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Einon's Journal Summary: My friends and I finally reunited. I felt compelled to leave something for Rattigan. Kade had a talk with the mayor. Maxine was inspired to hunt for clues. We have an idea of what to do next, but it became evident that our next stint might be fraught with obstacles we had not expected… which is most thrilling, if you ask me. ------ Content Warning: Language ------ You can support The Critshow through our Patreon to get more weekly TTRPG Actual Play content, access to our discord community, and much more! Follow The Critshow on twitter, join our subreddit, and follow us on Instagram.   Get two free MotW mysteries and some Keeper tips from Rev by signing up on our website! Check out what's coming up on our monthly publication calendar.  And don't forget to check out our wonderful sponsors!  This episode of The Critshow featured Megan as Maxine Hollis, Rev as Arkady Atwater, Tass as Einon Kerning, and Jake as the GM This episode was edited and produced by Brandon (Rev) Wentz with music by Jake Pierle. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hey, friends! Welcome back! I'm so glad you're here to join in on another fun episode! Veronica Leigh joins me this week to chat books, life, and everything in between!Veronica's book, The Keeper of Lost Daughters, sparked a conversation about adoption, foster care, and the importance of those who choose to love someone else's child. If you haven't said thank you to someone who has adopted a child lately, please do so. We had such a fun conversation, and I hope you enjoy it! Be sure to check out Veronica's website, veronicaleighauthor.wordpress.com, where you can find her blog and links to her socials. You can also find her book on Amazon here:The Keeper of Lost Daughters: A WWII Historical Fiction NovelThanks for joining Veronica and me this week, and I hope you check out her book! Don't forget to subscribe, and be sure to check back next week for a brand new guest! Until Next Time, Friends!

Keeper Of The Greens segment of The Golfing Greenkeeper Podcast is brought to you by John Deere Golf. When you work where others play, you need a partner you can trust to keep your course in perfect condition. Find your nearest ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠J⁠ohn Deere dealer⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠deere.com.au⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Brian Palmer leads the very small team of just 3 who maintain the 50 hectare site of the most southern 18 hole golf course in Australia - North West Bay Golf Club.Through this fantastic, grounded conversation, Brad imparts some wonderful insight into golf in Tasmania along with telling us his career journey from Kingston Beach Golf Club through Llanherne GC and now to North West Bay GC. Born and bred locally in the Hobart region, Brad bounced through a few industries before searching for the industry that would see him stay to make a career out of. And that was greenkeeping!Join us as Brad takes us on a deep dive into Tasmanian and Hobartian golf, along with a detailed account of the magnificent Poa greens and blended Fescue and cool season grass fairways that adorn North West Bay Golf Club whilst it lies in wait for you to come and visit for a round! You hit 'em clean and we'll keep 'em green!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Golfing Greenkeeper - Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Golfing Greenkeeper - Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Golfing Greenkeeper TV - YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Send me an email to - thegolfinggreenkeeper@gmail.comPeople and places mentioned in this podcast:North West Bay Golf ClubKingston Beach Golf ClubLlanherne Golf ClubRoyal Hobart Golf ClubTasmania Golf ClubArm End Golf CourseBarnbouglePittwater Golf ClubTasmania Sports Turf Managers Association (TSTMA)Bruny Island

Our weekly unofficial in-universe chat where the Master Tavern Keeper, amateur historian in the city of Tobaro, Tilea explains the intricacies of the Old World of Warhammer Fantasy. This week from the Master Tavern Keeper we hear about the Expulsion of the apprentice dwarf sea engineer Okek Steelhammer alongside the mercenary knight Heinrich Lowen, the Truthsayer Sedrik Ó Maoláin from Albion and the neophytes… Also available on YouTube

