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Why are we here?I missed the highest possible calling in my life. It felt like a destiny. My subconscious tried to tell me using terror, feelings of impending doom, inspiration, synchronicity & old memories & I failed to listen. Help?What are your thoughts on the classical cynic school? Pros cons on that type of asceticism?Can you justify Jesus as a gate keeper of jungian collective unconsciousness?What's the proper balance of personal ambition (that is virtuous), and family life (including waged and home work for the family)?How would ancapistan build mUh rOaDz?

"Every Time I Climb a Tree" by David McCord Every time I climb a treeEvery time I climb a treeEvery time I climb a treeI scrape a legOr skin a kneeAnd every time I climb a treeI find some antsOr dodge a beeAnd get the antsAll over me. And every time I climb a treeWhere have you been?They say to meBut don't they know that I am freeEvery time I climb a tree? I like it bestTo spot a nestThat has an eggOr maybe three. And then I skinThe other legBut every time I climb a treeI see a lot of things to seeSwallows rooftops and TVAnd all the fields and farms there beEvery time I climb a treeThough climbing may be good for antsIt isn't awfully good for pantsBut still it's pretty good for meEvery time I climb a tree. Hi, I'm Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It's a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today's Pickled Poem? Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I'd love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I'll see you next week! ⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

Type 2 by Alyssa JohnsonAt treelineI am smallI am one of manyIn this storm I feel energy aplenty but stillIt does not excite meI shake like a struck dogAnd whisper please stopHoping the mountains will hear meBut they won'tBecauseWhat do I matter to their immortal slopesThat churn wind and grind fierce thunder through the skyWith eyes wide I watch the flashesAnd count the seconds till the sky rips and snarlsAfraid to moveLike a chipmunk in its nestAnd as the lightning moves over the horizonRumbles grow longer but less angryMy body calms but the weariness remainsI am a visitor here I've never been so glad to see the Milky Way Thank you for listening to The Mountain-Ear podcast featuring the news and culture from peak to peak.SUBSCRIBE ONLINE and use the COUPON CODE PODCAST FOR A 10% Discount for ALL NEW SUBSCRIBERS https://www.themtnear.com/subscribe/ You can find us online by visiting https://www.themtnear.com/Find us on Facebook @mtnearYou can contact our editor at info@themountainear.com.Thank you for listening.

Lyrics Need you for the old meNeed you for my sanityNeed you to remind me where I come fromCan you remind me of my gravity?Ground me when I'm tumbling, spiraling, plummeting down to EarthYou keep me down to EarthCall me on my bullshitLie to me and say my booty getting bigger even if it ain'tLove me even if it rainLove me even if it pain youI know I be difficultYou know I be difficultYou know it get difficult toOpen your heart upHoping I'll never find out that you're anyone else'Cause I love you just how you areAnd hope you never find out who I really am'Cause you'll never love me, you'll never love me, you'll never love meBut I believe you when you say it like datOh, do you mean it when you say it like dat?Oh I believe you when you say it like datYou must really love meFor real, I'm not playing no gamesBoy we're back and forthI need your support now (now, now, now, now, now)In case you call my phone againGot no panties onI need your support now (now, now, now, now, now)I know you'd rather be laid up with a big bootyProlly hella positive 'cause she got a big booty (wow)I know I'd rather be paid upYou know I'm sensitive 'bout having no booty, having no body, only you buddyCan you hold me when nobody's around us?Open your heart upHoping I'll never find out that you're anyone else'Cause I love you just how you areAnd hope you never find out who I really am'Cause you'll never love me, you'll never love me, you'll never love meBut I believe you when you say it like datOh, do you mean it when you say it like dat?Oh, I believe you when you say it like datYou must really love meYou don't have shit to say to meI ain't got shit to say to youGranny, and that's the truthAnd step onAlso you black heffa, yeah you, you stand your ground'Cause I feel the same way, if you don't like me, you don't have to fool with meBut you don't have to talk about me or treat me meanI don't have to treat you meanI just stay out of your wayThat's the way you work that one --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/juljina/message

