembled, and I noticed her legs rocking, thighs gently squeezing and releasing unconsciously.Several awkward moments passed. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything else but my pulsing erection, when the fresh, musky scent of female arousal filled my nose so suddenly that I gasped with surprise and pleasure.Chloe let out a gasp to echo my own and, opening my eyes, I saw her, leaning back against the wall, legs fully parted, masturbating furiously.Her face flushed when she caught my stare. "I can’t help it. I, I just need, release." Biting her lip, her eyes again went to my cock. "You, you can, too. If you want. I won’t mind.”I needed no further encouragement. The hand that had been making a vain attempt to cover my erection now gripped it firmly and began the familiar motions.I’d been masturbating since the day I’d found a Playboy magazine in my dad’s nightstand, but this was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Somehow, every nerve ending in my penis felt heightened tenfold. I could feel the blood pulsing inside the sponge-like flesh of it, stretching and expanding my erection beyond its limits. It couldn’t possibly be growing in my hand, yet it certainly felt that way.My eyes found Chloe. Her left hand was caressing her breasts, alternating between them, twisting and pulling swollen nipples. Her right hand was furiously fingering her sex, creating wet squelching sounds as they slid in and out of her pretty pink hole.Her face glowed radiantly, full of lust, pleasure and pure joy. Her bright eyes wandered over my body, never straying their attention too far from my cock as I jerked at a strong, steady pace.Sensing my need, Chloe twisted her body, bracing her weight on one arm as she lifted her right leg up onto the platform. Her foot came to rest on my hip, giving me a much more personal view as her fingers continued their explorations of her intimate flesh.Chloe parted her delicate labia, exposing the slick opening to her vagina. Inserting two fingers, she closed them around her swollen clitoral hood, teasing her hole while stimulating her clit. Her pubic hair was wet and matted, large dollops of thick cream oozing from between her fingers, running down her ass crack. Her scent was overpowering.I turned myself towards her as well, our legs entwined, our genitals now mere inches apart as we pleasured ourselves.Chloe’s moans ceased as her mouth formed a silent O. Every muscle in her body tensed, then released in spasms as her climax took her. She found her voice again, releasing squeals of pleasure, her hips rocking uncontrollably. I watched, fascinated, as her natural lubrication gushed in clear little streams to pool on the platform beneath her.Without thinking, I scooped up her ejaculate, bringing my fingers to my nose and lips. Her taste was sweet, and I savored it on my tongue. Gathering up more, I slathered her warm juices on my impossibly hard cock and began stroking again in earnest.Chloe continued to masturbate, grinning wickedly at me, now solely focused on her clit, rubbing it in circles at an ever increasing pace. Thick strands of her cum dripped from her like honey from a hive.“I’ve, never been, this wet,” she gasped, “I’m, gonna cum again.”Her teeth clenched and her face twisted, again racked in wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her pussy gushed, the pool beneath her becoming a lake, and I immediately gathered up more to lubricate my own throbbing organ.I felt my orgasm approaching, but instead of speeding up, I slowed my pace to long, steady strokes, drawing out the pleasure, increasing the buildup, until my cock felt like it would explode and I could hold back no longer.I let out an animalistic growl as my first blast burst from me, splattering across Chloe’s lower abdomen, coating the hand working her still needy cunt. Without missing a beat, Chloe rubbed my gooey spunk into her, mixing it with her own lubrication.My second blast added to it, as hot and strong as the first. Chloe gathered my continuing eruption into her hand, adding it to the growing mess between her legs. Her head rocked and her eyes rolled back as another orgasm took her. Our groans of passion rang in each other’s ears and the smell of sweat and cum filled the air, making us drunk with lust.Finally, we collapsed into each other, exhausted and gasping for breath as our orgasms subsided.Chloe exhaled a warm breath on my neck, her soft breast pressed up against my arm. Her hand landed on my thigh; it was sticky with our mixed fluids.We sat in silence. There were no words to say. How does one even begin to talk about such an intense and erotic experience?Suddenly, a strange tingling sensation began. It felt random at first, until I realized it was coming from the parts of me still coated with cum.Chloe must have felt it too, because she sat up quickly, and her hands instinctively went to cover her sex. She let out a soft gasp, of surprise or pleasure I could not be sure.We both watched, awestruck, as the sticky mess that covered us slowly dissolved, transforming into little points of glowing gold light that drifted up towards the ceiling. (If there was, in fact, a ceiling. We’d never determined how high up the room went.)Gradually, they disappeared.“What, the, hell?" I whispered. Chloe remained silent, her eyes wide, mouth agape.I stood, looking upwards. "Hey!” I shouted towards the unknown. “Hey! You there? What was that? What are you doing to us? Answer me, damn it!”There was not even the echo of my own voice in reply.I sat back down, confused and frustrated. Chloe wrapped her arms around me and we lay together on the platform, our bodies still warm, flushed and sweaty from our exertions. It took only minutes for an exhausted sleep to fall over us.—————————————-I woke to find myself alone. I had a moment of panic until I saw Chloe, still sleeping peacefully, on her own platform.I sat up, feeling as fresh and energetic as before, but there was now another sensation: hunger. How long had we been here? When did I last eat? I couldn’t recall.Chloe woke, and I could not help but admire her lithe, feminine form as she rose with a stretch. She looked slightly confused. “Did, did you move, or did I?”“Dunno,” I shrugged. “Maybe they moved us while we slept.”“We seem to sleep a lot since we’ve been here,” she mused, “but the upside is I feel amazingly refreshed and energized afterwards. I also feel, starving.” Her stomach grumbled as if to emphasize her point.“Yeah, me too,” I chuckled. “Wonder what they got to eat around this joint? Think 'Uber Eats’ delivers here?”Her grin at my joke became a frown when her stomach growled again. “Well I hope they remember us carbon based lifeforms need sustenance once in a while.”As if on cue, the humming noise began, and we were once again enveloped in the pale blue lights. We were lifted to the air as the calming, peaceful sensations of the beams flowed through us.The color then changed to green, and I felt something new: a sense of being nourished, replenished. My hunger pangs immediately subsided.But it was more than just some strange, alien version of intravenous feeding. Because I was also tasting things. I could sense the flavors of various foods flooding my taste buds. Most I recognized, several I did not, but all of them were delicious. My body felt the way it would after a satisfying meal of several courses, but without the discomforts or sense of lethargy one often has after eating too much.With the slightest shift in the frequency of the hum came another new sensation; the feeling of hydration. I tasted the coolest, cleanest water I’d ever had flowing through my mouth and down my throat, the illusion so real I swallowed regularly, despite the fact there was no real liquid.Another frequency shift, another sensation. A tingling similar to the one I’d felt earlier started deep within my bowels, spreading slowly throughout my body. It was odd, but not unpleasant, almost like a burning sensation that didn’t cause pain.As the tingling wave reached every part of me, tiny particles began emanating from my pores, transforming into the same glowing gold points of light we’d seen before, drifting slowly up and away, fading from view.I can’t even begin to describe how alive I felt in that moment.Looking over, Chloe was enveloped in her own luminous gold cloud. Her body glowed like an angel.The lights changed from green to blue as the last of the golden lights flickered away. We were again guided back down on our platforms and released.I sat up immediately, as did Chloe. “Holy shit,” she gasped. “That was amazing!”I stood and addressed the ceiling. “Hey! Whoever you are! Can we talk? What was that?”I didn’t truly expect an answer. But I got one. “Nourishment. Purification.” The Voice responded.“Purification?" I was beginning to grasp what happened, but wanted clarification."Purification.” The Voice repeated. “Impurities must be removed for optimal life form function. Optimal life form function must be reached in order to achieve objective.”“Objective?" I asked, "What exactly is the objective here?”“Optimal compatibility.”“I don't understand!” I yelled at our invisible captor.“Impurities must be removed for optimal life form function,” The Voice repeated. “Removal of impurities will be completed in several stages to compensate for life form fragility. Once optimal life form function has been reached, optimal compatibility will be achievable.”“What happens when optimal compatibility is achieved?” I asked, calmer this time.“Conjoining,” answered The Voice.“What the hell does that mean?” I asked, although I had my suspicions.I received no answer.Chloe was crying. I moved to comfort her. “Hey, it's okay, don’t be afraid, we’ll be alright.”She looked up at me, wiping away her tears. “No, you don’t understand,” she said, her voice still hitching with sobs, “I think, no, I know. They, they cured me.”I was, of course, confused. Once she’d calmed herself, she explained. “I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease at age fifteen. The symptoms have varied in severity over the years, and I’ve actually been in remission for a while now. I haven’t experienced any symptoms since I’ve been here, but somehow, during that, 'purification’, I felt it. I can’t explain how I know, but I know. They cured me. Just purged it from my body somehow. Oh my God,” Her voice trailed off in wonder, her tears beginning anew.I simply sat there, stunned, and held her.Optimal HealthWhile I waited for Chloe to deal with her emotions, my musings turned towards my own body, and how I was feeling since the “Nourishment and Purification” process.My initial thought had been that “purification” simply meant the removal of bodily wastes. It would explain why I’d felt no urges to relieve myself since I’d been here.But if Chloe’s revelation was true, and I had no reason to doubt her, then it was much more than simply cleaning out our waste systems.Looking myself over, I discovered that several small moles I’d had on my chest and shoulders were gone. A scar I’d had on the back of my hand from a bike accident as a kid was no longer there. I looked at my hand in wonder, searching for any trace of it, but saw only smooth, fresh skin.My stomach looked flatter, like I’d lost a few pounds. Although that could be explained by the fact I’d not actually eaten any solid food for, well, however long we’d been there.I was in decent shape for 42, but had developed certain things all middle aged men experience as time and age slowly takes its toll. A bit of a paunch from unhealthy eating; aches and pains in various areas that one learns to simply live with.I felt none of those pains now. My legs, always so tight, now felt loose and flexible. My back had no stiffness; there was no crick in my neck.I wondered about my eyesight. I had been using reading glasses for the past several years, and now I was curious if I’d still need them. I couldn’t be sure without something to focus on, like a book or computer screen, but I felt like I could see better in general.I felt less bloated than usual, like I’d been given an enema or something, my colon completely cleansed of any built up waste.Overall, I felt healthier than I had in at least a decade.Once Chloe had composed herself, we discussed the similar changes we both felt in our bodies. Being younger than I, Chloe was already in better shape generally, but her Crohns did leave her with general discomforts and pains she had just gotten used to dealing with over the years, things she said were now completely gone.“What else can you see or feel that’s different?” I asked her. “Think about it. Do you have any scars or birthmarks missing? Something like that?”Chloe looked at her abdomen. “My appendectomy scar is gone. And I don’t have any birthmarks or moles, except,” she paused, blushing a little, “I have this, mole. On my ass. It’s low down, I can only see it in a mirror. I’ve always felt a little self-conscious about it. I guess, I guess I have to know. Could you, take a look for me?”Without waiting for an answer, Chloe stood and turned, giving me a full view of her beautifully curved bottom.I couldn’t help blushing myself as I leaned in to inspect it, searching for the mole in question. I saw nothing but her creamy, smooth skin, and said so.“Are you sure? It’s kinda low and between, just on the underside of my left butt cheek.” Chloe bent forward and reached around with her hand, spreading herself open.I still could see no mole, but I certainly could now see her plump vulva and delicate pink labia, along with her tight little anus, winking at me as she pulled her ass cheeks open wider. Once again my nose breathed in the special scent wafting from between her legs. It was all I could do to keep myself from leaning in closer to inhale her.Instead, I stammered, “Um, no, no mole. I guess it’s gone.”Chloe sat back down. “So strange,” she mused, “I wonder why they’re fixing us like this? And I wonder what they meant by,” Her voice trailed off with a giggle. “Sorry. Guess I should have expected that with the view I just gave you.”I didn’t understand what she meant at first, until I noticed her looking at the erection I’d gotten without even realizing it.“Sorry, I really was trying to keep my inspection, professional,” I apologized with an embarrassed grin.Chloe’s smile was warm and kind. “I know. But you’re a man, you can’t help looking. And I’m okay with the idea of you being aroused by it. It’s, flattering. With all we’ve been through so far, it’s only natural that you’d want sex after having my bare ass in your face.”“Look, Chloe, I’d never presume to,”Chloe cut me off. “I know. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman since we woke up here. Even with the sexual stimulation from the lights, even when we masturbated together, you’ve never tried to touch me inappropriately, or force yourself on me. And I truly appreciate that. Because I know it can’t be easy for you.”“Actually, it’s very easy for me,” I stated firmly, “because I’d never touch a woman who didn’t want to be touched. Period.”Chloe nodded appreciatively. “Thank you.”She gave me a shy, nervous, smile. “Being honest, I’m actually not that horny myself at the moment; still kind of reeling from the idea of having been miraculously healed. But I’d be more than happy to, well, give you a hand. If you want it.”My eyes lit up. “I’d love that, but only if you’re sure,” I answered, desperately hoping that she was indeed sure.Chloe responded by taking my hard cock in her hand. It jumped at her touch. She began pleasuring me with long, slow, gentle strokes.My arm slipped naturally around her as she nuzzled into me, resting her head on my shoulder while she watched her ministrations. I could feel her warm left breast pressing against my chest. My hand hung dangerously close to her right breast, fingers just barely grazing the side.To be continued in part 2.By Djmac1031 for Literotica