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FECK. DEADMAU5 powers down mid set. Aw, fuck. Oh, man. Did you forget to plug in the Deadmau5. I forgot to plug in the Deadmau5. Quick, create a diversion. Make it look like part of the show! STAFFERSON opens the charging port on JOEL's neck and plugs him in. He's not going to make it through the full set on charge mode, bro. I know. So what are we supposed to do. We're just going to have to play with him… MAU5 glitches uncontrollably at extremely reduced capacity throughout the remainder of the set. The 32B commences. LATER. DEADMAU5 charges in SLEEP MODE in THE DUNGEON. Do you think anyone noticed? Probably not. SAUFERSON! Did you forget to charge the Deadmau5 again?! THE BOSS enters THE DUNGEON lividly. No… You DID! Sorry. It's not entirely {Enter The Multiverse} Young Joel Zimmerman is eight years old. He will one day become one of the world's most renowned dance music producers. This is somewhat evident in his personality even at such a young age. JOEL grimaces uncomfortably. He seems somewhat different from his classmates— maybe even years beyond his age. About… 250 years beyond his age, to be precise. The adults watch in the distance with peaking curiosity. Oh. I need you to help me with something. What. This should do it. Hmm. Wait here. Why. Because. L E G E N D S Book One: Secrets Chapter One “The Wonder” Cinematic visions had been sweeping through my mind in vivid and dynamic glitches, something like a rolling wave of intercepted streams and shattered scenes— sleeping through the vile and sharp pains was not an option, but the visions were fluid as they always were, and the spirit stayed remarkably warm and close. I couldn't understand the constant knowing of it all, and so I weathered the storm, to which only somewhat delightfully, seemed to brew inside of Genie's eyes as he looked into mine. All I could know from beforehand was that he was praying, head bowed and very adamantly, his hands tied together as if the religiousness of the entire world rests in between his two clenching palms, the flat fingers of a whispered saint, but none at all— unholy man and righteous and indignant he, there was nothing so little as time that could put between us the doing and undoings. The things I pretended not to know. On this grueling occasion, there was this, the honorable and beloved Genie, sitting heavily on my consious. It hadn't been long enough since we'd last met that I ever thought to welcome his arrival, and yet for days, he had been encroaching his authority over me, something like a loon approaches moonlight. Somewhat dignified in a slight comparison to his last appearance, visionary or otherwise, he meant well. Gene DeLaney was a subtle old fool when he wanted to be— and a clever young one at most other and all times. A man of stature and status, however, he was poorly groomed in the nature of procuring revelations as such from an especially distant medium such as I— and even with his ties to the mark and surface of the full embodiment of the source, his alignments were of no use; I was sworn to secrecy. Destitute, though I had heeded his warnings about dear Louis, our fellow brother, with the markings of such wounds to see it that I had been betrayed, he appealed with a simple aching plea with the protective fury and exhalation of an older brother, which— to that he was—but also with the weathered and fearful of the unknown which made me keep my ways in the old world and not with the new. Despite what Gene could know, which could be everything or nothing, with the expectation that much like the little girl I nearly was in considerate comparison, I would appeal to this protectiveness, and truthworthiness, and it might as well have been a test of such myself; would I lie to him, even if he knew the truth? And furthermore, would I continue to conspire to protect Louis even if the whole of the truth was known in the wake of such a betrayal, and still— why? The why was really two parts of a greater whole, the first being that it was a matter of simple trust and loyalty on the one side in that were I Louis, I'd expect my keeping's to remain, and in the same stone's throw were I Genie, I'd expect his wants to be that I should do the same for him in all and any of his many hours of need. Still so, they were men, and they were brothers— and one to have the upper hand over another was a considerable part of the dynamic, however, and in many more ways than one, Genie outranked Louis in every matter of the sort, but besides this factor, the second part of the greater whole of my withholding, was this— Louis Greenworth was a very, very powerful man— beyond by some comprehension to most of us, if not and especially our kind, and I had already been hurt. Severely wounded, even, and with the knowing that this latest event might as well have been fatal— and probably was, with any recollection of the matter or the reorientation in the aftermath of such, I might have been approached as myself by Gene entirely new. As to say, to no avail such ties to death is the immortal, death being, most misunderstood by many, almost any kind of thing taking the concious mind or the spirit into any other world, or space, or time. With this love and care considerably so, Genie might have had his own personal motivations for prying into the light; his kind eyes and his handsome face, however, were trained in the art of my undoing, and having already been undone, and done over, I remained entirely in the safety of withholding, also knowing that Genie more likely than not what Louis had carried out. In all my thousands of years, perhaps even in the billions of such before time and world, and words, and glory, though I should have nothing to fear—I feared and admired the both of them deeply, one moreso than the other in matters of fear. I withheld feverously, coping with the loss of the satisfaction it might give Genie to have told. Instead, neither satisfied nor dissatisfied, he simply dissappeared, his kind eyes gone and turned away into the fog of the murky night haze. The relief was, however, that this was in understanding, and neither anger or the severity of severance. I loved them all too deeply for the bond to ever have been truly broken, and in return I had been loved throughout all time with all the colors of the world. Victoria Shriver-DuPont Gene DeLaney Louis Greenworth Faye Reginald Harper Chapter Two “Slip” Faye had warned me early on no matter what I did or what I knew of Louis and his keepings, to always let him win—at anything. To Louis, everything was a game, or rather, a competition, and it was important not to challenge his self riteousness and dutiful outlook. “Alright.” I almost always certainly trusted Faye, and certainly always at the very least understood her procurements. She was a worthy keeper and just as well unearthed truths, even well beyond just the earthly plane. I took it as such that we had become beyond surface matters, very distinctly and immidiately. The times were changing, but the ties no less the same— there were vows taken and oaths, mantras and fields of trust— the inner ties and the outer forests of what we could reproach as unknown— the truth was, it was almost as if there were doses of those kinds of tonics I could take, and others I could not. The lengths at which Faye Reginald Harper Downings went on behalf of her mark were a cunning sting on my inner knowings, still, I yielded to her bargains. She knew Louis better than I did, and either way, the more you knew about a man like Louis Greenpoint, the less you actually wanted. In such a case, we were all astounded to have become each other's jobs— hence the title, Keeper. My mark had no true title, as I just, rather was. A true immortal, I had been prone to dying for quite some time, and with each passing mark the outer world became more haunting and bizzare. Was I the ghost, or not? In this time and now, it was the others. Genie had warned me to run in the opposite direction of Louis, and by then it had already gone to far— and besides that, Ms. Downings had arrived sheer months ahead of time, seeming to have moved mountains to have come upon the dawn to report— the dawn, being, my awakening. I had lived and lived again and to this alone I was a ghost, but had been tied to my dear keepers and brethren as an admirer— and also, perhaps, to be admired, which was just enough reflected in my dear heart's eyes as it was the cold truth of the seers and the keepers— and the darker the under becomes, the more glistening the surface, and truly, in the caverns of the harsh light of the dawning, I could only amask that it had been not days and night since my last parting, as sometimes, generations— another marker for what was all to come, the knowing that I would be sheathed in truth. What Louis had taken Faye might have very well taken with it, but I was undauntingly and hideously unchanged from my oath. These things, even betrayal, were to remain, as I undone, as secrets. In truth, the Seeker's oath is not yet in the unkept truth, but in the disguise of the awakening it brings. Genie was belonged to by a power couple—Louis in this sense was also belonged to, but in a wary way to that these ties had been severed, and crossed, and cut, and broken; In my arrival, entire times had been shattered and worlds set to move in a backwards fashion, the sun as shining as to rise in the west, and set east, or to raise to the north with no southward bound to travel. There, in the time of my arrival, things had been ruined, and though coming as any does with the bearing of a name, Victoria Shriver-DuPont, to be called— I was nonesuch to any title at all. In this lies the betrayal, and in the dawn of my awakening there beconed the call of this man, dear brother Louis as not either his name or his title any, but of his calling. There, the truth had also been shattered and met with the time to call all of our brothers, as keepers and wishers, seers and seekers, knowers and keepers, to guide the light which calls. Chapter Three: “Gene Hope” As Televamgelests go, Gene DeLaney was not your average showman, either religiously nor by any given standards. His chosen stage name, or rather, bestowed harrowed the scene's Prince of Megatropolis, a gesture that all things reachable could be heard and felt by his voice and might. But more to know about Gene Hope—actually by law, Gene DeLaney were his highly publicized personal effects and efforts—appearances, connections, and politics. Well groomed in the art of culture and confirm, Gene had hoped to portray an otherwise arbitrary anyman, and yet was still in his way, a remarkable celebrity. There were wordless forms of nonconformity and rebellious ambition in his sheer collusion and pace. His walk, the elegance of a loyal court man, and the actual reverence of a madman, made him the go-to guy for all things knowing. The cruelty of it, being, that not particularly tied to that of the believes and mantras of a religious man, and in that the duty of nature being the times that we cross paths. The knowing but not all that is known, and thus, the keeping. I want to fold myself over in half I'm so in music with you I want to say words that make you laugh I'm so in music with you I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know wholesome no more I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know If I should open the door I'm lost to your world; But I don't want to go. I'm stuck in your notebook So wrong for you code But this is no (Recommended) friendship This is no means to an end I want the beginning of never ending But this? I just want it to end I'm as scared and as sorry As bad as I was I'm up in my bedroom, which hasn't a door I'm up in my head, and I haven't a code I wanted to get on the boat But the ocean was gorgeous And all the world kept me afloat You know I got no reason to act out It's tragic how magic just happened to pan out We're still drifting as Pangea, I wanted you to leave Just so that I could be there. You wanted potion for control You got it? I'm stuck in your notebook, So open the door You're right, She's adorable, all for you So goes the snow one and so As you throw the door, or the bone I called it a home for the force that was locking it all away I don't want nothing but wanting and wanting And I don't ant love I just wanted a sub direction This is just glimpses of perfect And glimpses of persons And glimpses of lessons This is just getting in heads, and more headaches And bed frames And glitches Santa Barbara, Ann Arbor— All the days and all the days and all thof ways Were still drifting away like Pangea (Only to do whatever you say) I was your heachache This wasn't monotony If it's all autonomy wel then someday, Maybe you'll make me For now I'm just an artificial Figment of this existence Joel wants a girl But Ive never been loved like a girl (I don't know how to be) And if whoever wants a woman When a man gives me the whole of it And only whatsoever then shall I amount to anything And anything at all, if love Is in the eyes and hands In either daughter or a son I've ‘M nothing at all If not a mother And I'm no mother at all, so Everything becomes impossible as one [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright The Festival Project, Inc. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved

