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Wer heutzutage eine Wohnung sucht, braucht Geduld, Geld und gute Nerven. Und auch wer eine Wohnung hat, kann nie sicher sein, diese Wohnung auch morgen noch bezahlen zu können. Wohneigentum ist häufig ein Spekulationsobjekt und während immer mehr Menschen händeringend suchen, stehen ganze Häuserzeilen leer, weil sie als Investment dienen. Allerdings: Wer eine Wohnung sucht, sucht oft im doppelten Sinne für sich allein: Allein auf sich gestellt und nur für sich selbst. Wäre es da nicht besser, sich mit anderen zusammen zu tun? Gemeinsam suchen, gemeinsam kaufen und besitzen und gemeinsam wohnen, um mit vereinten Kräften der Wohnkrise zu trotzen und dabei zugleich der eigenen Vereinsamung vorzubeugen. Viele Menschen haben schon damit angefangen, Wohnraum gemeinsam neu zu gestalten. Welche Modelle gibt es da? Und: Könnte gemeinschaftliches Wohnen ein Teil der Lösung sein - für die Wohnkrise unserer Zeit? Zu unserer „Wohngemeinschaft“ gehören diesmal: Fabian Jellonnek vom Gemeinschaftlichen Wohnprojekt Kolle, Birgit Kasper vom Netzwerk Gemeinschaftliches Wohnen Frankfurt, die Architektin Maren Harnack von der Frankfurt University of Applied Sciences und der Stadtforscher Sebastian Schipper von der Frankfurter Goethe-Universität. Podcast-Tipp: SWR Kultur Forum „Milliarden für das Bauministerium - Endet jetzt die Wohnungsnot?“ In Deutschland fehlen tausende Wohnungen, vor allem in den Großstädten leiden Mieter und Kaufwillige unter horrenden Preisen. Seit Jahren sucht die Politik nach Wegen aus der Wohnungskrise. Bisher vergeblich. Die neue Bauministerin will jetzt den „Bauturbo“ zünden und kann dafür mit Milliarden aus dem Sondervermögen rechnen. Löst das die aktuellen Probleme? Oder braucht es neue Ideen, um mehr Wohnraum zu schaffen und steigende Mieten in den Griff zu bekommen? Geli Hensolt diskutiert mit Gereon Asmuth - Redakteur, taz, Berlin; Professor Dr. Steffen Sebastian - Lehrstuhl für Immobilienfinanzierung, IREBS Institut für Immobilienwirtschaft, Universität Regensburg; Dr. Felicitas Sommer - Technische Universität München, Lehrstuhl für Bodenordnung und Landentwicklung https://www.ardaudiothek.de/episode/urn:ard:episode:a2b486e5c10a0eda/ Weitere Infos zum Thema finden Sie hier: https://wohnprojekte-hessen.de/sommer25/ https://www.gemeinschaftliches-wohnen.de/infoboerse/

W 80 proc. pokryta jest lądolodem, jej populacja wynosi niespełna 57 tys. ludzi, geograficznie należy do Ameryki Północnej, politycznie do Królestwa Danii. Gościem Łukasza Grzymisławskiego jest Maciej Czarnecki, dziennikarz "Wyborczej", który właśnie wrócił z Grenlandii i opowiada o życiu na niej oraz o nastrojach panujących w społeczeństwie w związku z zakusami Donalda Trumpa na przyłączenie tej wyspy do USA. Niedługo na Wyborcza.pl będzie można przeczytać reportaż Maćka z wyprawy na Grenlandię. Podcast powstał w ramach projektu The Eastern Frontier Initiative (TEFI) współfinansowanego przez Unię Europejską. Wyrażone poglądy i opinie są poglądami i opiniami autorów i niekoniecznie odzwierciedlają oficjalne stanowisko UE, która nie może ponosić za nie odpowiedzialności. Więcej podcastów na: https://wyborcza.pl/podcast. Piszcie do nas w każdej sprawie na: listy@wyborcza.pl.

Milyonlarca Türkiyeli, tatil için hava ve kara yollarını kullanarak yola çıkıyor. Eren Mahir Gençer, tatilcilerin nelere dikkat etmesi gerektiğini tüm ayrıntılarıyla derledi. Sigorta ve finans uzmanı Haydar Meydan ise, COSMO Türkçe'ye tatile çıkanların hangi sigortaları yaptırmasının faydalı olacağını anlattı. Mikrofonda Aydın Işık var. Von Aydın Işık und Eren Mahir Gençer.

Auch wenn für Privathaushalte immer noch viele mechanische Schlüssel produziert werden, ist Magin Guardiola, zuständig für Innovation beim Schweizer Unternehmen Dormakaba, überzeugt, dass die Zukunft des Schlüssel digital ist: Sei es über das Handy oder auch die Biometrie. Weitere Themen: · Spitäler um Zürichsee bündeln Kräfte – Wetzikon hat das Nachsehen · Weniger Notpässe am Flughafen Zürich · 69-jährige Frau tötet ihren Ehemann in Mettmenstetten ZH · Unbekannte klauen Auto aus Garage in Rümlang und zünden Gebäude an

Krämer, Elmar www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Lesart

Krämer, Elmar www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Lesart

Geçtiğimiz yıl 1 Ekim'de MHP Genel Başkanı Devlet Bahçeli'nin TBMM'de DEM Partili milletvekilleriyle tokalaşmasıyla başlayan "Terörsüz Türkiye" süreci, PKK'nın 11 Temmuz'da sembolik bir törenle silah bırakmasıyla devam etti. Eren Mahir Gencer, süreçle ilgili önemli gelişmeleri derledi. Siyaset bilimci Sezin Öney, COSMO Türkçe'ye süreçle ilgili gelişmeleri değerlendirdi. Mikrofonda Aydın Işık var. Von Aydın Işık und Eren Mahir Gençer.

Herzlich willkommen zu einer neuen Folge des mosaik Podcast. Die heutige Ausgabe ist Teil der Kooperation zwischen mosaik und der Zeitschrift PROKLA, in deren Rahmen wir bereits  zwei Folgen veröffentlicht haben. Zum einen das Interview mit Dorothea Schmidt über die Geschichte und Entwicklung der PROKLA, zum anderen das Gespräch mit Tine Haubner und Jakob Graf über über das Heft „Surplus Society – ‚Überflüssige‘ im Gegenwartskapitalismus“, das die beiden mitherausgegeben haben. Nun ist eine neue Ausgabe der PROKLA erschienen. Aus diesem Grund habe ich Anfang Juli Ruben Kaiser und Markus Wissen getroffen, die an der Herausgabe des Hefts mitgewirkt haben. Die inhaltliche Klammer des Hefts bildet das Thema „Sozial-ökologische Bewegungen im Spannungsfeld von Staat und Demokratie“. Worum geht es also? Die sozial-ökologische Krise spitzt sich zu. Der Klimawandel und die Zerstörung ökologischer Lebensgrundlagen schreiten ungebrochen voran. Obwohl es in dieser Situation dringender denn je gesellschaftliche Kräfte bräuchte, die die Krise wirksam politisieren, befinden sich sozial-ökologische Bewegungen selbst in einer Krise. Die gegenwärtige Phase ist sowohl durch Repression und politische Rückschläge gekennzeichnet als auch durch eine notwendige strategische Neuausrichtung. In der Auseinandersetzung mit Staat und Demokratie können sozial-ökologische Bewegungen neue politische Horizonte eröffnen – vorausgesetzt, sie begreifen ihre Kämpfe nicht nur als ökologische oder moralische, sondern als zutiefst politische und soziale.

Krämer, Elmar www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Lesart

Greife, Sphinxe, geflügelte Pferde oder Einhörner - magische Kreaturen mit übernatürlichen Kräften und Fähigkeiten - es gibt sie. Zumindest in alten Sagen und Geschichten. Was, wenn diese mythischen Geschöpfe irgendwo auf der Welt überlebt haben und einen eigenen, uns Menschen verborgenen Archipel bewohnen? Diese Idee nimmt die englische Autorin Katherine Rundell zum Ausgangspunkt für ihren Kinderroman „Impossible Creatures – Das Geheimnis der unglaublichen Wesen“. Ein Buch, das in England wochenlang auf der Bestsellerliste stand. In diesem Jahr ist es in Deutschland erschienen. Regine Bruckmann hat es gelesen.