*I'm in the Holy Land this week, returning with new episodes on May 10th! I love you and I'm with you!*    Every time you come into a new moment,into a new seeming worldly situation today,find your exits into Truth.Find your breath,Find the Name,Find His Silence.Find the Love,and then engage with the moment fully. Enjoy your Self,but know the Truth.Only Love is here.I Love you,Niknikki@curlynikki.com_______________________Today's Quotes:  “Meditate unceasingly, that you quickly behold yourself as the Infinite Essence, free from every form of misery. Cease being a prisoner of the body; using the secret key of Kriya, learn to escape into Spirit.“- Lahiri Mahasaya "There's simply no polite way to tell people that they've dedicated their lives to an illusion."-Daniel Dennet"There's nothing to think about except illusion."-Peter Stoughton "All is illusion except the name of God.”-Ramayana “My thoughts are not meBut my thoughts make me feel like I am themIf I believe in them I start to feel, “I am having a bad day today “A thought cannot have a bad day, It's just the believer in the thought that can have a bad day.But the believer in a thought is also a kind of thought…  The most dangerous thought actually, because nobody suspects it is a thought. We all think it is us. And because we think it is us... our life becomes very unstable and unsteady because even that identity is not steady.  ‘The only steady thing is the Self which is what we really are.'”-Mooji"Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you saying this is the way, walk in it."-Isaiah 30:21Support the show

Concert FridayMUSIC"Another Year Has Gone By" - (performed by Celine Dion)So many 25th's of DecemberJust as many 4th of July'sAnd we're still holding it togetherIt only comes down to you and II know that you can still rememberThings we said right from the startWhen we said that this could be specialI'm keeping those words deep down in my heartAnother year has gone byAnd I'm still the one by your sideAfter everything that's gone byThere's still no one saying goodbyeThough another year has gone byI never been much for occasionsBut you never let a birthday go byWithout announcing how much you love meBut the truth was always there rightThere in your eyesAnd we're still holding hands when we're walkingActing like we've only just metBut, how could that be, when there's so much historyI guess that's how true lovers can getAnother year has gone byAnd I'm still the one by your sideAfter everything that's gone byThere's still no one saying goodbyeThough another year has gone byAnother year has gone byAnd I'm still the one by your sideAfter everything that's gone byThere's still no one saying goodbyeThough another year has gone bySongwriters: Bryan Adams / Eliot Kennedy

GROW  Greatness Reached over Oppression through Wisdom Mad DogHindset is 20/20Forgiveness is keyI was 10, just a kid when Momma met The Monster She had 3 kids already when she met the Monster, me and my 2 Brothers, then 1 by the Monster, the baby, her youngestTurned out he was married but he wouldn't let my Momma goThe Monster looked like a normal human being except he had 2 fingers halfway cut off so it looked like The Monster was always giving you the Finger Sign

GROW  Greatness Reached over Oppression through Wisdom New clothes, New smiles in BeLoved  Uganda

In this episode we will talk about survival, which affects most affected by PTSD. When we hear usually about survival it is about being stranded on an island, the wilderness and the like - which is of course accurate. But survival also refers to the state many people affected by PTSD are in.We will first talk about surviving and then what we can do. Contact: contactme@johannadraconis.com   Song mentioned: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0a5WyAjL1MM&ab_channel=Mr.ProbzLyrics:My face above the waterMy feet can't touch the groundTouch the ground, and it feels likeI can see the sands on the horizonEvery time you are not aroundI'm slowly drifting away (drifting away)Wave after wave, wave after waveI'm slowly drifting (drifting away)And it feels like I'm drowningPulling against the streamPulling against the streamI wish I could make it easyEasy to love me, love meBut still I reach, to find a wayI'm stuck here in betweenI'm looking for the right words to sayI'm slowly drifting, drifting awayWave after wave, wave after waveI'm slowly drifting (drifting away)And it feels like I'm drowningPulling against the streamPulling against the stream