FECK. DEADMAU5 powers down mid set. Aw, fuck. Oh, man. Did you forget to plug in the Deadmau5. I forgot to plug in the Deadmau5. Quick, create a diversion. Make it look like part of the show! STAFFERSON opens the charging port on JOEL's neck and plugs him in. He's not going to make it through the full set on charge mode, bro. I know. So what are we supposed to do. We're just going to have to play with him… MAU5 glitches uncontrollably at extremely reduced capacity throughout the remainder of the set. The 32B commences. LATER. DEADMAU5 charges in SLEEP MODE in THE DUNGEON. Do you think anyone noticed? Probably not. SAUFERSON! Did you forget to charge the Deadmau5 again?! THE BOSS enters THE DUNGEON lividly. No… You DID! Sorry. It's not entirely {Enter The Multiverse} Young Joel Zimmerman is eight years old. He will one day become one of the world's most renowned dance music producers. This is somewhat evident in his personality even at such a young age. JOEL grimaces uncomfortably. He seems somewhat different from his classmates— maybe even years beyond his age. About… 250 years beyond his age, to be precise. The adults watch in the distance with peaking curiosity. Oh. I need you to help me with something. What. This should do it. Hmm. Wait here. Why. Because. L E G E N D S Book One: Secrets Chapter One “The Wonder” Cinematic visions had been sweeping through my mind in vivid and dynamic glitches, something like a rolling wave of intercepted streams and shattered scenes— sleeping through the vile and sharp pains was not an option, but the visions were fluid as they always were, and the spirit stayed remarkably warm and close. I couldn't understand the constant knowing of it all, and so I weathered the storm, to which only somewhat delightfully, seemed to brew inside of Genie's eyes as he looked into mine. All I could know from beforehand was that he was praying, head bowed and very adamantly, his hands tied together as if the religiousness of the entire world rests in between his two clenching palms, the flat fingers of a whispered saint, but none at all— unholy man and righteous and indignant he, there was nothing so little as time that could put between us the doing and undoings. The things I pretended not to know. On this grueling occasion, there was this, the honorable and beloved Genie, sitting heavily on my consious. It hadn't been long enough since we'd last met that I ever thought to welcome his arrival, and yet for days, he had been encroaching his authority over me, something like a loon approaches moonlight. Somewhat dignified in a slight comparison to his last appearance, visionary or otherwise, he meant well. Gene DeLaney was a subtle old fool when he wanted to be— and a clever young one at most other and all times. A man of stature and status, however, he was poorly groomed in the nature of procuring revelations as such from an especially distant medium such as I— and even with his ties to the mark and surface of the full embodiment of the source, his alignments were of no use; I was sworn to secrecy. Destitute, though I had heeded his warnings about dear Louis, our fellow brother, with the markings of such wounds to see it that I had been betrayed, he appealed with a simple aching plea with the protective fury and exhalation of an older brother, which— to that he was—but also with the weathered and fearful of the unknown which made me keep my ways in the old world and not with the new. Despite what Gene could know, which could be everything or nothing, with the expectation that much like the little girl I nearly was in considerate comparison, I would appeal to this protectiveness, and truthworthiness, and it might as well have been a test of such myself; would I lie to him, even if he knew the truth? And furthermore, would I continue to conspire to protect Louis even if the whole of the truth was known in the wake of such a betrayal, and still— why? The why was really two parts of a greater whole, the first being that it was a matter of simple trust and loyalty on the one side in that were I Louis, I'd expect my keeping's to remain, and in the same stone's throw were I Genie, I'd expect his wants to be that I should do the same for him in all and any of his many hours of need. Still so, they were men, and they were brothers— and one to have the upper hand over another was a considerable part of the dynamic, however, and in many more ways than one, Genie outranked Louis in every matter of the sort, but besides this factor, the second part of the greater whole of my withholding, was this— Louis Greenworth was a very, very powerful man— beyond by some comprehension to most of us, if not and especially our kind, and I had already been hurt. Severely wounded, even, and with the knowing that this latest event might as well have been fatal— and probably was, with any recollection of the matter or the reorientation in the aftermath of such, I might have been approached as myself by Gene entirely new. As to say, to no avail such ties to death is the immortal, death being, most misunderstood by many, almost any kind of thing taking the concious mind or the spirit into any other world, or space, or time. With this love and care considerably so, Genie might have had his own personal motivations for prying into the light; his kind eyes and his handsome face, however, were trained in the art of my undoing, and having already been undone, and done over, I remained entirely in the safety of withholding, also knowing that Genie more likely than not what Louis had carried out. In all my thousands of years, perhaps even in the billions of such before time and world, and words, and glory, though I should have nothing to fear—I feared and admired the both of them deeply, one moreso than the other in matters of fear. I withheld feverously, coping with the loss of the satisfaction it might give Genie to have told. Instead, neither satisfied nor dissatisfied, he simply dissappeared, his kind eyes gone and turned away into the fog of the murky night haze. The relief was, however, that this was in understanding, and neither anger or the severity of severance. I loved them all too deeply for the bond to ever have been truly broken, and in return I had been loved throughout all time with all the colors of the world. Victoria Shriver-DuPont Gene DeLaney Louis Greenworth Faye Reginald Harper Chapter Two “Slip” Faye had warned me early on no matter what I did or what I knew of Louis and his keepings, to always let him win—at anything. To Louis, everything was a game, or rather, a competition, and it was important not to challenge his self riteousness and dutiful outlook. “Alright.” I almost always certainly trusted Faye, and certainly always at the very least understood her procurements. She was a worthy keeper and just as well unearthed truths, even well beyond just the earthly plane. I took it as such that we had become beyond surface matters, very distinctly and immidiately. The times were changing, but the ties no less the same— there were vows taken and oaths, mantras and fields of trust— the inner ties and the outer forests of what we could reproach as unknown— the truth was, it was almost as if there were doses of those kinds of tonics I could take, and others I could not. The lengths at which Faye Reginald Harper Downings went on behalf of her mark were a cunning sting on my inner knowings, still, I yielded to her bargains. She knew Louis better than I did, and either way, the more you knew about a man like Louis Greenpoint, the less you actually wanted. In such a case, we were all astounded to have become each other's jobs— hence the title, Keeper. My mark had no true title, as I just, rather was. A true immortal, I had been prone to dying for quite some time, and with each passing mark the outer world became more haunting and bizzare. Was I the ghost, or not? In this time and now, it was the others. Genie had warned me to run in the opposite direction of Louis, and by then it had already gone to far— and besides that, Ms. Downings had arrived sheer months ahead of time, seeming to have moved mountains to have come upon the dawn to report— the dawn, being, my awakening. I had lived and lived again and to this alone I was a ghost, but had been tied to my dear keepers and brethren as an admirer— and also, perhaps, to be admired, which was just enough reflected in my dear heart's eyes as it was the cold truth of the seers and the keepers— and the darker the under becomes, the more glistening the surface, and truly, in the caverns of the harsh light of the dawning, I could only amask that it had been not days and night since my last parting, as sometimes, generations— another marker for what was all to come, the knowing that I would be sheathed in truth. What Louis had taken Faye might have very well taken with it, but I was undauntingly and hideously unchanged from my oath. These things, even betrayal, were to remain, as I undone, as secrets. In truth, the Seeker's oath is not yet in the unkept truth, but in the disguise of the awakening it brings. Genie was belonged to by a power couple—Louis in this sense was also belonged to, but in a wary way to that these ties had been severed, and crossed, and cut, and broken; In my arrival, entire times had been shattered and worlds set to move in a backwards fashion, the sun as shining as to rise in the west, and set east, or to raise to the north with no southward bound to travel. There, in the time of my arrival, things had been ruined, and though coming as any does with the bearing of a name, Victoria Shriver-DuPont, to be called— I was nonesuch to any title at all. In this lies the betrayal, and in the dawn of my awakening there beconed the call of this man, dear brother Louis as not either his name or his title any, but of his calling. There, the truth had also been shattered and met with the time to call all of our brothers, as keepers and wishers, seers and seekers, knowers and keepers, to guide the light which calls. Chapter Three: “Gene Hope” As Televamgelests go, Gene DeLaney was not your average showman, either religiously nor by any given standards. His chosen stage name, or rather, bestowed harrowed the scene's Prince of Megatropolis, a gesture that all things reachable could be heard and felt by his voice and might. But more to know about Gene Hope—actually by law, Gene DeLaney were his highly publicized personal effects and efforts—appearances, connections, and politics. Well groomed in the art of culture and confirm, Gene had hoped to portray an otherwise arbitrary anyman, and yet was still in his way, a remarkable celebrity. There were wordless forms of nonconformity and rebellious ambition in his sheer collusion and pace. His walk, the elegance of a loyal court man, and the actual reverence of a madman, made him the go-to guy for all things knowing. The cruelty of it, being, that not particularly tied to that of the believes and mantras of a religious man, and in that the duty of nature being the times that we cross paths. The knowing but not all that is known, and thus, the keeping. I want to fold myself over in half I'm so in music with you I want to say words that make you laugh I'm so in music with you I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know wholesome no more I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know If I should open the door I'm lost to your world; But I don't want to go. I'm stuck in your notebook So wrong for you code But this is no (Recommended) friendship This is no means to an end I want the beginning of never ending But this? I just want it to end I'm as scared and as sorry As bad as I was I'm up in my bedroom, which hasn't a door I'm up in my head, and I haven't a code I wanted to get on the boat But the ocean was gorgeous And all the world kept me afloat You know I got no reason to act out It's tragic how magic just happened to pan out We're still drifting as Pangea, I wanted you to leave Just so that I could be there. You wanted potion for control You got it? I'm stuck in your notebook, So open the door You're right, She's adorable, all for you So goes the snow one and so As you throw the door, or the bone I called it a home for the force that was locking it all away I don't want nothing but wanting and wanting And I don't ant love I just wanted a sub direction This is just glimpses of perfect And glimpses of persons And glimpses of lessons This is just getting in heads, and more headaches And bed frames And glitches Santa Barbara, Ann Arbor— All the days and all the days and all thof ways Were still drifting away like Pangea (Only to do whatever you say) I was your heachache This wasn't monotony If it's all autonomy wel then someday, Maybe you'll make me For now I'm just an artificial Figment of this existence Joel wants a girl But Ive never been loved like a girl (I don't know how to be) And if whoever wants a woman When a man gives me the whole of it And only whatsoever then shall I amount to anything And anything at all, if love Is in the eyes and hands In either daughter or a son I've ‘M nothing at all If not a mother And I'm no mother at all, so Everything becomes impossible as one [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright The Festival Project, Inc. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved

FECK. DEADMAU5 powers down mid set. Aw, fuck. Oh, man. Did you forget to plug in the Deadmau5. I forgot to plug in the Deadmau5. Quick, create a diversion. Make it look like part of the show! STAFFERSON opens the charging port on JOEL's neck and plugs him in. He's not going to make it through the full set on charge mode, bro. I know. So what are we supposed to do. We're just going to have to play with him… MAU5 glitches uncontrollably at extremely reduced capacity throughout the remainder of the set. The 32B commences. LATER. DEADMAU5 charges in SLEEP MODE in THE DUNGEON. Do you think anyone noticed? Probably not. SAUFERSON! Did you forget to charge the Deadmau5 again?! THE BOSS enters THE DUNGEON lividly. No… You DID! Sorry. It's not entirely {Enter The Multiverse} Young Joel Zimmerman is eight years old. He will one day become one of the world's most renowned dance music producers. This is somewhat evident in his personality even at such a young age. JOEL grimaces uncomfortably. He seems somewhat different from his classmates— maybe even years beyond his age. About… 250 years beyond his age, to be precise. The adults watch in the distance with peaking curiosity. Oh. I need you to help me with something. What. This should do it. Hmm. Wait here. Why. Because. L E G E N D S Book One: Secrets Chapter One “The Wonder” Cinematic visions had been sweeping through my mind in vivid and dynamic glitches, something like a rolling wave of intercepted streams and shattered scenes— sleeping through the vile and sharp pains was not an option, but the visions were fluid as they always were, and the spirit stayed remarkably warm and close. I couldn't understand the constant knowing of it all, and so I weathered the storm, to which only somewhat delightfully, seemed to brew inside of Genie's eyes as he looked into mine. All I could know from beforehand was that he was praying, head bowed and very adamantly, his hands tied together as if the religiousness of the entire world rests in between his two clenching palms, the flat fingers of a whispered saint, but none at all— unholy man and righteous and indignant he, there was nothing so little as time that could put between us the doing and undoings. The things I pretended not to know. On this grueling occasion, there was this, the honorable and beloved Genie, sitting heavily on my consious. It hadn't been long enough since we'd last met that I ever thought to welcome his arrival, and yet for days, he had been encroaching his authority over me, something like a loon approaches moonlight. Somewhat dignified in a slight comparison to his last appearance, visionary or otherwise, he meant well. Gene DeLaney was a subtle old fool when he wanted to be— and a clever young one at most other and all times. A man of stature and status, however, he was poorly groomed in the nature of procuring revelations as such from an especially distant medium such as I— and even with his ties to the mark and surface of the full embodiment of the source, his alignments were of no use; I was sworn to secrecy. Destitute, though I had heeded his warnings about dear Louis, our fellow brother, with the markings of such wounds to see it that I had been betrayed, he appealed with a simple aching plea with the protective fury and exhalation of an older brother, which— to that he was—but also with the weathered and fearful of the unknown which made me keep my ways in the old world and not with the new. Despite what Gene could know, which could be everything or nothing, with the expectation that much like the little girl I nearly was in considerate comparison, I would appeal to this protectiveness, and truthworthiness, and it might as well have been a test of such myself; would I lie to him, even if he knew the truth? And furthermore, would I continue to conspire to protect Louis even if the whole of the truth was known in the wake of such a betrayal, and still— why? The why was really two parts of a greater whole, the first being that it was a matter of simple trust and loyalty on the one side in that were I Louis, I'd expect my keeping's to remain, and in the same stone's throw were I Genie, I'd expect his wants to be that I should do the same for him in all and any of his many hours of need. Still so, they were men, and they were brothers— and one to have the upper hand over another was a considerable part of the dynamic, however, and in many more ways than one, Genie outranked Louis in every matter of the sort, but besides this factor, the second part of the greater whole of my withholding, was this— Louis Greenworth was a very, very powerful man— beyond by some comprehension to most of us, if not and especially our kind, and I had already been hurt. Severely wounded, even, and with the knowing that this latest event might as well have been fatal— and probably was, with any recollection of the matter or the reorientation in the aftermath of such, I might have been approached as myself by Gene entirely new. As to say, to no avail such ties to death is the immortal, death being, most misunderstood by many, almost any kind of thing taking the concious mind or the spirit into any other world, or space, or time. With this love and care considerably so, Genie might have had his own personal motivations for prying into the light; his kind eyes and his handsome face, however, were trained in the art of my undoing, and having already been undone, and done over, I remained entirely in the safety of withholding, also knowing that Genie more likely than not what Louis had carried out. In all my thousands of years, perhaps even in the billions of such before time and world, and words, and glory, though I should have nothing to fear—I feared and admired the both of them deeply, one moreso than the other in matters of fear. I withheld feverously, coping with the loss of the satisfaction it might give Genie to have told. Instead, neither satisfied nor dissatisfied, he simply dissappeared, his kind eyes gone and turned away into the fog of the murky night haze. The relief was, however, that this was in understanding, and neither anger or the severity of severance. I loved them all too deeply for the bond to ever have been truly broken, and in return I had been loved throughout all time with all the colors of the world. Victoria Shriver-DuPont Gene DeLaney Louis Greenworth Faye Reginald Harper Chapter Two “Slip” Faye had warned me early on no matter what I did or what I knew of Louis and his keepings, to always let him win—at anything. To Louis, everything was a game, or rather, a competition, and it was important not to challenge his self riteousness and dutiful outlook. “Alright.” I almost always certainly trusted Faye, and certainly always at the very least understood her procurements. She was a worthy keeper and just as well unearthed truths, even well beyond just the earthly plane. I took it as such that we had become beyond surface matters, very distinctly and immidiately. The times were changing, but the ties no less the same— there were vows taken and oaths, mantras and fields of trust— the inner ties and the outer forests of what we could reproach as unknown— the truth was, it was almost as if there were doses of those kinds of tonics I could take, and others I could not. The lengths at which Faye Reginald Harper Downings went on behalf of her mark were a cunning sting on my inner knowings, still, I yielded to her bargains. She knew Louis better than I did, and either way, the more you knew about a man like Louis Greenpoint, the less you actually wanted. In such a case, we were all astounded to have become each other's jobs— hence the title, Keeper. My mark had no true title, as I just, rather was. A true immortal, I had been prone to dying for quite some time, and with each passing mark the outer world became more haunting and bizzare. Was I the ghost, or not? In this time and now, it was the others. Genie had warned me to run in the opposite direction of Louis, and by then it had already gone to far— and besides that, Ms. Downings had arrived sheer months ahead of time, seeming to have moved mountains to have come upon the dawn to report— the dawn, being, my awakening. I had lived and lived again and to this alone I was a ghost, but had been tied to my dear keepers and brethren as an admirer— and also, perhaps, to be admired, which was just enough reflected in my dear heart's eyes as it was the cold truth of the seers and the keepers— and the darker the under becomes, the more glistening the surface, and truly, in the caverns of the harsh light of the dawning, I could only amask that it had been not days and night since my last parting, as sometimes, generations— another marker for what was all to come, the knowing that I would be sheathed in truth. What Louis had taken Faye might have very well taken with it, but I was undauntingly and hideously unchanged from my oath. These things, even betrayal, were to remain, as I undone, as secrets. In truth, the Seeker's oath is not yet in the unkept truth, but in the disguise of the awakening it brings. Genie was belonged to by a power couple—Louis in this sense was also belonged to, but in a wary way to that these ties had been severed, and crossed, and cut, and broken; In my arrival, entire times had been shattered and worlds set to move in a backwards fashion, the sun as shining as to rise in the west, and set east, or to raise to the north with no southward bound to travel. There, in the time of my arrival, things had been ruined, and though coming as any does with the bearing of a name, Victoria Shriver-DuPont, to be called— I was nonesuch to any title at all. In this lies the betrayal, and in the dawn of my awakening there beconed the call of this man, dear brother Louis as not either his name or his title any, but of his calling. There, the truth had also been shattered and met with the time to call all of our brothers, as keepers and wishers, seers and seekers, knowers and keepers, to guide the light which calls. Chapter Three: “Gene Hope” As Televamgelests go, Gene DeLaney was not your average showman, either religiously nor by any given standards. His chosen stage name, or rather, bestowed harrowed the scene's Prince of Megatropolis, a gesture that all things reachable could be heard and felt by his voice and might. But more to know about Gene Hope—actually by law, Gene DeLaney were his highly publicized personal effects and efforts—appearances, connections, and politics. Well groomed in the art of culture and confirm, Gene had hoped to portray an otherwise arbitrary anyman, and yet was still in his way, a remarkable celebrity. There were wordless forms of nonconformity and rebellious ambition in his sheer collusion and pace. His walk, the elegance of a loyal court man, and the actual reverence of a madman, made him the go-to guy for all things knowing. The cruelty of it, being, that not particularly tied to that of the believes and mantras of a religious man, and in that the duty of nature being the times that we cross paths. The knowing but not all that is known, and thus, the keeping. I want to fold myself over in half I'm so in music with you I want to say words that make you laugh I'm so in music with you I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know wholesome no more I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know If I should open the door I'm lost to your world; But I don't want to go. I'm stuck in your notebook So wrong for you code But this is no (Recommended) friendship This is no means to an end I want the beginning of never ending But this? I just want it to end I'm as scared and as sorry As bad as I was I'm up in my bedroom, which hasn't a door I'm up in my head, and I haven't a code I wanted to get on the boat But the ocean was gorgeous And all the world kept me afloat You know I got no reason to act out It's tragic how magic just happened to pan out We're still drifting as Pangea, I wanted you to leave Just so that I could be there. You wanted potion for control You got it? I'm stuck in your notebook, So open the door You're right, She's adorable, all for you So goes the snow one and so As you throw the door, or the bone I called it a home for the force that was locking it all away I don't want nothing but wanting and wanting And I don't ant love I just wanted a sub direction This is just glimpses of perfect And glimpses of persons And glimpses of lessons This is just getting in heads, and more headaches And bed frames And glitches Santa Barbara, Ann Arbor— All the days and all the days and all thof ways Were still drifting away like Pangea (Only to do whatever you say) I was your heachache This wasn't monotony If it's all autonomy wel then someday, Maybe you'll make me For now I'm just an artificial Figment of this existence Joel wants a girl But Ive never been loved like a girl (I don't know how to be) And if whoever wants a woman When a man gives me the whole of it And only whatsoever then shall I amount to anything And anything at all, if love Is in the eyes and hands In either daughter or a son I've ‘M nothing at all If not a mother And I'm no mother at all, so Everything becomes impossible as one [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. 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HELLO AND WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER EPISODE OF MOMENT OF SILENCE!This week, we're joined by India's most global comic — Vir Das!He opens up about the Emmy Awards after-party, getting Delhi Belly (the OG version), and finding legal loopholes just to keep telling jokes. There's a wild Rishi Kapoor handshake, some classic Bollywood gossip, and yes — that infamous Juhu Beach story finally gets told.We talk about the fear of censorship in Indian comedy, why audiences clap weird sometimes, and how Vir met his wife in the most unexpected way.Follow MoS on Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/momentofsilencepod?igsh=bmYwMTRqNmVuZjFnCredits:Naina Bhan - Co-host and certified overthinkerhttps://www.instagram.com/nainabee?igsh=MXNqbmVha2t1ZzFoOQ==Sakshi Shivdasani - Co-host, balancing out Naina's overthinking with a healthy dose of not thinkinghttps://www.instagram.com/sakshishivdasani?igsh=MWExamVoMXV4MDNsNQ==Produced by Handmade - Our personal cheering squad https://www.instagram.com/thehandmadeproductions/?hl=enCreative direction by Tinkre, Keeper of MoS' signature “Pookie” energy Natascha Mehrahttps://www.instagram.com/tinkre.in/ https://www.instagram.com/natascha.zip/ Creative Producer - Rhea Jacob - An Idea bank & Chaos Coordinatorhttps://www.instagram.com/nuclear_rheaction/ Reels edited by Riyan Dalvi - Our meme maestro and unofficial expert on the male psychehttps://www.instagram.com/desiryangaming/ Researched by our very own curiosity engineer - Aashna Sharma https://www.instagram.com/aashna.xyz_?igsh=bWk1NGcwZG03cjZu(00:00) Introduction(01:36) Vir and Adele both(02:40) Naina at Vir's show(05:02) Mumbai audiences are wild(05:41) Truth in darkness(06:30) losers are funny(09:33) Imran Khan fans(12:58) Why MOS(13:28) Emmy Awards after party with Jim Sarbh(15:54) Juhu Beach Sand at customs(18:55) Rishi Kapoor shook my hand(23:35) Bollywood gossip(25:48) Genz audiences are a readjustment(27:47) Get a great lawyer(32:46) Reconnecting with my wife(38:38) Delhi vs Mumbai friendship(44:44) Ratings absurd FIRs(48:01) Vir's designer phase