Juli Zeh ist Bestsellerautorin und nimmt als öffentliche Intellektuelle kein Blatt vor den Mund, etwa wenn sie gegen weitere Waffenlieferungen in die Ukraine oder die pauschale Verunglimpfung von AfD-Wählenden plädiert. Barbara Bleisch trifft die Schriftstellerin zum Gespräch. Juli Zeh gilt als eine der erfolgreichsten Schriftstellerinnen Deutschlands. Ihre Romane werden in über 35 Sprachen übersetzt, die Gesamtauflage beträgt mehrere Millionen, die Liste der Literaturpreise ist lang. Kein Wunder, denn praktisch immer thematisiert die promovierte Juristin und ehrenamtliche Verfassungsrichterin in ihren Geschichten drängende politische Fragen wie die Spaltung der Gesellschaft, den Umgang mit Rechtsradikalen oder die Frage der Überwachung. Nicht selten nimmt sie Problemlagen vorweg, die den politischen Diskurs der Zukunft bestimmen. Dabei zeigt sie sich gern auch streitlustig und kritisiert die Überheblichkeit der urbanen Bildungselite, die AfD-Wählende als unbelehrbare Dumpfbacken abstempeln und über die Hinterwäldler auf dem Land frotzeln. Die gebürtige Bonnerin lebt selbst seit vielen Jahren in einem 300-Seelendorf in Brandenburg im ehemaligen Ostdeutschland. Barbara Bleisch spricht mit der Schriftstellerin über die politische Grosswetterlage und fragt, vor welchen Herausforderungen die westlichen Demokratien angesichts des Erstarkens autokratischer Kräfte stehen und wie sie resilient zu machen sind. Wiederholung vom 9. März 2025

P1:s veckomagasin om Sverige och världen politik, trender och analyser. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. I första timmenUSA:s president Donald Trump har föreslagit att förvandla Gaza till en ”riviera” med en ”handelshubb”. Nu vill israeliska politiker bygga en ”humanitär stad” dit palestinierna ska flyttas. Vad skulle det innebära om planerna blev verklighet – och hur har stadsplanering använts på liknande sätt genom historien? Hör Ekots utsända Lina Malmers, Isabell Schierenbeck, professor i statsvetenskap och Klas-Göran Karlsson, professor i historia.Konservativa Trumpanhängare i USA vill befolka landet med ”rätt sorts” barn. Ekots Robin Olin möter en fyrabarnsfamilj i Pennsylvania – som kallar sig för ”pronatalister” – och siktar på 12 barn.Det har nu gått fyra månader sedan en person i Västsverige vann hisnande 1,25 miljarder kronor på Eurojackpot. Men vad betyder det att vinna en så stor summa – och vad skulle man göra med pengarna? Det här är någonting som vår reporter Lotta Myhrén tänker mycket på.Krönika Ulrika Knutsson.Panelen med Aftonbladets Zina Al-Dewany, Dagens Arenas Jesper Bengtsson och Riks Richard Sörman.I andra timmenVärme, brist på vatten och risk för bränder på många håll i landet denna helg. I Sverige är vi vana vid god tillgång till vatten – men kring somrarna går det inte längre att ta för givet. Vad har vi för relation till vattnet egentligen? Godmorgon Världens Erika Norberg har hälsat på hos tre olika personer i samma mycket torra kommun.Till hösten slutar Maria Persson Löfgren som Rysslandskorrespondent och det blir Fredrik Wadström som tillträder och bevakar central- och Östeuropa. I Godmorgon världen berättar hon om de år hon upplevt, beskrivit och analyserat – om hennes besök i Moskva innan Sovjetunionen föll, om det ryska 90-talet och om landets förändring under president Putin.Försäljningen av husbilar i Sverige har ökat med 64 procent jämfört med förra året. Vad är det som får svenskarna att välja mobilt boende och ge sig ut på vägarna? Godmorgon världens reporter Sara Olsson begav sig till en camping.När det uppdagades att migrationsminister Johan Forsells son varit aktiv inom våldsbejakande extremism väcktes frågan om föräldraansvar. Men vad vet forskningen om hur det är kring ett svenskt köksbord där det högerextrema perspektivet väcks hos unga? Vilka är dem? Vilka är föräldrarna? Och hur hjälper man? Christer Mattsson på Segerstedtinstitutet vid Göteborgs universitet har studerat ”exitprocesser” och återintegrering i samhället.Satir Radioskugga.Kåseri av Emil Jensen.Programledare: Jesper LindauProducent: Mårten FärlinTekniker: Nicola Pryke

Soultex - Legacy DNB Show Ep26 // Dropping a straight up, heavy set for East Forms Drum & Bass. tracklist 01) Fakt - Hotline [Vandal Records] 02) Enei & Envy - Death Sprint [Critical Music] 03) Sustance & Strategy - Undercurrent (En:vy Remix) [Shogun Audio] 04) Fakt - Brewed In Toulouse [Vandal Records] 05) Visla & Koherent - Everytimeuluv [Critical Music] 06) Enei & Envy - Badboi [Critical Music] 07) DKN - Eraser [DARKMTTR Records] 08) Dub Ten - Clouded [Flexout Audio] 09) Molecular - How Did It Come To This [Sofa Sound] 10) Nasz - Fighting [DNBB Rec] 11) Rizzle - Control [Overview Music] 12) Theoretical - Shake [Data music] 13) Arkaik - The Woodpecker [Flexout Audio] 14) Contraband - Forward [Flexout Audio] 15) Wingz - Submission VIP [Overview Music] 16) Arkaik - Bull Run [Flexout Audio] 17) Thematic - Void [Data music] 18) Arkaik - Cigs, Clubs & Cops [Flexout Audio] 19) Wingz - Light Up VIP [Overview Music] 20) Kvostax - Birmingham Bwoy [Data music] 21) Enme - Sonic Attack [Heavy Sonics Records] 22) Jam Thieves - Bling Run [Dispatch Recordings] 23) Amoss - That's That Shit [Flexout Audio] 24) QZB - Something About You [Critical Music] 25) Kallel - Paradox [4 JUNGLE] 26) KR?K & NickBee - U KNOW [Flexout Audio] 27) Thematic - Dirty Talker [Data music] 28) Arkaik - Tar [Flexout Audio] 29) Untrue - Don't Stop [Data music] 30) Enei & Envy - Elixir [Critical Music] 31) Nasz - Bored [DNBB Rec] 32) Fakt - Alone In The Crowd [Vandal Records]

Juli Zeh ist Bestsellerautorin und nimmt als öffentliche Intellektuelle kein Blatt vor den Mund, etwa wenn sie gegen weitere Waffenlieferungen in die Ukraine oder die pauschale Verunglimpfung von AfD-Wählenden plädiert. Barbara Bleisch trifft die Schriftstellerin zum Gespräch. Juli Zeh gilt als eine der erfolgreichsten Schriftstellerinnen Deutschlands. Ihre Romane werden in über 35 Sprachen übersetzt, die Gesamtauflage beträgt mehrere Millionen, die Liste der Literaturpreise ist lang. Kein Wunder, denn praktisch immer thematisiert die promovierte Juristin und ehrenamtliche Verfassungsrichterin in ihren Geschichten drängende politische Fragen wie die Spaltung der Gesellschaft, den Umgang mit Rechtsradikalen oder die Frage der Überwachung. Nicht selten nimmt sie Problemlagen vorweg, die den politischen Diskurs der Zukunft bestimmen. Dabei zeigt sie sich gern auch streitlustig und kritisiert die Überheblichkeit der urbanen Bildungselite, die AfD-Wählende als unbelehrbare Dumpfbacken abstempeln und über die Hinterwäldler auf dem Land frotzeln. Die gebürtige Bonnerin lebt selbst seit vielen Jahren in einem 300-Seelendorf in Brandenburg im ehemaligen Ostdeutschland. Barbara Bleisch spricht mit der Schriftstellerin über die politische Grosswetterlage und fragt, vor welchen Herausforderungen die westlichen Demokratien angesichts des Erstarkens autokratischer Kräfte stehen und wie sie resilient zu machen sind. Wiederholung vom 9. März 2025

Škroupův dům v Osicích na Královéhradecku bude zřejmě chátrat dál. Stavbu, na kterou se složili a kterou postavili místní coby poctu slavnému rodákovi - autoru státní hymny - měl pomoci zachránit Královéhradecký kraj. Nové vedení hejtmanství ale nakonec potřebnou sumu uvolnit nechce a od dohody ustupuje.

Ke stávajícímu stádu žiraf Safari Parku Dvůr Králové na Trutnovsku se připojil nový chovný samec. Je mu 14 let a na východ Čech dorazil z Jihlavy.

Ostrý provoz úsekového měření rychlosti v Blešně na Královéhradecku začne o několik dní později, než bylo původně v plánu. Pokuty začnou řidiči za porušení nejvyšší povolené rychlosti dostávat od soboty 26. července.

Po přirozené inkubaci pod rodiči se v Safari Parku Dvůr Králové na Trutnovsku vylíhlo první mládě raritně odchovávaného jeřába bradavičnatého. V Evropě se za poslední rok nevylíhlo žádné jiné mládě tohoto druhu a i ve světovém kontextu jde o zcela výjimečnou událost.Všechny díly podcastu Safari můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Každý týden pro vás v Českém rozhlase Hradec Králové připravujeme aktuality a zajímavosti ze společenského i kulturního života v Královéhradeckém kraji. Které reportáže vzbudily na sociálních sítích za posledních sedm dní největší pozornost? Tady jsou pěkně pohromadě. To nejlepší na našem webu.

Po přirozené inkubaci pod rodiči se v Safari Parku Dvůr Králové na Trutnovsku vylíhlo první mládě raritně odchovávaného jeřába bradavičnatého. V Evropě se za poslední rok nevylíhlo žádné jiné mládě tohoto druhu a i ve světovém kontextu jde o zcela výjimečnou událost.