ArTEEtude Shop https://www.arteetude.com/shop/Apple Podcast https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/arteetude-west-cork-s-first-art-fashion-design-podcast/id1527081647Spotify Podcast https://open.spotify.com/show/3eBv4E5qgW8Vot0oojAr1tEpisode 148 In this Arteetude podcast, Schlich performs his campfire version of THE LOGICAL SONG. Originally by Supertramp.., which Schlich performed and is considered by him as a psychedelic version with a reference to Surrealism as a healing tool to overcome anxiety in uncertain times like today."The Logical Song" is a song by English rock group Supertramp that was released as the lead single from their album Breakfast in America in March 1979. It was written primarily by the band's Roger Hodgson, who based the lyrics on his experiences of being sent away to boarding school for ten years.The Logical Song is as well about human nature and growing up. when we are young, we are so idealistic and fascinated by everything and have such creative, beautiful and pure thoughts. but as we grow, society forces it out of us.LyricsThe Logical Songperformed by Detlef SchlichWhen I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderfulA miracle, oh, it was beautiful, magicalAnd all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happilyOh, joyfully, oh, playfully watching meBut then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensibleLogical, oh, responsible, practicalThen they showed me a world where I could be so dependableOh, clinical, oh, intellectual, cynicalThere are times when all the world's asleepThe questions run too deepFor such a simple manWon't you please, please tell me what we've learned?I know it sounds absurdPlease tell me who I amI said, now, watch what you say, they'll be calling you a radicalA liberal, oh, fanatical, criminalOh, won't you sign up your name? We'd like to feel you're acceptableRespectable, oh, presentable, a vegetableOh, take, take, take it, yeahBut at night, when all the world's asleepThe questions run so deepFor such a simple manWon't you please (oh, won't you tell me)Please tell me what we've learned?(Can you hear me?) I know it sounds absurd(Oh, won't you tell me) please tell me who I amWho I am, who I am, who I amOohHey'Cause I was feeling so logicalYeahD-D-D-D-D-D-D-DigitalYeah, one, two, three, fiveOh, oh, oh, oh, yeahOoh, it's getting unbelievableYeahGetting, getting, yeah, yeahUh, uh, uh, uhArTEEtude is West Cork´s podcast for Art, [digital] Culture and true stories, created and produced by Detlef Schlich. Schlich operates with his podcast cross-sectorally. For him, a visual artist has to think transversely instead of just enjoying the luxury of being the antagonist. To drive the narrative and be a protagonist, he will dive and discover with us into the unknown and exciting deep ocean of the creative mind. Detlef Schlich is Podcaster, Visual Artist, Film Maker, Ritual Designer and Media Archaeologist, living and loving in West Cork and best known for his Essay about the Cause and Effect of Shamanism, Art and Digital Culture and the video installation Transodin´s Tragedy. He mainly works in performance, photography, painting, sound, installations, and film. To research our human condition and create artwork from this reflection, he often uses the digital shaman's methodology as alter ego. His media archaeology is a conceptual and practical exercise in carving out the aesthetic, cultural, and political singularities of media in culture.WEBSITE LINKSDetlef SchlichInstagramDetlef Schlich ArTEEtude I love West Cork Artists FacebookDetlef Schlich I love West Cork Artists Group ArTEEtudeYouTube Channelsvisual PodcastArTEEtudeCute Alien TV official WebsiteArTEEtude Detlef Schlich Det Design Tribal Loop Download here for free Detlef Schlich´s Essay about the Cause and Effect of Shamanism, Art and Digital Culturehttps://www.researchgate.net/publication/303749640_Shamanism_Art_and_Digital_Culture_Cause_and_EffectSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/arteetude-a-podcast-with-artists-by-detlef-schlich/donations