Atlanta doctors save an unborn child, President Trump proposes investment accounts for newborns, and Arsenio Orteza reviews a new bluegrass album from My Brother's Keeper. Plus, an unusual time capsule, Cal Thomas on politics in the pulpit, and the Thursday morning news Support The World and Everything in It today at wng.org/donateAdditional support comes from Cedarville University, a Christ-centered, academically rigorous university located in southwest Ohio,equipping students for Gospel impact across every career and calling. Cedarville integrates a biblical worldview into every course in the more than 175 undergraduate and graduate programs students choose from. New online undergraduate degrees through Cedarville Online offer flexible and affordable education grounded in a strong Christian community that fosters both faith and learning. Learn more at cedarville.edu, and explore online programs at cedarville.edu/onlineFrom Nicea Conference 2025, a historic gathering of church leaders from every inhabited continent. More at niceaconference.comAnd from WatersEdge Kingdom Investments — personal investments that build churches. 5.05% APY on a three-month term. WatersEdge.com/investWatersEdge Kingdom Investments - WatersEdge securities are subject to certain risk factors as described in our Offering Circular and are not FDIC or SIPC insured. This is not an offer to sell or solicit securities. WatersEdge offers and sells securities only where authorized; this offering is made solely by our Offering Circular.

In this new episode of Cincinnati Zoo Tales, Kris the cheetah's keeper, Andie, shares an exciting update on how the beloved cat is doing in her recovery. From her playful personality to recent health milestones, Kris continues to thrive—and steal hearts—at the Cincinnati Zoo. Tune in to hear behind-the-scenes stories, keeper insights, and why Kris remains one of the Zoo's most inspiring animals.

Dr Tom (Attah) casts an eye on Dr Tom (Baker) as events of Traken take a chilling turn. Will Tom and Toby find themselves in rapport? But never mind Tom A, Tom B actually has more rapport wioth Matthew W than history tells us... #doctorwho #doctorwhoreaction #doctorwhocommentary #doctorwhocomedian #tobyhadoke #doctorwhofacts #positivedoctorwho #classicdoctorwho Please support these podcasts on Patreon, where you will get advance releases, exclusive content (including a patron-only podcast - Far Too Much Information), regular AMAs and more. Tiers start from as little as £3 per month: patreon.com/tobyhadoke  Or there is Ko-fi for the occasional donation with no commitments: ko-fi.com/tobyhadoke Follow Toby on Twitter: @tobyhadoke And these podcasts: @HadokePodcasts And his comedy club: @xsmalarkey www.tobyhadoke.com for news, blog, mailing list and more.

Things are reaching the boiling point in the cold waters of Pyramid Lake, Nevada...er, that may not make any sense. But things are definitely happening. Join us to find out what those things are as we play the Monster of the Week RPG! You can find more Ghost Hunt TV goodies at ghosthunttv.com. We're also at gothicpodcast.com and on all sorts of social media.  The Gothic Podcast is an actual-play horror-and-humor audio drama recorded from our cobbled together studios in Portland, OR and around the globe. This episode stars C. Patrick Neagle as the Keeper, Sharon Gollery-LaFournese as Helen Huli, Jesse Baldwin as Danse Sterling, and Erik Halbert as Jimmy Black. We're using rules from the Monster of the Week RPG by Michael Sands.  We would LOVE to hear from you, and we love your fan art. Plus check out our Patreon and join our Discord. Preeeety puhleeeese. Interact with the Gothic Podcast at YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbUoGEQE2xKIhNX7sHyVXBg Instagram: https://instagram.com/thegothicpodcast Facebook: https://facebook.com/thegothicpodcast Tumblr: https://thegothicpodcast.tumblr.com ...and Discord (

If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them wanders away, what will he do? Won't he leave the ninety-nine others on the hills and go out to search for the one that is lost? Matthew 18:12 Charles Martin shares from his book, "The Keeper." They talk about the sacrificial love God has for us and His invitation for us to have it for others.  Originally aired April 1, 2025  Faith Radio podcasts are made possible by your support. Give now: click here 

Einon's Journal Summary: As we worked our way through our trials, both parties encountered a fair amount of heart break. Maxine revealed some broken sections of the Core. Kade attempted a leap of linguistics. I did my best to recover pieces of a broken man's past. Through sweat and tears, we pressed onward. ------ Content Warning: Language ------ You can support The Critshow through our Patreon to get more weekly TTRPG Actual Play content, access to our discord community, and much more! Follow The Critshow on twitter, join our subreddit, and follow us on Instagram.  Get two free MotW mysteries and some Keeper tips from Rev by signing up on our website!  Check out what's coming up on our monthly publication calendar. And don't forget to check out our wonderful sponsors! This episode of The Critshow featured Megan as Maxine Hollis, Rev as Arkady Atwater, Tass as Einon Kerning, and Jake as the GM This episode was edited and produced by Brandon (Rev) Wentz with music by Jake Pierle. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In Episode 77 of The Power Element Podcast, we welcome Jill Anderson, Executive Vice President and Chief Operating Officer of Southern California Edison, to the studio. In this Question & Discussion episode, Raul and Jill dive into conversations on leadership, company culture, and emerging trends in the industry.Thank you, Jill Anderson. @jillenergyThis podcast is powered by: @sturgeon_electric & @myrgroup Check out and support our Promotional Partners: @milwaukeetools @coeyewear @highvoltageindustries3080 @kleintools @buckingham_mfg @workingathlete @jelcosafety totalsafety.comSpecial Thank You @linemanmama @highvoltagecommandoAd Music Provided by: Daniel Sanchez @d.s.s._beatsFollow us on Instagram @californialineworksMay we all continue to guide and support those in need. Please continue the conversation about mental health and well-being within your community. Be your Brother's Keeper. Visit www.lineco.org for assistance through LINECO. Suicide and Crisis and Lifeline Dial 988.