„Aj keby som išiel dolinou tône smrti, nebudem sa báť zlého, lebo ty si so mnou; tvoj prút a tvoja palica ma potešujú.“ (Ž 23:4) Po úspešnom predstavení dal kráľ šašovi svoju palicu so slovami: „Tu máš moju palicu. Keď nájdeš väčšieho blázna, ako si ty, daj mu ju.“ Prešli časy. Kráľ ležal na smrteľnej […] MUDr. Viera Roháčková

Viktor Orban na poważnie mówi o wyjściu Węgier z Unii Europejskiej. Min. Sikorski komentuje: zrobił z Węgier najbiedniejszy kraj UE. Do tego prowadzi złodziejstwo i nacjonalizm! Dziś także o planach NATO likwidacji Okręgu Królewieckiego, o nowych sankcjach na Rosję oraz o nepotyzmie w polskiej armii. #IPPTVNaŻywo #polityka #Orban #Kaczyński #UniaEuropejska ----------------------------------------------------

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Ideologien der Tech-Industrie und ultrarechte politische Kräfte verschmelzen gerade zu einer neuen Form des Faschismus, meint unser Gast. Außerdem: Bundesregierung kassiert Milliarden mit Klimazertifikaten. Wo bleibt die Entlastung für ärmere Bürger? Von WDR 5.

Kränkung ist der Schwerpunkt der zweiten Folge unseres dreiteiligen Sommergesprächs mit Prof. Dr. Reinhard Haller. Kränkungen sind alltäglich, oft subtil, manchmal dramatisch und sie wirken lange nach. Sie beeinflussen Biografien, Beziehungen, Karrieren. Und doch ist „Kränkung“ kein wissenschaftlich klar definierter Begriff. Wir fragen Reinhard Haller: Was genau ist eine Kränkung? Was gilt als solche und worin liegt ihre „Macht“? Können wir uns gegen Kränkungen wehren? Können wir verhindern, andere zu kränken? Haller macht deutlich: Sowohl eine Unterversorgung mit Zuwendung und Aufmerksamkeit als auch eine Überbehütung in der Kindheit können dazu führen, dass Menschen kränkungsanfälliger und -bereiter werden. Ein schwaches Selbstwertgefühl, Dünnhäutigkeit und verletzbare Egos sind oft die Folge. Wir sprechen außerdem über zentrale Fragen wie: Lassen sich frühkindliche Prägungen im späteren Leben aufbrechen? Was passiert nach Kränkungen und wie gefährlich sind sie? Können Kränkungen Unternehmen krank machen? Welche Rolle spielen Kränken und Gekränktsein für Menschen in Führungspositionen und bei Mitarbeitenden? Welche Kränkungen begegnen uns speziell im Berufsleben? Und kann ein Burn-out auch die Folge mangelnder Wertschätzung oder ständiger Kränkung sein? Kränkungen können zu Rückzug, Schweigen, Wut, Rache oder sogar zu Gewalt führen. Sie können aber auch kreative Energien freisetzen. Reinhard Haller erzählt in dieser Podcast-Folge, wie Künstler Kränkungen produktiv kompensieren und wie wir alle lernen können, Kränkungen mit Neugier zu begegnen und sie als Chance zu nutzen. Prof. Dr. Reinhard Haller ist Psychiater, Psychotherapeut und Neurologe. Seine Bücher „Das Böse. Die Psychologie der menschlichen Destruktivität“, „Die Narzissmusfalle“, „Die Macht der Kränkung“ und „Das Wunder der Wertschätzung“ wurden zu internationalen Bestsellern. Als einer der renommiertesten Gerichtsgutachter Europas war er in zahlreichen aufsehenerregenden Kriminalfällen tätig, darunter schwere Gewalt- und Tötungsdelikte.

Kobieta koronowana na króla. To zdarzyło się tylko dwa razy w historii Polski - u zarania oraz przy zmierzchu ery Jagiellońskiej. W pierwszym przypadku wszystko było przygotowane, w drugim – wydarzeniami poniekąd rządził przypadek, a także emocje. Jak doszło do koronacji Anny? Czy miała realną władzę? Czy rzeczywiście, jak mówiło wielu, nie nadawała się na władcę i była tylko marionetką na zmieniającej się scenie politycznej? Dlaczego w naszej historii odegrała tak niebagatelną rolę? Anna była córką króla Zygmunta Starego oraz siostrą ostatniego władcy z dynastii Jagiellonów, Zygmunta Augusta. Jej najstarsza siostra Izabela została królową Węgier. Kolejna siostra, Zofia, wyszła za księcia Brunszwiku-Wolfenbüttel. Najmłodsza z rodzeństwa Katarzyna została królową Szwecji. Anna miała jeszcze długo pozostać jedyną niezamężną jagiellońską królewną.Gdy w 1572 roku Zygmunt August zmarł bezpotomnie. Zgodnie z ustawami wydanymi jeszcze przez Zygmunta Starego, odtąd król miał być wybierany przez szlachtę na wolnej elekcji. Pierwszym elekcyjnym władcą był Henryk Walezy. Możnowładcy chcąc zacieśnić więzy między nowym królem a starą dynastią, postanowili wydać Jagiellonkę za Walezego. Jednak młody król odkładał ślub ze starszą o dwadzieścia osiem lat królewną na później. W końcu uciekł z Rzeczypospolitej, by sięgnąć po koronę Francji. Szlachta, rozczarowana cudzoziemcem, który wzgardził ich krajem, postanowiła, że tym razem wybierze króla-rodaka. Królem tym miała być Anna. Ponieważ jednak wciąż nie uważano, że kobieta może rządzić, postanowiono, że Jagiellonka poślubi księcia siedmiogrodzkiego Stefana Batorego. Batory i Anna najpierw zawarli małżeństwo, a następnie na ich głowach spoczęły korony. Od tego momentu, aż do swojej śmierci to on dzierżył realną władzę. Ale to Anna została wybrana królem przez szlachtę, a Batory w monarchię się wżenił.O Annie Jagiellonce w podcaście z serii „1000 lat. Prześwietlenie” opowie Łukasz Starowieyski. Jego gościem jest dr Anna Ziemlewska z Muzeum Pałacu Króla Jana III w Wilanowie.Podcast zrealizowano w ramach zadania: kontynuacja i rozbudowa multimedialnego projektu informacyjno-edukacyjnego - Portal Historyczny Dzieje.pl

TITEL-LANG Neslihan Arol, İstanbul'dan Berlin'e uzanan ilham verici bir sanat yolculuğuna sahip. Kimya mühendisliği eğitimini feminist tiyatro ve komedi üzerine yaptığı akademik çalışmalarla harmanlayarak sanat dünyasında kendine özgü bir yer edindi. Arol, son olarak "Açık Kapılar Ardında" filmiyle Altın Koza Film Festivali'nde büyük beğeni topladı. COSMO Türkçe'de, sanatçının çok yönlü kariyerine, Almanya'daki yaşamına ve sanatsal üretim süreçlerine derinlemesine bir bakış atıyoruz. Boğaziçi'nden Berlin'e uzanan bu serüvende, Neslihan Arol, sanat anlayışı, projeleri ve geleceğe dair hayalleri ile ilgili sunucumuza Aydın Işık'ın sorularını yanıtladı. Söyleşi bu linkte: Von Aydın Işık und Serap Doğan.

Krúpy sa zväčšujú, škody tiež. Následky veternej smršti sa rátajú v miliónoch. Reportéri Denníka E každú stredu komentujú správy o ochrane planéty, životnom prostredí a udržateľnej energetike.

Türkiye'deki cazip fiyatlı sahte markalı ürünler, Almanya'ya dönüşte ciddi maddi cezalara ve yasal yaptırımlara yol açabilir. Alman gümrüğündeki denetimler artırıldı. Serap Doğan, Alman gümrüğünde sahte markalı ürünler, süt ve et mamulleri, yüksek miktarda ilaçlar, nakit para ve altın ile yakalananlara yönelik olası yaptırımları anlattı. Hamburglu hukukçu Kemal Su da COSMO Türkçe'ye, Türkiye'deki tatillerinden dönenlerin Alman gümrüğünde nelere dikkat etmeleri gerektiğini aktardı. Mikrofonda Aydın Işık var. Von Aydın Işık und Serap Doğan.