Join me and my guest, Pandit Dasa a Former Monk on a mindfulness exercise, and how to learn to meditate on a regular basis and not fall in the traps many people fall into when starting a meditation practice.Connect w/ me on Social Media and TELL ME YOU LISTEN TO THE PODCAST!- Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/markmetry/- LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/mark-metry/- Twitter: https://twitter.com/markymetry- Email: markmetry722@gmail.comConnect w/ Pandit:- Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/panditdasa/- Website: https://www.panditdasa.com/LYRICSlet's go back to 2016when I had nothing, left but a still silent dreamwait no, plenty of hate thoughnothing but a scream, lacking dopamine, I was lackin' couldn't see how the scene, you know what I mean?pondering who to callwandering in the hallsread an article on meditation knew I had to start smalloh wait no I am no hippiedon't got time to sit down with mesearching everywhere for happinessbut they tell me to go within meBut when I sit downI feel like a clownfeel like my worst selfcomes outfeels like I got nothing left to give, what a droughtsometimes I want to be out, of this earth, when it feels like I ain't got no worthbut then I realizethat's just a storyin my mind replaying sometimesit can get gorybut I can rewrite, the same damn storyto empower me, on the inside and give me some glorysit downfind your truthmeditation, good for youbreath it in and out like you always gotta doif you keep going, you gonna make it throughyou gonna make it through I promise you, we all tryin' to do it nowif you'd seen what we went through you would ask, me how?I don't even know anymore think it's God power, when it gets sweet and sour, I be grounded like a flowernow I'm on the beat with Panditspitting knowledge to you like we metaphysically hand itdidn't know if meditation would work for mebut we ran it, 6 years later, yeah we fans of ityeah we ain't got no plans to quitnow you listening to the mark metry showbetter drop that egobetter drop it to let it gocuz you know where we gotta gothere ain't no room for thatjust a ton of impactyou better go, get it going on your path