Miskatonic Playhouse presents Friends of Dorothy by Rina Haenze, a Matinée to celebrate Pride!June, 1981: Four LGBTQ+ US military service members gather at the underground queer bar The Emerald Lounge for a night of relaxation and freedom to be themselves. But when police raid the bar and everyone is forced to flee, they find themselves on an adventure that may change their lives forever. --------- Keeper of Arcane Lore: HedgeEnsign Thea Banks: AlandraPvt. Hannah Mills: Fiery AshesAirman Michael Kowalski: JojitsuCorpsman Jan Schmidt Tall HalflingSound and Video Editing: The Tall HalflingMusic and sound by Syrinscape (http://syrinscape.com)---------Find the scenario here: https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/494229?affiliate_id=3500905---------Find us at www.MiskatonicPlayhouse.comSupport us at ko-fi.com/MiskatonicPlayhouse

Content Warning - profanity, blood, mention of suicideThis week, Trevor starts forming a conspiracy theory, Duman details his past, and Katie gives a confession.Stupid Wizards Actual People is:Drew Burton playing as Dr. Evren Duman,Derek Dix playing as Trevor Wolffe,Josh Matney playing as Katie Callahan,and Elizabeth Rein as The Keeper.New episodes are bi-weekly. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Split Rock Lighthouse with Light Keeper Hayes Scriven In this episode, Hayes Scriven joins us for a discussion on the Split Rock Lighthouse on Minnesota's North Shore. One of the most iconic lighthouses on the Great Lakes, Hayes shares the history, experiences, and photographic opportunities at the lighthouse as both the light keeper, and practicing professional photographer. Please don't forget to rate and subscribe!

This episode, we debut a new segment titled, "Miskatonic University Debate Booth." During these segments, the hosts will poll debatable gaming topics from our backers and then argue them! Our personal beliefs don't actually have to align with our defense, but we climb these hills to die upon! Guest Host: Keeper Evan Perlman Patreon Plug & Update We have new and updated Patreon tiers and benefits. If you would like to support the podcast and engage with other backers, please consider backing.  So yes – please back us on Patreon! To back us you can click the button on the sidebar of our website, mu-podcast.com or head over to Patreon directly at www.patreon.com/mup! Thank you to everyone who has updated their levels and is engaging with our new tiers. We're so thankful for all of you. Who we regularly see on… The Discord Plug Our MUP Discord and we are all there! We invite all of our listeners to come and enjoy the community of horror gaming and cute pet pics. Link in the show notes: MU Discord server invite link: https://discord.gg/vNjEv9D  And thank you to our editor Equinox for editing this episode.  Bridgett's Pet Pick Shout Out Shout out to Sia, the gorgeous kitty from friend of the show, James- Big Jim, who is an SPCA rescue and only knows how to love! Thanks for sharing this gorgeous kitty with us, James! Main Topic Welcome everyone to a new segment that we're titling the Miskatonic University Debate Club!  During this segment, we've polled our patreon backers for topics that Evan I will argue to the best of our ability. The goal here is to demonstrate healthy argumentation, to have fun, to stretch our own debate skills, and most importantly to share valid perspectives to opposing topics in our industry!  Evan, are you ready to jump in? Let's go!

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This episode, we debut a new segment titled, "Miskatonic University Debate Booth." During these segments, the hosts will poll debatable gaming topics from our backers and then argue them! Our personal beliefs don't actually have to align with our defense, but we climb these hills to die upon! Guest Host: Keeper Evan Perlman Patreon Plug & Update We have new and updated Patreon tiers and benefits. If you would like to support the podcast and engage with other backers, please consider backing.  So yes – please back us on Patreon! To back us you can click the button on the sidebar of our website, mu-podcast.com or head over to Patreon directly at www.patreon.com/mup! Thank you to everyone who has updated their levels and is engaging with our new tiers. We're so thankful for all of you. Who we regularly see on… The Discord Plug Our MUP Discord and we are all there! We invite all of our listeners to come and enjoy the community of horror gaming and cute pet pics. Link in the show notes: MU Discord server invite link: https://discord.gg/vNjEv9D  And thank you to our editor Equinox for editing this episode.  Bridgett's Pet Pick Shout Out Shout out to Sia, the gorgeous kitty from friend of the show, James- Big Jim, who is an SPCA rescue and only knows how to love! Thanks for sharing this gorgeous kitty with us, James! Main Topic Welcome everyone to a new segment that we're titling the Miskatonic University Debate Club!  During this segment, we've polled our patreon backers for topics that Evan I will argue to the best of our ability. The goal here is to demonstrate healthy argumentation, to have fun, to stretch our own debate skills, and most importantly to share valid perspectives to opposing topics in our industry!  Evan, are you ready to jump in? Let's go!

Abraham: A Man After God's PromisesGenesis 15Bryce Hotchkiss, Lead Minister

The Miskatonic Playhouse presents Act 3 of Lost and Found, by SR SellensA scheduled stop during an overnight railway journey ends up with the investigators fighting for their survival: can they unravel the mystery of the unexpected item in the baggage area?This actual play was recorded live at UK Games Expo 2024---------Keeper of Arcane Lore: StuBeatrice Demoine: Lynne HardyLady Honoria Throckwhistle-Smythe: JaysonSimon Demoine: The Cosmic OutpostDahlia Worthington: PeteJ. Harland Baxter: HedgeFather Borislaw Petrov: T.A. NewmanSound and Video Editing: The Cosmic OutpostMusic and sound by Syrinscape (http://syrinscape.com)---------https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/484721?affiliate_id=3500905---------Find us at www.MiskatonicPlayhouse.comSupport us at ko-fi.com/MiskatonicPlayhouse

Steve and Tananarive are BACK after disappearing into directing their first film! THE KEEPER wrapped last week, and they share their experiences as novelists turned screenwriters turned directors, stories from the set, and how YOU can direct your own film with only an iPhone and a skeleton crew.  LEAVE US A VOICEMAIL at https://www.speakpipe.com/LifewritingPodcast (We might play your message!) Join Tananarive's mailing list at https://tananarivelist.com Join Steve's mailing list at https://stevenbarneslist.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this captivating episode of Mythlok, we delve into the myth of Aeolus, the legendary Keeper of the Winds in Greek mythology. As the master of one of nature's most unpredictable forces, Aeolus held a unique position among gods and mortals alike. Entrusted by Zeus to control the chaotic gusts that stirred seas and skies, Aeolus became both a guardian of calm and a harbinger of storms. His story, most famously told in The Odyssey, shows just how pivotal his role was in guiding — or misguiding — the fate of mortals.Host Nitten Nair takes you through Aeolus's complex family lineage, his symbolic connection to nature, and his reimagining in modern literature, science, and media. From being labeled a “windbag” in James Joyce's Ulysses to lending his name to scientific terms like “Aeolian processes,” Aeolus continues to swirl through our collective consciousness. His children founded dynasties, his winds shaped destinies, and his mythology blurred the line between human wisdom and divine power.Whether as a mortal king, divine figure, or metaphor for humanity's struggle with the elements, Aeolus remains a powerful symbol of control, chaos, and the eternal dance between order and nature. Join us as we uncover the legend, the legacy, and the lingering questions surrounding this ancient master of the winds. This episode will leave you with a fresh perspective on how mythology still influences the world around us — from sand dunes to starlight.

How do you fight a mirror? The investigators must find a way. Show social & schedule - ⁠⁠⁠⁠@RespectTheCrit⁠⁠⁠⁠ Mabel McIntyre - Jamie Lee-Bonés ⁠⁠⁠⁠@jamiemfbones⁠⁠⁠⁠ Aline Lévesque - Xavier Trudeau-Deschênes ⁠⁠⁠⁠@xavierTD⁠⁠⁠⁠ Razz McClay - Zach Clark ⁠⁠⁠⁠twitch.tv/chancemc⁠⁠⁠⁠ Melody Thompson - Karen Huesman ⁠⁠⁠⁠@notsoshyronnie⁠⁠⁠⁠ Yasher Angell - Ian Duncan ⁠⁠⁠⁠@iduncs⁠⁠⁠⁠ Keeper of Arcane Lore - Susan Spenader ⁠⁠⁠⁠@sueslalues⁠⁠⁠⁠   Whatever the system, miss or a hit, you always gotta respect the crit!   Original music provided with license or permissions: Music from ⁠⁠⁠⁠Free Music Archive:⁠⁠⁠⁠ "Tense Horror Background Atmosphere" by Universfield: ⁠https://freemusicarchive.org/music/universfield/dark-music/tense-horror-background-atmosphere/⁠ ⁠License: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/⁠⁠⁠ "Horror Background Atmosphere #6" by Universfield: ⁠https://freemusicarchive.org/music/universfield/dark-music/horror-background-atmosphere-6/⁠ ⁠License: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/⁠⁠⁠ "Grim Atmosphere" by Universfield: https://freemusicarchive.org/music/universfield/dark-music/grim-atmosphere/ ⁠License: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/⁠⁠⁠ "Grim Atmosphere" by Universfield: ⁠https://freemusicarchive.org/music/universfield/dark-music/grim-atmosphere/⁠ ⁠License: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/⁠⁠⁠⁠ "Abyssal Nightmares" by Undress Béton: https://freemusicarchive.org/music/universfield/drowned-souls/abyssal-nightmares/ ⁠License: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/⁠⁠⁠⁠ "Sinister Mystery" by Undress Béton: https://freemusicarchive.org/music/universfield/dark-music/sinister-mystery/ ⁠License: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/⁠⁠⁠⁠ Music from ⁠⁠⁠⁠Artlist⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠Empty Rooms⁠⁠⁠⁠ by Gal Lev Additional music and sound from ⁠⁠⁠⁠Freesound.org⁠⁠⁠⁠ Additional music and sound by ⁠⁠⁠⁠TableTop Audio⁠⁠⁠⁠ Additional music and sound by ⁠⁠⁠⁠Syrinscape⁠⁠⁠⁠ Additional music and sound by Pro Scores from Video Copilot Additional music and sound by Monument Studios Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Download SAILY in your app store and use our code manchester at checkout to get an exclusive 15% off your first purchase. For further details go to https://saily.com/manchester Welcome back to the latest edition of the Manchester is Red Podcast from the Manchester Evening News. Today's episode opens on a sombre note as we pay tribute to Liverpool's Diogo Jota, who tragically passed away this week. Our thoughts are with his family, friends, and everyone at Liverpool FC. Once we reflect, Sean McCormick (Sports Desk Editor) and United reporter Steven Railston dive into the biggest talking points at Manchester United right now: ⏺️ André Onana's future and whether United are risking another season with him in goal ⏺️ The club's transfer priorities: striker, right wing-back, midfield ⏺️ Denzel Dumfries, Amad Diallo, and the right wing-back debate ⏺️ McTominay's Napoli success—was it a mistake to let him go? ⏺️ The latest on key outgoings: Rashford, Sancho, Garnacho, and Anthony ⏺️ Who will be United's main creative players next season? ⏺️ And what fans can expect as pre-season kicks off