Someone help me. What happened. What's good bro. I think deadmau5 is my cat. Nah. You're serious? I'm…deadfuckingnserious. What makes you think that? [cat is deadmau5] lol isn't it super torturous as fuck as a woman knowing All you really want is for like, one man to like , Just like you, But dudes are notorious for like— Never ever really being able to just ”like” one person? Like dudes like everyone They are notorious whoooores. The like everybody. The older I get like the worse it gets Like here's this guy I like And I pretty much mostly just like him But then like, Look at all these girls! Fuuuuck that! NICOLE BYER OH LOOK. ITS DUM-DUM! this is because I keep forgetting you, isn't it? NICOLE BYER Yes it IS. this might actually be my favorite part of the story. BLŪ is taking a shower when suddenly— NICOLE BYER appears out of nowhere. HEY DUM-DUM. JIMMY KIMMEL uses his newfound ability to time shift (not time travel, persay, but to alter many parallels of a given time) to undo joining a college fraternity. Also in the present nothing appears altered. This invisibly and almost even silently skews several multidimensional parallels into disarray. Unknowing st all of this, he seems content with his decision. Then again, he always seems sort of... JIMMY KIMMEL is quietly enjoying his fishing trip. Basking in the wonderful allone ness of solitude and silence, he uncaps a bottle of [insert product placement here] and takes a very hearty swig, letting out a super contended sigh. …content. It is a picturesque and perfect day; however, something seems off; just then, as he admires his first catch, hanging from the line over the bow, a GIANT SHARK appears out of the water, snapping up his catch and retreating into the abyss with a thunderous SPLASH. Dripping with dismay (and lots of water) JIMMY KIMMEL explodes with an equally thunderous rage. WHAT THE FUCK! He teeters, sopping wet to the edge of the boat, peering momentarily into the rippling water before he realizes it may not be safe, and in the same glimpse from the side of his squinted unrelentlessly still glistening eyes, realizes that this shark has knocked over and spilled his entire bottle of [insert product placement here] He confusedly and exasperatedly cries out and upward into the skies—. THIS IS A LAKE!!! Just a note to remember that I finally perfected my recipe for the absolute best vegan breakfast burrito just previously to writing this. It was delicious. Yes, it was. I— Oh, my god! Parallels, remember! No! (Suddenly eating a burrito) Your memory sucks! It has to. Isn't it all in the culture? I don't know what you're all on about Turned it all on, now i'm off, man Turned it all off, but I laid here for it– Tuned it around, And I payed her for it! How's That Now For an awful apocalypse All on the top of the grant And the ground And the landmine The top of the mountain The tip of the iceberg the tell of the tails And tails of the sweet custom made to order Suits and ties Of course don't rock the boat If you know its yours! JIMMY KIMMEL stares into the distance as baby shark blares over the common room television screen–he appears to be babysitting, but his look is so far off, you wouldn't know he was in the room. The baby shark song seems to drum up some uncomfortable memories from fishing over the weekend. He squints with disdain over the incident with a weary glean in his eyes; this is not something you discuss with other people. Isn't it all in the coat tails? It's toxic, but i've never been a model Or even wanted, so What are all the hot blondes at the office on about? You wanted the host of the talk show, And woke up to croissants and roses, orange juice and probable cause for your lawsuit, But in the moment you loved it So what's everyone on about? Isn't it all in the cufflinks? The stuff you don't tell to your home folks; The homegrown and midwestern corn folks, Discussing your show over corn flakes? So what's everyone on about? Let us just be honest, I didn't know how deep it was Until i opened up pandoras box, And thought, “What the fuck, I've found a horxcrux.” I've found a goldmine, I've got the fox and the hare all in one here, What a show host What a conundrum, What a construct, What a hopeless homonid What a heart to want nothing but To put the top Back on the box And walk away Unknowing all Of what I saw –Middle Days. There's no Tonight Show where I'm from No late night, And no radio hosts No television, no songs No one to lead us on And then to no where No one to cut us off Before the road opens No one to Stop us at the railroad enclosures And no one at all named Love Don't you know that the idea of all of you at all Is just so comfortable, mountain or a horse? Capable and strong? Don't you know the mold of you has sunk into my heart And formed a hole Where all the world will go, When i'm no longer mourning? Are you sure you want to– No. Not at all? I already did! But I saw this thing– Don't tell me about my death. But you were there. That's the thing, actually, you're not understanding– I wasn't. But– Quite possibly everyone and everything around me– Possibly even, or most probably, everything ever– But I promise, Jimmy, if that is even your name– It isn't– exactly. Everything happening–or unhappening in the moment– was everything but me. But– Goodbye! But– Goodbye, I said! I told you it was a deathtrap. That lady is crazy. I'm telling you, have faith! It makes sense. It doesn't make sense! It does make sense. It's just random–gibberish. Its absolutely ludicrous, Jimmy. She's crazy! You're youre right; it is ludicrous, actually, but listen to me— I'm finished listening. Yeah. I think i've heard about enough. But you haven't heard anything! I have now what I needed to know. But these writings… We'll take it from here, Jim. [The suits walk away.] I hope you're flame retardant. I ought to be by now, i guess. Double check your coverage. How'd that go. As expected. At least you expected it. There isn't anything around here I haven't been expecting lately. I mean. V.O. I've been working here for over twenty years… At least you're not being haunted by ghosts or anything. [The irony is in that yes, actually, he is talking to a ghost.] I get it (ripped apart) He's in the music away and carrying with it –you're on! A signal, A ghost– A sacrifice, A ritual, you're on again, Then off again The pitter patter of the dismissive members of Upper society, High ranking elitists And businussmen whom you admire astonishingly Despite discomfort, Whom, happen to no doubt Disapprove of you by nature And yet, Are also drawn To your own power Circumstance Judgement Morals Traditions Honors, Representatives of the establishment The state (no longer a democracy) Repression– All in writer's room revisions What happened? I haven't kept it safe or sacred One tear over Only out the left eye Listen, the marytr I opened a death trap I opened my widened mind To the unknown and impossible, Swallowed it whole with the lot of you I died with knowing only the lowest of the totem pole And yet, low and behold Now, I rise to the top, And such is known that without the bottom, The whole log topples over. Oh wow. I'm famous. Yes, and? It kind of hurts. Eventually that goes away. What a sensation. It's always there. You just stop feeling it. It lingers in on a sunday night, And at most on the full moon, no wolves howling; It sets in in the bunny ears atop the chatterbox In the kitchen, where It outshines us, from the other room On the radio tower, Where in time the vines have climbed And now flower bloom In silent golden era tunes, The tombs of all our knowledge and our light To fade with every passing hour here Goodnight, my son I do not want to know you Goodbye, my father, I do not want to rust And again I wake in the pain and lure of autumn To never known a summer song, And ponder on the dusk It lingers deep on Sunday evening, Setting hard on Monday morn, and though i write so fond of JImmy I dare often dream of Lorne Chapter Four Donovan Arnold was a lover and not a fighter. He never much had to come up against any kind of battle, either, because he was quite prone to always getting exactly what he wanted. Louis Greenworth was not merely a friendly rival—but a challenge, and the two came head to heat in various bouts and brawls in their time at The Summit, where most if not many collide with one another for fortune, and in gratitude that there they had been chosen for greater purpose. Something told me not too far on that Donovan had many to will and tricks up his sleeve without showing it, and in Louis's visions, he cautioned that I should be wary—although, in the rarer and flickering lights of Donovan's knowing and unknown, I should be careful of Louis and his corners. Then, there wasn't a force amongst us which would lightly convey Louis—his doings and his shadows were dark--which is why I had been fashioned to it, and the powerful man he was beared such a heavy weight on all the world around him that he was nothing less than a storm to weather in total. Then, Donovan was such the luck and clever, loving sprite, that his wit and charm was assuring to my embark; there was no way of truly ever waning in the way that Donovan had winged his way into the arrangement in his favor, but at the very least— disappointing his approval would gain no absolute pleasure beyond the astonishing dissonance of loyalty. Then, there were keepers surrounding the might and the truth of The force that the shadows could not bare— there were times and marks and truths beyond the summit that were merely a facet of the things in the beyond, and in the way that The Source rules over its keepers, and its knowings—there was hardly any way for the niceties of pride, judgment most often throwing its way between dear Donovan Arnold and I. There was no nose that could t smell the stench if the foul odor that the rot of betrayal had done. The way of Donovan was seeking to know, without keeping or honor of heart—and I could not withstand another deep wound in the pit of my own truth. They called him Donovan Arnold Palmer because he made a mean Long Island iced tea— which of course he attributed to his affluent east coast heritage, hailing from a long line of the posh and uptight standard boys and girls of the fools and good old days. A clean cut brown nose and absolute stickler for circumstance and dedication, his placement within these sacred places was vanity, first and foremost—and with a sense of tradition and pride he carried on in the way any man would, with great relief that the world didn't rest on his shoulders the way it did on Louis— then, nothing really rested on anyone the way it did in Louis Greenworth. chapter 5 The gifted saint of revelations “Did he hurt you?” I looked away without knowing where to look at all but down, my body aching with the waves of having been pressed and clutched against the spirals of time. The things I pretend not to know. “Who?” Genie seemed disappointed but still, patiently coaxing me with the comfort of his warmth— calling my eyes and looking deeply into the soul. I was petrified “What happened?”, he persists. “I don't know what your talking about.” , I mumble guiltily. He pauses for a moment as if he knows the depth of it— somewhere inside of me I know he knows, and behind me my mind is reeling and screaming, like a desperate unearthed fortune of unknown. Barely breathing, and shallow in the dark of the luminescence of the moonlight night, my loyalty overwhelms my pride and brotherhood. “What did he say?” Now his eyes fill with the pain and begging for the mercy of truth, as he whispers almost with a whimper, even in his strength and grace. In all those prayers not once had I even the ounce of nerve to think that he had uttered my name— now looking into him but huddled under him in heaps and ruins, I could not remember a time more when I wanted to disacknowledge the unknown and send a heap of words into the capes and canyons of his holy ears, though these things I knew for any time but especially this, I could never speak. “He who?” I can't wake up, I'm a rockstar Can't wash it off And I'm just so high on drugs That no matter the cost I just don't want to come down Don't want to want you anymore Relax. Think about it never or none And wonder what the world becomes when Weather tides and moon songs are no more Remember, then the dolphin And temperament to want what of course All of us covet But still, waking up in a dungeon. What a curse. Also, however What a cure, as you wander up The slithering road that parts Los Angeles from all the north of her Southern coast, If you want specifics The Pacific is at most And much admires Where you are, No matter how far you wander I want I want I want And I get I get I get I'm a rockstar. Maybe after all those times Being just the girl that all might have died to have been And getting mad over it You wake up to find yourself A stalker Who doesn't Leave the apartment And just watches the come up Of the songbird Who just wishes She had've gone To Harvard Not for law school But the arts, You know You lost a fortune That wasn't clever You wrote a hospital long report And look what you got! A suffix And later on an honorary doctorate But look at Letterman Hardly recognizable And after all The stopwatch just starts over at one Doesn't it Doesn't it? I'm a rockstar And what you wanted Was no subtle front But a surfboard and a ping pong table Writing your fables in the quiet of the night With the ocean steady lapping under the docks And not Collapsing her whole structure What a thunderous wave If you think it's time Then you haven't caved yet I offer all the pleasures of the golden science And as alchemy concerned Its really only valuable on this planet As it stands the liquid gold mines here Haven't budged an ounce— There's an overflow of all you've ever wanted With a pungent odor Or wrongdoing done And lemonade To pucker And to ponder over S'mores for supper, anyone? I thought not -KR. {Enter The Multiverse} [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. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Someone help me. What happened. What's good bro. I think deadmau5 is my cat. Nah. You're serious? I'm…deadfuckingnserious. What makes you think that? [cat is deadmau5] lol isn't it super torturous as fuck as a woman knowing All you really want is for like, one man to like , Just like you, But dudes are notorious for like— Never ever really being able to just ”like” one person? Like dudes like everyone They are notorious whoooores. The like everybody. The older I get like the worse it gets Like here's this guy I like And I pretty much mostly just like him But then like, Look at all these girls! Fuuuuck that! NICOLE BYER OH LOOK. ITS DUM-DUM! this is because I keep forgetting you, isn't it? NICOLE BYER Yes it IS. this might actually be my favorite part of the story. BLŪ is taking a shower when suddenly— NICOLE BYER appears out of nowhere. HEY DUM-DUM. JIMMY KIMMEL uses his newfound ability to time shift (not time travel, persay, but to alter many parallels of a given time) to undo joining a college fraternity. Also in the present nothing appears altered. This invisibly and almost even silently skews several multidimensional parallels into disarray. Unknowing st all of this, he seems content with his decision. Then again, he always seems sort of... JIMMY KIMMEL is quietly enjoying his fishing trip. Basking in the wonderful allone ness of solitude and silence, he uncaps a bottle of [insert product placement here] and takes a very hearty swig, letting out a super contended sigh. …content. It is a picturesque and perfect day; however, something seems off; just then, as he admires his first catch, hanging from the line over the bow, a GIANT SHARK appears out of the water, snapping up his catch and retreating into the abyss with a thunderous SPLASH. Dripping with dismay (and lots of water) JIMMY KIMMEL explodes with an equally thunderous rage. WHAT THE FUCK! He teeters, sopping wet to the edge of the boat, peering momentarily into the rippling water before he realizes it may not be safe, and in the same glimpse from the side of his squinted unrelentlessly still glistening eyes, realizes that this shark has knocked over and spilled his entire bottle of [insert product placement here] He confusedly and exasperatedly cries out and upward into the skies—. THIS IS A LAKE!!! Just a note to remember that I finally perfected my recipe for the absolute best vegan breakfast burrito just previously to writing this. It was delicious. Yes, it was. I— Oh, my god! Parallels, remember! No! (Suddenly eating a burrito) Your memory sucks! It has to. Isn't it all in the culture? I don't know what you're all on about Turned it all on, now i'm off, man Turned it all off, but I laid here for it– Tuned it around, And I payed her for it! How's That Now For an awful apocalypse All on the top of the grant And the ground And the landmine The top of the mountain The tip of the iceberg the tell of the tails And tails of the sweet custom made to order Suits and ties Of course don't rock the boat If you know its yours! JIMMY KIMMEL stares into the distance as baby shark blares over the common room television screen–he appears to be babysitting, but his look is so far off, you wouldn't know he was in the room. The baby shark song seems to drum up some uncomfortable memories from fishing over the weekend. He squints with disdain over the incident with a weary glean in his eyes; this is not something you discuss with other people. Isn't it all in the coat tails? It's toxic, but i've never been a model Or even wanted, so What are all the hot blondes at the office on about? You wanted the host of the talk show, And woke up to croissants and roses, orange juice and probable cause for your lawsuit, But in the moment you loved it So what's everyone on about? Isn't it all in the cufflinks? The stuff you don't tell to your home folks; The homegrown and midwestern corn folks, Discussing your show over corn flakes? So what's everyone on about? Let us just be honest, I didn't know how deep it was Until i opened up pandoras box, And thought, “What the fuck, I've found a horxcrux.” I've found a goldmine, I've got the fox and the hare all in one here, What a show host What a conundrum, What a construct, What a hopeless homonid What a heart to want nothing but To put the top Back on the box And walk away Unknowing all Of what I saw –Middle Days. There's no Tonight Show where I'm from No late night, And no radio hosts No television, no songs No one to lead us on And then to no where No one to cut us off Before the road opens No one to Stop us at the railroad enclosures And no one at all named Love Don't you know that the idea of all of you at all Is just so comfortable, mountain or a horse? Capable and strong? Don't you know the mold of you has sunk into my heart And formed a hole Where all the world will go, When i'm no longer mourning? Are you sure you want to– No. Not at all? I already did! But I saw this thing– Don't tell me about my death. But you were there. That's the thing, actually, you're not understanding– I wasn't. But– Quite possibly everyone and everything around me– Possibly even, or most probably, everything ever– But I promise, Jimmy, if that is even your name– It isn't– exactly. Everything happening–or unhappening in the moment– was everything but me. But– Goodbye! But– Goodbye, I said! I told you it was a deathtrap. That lady is crazy. I'm telling you, have faith! It makes sense. It doesn't make sense! It does make sense. It's just random–gibberish. Its absolutely ludicrous, Jimmy. She's crazy! You're youre right; it is ludicrous, actually, but listen to me— I'm finished listening. Yeah. I think i've heard about enough. But you haven't heard anything! I have now what I needed to know. But these writings… We'll take it from here, Jim. [The suits walk away.] I hope you're flame retardant. I ought to be by now, i guess. Double check your coverage. How'd that go. As expected. At least you expected it. There isn't anything around here I haven't been expecting lately. I mean. V.O. I've been working here for over twenty years… At least you're not being haunted by ghosts or anything. [The irony is in that yes, actually, he is talking to a ghost.] I get it (ripped apart) He's in the music away and carrying with it –you're on! A signal, A ghost– A sacrifice, A ritual, you're on again, Then off again The pitter patter of the dismissive members of Upper society, High ranking elitists And businussmen whom you admire astonishingly Despite discomfort, Whom, happen to no doubt Disapprove of you by nature And yet, Are also drawn To your own power Circumstance Judgement Morals Traditions Honors, Representatives of the establishment The state (no longer a democracy) Repression– All in writer's room revisions What happened? I haven't kept it safe or sacred One tear over Only out the left eye Listen, the marytr I opened a death trap I opened my widened mind To the unknown and impossible, Swallowed it whole with the lot of you I died with knowing only the lowest of the totem pole And yet, low and behold Now, I rise to the top, And such is known that without the bottom, The whole log topples over. Oh wow. I'm famous. Yes, and? It kind of hurts. Eventually that goes away. What a sensation. It's always there. You just stop feeling it. It lingers in on a sunday night, And at most on the full moon, no wolves howling; It sets in in the bunny ears atop the chatterbox In the kitchen, where It outshines us, from the other room On the radio tower, Where in time the vines have climbed And now flower bloom In silent golden era tunes, The tombs of all our knowledge and our light To fade with every passing hour here Goodnight, my son I do not want to know you Goodbye, my father, I do not want to rust And again I wake in the pain and lure of autumn To never known a summer song, And ponder on the dusk It lingers deep on Sunday evening, Setting hard on Monday morn, and though i write so fond of JImmy I dare often dream of Lorne Chapter Four Donovan Arnold was a lover and not a fighter. He never much had to come up against any kind of battle, either, because he was quite prone to always getting exactly what he wanted. Louis Greenworth was not merely a friendly rival—but a challenge, and the two came head to heat in various bouts and brawls in their time at The Summit, where most if not many collide with one another for fortune, and in gratitude that there they had been chosen for greater purpose. Something told me not too far on that Donovan had many to will and tricks up his sleeve without showing it, and in Louis's visions, he cautioned that I should be wary—although, in the rarer and flickering lights of Donovan's knowing and unknown, I should be careful of Louis and his corners. Then, there wasn't a force amongst us which would lightly convey Louis—his doings and his shadows were dark--which is why I had been fashioned to it, and the powerful man he was beared such a heavy weight on all the world around him that he was nothing less than a storm to weather in total. Then, Donovan was such the luck and clever, loving sprite, that his wit and charm was assuring to my embark; there was no way of truly ever waning in the way that Donovan had winged his way into the arrangement in his favor, but at the very least— disappointing his approval would gain no absolute pleasure beyond the astonishing dissonance of loyalty. Then, there were keepers surrounding the might and the truth of The force that the shadows could not bare— there were times and marks and truths beyond the summit that were merely a facet of the things in the beyond, and in the way that The Source rules over its keepers, and its knowings—there was hardly any way for the niceties of pride, judgment most often throwing its way between dear Donovan Arnold and I. There was no nose that could t smell the stench if the foul odor that the rot of betrayal had done. The way of Donovan was seeking to know, without keeping or honor of heart—and I could not withstand another deep wound in the pit of my own truth. They called him Donovan Arnold Palmer because he made a mean Long Island iced tea— which of course he attributed to his affluent east coast heritage, hailing from a long line of the posh and uptight standard boys and girls of the fools and good old days. A clean cut brown nose and absolute stickler for circumstance and dedication, his placement within these sacred places was vanity, first and foremost—and with a sense of tradition and pride he carried on in the way any man would, with great relief that the world didn't rest on his shoulders the way it did on Louis— then, nothing really rested on anyone the way it did in Louis Greenworth. chapter 5 The gifted saint of revelations “Did he hurt you?” I looked away without knowing where to look at all but down, my body aching with the waves of having been pressed and clutched against the spirals of time. The things I pretend not to know. “Who?” Genie seemed disappointed but still, patiently coaxing me with the comfort of his warmth— calling my eyes and looking deeply into the soul. I was petrified “What happened?”, he persists. “I don't know what your talking about.” , I mumble guiltily. He pauses for a moment as if he knows the depth of it— somewhere inside of me I know he knows, and behind me my mind is reeling and screaming, like a desperate unearthed fortune of unknown. Barely breathing, and shallow in the dark of the luminescence of the moonlight night, my loyalty overwhelms my pride and brotherhood. “What did he say?” Now his eyes fill with the pain and begging for the mercy of truth, as he whispers almost with a whimper, even in his strength and grace. In all those prayers not once had I even the ounce of nerve to think that he had uttered my name— now looking into him but huddled under him in heaps and ruins, I could not remember a time more when I wanted to disacknowledge the unknown and send a heap of words into the capes and canyons of his holy ears, though these things I knew for any time but especially this, I could never speak. “He who?” I can't wake up, I'm a rockstar Can't wash it off And I'm just so high on drugs That no matter the cost I just don't want to come down Don't want to want you anymore Relax. Think about it never or none And wonder what the world becomes when Weather tides and moon songs are no more Remember, then the dolphin And temperament to want what of course All of us covet But still, waking up in a dungeon. What a curse. Also, however What a cure, as you wander up The slithering road that parts Los Angeles from all the north of her Southern coast, If you want specifics The Pacific is at most And much admires Where you are, No matter how far you wander I want I want I want And I get I get I get I'm a rockstar. Maybe after all those times Being just the girl that all might have died to have been And getting mad over it You wake up to find yourself A stalker Who doesn't Leave the apartment And just watches the come up Of the songbird Who just wishes She had've gone To Harvard Not for law school But the arts, You know You lost a fortune That wasn't clever You wrote a hospital long report And look what you got! A suffix And later on an honorary doctorate But look at Letterman Hardly recognizable And after all The stopwatch just starts over at one Doesn't it Doesn't it? I'm a rockstar And what you wanted Was no subtle front But a surfboard and a ping pong table Writing your fables in the quiet of the night With the ocean steady lapping under the docks And not Collapsing her whole structure What a thunderous wave If you think it's time Then you haven't caved yet I offer all the pleasures of the golden science And as alchemy concerned Its really only valuable on this planet As it stands the liquid gold mines here Haven't budged an ounce— There's an overflow of all you've ever wanted With a pungent odor Or wrongdoing done And lemonade To pucker And to ponder over S'mores for supper, anyone? I thought not -KR. {Enter The Multiverse} [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. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Ve Starém zákoně se dvě ženy hádají o dítě – jedna to svoje udusila ve spánku, obě teď tvrdí, že to živé je jejich. Král Šalomoun přikáže dítě rozseknout napůl. Skutečná matka raději ustoupí, jen aby přežilo. Zato druhá žena je spokojená: Jen ať je to, řečeno dnešním slovníkem, fifty fifty. Rozvodová novela, kterou po legislativním procesu ve Sněmovně schválil i Senát, a která čeká na podpis prezidenta, prosazuje něco jako rozpůlení dítěte.