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Saad Dara is the CEO and Founder of Mangrove Lithium. Mangrove Lithium develops an innovative approach to Lithium Refining which is using electrochemical processes to reach battery grade from diverse raw sources.  The decarbonization of our World oftentimes resembles a set of Russian Dolls. First, we needed electric cars, so the manufacturers started shifting their internal combustion lines to EV ones. Then, batteries were on the critical path, so the World frantically built Gigafactories. As a result, Lithium became the bottleneck, and over the next decade, we'll try to catch up. But in doing so, we may well bump into the next problem: missing chemicals. Don't roll your eyes too fast: I do know that Soda Ash, for instance, is pretty commonplace and shouldn't be an issue. Except if you are in the middle of the high Andes, and especially on the Argentinan side, where dozens of junior lithium companies are currently cutting their teeth.  If you don't have enough Soda Ash, you can't refine your Lithium Chloride to Carbonate, and why is that a problem, well, that means you have to truck large volumes of concentrated brines away, and reach a place where chemicals are available. Not a big deal? Well, except if you compound in the absence of paved roads around most of the Salars that will enter into production in the next years, or simply the fact that bringing a truck up to an altitude of over 4'000 meters is not that easy.  While I was up in Olaroz, Cachi, and Jama, I crossed two different trucks in two different places that had rolled over onto the side of the road. So again, I'd say, not a piece of cake. But if evaporation ponds are so efficient in the high Andes, it's, of course, thanks to widely available solar energy. Something energy companies start to leverage by installing solar farms. So what if it were possible to use that electrical energy right where it's produced, to refine the concentrated brines that evaporation ponds output into battery-grade carbonate or hydroxide?  Well, some companies have started to explore that electrochemical road, and you would have guessed, that's where Mangrove Lithium is focusing.  Their technology was born as a water treatment and desalination play, yet the ideal product-market fit seems to rather be in the lithium industry - once again, a proof of the high porosity between those two worlds.  Let me avoid spoiling you all of my conversation with Saad Dara, but what I can already tell you is that we had good fun recording, I hope you'll enjoy it as well, if you do, please remember to take that episode and share it with a friend, a colleague, your boss or your team, wherever you're listening or watching that, make sure to like and subscribe, and I'll meet you on the other side! ➡️ Check out the entire article on how Mangrove Lithium is the Jewel in Bill Gates' crown on the (don't) Waste Water website!