In de dagelijkse podcast van FC Afkicken bespreken Lars van Velsum, Bart Obbink en Guus Peters onder meer de reacties uit de voetbalwereld op het overlijden van Diogo Jota, PSV dat met de interesse in Kovar doorschakelt naar nog een voetballende keeper, de situatie rond Luuk de Jong, veel transfers in Nederland en de start van het EK voor de Oranje Leeuwinnen!(0:00) Intro(0:10) Reacties op overlijden Diogo jota(4:25) PSV wil tweede keeper van Leverkusen(17:03) Coach van het Jaar(18:10) Transferblokje met Hlynsson, Haen, Diarra en Williams(30:10) Oranje leeuwinnen beginnen aan EKZie het privacybeleid op https://art19.com/privacy en de privacyverklaring van Californië op https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The Miskatonic Playhouse presents Act 3 of Lost and Found, by SR SellensA scheduled stop during an overnight railway journey ends up with the investigators fighting for their survival: can they unravel the mystery of the unexpected item in the baggage area?This actual play was recorded live at UK Games Expo 2024---------Keeper of Arcane Lore: StuBeatrice Demoine: Lynne HardyLady Honoria Throckwhistle-Smythe: JaysonSimon Demoine: The Cosmic OutpostDahlia Worthington: PeteJ. Harland Baxter: HedgeFather Borislaw Petrov: T.A. NewmanSound and Video Editing: The Cosmic OutpostMusic and sound by Syrinscape (http://syrinscape.com)---------https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/484721?affiliate_id=3500905---------Find us at www.MiskatonicPlayhouse.comSupport us at ko-fi.com/MiskatonicPlayhouse

Fantasy Football show for July 3, 2025. Let's get divisional! AFC North fantasy football preview on today's podcast! Get a full breakdown for the Ravens, Steelers, Bengals, and Browns for 2025 fantasy football drafts. Plus, keeper strategy talk, and how to decide between best player or best value. Manage your redraft, keeper, and dynasty fantasy football teams with the #1 fantasy football podcast.2025 ULTIMATE DRAFT KIT is available now at UltimateDraftKit.com(00:00) Introduction(03:00) Keeper strategy(07:45) Divisional Breakdown: AFC North(09:10) Baltimore Ravens(21:20) Pittsburgh Steelers(32:00) Cincinnati Bengals(43:45) Cleveland BrownsConnect with the show:Subscribe on YouTubeVisit us on the WebSupport the ShowFollow on XFollow on InstagramJoin our Discord

The Stateside Podcast is taking a summer break as producers prepare a new podcast project that's all about Michigan. You can download or stream the new Stateside On Air podcast, which is the full daily show broadcast on Michigan Public. Stay subscribed here for our relaunch at the end of summer. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We hope you enjoy today's Scripture reading and devotional aimed at motivating you to apply God's word while strengthening your heart and nurturing your soul. Today's Bible reading is Jeremiah 33:14–26. To read along with the podcast, grab a print copy of the devotional. ESV Bible narration read by Kristyn Getty. Follow us on social media to stay up to date: Instagram Facebook Twitter

All round good and smart guy Dr Tom Attah casts an adoring eye over The Keeper of Traken in this podcast which goes about its day simply by featuring people being terribly nice about Doctor Who stories. But what is the aspect of this story that Dr Tom will be especially terribly nice about? #doctorwho #doctorwhoreaction #doctorwhocommentary #doctorwhocomedian #tobyhadoke #doctorwhofacts #positivedoctorwho #classicdoctorwho Please support these podcasts on Patreon, where you will get advance releases, exclusive content (including a patron-only podcast - Far Too Much Information), regular AMAs and more. Tiers start from as little as £3 per month: patreon.com/tobyhadoke  Or there is Ko-fi for the occasional donation with no commitments: ko-fi.com/tobyhadoke Follow Toby on Twitter: @tobyhadoke And these podcasts: @HadokePodcasts And his comedy club: @xsmalarkey www.tobyhadoke.com for news, blog, mailing list and more.  

Einon's Journal Summary: Many things came to light as we progressed on our separate journeys. Maxine revealed a hidden entrance. Kade uncovered some secrets of the Forges' maze-like layout. I had the most enchanting conversation with a magical beast. With very different mysteries to solve, we delved deeper towards our goals. ------ Content Warning: Language ------ You can support The Critshow through our Patreon to get more weekly TTRPG Actual Play content, access to our discord community, and much more! Follow The Critshow on twitter, join our subreddit, and follow us on Instagram.  Get two free MotW mysteries and some Keeper tips from Rev by signing up on our website!  Check out what's coming up on our monthly publication calendar. And don't forget to check out our wonderful sponsors! This episode of The Critshow featured Megan as Maxine Hollis, Rev as Arkady Atwater, Tass as Einon Kerning, and Jake as the GM This episode was edited and produced by Brandon (Rev) Wentz with music by Jake Pierle. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week, we're not holding back. First up: zoos — conservation havens or outdated institutions? We dive into the hot debate over whether zoos should still exist, the ethics behind animal captivity, and what it really means to protect wildlife in 2025. Then, we get a little spooky with a segment on reptile keeper nightmares — from escaped snakes to dog-sized salamanders! And to round it all out: are we dry shampoo girls? It's a surprisingly loaded question. We unpack the beauty standards, hygiene shortcuts, and the emotional rollercoaster of pretending we totally did wash our hair today.It's ethical dilemmas, reptile-induced anxiety, and dry shampoo discourse — all in one episode. Let's get into it.Get early access to episodes: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/the-wild-type-podcast/subscribeFollow the podcast: - https://www.instagram.com/thewildtypepodcast/- https://www.tiktok.com/@thewildtypepodcast- Merch: https://the-wild-type-podcast-llc-shop.fourthwall.com/Follow Neptune the Chameleon:- https://www.youtube.com/c/NeptunetheChameleon/- http://instagram.com/neptunethechameleon- https://tiktok.com/@neptunethechameleon- http://facebook.com/neptunethechameleon- https://www.neptunethechameleon.comFollow Lyssa's Lizards:- https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmZaN6Q4yOt1j36J0-Ml6LQ- https://www.instagram.com/lyssaslizards- https://www.tiktok.com/@lyssaslizards- https://m.facebook.com/p/Lyssas-Lizards-100064470381677/- https://www.lyssaslizards.comSponsors:- https://www.pangeareptile.com/wildtype- https://scratchbycmtravels.com/- https://www.redlineshipping.com/- https://coldbloodedcaffeine.com/- https://symtonbsf.com/- https://palmstreet.app/- https://reptilekages.com/

In this inspiring and practical message, Pastor Rob Ketterling shares the unbelievable story of how River Valley bought their City Campus—highlighting God's provision and bold faith. He unpacks what it means to be a Builder, Keeper, or Multiplier in ministry, offering real talk, humor, and leadership wisdom for every stage of church growth. Whether you're just starting out or leading at a high level, this message will challenge and encourage you.River Valley Conference 2025 - City Campus - Minneapolis, MN