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Zámek Kačina nedaleko Kutné Hory ve Středočeském kraji patří mezi nejvýznamnější stavby empírové architektury v Čechách. Počátkem 19. století si ho nechal postavit hrabě Jan Rudolf Chotek. Coby tehdejší president gubernia a nejvyšší purkrabí Království českého potřeboval letní reprezentační sídlo. A zámek Kačina splňoval svým velkolepým pojetím nejpřísnější nároky na reprezentaci muže jeho postavení.

Almanya Eğitim Bakanı Karin Prien'in okullara göçmen kotası getirme önerisi, Almanya'da büyük tartışmalara yol açtı. Serap Doğan, göçmen kotası tartışmalarının nasıl başladığını ve gelen tepkileri araştırdı. COSMO Türkçe'ye konuşan Ruhr Öğretmenler Derneği Eski Başkanı Celal Aydemir, kota uygulamasının insanları dışlayacağını ve toplumdaki uyumu bozacağını vurguluyor. Mikrofon başında Aydın Işık var. Von Aydın Işık und Serap Doğan.

Zámek Kačina nedaleko Kutné Hory ve Středočeském kraji patří mezi nejvýznamnější stavby empírové architektury v Čechách. Počátkem 19. století si ho nechal postavit hrabě Jan Rudolf Chotek. Coby tehdejší president gubernia a nejvyšší purkrabí Království českého potřeboval letní reprezentační sídlo. A zámek Kačina splňoval svým velkolepým pojetím nejpřísnější nároky na reprezentaci muže jeho postavení.