This episode covers the July 27th House Oversight Committee within the Health Care and Financial Services Subcommittee titled “Hemp in the Modern World: The Yearslong Wait for FDA Action”. The group also discusses new data from analyzing Delta-8-THC products on the market. Our resident GMP and standards expert, David Vaillencourt, moderates this episode. We're also joined by special guest Gillian Schauer, PhD, who testified before the House Oversight Committee. Dr. Schauer is the Executive Director of the Cannabis Regulators Association (CANNRA), a non-partisan association of government agencies that regulate cannabis and hemp across 45 states and US territories. Prior to her leadership at CANNRA, she spent more than a decade working with federal agencies - including the CDC and NIH on cannabis related policy, research, and public health. As usual, HLI co-hosts Jahan Marcu, PhD and Nigam B. Arora, PhD round out the group discussion. If you are a new listener, Dr. Arora advises multistate and multinational cannabis companies as well as psychedelic manufacturers and venture capital firms on translating science into business decisions as the Co-Founder of Marcu & Arora. Dr. Jahan Marcu, the other half of the Marcu & Arora leadership team, has been applying his knowledge on the endocannabinoid system for over 20 years - advising regulatory bodies, providing expert witness services in complex cannabinoid related cases, and has published dozens of articles on cannabinoids and psychedelics. SponsorCloudLIMSGroupDavid Vaillencourt, MSc (moderator)Gillian Schauer, PhDJahan Marcu, PhDNigam B. Arora, PhDGame Segment (5:00)True or False - Cannabis News Headlines Regulatory News (20:40) July 27th House Oversight Committee - “Hemp in the Modern World: The Yearslong Wait for FDA Action”. Congress asks interested parties for information about cannabidiolRapid Fire Science (46:40) Isolation and Characterization of Impurities in Commercially Marketed Δ8-THC ProductsCredits:Cover art by Julia Boot. Podcast audio engineering by Joe Leonardo. Intro music by Buddha by Kontekst. Transition music by K. LOUK. Outro music by Bensounds.More at:howtolaunchanindustry.com