Ijeoma returns to call in the favor that Elijah owes her. Her brother, Ikenna, is setting out to go head-to-head with the biggest crime family of southern Louisiana in the occult underground. Can the Technomancy Unit win this fight without going to war?EXECUTIVE PRODUCER:Joseph P. FarleyWRITTEN BY:Josdon ThongDIRECTED BY:Josdon ThongPRODUCED BY:Emily Consaga, Josdon Thong, and Ausdon ThongLEAD SOUND DESIGN BY:Emily ConsagaASSISTANT SOUND EDITORS:Ausdon Thong and Josdon ThongMAIN & ENDING THEME BY:Sergio Torres-LetelierInstagram: @storresmusicPREVIOUSLY ON THEME BY:Ilya IvanovADDITIONAL MUSIC BY:Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)“Fantastic Dim Bar”“Firebrand”“Long Note Two”“Prelude and Action”“Redletter”“Satiate-Strings”“Simplex”“Spider Eyes”“Stay the Course”“The Escalation”“Vibing Over Venus”Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 Licensehttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/CAST: Noah Belachew as Jason Fenix and Alternate Jason FenixErin Nicole Lundquist as Allie Watts and Alternate Allie WattsGriffin Puatu as Elijah Long and Vox Elijah/Vox IramBrian Long as Leonard Seo-JunJoy Ofodu as Ijeoma NjokeJay Foley as Ikenna NjokuZelda Kimble as Layla HemlockCorey Holland as SatanStephanie Tobin as SabrielChelsea Krause as Viola GuidryHannah Schooner as the AswangPaxson Helgesen as Viola's servantWilliam Harmar, Paxson Helgesen, and Hannah Schooner as the huntersAdditional voices were provided by Aubrey Akers, Trenton Butt, GM Hakim, William Harmar, Paxson Hegelsen, Chelsea Krause, Hannah Schooner, and Emma Sherr-ZerakoFIND US (if you dare) ON: Instagram: @technomancyproject Bluesky: @technomancyproject.bsky.socialTwitter: @TechnomancyunitTikTok: @thetechnomancyprojectYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@thetechnomancyproject9329Faustian Nonsense: https://www.faustiannonsense.com/

God always hears and responds to His children's cries for help.

In this powerful and emotional episode of The Mike Litton Experience, we sit down with Keeper Catran-Whitney—a transformational leader, author, and advocate—whose story will leave you deeply inspired. Keeper opens up about the traumatic experiences that shaped his early life, how silence nearly destroyed his family, and how confronting the truth helped him rebuild bridges […]

Few people have seen the CCM world like John Sanders. From boy-band to industry leader, John has a roller coaster story of taking chances and dreaming big.

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This is a reboot of a past episode #639 of the Men in the Arena Podcast. The world needs real men, real bad. And there are all sorts of conflicting ideas and messages about what a "real man" is (and is not). This week, radio host and author Brant Hansen joins Jim Ramos to discuss his book The Men We Need: God's Purpose for the Manly Man, the Avid Indoorsman, or Any Man Willing to Show Up and provide you with a specific, actionable picture of what God created you to be as a man - a "Keeper of the Garden” - and what that means for you today. This episode is sponsored by Kids Outdoor Zone, an outdoor ministry for the men in your church. Watch your men come alive as they pass on their outdoor skills to the fatherless children in your church. Get your Outdoor Ministry Guide, and KOZ's World Famous Meat Rub, at kidsoutdoorzone.com/arena. This episode is sponsored by MTNTOUGH Fitness Lab, a Christian-owned fitness app. Get 6 weeks free with the code ARENA30 at MTNTOUGH.com. Every man needs a locker room. Join a brotherhood of like-minded men in The Locker Room, our bi-monthly live Zoom Q&A call! We meet in the Locker Room twice a month for community, fellowship, laughter, and to help each other find biblical answers to life's difficult questions. Sharing community with these amazing men is one of the most enjoyable things I do. - Jim Ramos https://patreon.com/themeninthearena Get Jim Ramos' USA TODAY Bestselling book, Dialed In: Reaching Your Full Capacity as a Man of God (https://tinyurl.com/dialedinbook)   

Tough keeper calls? We've got you covered. In this episode, we're applying the Draft Sharks Keeper Calculator to help solve difficult keeper decisions we've gathered from actual managers. We're talkin' Brock Bowers, Brian Thomas Jr., Malik Nabers, and more – while considering draft-pick values, upside, and cross-positional values. PLUS, we're talking overall keeper strategies. So even if you're not facing a decision on any of these players, we've got tips to help you make the right call in any situation.0:00 Intro3:43 Brock Bowers vs. Brian Thomas Jr.7:12 BTJ vs. Ladd McConkey vs. Kyren Williams10:11 Malik Nabers vs. Jaxon Smith-Njigba14:23 Saquon Barkley vs. Tee Higgins vs. Jonathan Taylor vs. T.J. Hockenson19:09 Nabers vs. Bowers vs. Lamar Jackson21:52 Auction league: Nabers vs. Drake London vs. J.J. McCarthy vs. Drake MayeKeeper CalculatorKeeper Rankings

Jillian Forsberg is a business owner and historical fiction author. She writes about animals from the past in her two books, The Rhino Keeper and forthcoming The Porcelain Menagerie. She lives and works in Wichita, Kansas. Special thanks to Net Galley for an advance copy. Learn more at jillianforsberg.com. Intro reel, Writing Table Podcast 2024 Outro RecordingFollow the Writing Table:On Twitter/X: @writingtablepcEverywhere else: @writingtablepodcastEmail questions or tell us who you'd like us to invite to the Writing Table: writingtablepodcast@gmail.com.

Einon's Journal Summary: Still separated from my companions, I was later brought up to speed on their intriguing journey into the Forges. In my hurry to reunite with them, I was interrupted by an odd little creature. Maxine uncovered an explosive surprise. Kade implemented ‘work smarter, not harder' in a most effective manner. All things considered, the lot of us were bewildered by our encounters. ------ Content Warning: Language ------ You can support The Critshow through our Patreon to get more weekly TTRPG Actual Play content, access to our discord community, and much more! Follow The Critshow on twitter, join our subreddit, and follow us on Instagram.  Get two free MotW mysteries and some Keeper tips from Rev by signing up on our website!  Check out what's coming up on our monthly publication calendar. And don't forget to check out our wonderful sponsors! This episode of The Critshow featured Megan as Maxine Hollis, Rev as Arkady Atwater, Tass as Einon Kerning, and Jake as the GM This episode was edited and produced by Brandon (Rev) Wentz with music by Jake Pierle. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In episode 76 of The Power Element Podcast, Producer Paul is virtually joined by Wayne Chatterton and James Steele. Wayne and James give insight into cable rejuvenation and the future of the grid.Thank you, James Steele and Wayne Chatterton.wayne.chatterton@southwire.comjames.steele@southwire.com@sturgeon_electric & @myrgroup Check out and support our Promotional Partners: @milwaukeetools @coeyewear @highvoltageindustries3080 @kleintools @buckingham_mfg @workingathlete @jelcosafety totalsafety.comSpecial Thank You @linemanmama @highvoltagecommandoAd Music Provided by: Daniel Sanchez @d.s.s._beatsMay we all continue to guide and support those in need. Please continue the conversation about mental health and well-being within your community. Be your Brother's Keeper. Visit www.lineco.org for assistance through LINECO. Suicide and Crisis and Lifeline Dial 988.#podcast #fyp #construction #story #leadership

When God calls someone to himself, he keeps that person until the end. He guards all those who entrust themselves to him.

This month we are featuring a feed drop from Ain't Slayed Nobody one of the amazing shows on the RQ Network. AINT SLAYED NOBODY is a Gold Ennie winning actual play podcast with this first episode being from their first season set in the American Old West. The production blends tabletop roleplaying and audio drama with fast pacing and immersive sound design. The posse begins their quest in grand Old Western tradition: with a hanging. Bullets begin to fly as a shady priest, a rough and tumble miner, a suave former outlaw, and an earnest hobo join vengeful Deputy Sheriff Ellie Bishop on the Canutillo Railroad Bridge. Little does this ragtag posse know of the cosmic horrors that are about to unfold. Introduction and outro by Anusia Battersby. Listen to Ain't Slayed Nobody wherever you find podcasts, on the Rusty Quill website and at www.aintslayednobody.com. Credits: cuppycup as Keeper of Arcane Lore Jay Arnold as Lance Kilkenny Wes Davis as Jeremiah Fensworth Chuck Lawrence as Johnny Rhodes Alex McDaniel as Ellie Bishop Brandon Wainerdi as Father Flint Westwater Production and Creative Writing and Production: cuppycup Game Rules and Setting: Call of Cthulhu 7e, Down Darker Trails by Chaosium, Inc. Theme Song: “Dead Man Walking” by Cody Fry Content warnings: Explicit violence, Execution by hanging, Firearm violence, Blood and Gore, Profanity Transcript: https://www.aintslayednobody.com/s/ASN-E01-An-Occurrence-at-Canutillo-Bridge.txt Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.