JIMMY KIMMEL uses his newfound ability to time shift (not time travel, persay, but to alter many parallels of a given time) to undo joining a college fraternity. Also in the present nothing appears altered. This invisibly and almost even silently skews several multidimensional parallels into disarray. Unknowing st all of this, he seems content with his decision. Then again, he always seems sort of... JIMMY KIMMEL is quietly enjoying his fishing trip. Basking in the wonderful allone ness of solitude and silence, he uncaps a bottle of [insert product placement here] and takes a very hearty swig, letting out a super contended sigh. …content. It is a pictures and perfect day; however, something seems off; just then, as he admires his first catch, hanging from the line over the bow, a GIANT SHARK appears out of the water, snapping up his catch and retreating into the abyss with a thunderous SPLASH. Dripping with dismay (and lots of water) JIMMY KIMMEL explodes with an equally thunderous rage. WHAT THE FUCK! He teeters, sopping wet to the edge of the boat, peering momentarily into the rippling water before he realizes it may not be safe, and in the same glimpse from the side of his squinted unrelentlessly still glistening eyes, realizes that this shark has knocked over and spilled his entire bottle of [insert product placement here] He confusedly and exasperatedly cries out and upward into the skies— THIS IS A LAKE!!! Just a note to remember that I finally perfected my recipe for the absolute best vegan breakfast burrito just previously to writing this. It was delicious. Yes, it was. I— Oh, my god! Parallels, remember! No! (Suddenly eating a burrito) Your memory sucks! It has to. Isn't it all in the culture? I don't know what you're all on about Turned it all on, now i'm off, man Turned it all off, but I laid here for it– Tuned it around, And I payed her for it! How's That Now For an awful apocalypse All on the top of the grant And the ground And the landmine The top of the mountain The tip of the iceberg the tell of the tails And tails of the sweet custom made to order Suits and ties Of course don't rock the boat If you know its yours! JIMMY KIMMEL stares into the distance as baby shark blares over the common room television screen–he appears to be babysitting, but his look is so far off, you wouldn't know he was in the room. The baby shark song seems to drum up some uncomfortable memories from fishing over the weekend. He squints with disdain over the incident with a weary glean in his eyes; this is not something you discuss with other people. Isn't it all in the coat tails? It's toxic, but i've never been a model Or even wanted, so What are all the hot blondes at the office on about? You wanted the host of the talk show, And woke up to croissants and roses, orange juice and probable cause for your lawsuit, But in the moment you loved it So what's everyone on about? Isn't it all in the cufflinks? The stuff you don't tell to your home folks; The homegrown and midwestern corn folks, Discussing your show over corn flakes? So what's everyone on about? Let us just be honest, I didn't know how deep it was Until i opened up pandoras box, And thought, “What the fuck, I've found a horxcrux.” I've found a goldmine, I've got the fox and the hare all in one here, What a show host What a conundrum, What a construct, What a hopeless homonid What a heart to want nothing but To put the top Back on the box And walk away Unknowing all Of what I saw –Middle Days. There's no Tonight Show where I'm from No late night, And no radio hosts No television, no songs No one to lead us on And then to no where No one to cut us off Before the road opens No one to Stop us at the railroad enclosures And no one at all named Love Don't you know that the idea of all of you at all Is just so comfortable, mountain or a horse? Capable and strong? Don't you know the mold of you has sunk into my heart And formed a hole Where all the world will go, When i'm no longer mourning? Are you sure you want to– No. Not at all? I already did! But I saw this thing– Don't tell me about my death. But you were there. That's the thing, actually, you're not understanding– I wasn't. But– Quite possibly everyone and everything around me– Possibly even, or most probably, everything ever– But I promise, Jimmy, if that is even your name– It isn't– exactly. Everything happening–or unhappening in the moment– was everything but me. But– Goodbye! But– Goodbye, I said! I told you it was a deathtrap. That lady is crazy. I'm telling you, have faith! It makes sense. It doesn't make sense! It does make sense. It's just random–gibberish. Its absolutely ludicrous, Jimmy. She's crazy! You're youre right; it is ludicrous, actually, but listen to me— I'm finished listening. Yeah. I think i've heard about enough. But you haven't heard anything! I have now what I needed to know. But these writings… We'll take it from here, Jim. [The suits walk away.] I hope you're flame retardant. I ought to be by now, i guess. Double check your coverage. How'd that go. As expected. At least you expected it. There isn't anything around here I haven't been expecting lately. I mean. V.O. I've been working here for over twenty years… At least you're not being haunted by ghosts or anything. [The irony is in that yes, actually, he is talking to a ghost.] I get it (ripped apart) He's in the music away and carrying with it –you're on! A signal, A ghost– A sacrifice, A ritual, you're on again, Then off again The pitter patter of the dismissive members of Upper society, High ranking elitists And businussmen whom you admire astonishingly Despite discomfort, Whom, happen to no doubt Disapprove of you by nature And yet, Are also drawn To your own power Circumstance Judgement Morals Traditions Honors, Representatives of the establishment The state (no longer a democracy) Repression– All in writer's room revisions What happened? I haven't kept it safe or sacred One tear over Only out the left eye Listen, the marytr I opened a death trap I opened my widened mind To the unknown and impossible, Swallowed it whole with the lot of you I died with knowing only the lowest of the totem pole And yet, low and behold Now, I rise to the top, And such is known that without the bottom, The whole log topples over. Oh wow. I'm famous. Yes, and? It kind of hurts. Eventually that goes away. What a sensation. It's always there. You just stop feeling it. It lingers in on a sunday night, And at most on the full moon, no wolves howling; It sets in in the bunny ears atop the chatterbox In the kitchen, where It outshines us, from the other room On the radio tower, Where in time the vines have climbed And now flower bloom In silent golden era tunes, The tombs of all our knowledge and our light To fade with every passing hour here Goodnight, my son I do not want to know you Goodbye, my father, I do not want to rust And again I wake in the pain and lure of autumn To never known a summer song, And ponder on the dusk It lingers deep on Sunday evening, Setting hard on Monday morn, and though i write so fond of JImmy I dare often dream of Lorne Chapter Four Donovan Arnold was a lover and not a fighter. He never much had too come up against any kind of battle, either, because he was quite prone to always getting exactly what he wanted. Louis Greenworth was not merely a friendly rival—but a challenge, and the two came head to heat in various bouts and brawls in their time at The Summit, where most if not many collide with one another for fortune, and in gratitude that there they had been chosen for greater purpose. Something told me not too far on that Donovan had many to will and ticks up his sleeve without showing it, and in Louis's visions, he cautioned that I should be wary—although, in the rarer and flickering lights of Donovan's knowing and unknown, I should be csrefyl of Louis and his corners. Then, there wasn't a force amongst us which would lightly convey Louis—his doings and his shadows were dark/-which is why I had been fashioned to it, and the powerful man he was beared such a heavy weight on all the world around him that he was nothing less than a storm to weather in total. Then, Donovan was such the luck and clever, loving sprite, that his wit and charm was assuring to my embark; there was no way of truly ever waning in the way that Donovan had winged his way into the arrangement in his favor, but at the very least— disappointing his approval would gain no absolute pleasure beyond the astonishing dissonance of loyalty. Then, there were keepers surrounding the might and the truth if The force that the shadows could not bare— thee were times and marks and truths beyond the summit that were merely a facet of the things in the beyond, and in the way that The Source rules over its keepers, and its knowings—there was hardly any way for the nicities of pride, judgment most often throwing its way between dear Donovan Arnold and I. There was no nose that could t smell the stench if the foul odor that the rot of betrayal had done. The way of Donovan was seeking to know, without keeping or honor of heart—and I could not withstand another deep wound in the pit of my own truth. They called him Donovan Arnold Palmer because he made a mean Long Island iced tea— which of course he attributed to his affient east coast heritage, hailing from a long line of the posh and uptight standard boys and girls of the fools old days. A clean cut brown nose and absolute stickler for circumstance and dedication, his placement within these sacred places was vanity, first and foremost—and with a sense of tradition and pride he carried on in the way any man would, with great relief that the world didn't rest on his shoulders the way it did on Louis— then, nothing really rested on anyone the way it did in Louis Greenworth. chapter 5 The gifted saint of revelations “Did he hurt you?” I looked away without knowing where to look at all but down, my body aching with the waves of having been pressed and clutched against the spirals of time. The things I pretend not to know. “Who?” Genie seemed disappointed but still, patiently coaxing me with the comfort of his warmth— calling my eyes and looking deeply into the soul. I was petrified “What happened?”, he persists. “I don't know what your talking about.” , I mumble guiltily. He pauses for a moment as if he knows the depth of it— somewhere inside of me I know he knows, and behind me my mind is reeling and screaming, like a desperate unearthed fortune of unknown. Barely breathing, and shallow in the dark of the luminescence of the moonlight night, my loyalty overwhelms my pride and brotherhood. “What did he say?” Now his eyes fill with the pain and begging for the mercy of truth, as he whispers almost with a whimper, even in his strength and grace. In all those prayers not once had I even the ounce of nerve to think that he had uttered my name— now looking into him but huddled under him in heaps and ruins, I could not remember a time more when I wanted to disacknowlege the unknown and send a heap of words into the capes and canyons of his holy ears, though these things I knew for any time but especially this, I could never speak. “He who?” I can't wake up, I'm a rockstar Can't wash it off And I'm just so high on drugs That no matter the cost I just don't want to come down Don't want to want you anymore Relax. Think about it never or none And wonder what the world becomes when Weather tides and moon songs are no more Remember, then the dolphin And temperment to want what of course All of us covet But still, waking up in a dungeon. What a curse. Also, however What a cure, as you wander up The slithering road that parts Los Angeles from all the north of her Southern coast, If you want specifics The Pacific is at most And much admires Where you are, No matter how far you wander I want I want I want And I get I get I get I'm a rockstar. Maybe after all those times Being just the girl that all might have died to have been And getting mad over it You wake up to find yourself A stalker Who doesn't Leave the apartment And just watches the come up Of the songbird Who just wishes She had've gone To Harvard Not for law school But the arts, You know You lost a fortune That wasn't clever You wrote a hospital long report And look what you got! A suffix And later on an honorary doctorate But look at Letterman Hardly recognizable And after all The stopwatch just starts over at one Doesn't it Doesn't it? I'm a rockstar And what you wanted Was no subtle front But a surfboard and a ping pong table Writing your fables in the quiet of the night With the ocean steady lapping under the docks And not Collapsing her whole structure What a thunderous wave If you think it's time Then you haven't caved yet I offer all the pleasures of the golden science And as alchemy concerned Its really only valuable on this planet As it stands the liquid gold mines here Haven't budged an ounce— There's an overflow of all you've ever wanted With a pungent odor Or wrongdoing done And lemonade To pucker And to ponder over S'mores for supper, anyone? I thought not -KR. {Enter The Multiverse} [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. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū. DJ NAMES: -Ū. | Happy Accidents! [H∆!], c o l o r s, Uptown A GENRE TAGS: ACID, ELECTRONIC, EXPERIMENTAL, DANCE, DUBSTEP DESCRIPTION: Prepare for sonic seismic activity! "Freaky Fridays" with the enigmatic -Ū. is about to detonate on the airwaves, bringing you the biggest bass explosion since the Big Bang itself! Climb aboard the mothership every Friday from 11 AM to 1 PM and launch your weekend into orbit with a mind-bending blend of clever soundwaves and subterranean bass frequencies that stretch from infinity and beyond. Forget the surface – the sound of the underground is pure fire and untamed heat with DJ -Ū. at the helm. This mononymous maestro, sometimes materializing under the mysterious and mesmerizing aliases Happy Accidents, c o l o r s, or even the warehouse tycoon Uptown A, is a sonic enigma. Though a Californian beach bum at heart, with a soul steeped in ocean vibes and sunshine, this DJ has found a home for her dance-fueled chaos in the industrial heartland of dance music, Brooklyn. Get ready for a swift punch of chaotic wonder as -Ū. seamlessly blends the Hollywood movie magic of her homeland – think swaying palms and suave vibes – with the gritty twists and turns from the bunkers of bass music: dubstep, UK garage, techno, new wave, drum-n-bass, and genre-bending mind-fluxes that defy categorization. But wait: There's More! -Ū. isn't just about the bass. This sonic time traveler digs deep into generations of music history, unearthing classic rock anthems, psychedelic soundscapes, trance-inducing rhythms, and those precious b-sides and rarities – forgotten gems from the stage, silver screen, and even the epic realms of fantasy, action, and adventure from blockbuster hits to obscure and insane. -Ū. is a one-of-a-kind Pandora's record box, unleashing a thrilling mix of sonic atrocities and unexpected delights – the sounds you didn't know you were craving. So, relax, strap in, and prepare for a sweet ride filled with magic, wonder, and jaw-dropping surprises as this time-traveling tycoon hits the radio waves with the freakiest, Friday-est, no-holds-barred, anything-goes sound the world has been waiting to hear! Tune in every Friday from 11 AM to 1 PM for literally 'whatever, man.' with your affectionate Captain, Blū Tha Gürū (-Ū.), and keep your ears peeled for guest appearances by [Any Alias Whatsoever.] Peace + Love. FREAKY FRIDAY 005. LIVE Originally Aired July 11th, 2025 Brooklyn, New York

Ein wichtiger Hinweis auf die emotionale Kapazität von Tieren ist die Ähnlichkeit ihrer Gehirnstrukturen mit denen des Menschen. Das limbische System, das bei Menschen für Emotionen zuständig ist, existiert auch bei vielen Tieren. Besonders bei Säugetieren, aber auch bei Vögeln wie Krähen und Papageien, finden sich komplexe neuronale Netzwerke, die emotionale Reaktionen ermöglichen. Nicht alle Tiere empfinden Emotionen in gleichem Mass. Die Intensität und Komplexität emotionaler Zustände hängt unter anderem von der Gehirnstruktur und dem Sozialverhalten der Art ab. So zeigen hochsoziale Tiere wie Primaten, Delfine oder Papageien besonders viele emotionale Ausdrucksformen.