This week Démar and Adriel discuss Arlo Parks' sophomore album ‘My Soft Machine', it's adventurous production and Parks' revamped (and blunted) song writing style. Démar's rating: 8.5Adriel's rating: 8.5The Love List: Blades, Purple Phase, Impurities, Puppy0:00 Intro 4:00 Arlo Parks is Tyrese Haliburton5:30 She doesn't need features6:40 Romil from BROCKHAMPTON8:35 Weightless with Paul Epworth10:00 Sounds like Carly Rae Jepsen14:30 Emotion in her vocals17:30 Blades is Demar's favourite23:10 Arlo Parks signature production23:25 Why is Phoebe Bridgers on the album?26:20 Heaviest song of her career30:57 Simple songwriting42:41 No skips?Follow us:YOUTUBE:https://www.youtube.com/@AlbumModeTikTok:Album Mode: https://www.tiktok.com/@albummodepod Adriel: https://www.tiktok.com/@adrielsmileydotcom Démar: https://www.tiktok.com/@godkingdemi Instagram:Album Mode: https://www.instagram.com/albummodepod/ Adriel: https://www.instagram.com/adrielsmileydotcom/ Démar: https://www.instagram.com/demarjgrant/ Twitter:Album Mode: https://twitter.com/AlbumModepod Adriel: https://twitter.com/AdrielSmiley_ Démar: https://twitter.com/DemarJGrantArlo Parks – My Soft Machine / 2023 / indie, r&b, rock, alternative

Nach dem Erfolg ihres Debütalbums, veröffentlicht die britische Songwriterin Arlo Parks jetzt ihr zweites Album. Auf „My Soft Machine“ singt sie über ihre erste große Liebe. Trotzdem ist das Album mehr als eine Platte übers Verliebtsein. Wie sie klingt, hört ihr im Popfilter. Hier entlang geht's zu den Links unserer Werbepartner: https://detektor.fm/werbepartner/popfilter >> Artikel zum Nachlesen: https://detektor.fm/musik/popfilter-arlo-parks-impurities

Nach dem Erfolg ihres Debütalbums, veröffentlicht die britische Songwriterin Arlo Parks jetzt ihr zweites Album. Auf „My Soft Machine“ singt sie über ihre erste große Liebe. Trotzdem ist das Album mehr als eine Platte übers Verliebtsein. Wie sie klingt, hört ihr im Popfilter. Hier entlang geht's zu den Links unserer Werbepartner: https://detektor.fm/werbepartner/popfilter >> Artikel zum Nachlesen: https://detektor.fm/musik/popfilter-arlo-parks-impurities

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until the impurities are removed from sliver and gold when they are melted down they donot become valuable they are worthless until the work of purification is dont .unless Yahweh removes from us evil thoughts and actions called sin we are not able to live a clean life Malachi 3verse 3 tells us that the refiners fire was coming to do that job and now he is here so we have no reason to carry on in sin when jesus will help us to change when David was convinced of is sin he wrote psalms51 and now the holy spirit is able to lead us into prayer asking God to create in us a clean heart and let all our impurities come to the top so you can remove them in jesus name amen.thank you for listening to our Podcast we pray for all those who have lost their loves one in whatever way it may have been in jesus name amen

Study Guide Nazir 56 Today's daf is sponsored by Ruth Leah Kahan with gratitude to HKB"H for her recovery and return to health one year after being caught in a chlorine gas leak. "Thanks to my family and friends around the world for their unstinting encouragement and support." Two further questions are raised against Rav Chisda’s understanding of our Mishna from tannaitic sources. One relates to a case where one is a nazir and possibly became impure and possibly was a leper but is unsure. The other relates to the source for the law that the days of leprosy are not counted as days of the nazirite's term. There are no resolutions to the difficulties. Rabbi Elazar said in the name of Rabbi Yehoshua that the impurities for which the nazir needs to shave are the same impurities that one is liable by the punishment of karet for entering the Temple. Impurities that the nazir does not need to shave for, are not punishable by karet if one enters the Temple with that state of impurity. Rabbi Meir raises a question on that - why would the latter category of impurity be more lenient than the light impurity of a sheretz, one of the eight creeping creatures who pass on impurity when dead? Why does our Mishna say that Rabbi Elazar quoted this law in the name of Rabbi Yehoshua when in the Tosefta it says that he learned it from Rabbi Yehoshua bar Mamel who heard it from Rabbi Yehoshua? We learn from here that when passing down a halacha in the name of a middle person who heard it from the source, one mentions the source and not the middle person from whom he learned it. Rabbi Akiva questions a law learned previously in the chapter - that a quarter-log of blood does not make a nazir shave. The question is a logical one: if a bone the size of a barley grain causes a nazir to shave, even though it only passes on impurity by touching or carrying, wouldn't a quarter-log of blood pass that passes on impurity also in a tent, also be a cause for the nazir to shave if he touches or carries it? Rabbi Yehoshua answered that while Rabbi Akiva's logic may be sound, the tradition passed down is not that way.