210 Episode: Andreas Krüger – Miasmatische Tiefenarbeit und spirituelle Dimensionen der Homöopathie Andreas Krüger zählt zu den prägenden Persönlichkeiten der modernen Homöopathie im deutschsprachigen Raum. Seit über vier Jahrzehnten verbindet er klassische homöopathische Lehre mit spiritueller Prozessarbeit, schamanistischen Heilmethoden und systemischen Aufstellungen. Als langjähriger Leiter der Samuel-Hahnemann-Schule in Berlin prägt er Generationen von Homöopathen – nicht nur fachlich, sondern auch menschlich und seelisch. Im Gespräch erzählt er von seiner außergewöhnlichen therapeutischen Reise, seiner Sicht auf die Bedeutung der Miasmen in der tiefenpsychologisch fundierten homöopathischen Arbeit und der Entwicklung eigener ritueller Heilformate wie AMEA, TOA oder ESRA. Dabei wird deutlich, wie sehr seine Praxis eine Verbindung von Körper, Seele und Geist anstrebt. „Miasmen sind für mich archetypische Kräfte – sie fordern uns zur seelischen Wandlung heraus.“ Eine eindrucksvolle Episode über miasmatische Heilkunst, therapeutisches Charisma und die Kraft ritueller Homöopathie.

Ve Starém zákoně se dvě ženy hádají o dítě – jedna to svoje udusila ve spánku, obě teď tvrdí, že to živé je jejich. Král Šalomoun přikáže dítě rozseknout napůl. Skutečná matka raději ustoupí, jen aby přežilo. Zato druhá žena je spokojená: Jen ať je to, řečeno dnešním slovníkem, fifty fifty. Rozvodová novela, kterou po legislativním procesu ve Sněmovně schválil i Senát, a která čeká na podpis prezidenta, prosazuje něco jako rozpůlení dítěte. Všechny díly podcastu Názory a argumenty můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Ob moderieren, schauspielern, podcasten, Bücher schreiben oder Mama sein – Janine Kunze füllt einfach jede ihrer Facetten mit Leben - und vor allem mit viel guter Laune! Kein Wunder, dass sie seit Jahrzehnten gut im Geschäft ist. Immer mit dabei - wenn es geht - ist ihr Maltipoo Krümel, der die ganze Familie oft zum Lachen bringt. Für Janine ist er wie ein viertes Kind, somit sitzt er zu den Mahlzeiten auch in Reihe. Warum sie Erziehung an der Stelle für überbewertet hält, sie nicht ohne Krümel in den Urlaub fahren will und sie ihn bei aller Liebe als Typ "egomanes, verfressenes Arschloch" bezeichnen würde, verrät die Purina-Markenbotschafterin, die sich auch dafür einsetzt, Kinder frühzeitig an die Verantwortung für ein Haustier heranzuführen, in dieser Folge von "Auf die Schnauze!" Außerdem erzählt sie, warum die 50 das neue 30 ist, wie gut ihre Pflanzen Wodka vertragen, der rote Teppich nix für sie ist und inwiefern sie in der Kindererziehung versagt hat. Autoren: Jule Gölsdorf Christine Langner Instagram: @julegoelsdorf @christine_langner @janinekunzeofficial

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Boss of the seminal Belgian techno imprint, Token, and absolute legend of the game, Kr!z returns to the series with a propulsive monster of a mix, ready to take you into the zone, halfway some demented inward dive and trance-inducing dance floor occultism. Boasting the kind of corrosive punch and textural maestria that've come to define his style, both elegant and tendinous, Kr!z dishes out a mind-altering treat of a sonic journey, packed to the rafters with spine-tingling climaxes and chiselled crescendos. As the true master of the craft he is, Kr!z unfolds his narrative like a sonic origami of sorts, preserving each twist and turn from easy spoiling and maintaining the kind of tension throughout that keeps you craving for that next bar like some mystic revelation. Thrilling as it gets. 

PKK'lı bir grup militan, Süleymaniye'de düzenlenen sembolik bir törenle silah bıraktı. Bu önemli adımın ardından Cumhurbaşkanı Erdoğan, gelecekteki bir Türk-Kürt-Arap İttifakı'ndan bahsetti. Son gelişmeleri Serap Doğan derledi. PKK'nın silah bırakma törenini yerinde izleyen BirGün gazetesinden İbrahim Varlı, COSMO Türkçe'ye törendeki atmosferi ve Kürtlerin düşüncelerini aktardı. Siyaset Bilimci Prof. Dr. Mesut Yeğen de bundan sonraki süreçle ilgili düşüncelerini paylaştı. Mikrofonda Aydın Işık var. Von Aydın Işık und Serap Doğan.

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It's not that everyone who is steadily chanting Harē Kṛṣṇa or reading feels like doing it all the time, especially in the beginning. And for whatever reason, it could be the punishment-reward system that you had, as you mentioned. It could be subliminal. And the way to deal with that in the beginning of the practice, as I'm sure you know from many of the disciplines that you've applied in your life—education or sports or music or anything like that—is you have to turn professional. There's a book that I like. It's mostly about writing, and it's called The War of Art, not The Art of War. The War of Art means that when you want to do something creative, like write something, you may face what the author Steven Pressfield (who, by the way, is the author of the book The Legend of Bagger Vance, which was turned into a movie about Bhagavad Gītā and stars Will Smith) says: when you go to do something worthwhile, there's this resistance in the universe—instilled Resistance with a capital 'R'—very difficult to overcome. For instance, in writing, people often write books in their head, but when it comes time to sit down and actually do it, there's a strong resistance. Or to paint, or to learn a musical instrument. It's a lot harder in the beginning when you realize that you have to work at it. So what is his solution? He says you have to turn pro, like professionals; they show up and they just do it, whether they feel like it or not. And that's what in the beginning of devotional service, Rūpa Goswāmī described vaidhi bhakti—it's a discipline. In the beginning, you have to use your intelligence. Kṛṣṇa says in the Bhagavad Gītā: evaṁ buddheḥ paraṁ buddhvā saṁstabhyātmānam ātmanā jahi śatruṁ mahā-bāho kāma-rūpaṁ durāsadam (BG 3.43) In the beginning, you have to use your intelligence to see what's good for you, like, you know, for studying for school, right? You may not feel like doing it sometimes, right? Is that a correct assumption? Yes. But you know, if I don't study, I'm going to suffer more later, because I'm going to sit down for the test and realize "Ah if I just put in a few more hours a day, I would have been ready for this." And you have to apply a similar principle in the beginning for chanting. ------------------------------------------------------------ To connect with His Grace Vaiśeṣika Dāsa, please visit https://www.fanthespark.com/next-steps/ask-vaisesika-dasa/ ------------------------------------------------------------ Add to your wisdom literature collection: https://iskconsv.com/book-store/ https://www.bbtacademic.com/books/ https://thefourquestionsbook.com/ ------------------------------------------------------------ Join us live on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/FanTheSpark/ Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/sound-bhakti/id1132423868 For the latest videos, subscribe https://www.youtube.com/@FanTheSpark For the latest in SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/fan-the-spark ------------------------------------------------------------ #spiritualawakening #soul #spiritualexperience #spiritualpurposeoflife #spiritualgrowthlessons #secretsofspirituality #vaisesikaprabhu #vaisesikadasa #vaisesikaprabhulectures #spirituality #bhaktiyoga #krishna #spiritualpurposeoflife #krishnaspirituality #spiritualusachannel #whybhaktiisimportant #whyspiritualityisimportant #vaisesika #spiritualconnection #thepowerofspiritualstudy #selfrealization #spirituallectures #spiritualstudy #spiritualquestions #spiritualquestionsanswered #trendingspiritualtopics #fanthespark #spiritualpowerofmeditation #spiritualteachersonyoutube #spiritualhabits #spiritualclarity #bhagavadgita #srimadbhagavatam #spiritualbeings #kttvg #keepthetranscendentalvibrationgoing #spiritualpurpose

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