Study Guide Nazir 56 Today's daf is sponsored by Ruth Leah Kahan with gratitude to HKB"H for her recovery and return to health one year after being caught in a chlorine gas leak. "Thanks to my family and friends around the world for their unstinting encouragement and support." Two further questions are raised against Rav Chisda’s understanding of our Mishna from tannaitic sources. One relates to a case where one is a nazir and possibly became impure and possibly was a leper but is unsure. The other relates to the source for the law that the days of leprosy are not counted as days of the nazirite's term. There are no resolutions to the difficulties. Rabbi Elazar said in the name of Rabbi Yehoshua that the impurities for which the nazir needs to shave are the same impurities that one is liable by the punishment of karet for entering the Temple. Impurities that the nazir does not need to shave for, are not punishable by karet if one enters the Temple with that state of impurity. Rabbi Meir raises a question on that - why would the latter category of impurity be more lenient than the light impurity of a sheretz, one of the eight creeping creatures who pass on impurity when dead? Why does our Mishna say that Rabbi Elazar quoted this law in the name of Rabbi Yehoshua when in the Tosefta it says that he learned it from Rabbi Yehoshua bar Mamel who heard it from Rabbi Yehoshua? We learn from here that when passing down a halacha in the name of a middle person who heard it from the source, one mentions the source and not the middle person from whom he learned it. Rabbi Akiva questions a law learned previously in the chapter - that a quarter-log of blood does not make a nazir shave. The question is a logical one: if a bone the size of a barley grain causes a nazir to shave, even though it only passes on impurity by touching or carrying, wouldn't a quarter-log of blood pass that passes on impurity also in a tent, also be a cause for the nazir to shave if he touches or carries it? Rabbi Yehoshua answered that while Rabbi Akiva's logic may be sound, the tradition passed down is not that way.

This is a general reading, the words I speak is allegorical, so take what you need (put your thing down, flip it and reverse it) and leave what you don't. Either way, may this reading aid you along your journey. This is a general card reading that can pertain to anyone and anything (#Aries, #Taurus, #Gemini, #Cancer, #Leo, #Virgo, #Libra, #Scorpio, #Sagittarius, #Capricorn, #Aquarius, #Pisces) **If you'd like to support me and the growth of my podcast become a monthly supporter, donate to (Cashapp: $MedusaAsudem9), or simply tune in to my episodes. Any and all support is greatly appreciated. I'm currently taking personal readings as well as questions for the podcast!! so be sure to email me at zalimanoree@gmail.com *Prefer questions of inner/personal work/development, not external pertaining's please. (I'm not in the business of telling you any lottery numbers, when Tyrone or Jane is coming back, nor if you're cleared of any health related issues.)** Welcome! I am, Medusa_Asudem. I channel general tarot card readings for those that may need guidance along their journey from my higher self for your higher selves. My intent is to bring forth messages that are for the purpose of directing and inspiring people to want to embark on their own personal inner work in order to detach and release from things that are of no use for our highest selves. (Through shadow work, inner work, soul searching, cleansing and healing of past and present experiences) Although I may deliver these messages, it is you that have the power of choice and you are the creator of your own reality/fate/journey. Disclaimer: These messages may not always resonate with you, that's fine. My advice would be to learn tarot yourself for you know you better than myself or anyone else. Lastly, this is for person's 18 and over. This reading is also for your entertainment only. Peace #TAROT #TAROTREADING #TAROTCARDREADING #TAROTREADER #READINGTAROT #TAROTCOMMUNITY #PODCAST #PODCASTING #PODCASTER #SUN #MOON #MERCURY #VENUS #MARS #JUPITER #SATURN #URANUS #NEPTUNE #PLUTO #INTUITIVE #SPIRITUALITY #MEDUSA #OCCULT #OCCULTSCIENCE #ASTROLOGY #ASTROLOGYREADING #FREETAROTREADING --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/medusa-asudem/message

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La Habitación Roja cierra etapa con 'Vuelve a Empezar Sin Mí' para empezar a pensar en nuevas canciones y, de paso, venir a La Radio Encendida de Radio 3, que se celebra el próximo 19 de marzo. Escuchamos nueva canción de Boygeniuis, es decir, Phoebe Bridgers, Julien Baker y Lucy Dacus, a Tove Lo con 'Borderline', escrita junto a Dua Lipa, y a Maren con una llamada de atención contra el cambio climático, 'Amaiera (Lo Que Te Espera)'. MI CAPITÁN – En Mi Cabeza FONTAINES D.C – Cello Song RON GALLO - Foreground Music MAREN - Amaiera (Lo Que Te Espera) LA CASA AZUL – Prometo No Olvidar LA HABITACIÓN ROJA – Vuelve a Empezar Sin Mí VENTURI – Vino El Amor BOYGENIUS – Not Strong Enough TOVE LO – Borderline VARRY BRAVA – La Ruta Del Amor RUFUS T FIREFLY ft RAFA VAL – Polvere Di Diamanti VIVA SUECIA – El Bien THE NIFTYS - Solo Quiero Pasármelo Bien EL DIABLO DE SHANGHAI - Boviscopofobia ARLO PARKS – Impurities ANTIFAN - Chico No Es Un Buen Negocio Escuchar audio

Mi Capitán adelantan, en este podcast, ‘En Mi Cabeza’, una de las canciones de su próximo disco, ‘Como Ladrones Sorprendidos’, un remanso de paz que muestra la paleta de colores y texturas del tercer trabajo de la banda de Gonçal Planas. Escuchando también ‘Impurities’, nueva maravilla de Arlo Parks, lo nuevo de Guadalupe Plata y a El Diablo de Shanghai. LA CASA AZUL – Prometo No Olvidar THE WEEKND ft. DAFT PUNK - I Feel It Coming DELAPORTE – Las Tontas SHEGO – Sorry Ojitos FONTAINES D.C. – Cello Song GUADALUPE PLATA- En Mi Tumba COLECTIVO DA SILVA ft. LA PLAZUELA - Déjame un rato INNMIR ft. VALVERDINA - Quien me quiere (no me quiere contigo) KARAVANA – Tití Me Preguntó MI CAPITÁN – En Mi Cabeza NIÑOS MUTANTES – El Refugio ALGIERS - Cold World ALABAMA SHAKES- Hold On ARLO PARKS – Impurities VARRY BRAVA – Bambú EL DIABLO DE SHANGHAI - Boviscopofobia Escuchar audio

“Child protection systems are a set of usually government-run services designed to protect children and young people who are underage and to encourage family stability. UNICEF defines[1] a 'child protection system' as: the set of laws, policies, regulations and services needed across all social sectors – especially social welfare, education, health, security and justice – to support prevention and response to protection-related risks. These systems are part of social protection, and extend beyond it. At the level of prevention, their aim includes supporting and strengthening families to reduce social exclusion, and to lower the risk of separation, violence and exploitation. Responsibilities are often spread across government agencies, with services delivered by local authorities, non-State providers, and community groups, making coordination between sectors and levels, including routine referral systems etc.., a necessary component of effective child protection systems. — United Nations Economic and Social Council (2008), UNICEF Child Protection Strategy, E/ICEF/2008/5/Rev.1, par. 12-13.” I endured the Sin City meth labs and the Sin City weed spots of the organized crime aspect of my boyhood. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/antonio-myers4/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/antonio-myers4/support

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The path of knowledge portal https://gyanmarg.guru 00:00:00 Can the mind stop? 00:03:19 Why do some desires repeat continuously? Is it ok if it creates karmic bonds? 00:06:03 Can the desires be completely burned? 00:07:23 What causes cessation of activities? 00:08:39 What is the relation between levels of teachings and layers? Why are there so many paths? Why was caste system made? 00:13:00 Is deep sleep ignorance or pure state of being? 00:14:02 Do metal rings help in practice? 00:14:00 Is consciousness subjective or universal? 00:15:57 Are negative emotions because of impurities? How to cure them? 00:17:48 Is it possible to lose the knowledge in old age? 00:23:23 Why are some people more ambitious? 00:24:16 Will there be an acceptable theory of consciousness someday? 00:28:50 Are experience and experiencer interdependent?

Yoga Sutra 4.29 & 4.30 The greatest harmony: Selfless service without impurities Absorbed in serving the changing flow of life This highest kind of integration is known as the integrated cloud of virtue or the integrated cloud of characteristics (dharma megha samadhi). The mind is completely open and so is the heart. There is no accumulation of new impressions related to an individual sense of identity. https://simple-yoga.org This is an excerpt from the book Unravel the Thread available at:  Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/1737648202/ Alibris https://www.alibris.com/Unravel-the-Thread-Applying-the-ancient-wisdom-of-yoga-to-live-a-happy-life-Rub-n-V%C3%9Fsquez/book/50532904 Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/unravel-the-thread-rub-n-v-squez/1139928755 Indiebound https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781737648208 Thriftbooks https://www.thriftbooks.com/w/unravel-the-thread-applying-the-ancient-wisdom-of-yoga-to-live-a-happy-life_rubn-vsquez/29003752/   #yoga #simpleyoga #yogasimple #unravelthethread #yogasutra #patanjali #patanjaliyogasutra #presence

The path of knowledge portal https://gyanmarg.guru/ 00:00:00 What is the purpose of awareness practice? 00:05:10 Will the strange feelings go away, while practising? 00:07:05 What are impurities? What is the importance of intention here? 00:12:32 Is justice only a concept? 00:17:35 What are the three stages of letting go? 00:19:38 How is less more? 00:26:40 Is the company of spiritual people beneficial? 00:33:50 Is comparison harmful? 00:35:32 What is the root cause of suffering? 00:40:48 Is dissatisfaction with life an illusion created by the mind? 00:44:04 How to utilize your intensity for progress? How to speed up the process? 00:53:52 Is this body a trap?

We all face situations that are uncomfortable. We're not getting our way. Dealing with a person who's hard to get along with. Late for an appointment & caught in traffic. As much as we don't like it, Krishna allows uncomfortable situations. Why? When we are put under pressure, it shows what we are made of. The post Burning Off Impurities appeared first on Radha Krishna Temple in Utah.

In this month's practice offering, Bhante Sanathavihari shares a chanting practice central to the novice monastic training in the Sri Lanka tradition. The Pali and English text is available here for those who want to follow along with the chant.The Caturārakkhā, or Four-Fold Protective Contemplations, consists of:(1) Buddhānussati Recollection on the Buddha(2) Mettā Loving-Kindness Meditation(3) Asubha Meditation on Impurities of the Body(4) Maraṇsati Mindfulness of deathThe contemplations in the third and fourth parts of the practice are challenging, in language, import, and emotional impact. In particular, the third contemplation is consistently a topic of vigorous discussion among practitioners (see, for example, this contemporary discussion thread). Considering what does and does not resonate for us, and how we can find ways to relate to the essence of the teaching, despite what jars, can be very helpful. For example, we may consider the meditation on the impurities of the body from the perspective of how it might help overcome misconceptions about the body, in order to connect with our embodied experience in ways that are meaningful, wholesome, and wise. We might also consider how much the cultural context impacts our practice, and in what ways contemporary understanding advances or detracts from the essence of the practice.LOS ANGELES SANATHAVIHARI BHIKKU is a Mexican-American Theravāda monk at the Sarathchandra Buddhist Center in North Hollywood, a Sri Lankan center. He is a student of the late Dr.  Bhante Punnaji, and the director of Casa De Bhavana – an outreach project to bring the Dhamma to the Spanish-speaking world. He is also the co-author of Buddhism in Ten Steps. Bhante is a U.S. Air Force veteran, has a B.A. in Religion, and is a Mindfulness researcher at Mount St. Mary University, Los Angeles, and a Graduate Student in Counseling Psychology at Mount St. Mary University. Visit Bhante Sanathavihari on the web and social media:www.casadebhavana.com https://www.facebook.com/sanathaviharibhikkhu  https://www.instagram.com/casadebhavana/Or on YouTube:Youtube channel (English)Youtube channel (Spanish)And check out Bhante's Spanish-language introduction to Buddhism:Buddhismo en 10 Pasos: Una introducción práctica y sencilla al buddhismo para principiantes (Spanish Edition)

This episode discusses the new heart promised in Ezekiel 36.25-27. We cover the following topics:What is the historical context surrounding the writing of Ezekiel?Why does God choose the terms "heart of stone" and "heart of flesh"?How do we know the heart of Ezekiel 36 is referencing the immaterial person?What other ways do we see regeneration pop up in the New Testament?What are the implications of our hearts being completely cleaned of idols?God says his Spirit will cause us to walk in obedience. What will that look like?How do these truths impact the lives of believers?

Book of Purification- Removal of Impurities by Albaseerah

Friday June 10, 2022 Zul Qa'da 10, 1443   This episode, the fourth session of module four, Fiqh of Purification, covers the topic of wiping over footwear during wudu' and discusses the definition of physical impurities (najasa), their types, and the ways they must be removed.   Checkout the webpage for the course: http://mccgp.org/fard-ayn-certificate-course.html   The slides and notes for this class are available at: https://bit.ly/3MGCYtk   Watch this episode on our YouTube channel: https://youtu.be/das2YeVlgWw   Donate to support this and other programming at MCCGP: http://mccgp.org/donate

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