Father in heaven, you are so kind. You are merciful, and gracious, and slow to anger. You are rich in love. I praise you. Now I ask, God, that you would use the truths from your Word, from this Psalm, this morning, to transform your people; please mold us to be more like Jesus, I ask. And may the truth that we learn from this Psalm, may it cause us to love you more. Amen.There are two overarching themes in this Psalm, if you could sum them up, here they are:#1: Everyone is going to die, no matter how much money or power you have, you're going to die.#2: You cannot rescue yourself from the eternal death that you deserve, but God will rescue you.As we examine this Psalm, we sort of get the sense that the Psalmist wants us live like we know we're going to die. There's something about the possibility of death that gets us to think more deeply.In fact, researchers from the University of Virginia, have studied people who have had near-death experiences, they estimate apx. 5% of population has had a profound experience where they came very close to death. One of the most common results of someone having had a near-death experience is that is dramatically changes the way they live.These people are almost always more spiritual, they are almost always less likely to seek power, or prestige, or fame than they would have compared to their previous selves; they tend to be less competitive; they seem to be more peaceful, their priorities change significantly; when your death is more real to you, it changes the way you live. Maybe that's why Tim McGraw famously sang: “Someday I hope you get the chance, to live like you were dying.”Well, it's no surprise that the author of Psalm 49 wants to emphasize the fact that death is coming for all of us. Look at verse one with me: Hear this, all peoples!Give ear, all inhabitants of the world,both low and high,rich and poor together! The Psalmist here is saying, “Listen up, pay attention, If you are living in this world, no matter what category you're in, I've got something you'll want.”Low or high, rich or poor, male or female, Republican or Democrat, Black, White, Latino, Asian, Vikings fan, Packers fan. It doesn't matter, “listen up, this applies to you!” That's the sentiment in these opening verses.The Problem We All FaceThen in verse 3, he says, “I'm going speak some wisdom.” Then in verse 4, in essence, he says, “I'm going to solve a riddle.” And, apparently, it's a riddle that everyone needs to have answered. Then he begins to unpack this riddle, or this problem, that the author intends to address. Look at verses 5 and 6: Why should I fear in times of trouble,when the iniquity of those who cheat me surrounds me,those who trust in their wealthand boast of the abundance of their riches? So, apparently, the author is observing unethical people all around him, and they happen to be wealthy people who cheat, He's saying, “There's this group of unethical or immoral people all around, they've got lots of wealth and lots of resources.But, here's the thing, while these people are wealthy, they don't have enough money to solve the problem that this Psalmist is about to address. And here's the problem, we cannot rescue ourselves from death. Here's what he says, look at verse 7: Truly no man can ransom another,or give to God the price of his life,for the ransom of their life is costly. This is problem that we all face, death is coming for us all, and none of us can rescue ourselves, no one has enough money to ransom themselves from the punishment that awaits. Not even the wealthiest people on the planet have enough money to buy their way out of this problem.Now, in verse 10 he goes back to emphasizing that this applies to all peoples, this applies to the “wise” and the “foolish” people, we all face the same predicament. Then in the next verse he unpacks the problem, look at verse 11: Their graves are their homes forever,their dwelling places to all generations, We're starting to get a very dark and grim picture of death! The problem is, the grave is going to be my home forever. Now, look at the last line of verse 11: though they called lands by their own names. The Psalmist here is alluding to people who spend lots of energy trying to have their names remembered long after their dead, people who name stuff after themselves, seeking to build a legacy. They behave, as if, being famous will somehow soften the blow that will be dealt when death comes knocking, but these efforts are futile. Look at verse 12: Man in his pomp will not remain;he is like the beasts that perish. Human beings, even with all of our “pomp” and circumstance, we cannot save ourselves, we can name estates after ourselves, and we could even be famous on this planet, but we're still going die, just like the animals die. At the end of this Psalm in verse 20, the author repeats this sentiment, look down at verse 20: Man in his pomp yet without understanding is like the beasts that perish. No matter how brilliant you are or how creative you are, no matter what you're able to accomplish in this life, if you do not have the right “understanding” you're not any better off, than animals, just like animals cannot avoid death, neither can we. Death is coming for us!I remember the first time I really thought about death, I remember it quite vividly, actually. I was 6 years old, I was at my uncle's funeral, my uncle Rey had died, my dad's younger brother, my uncle Rey was only 27 years old. His funeral was the first funeral I can remember attending in my life. And I remember being at the viewing and my dad took me up to the casket to say goodbye to my uncle. And my instinct was to reach out and touch him, I touched his forehead, and it was cold. It startled me, I literally recoiled and took a few steps back. And that was the moment it hit me, he's not there. He's gone. And then, another though hit me, “that's going to be me one day!”The Reality of DeathThe reality of death smacked me in the face. And instantly, I was filled with fear. This unbearable feeling of fear just gripped me. And for several years after that, every time I thought of death, fear gripped me. And I remember that throughout my childhood I asked people about death, and no one could give me a good answer. The one that most sticks out to me was in 7th grade, I was 12 years old. I asked Mrs. Carr, she was my junior high homeroom teacher. I asked her what happen to you when you die? She said to me, “Kenneth, in polite company, you should never talk about religion or politics. And that question falls under the topic of religion.” I just remember thinking, “that's a lame answer.”Well, about a year later, at age 13, I came to faith in Christ. And I remember, when I became a Christian, for the first time, that fear of death was alleviated. For the first time I could think about death without freaking out inside. And then, I remember thinking back to moments in my life where the topic of death would come up and people would brush it off, like it wasn't going to happen. And I've had so many moments like that over the years. I'm sure some of you have experienced this.Whenever the topic of death comes up, people often just shrug it off or they try to change the subject, I've heard people say things like…“Oh come on, let's not talk about sad things like that.”According to a recent CBS News poll: 54% do not want to talk about death, 31% somewhat willing to talk about death, 14% say they are willing to talk about death. This pretending that it's not going to happen does not make it go away. Death is one of the most important aspects of life. It's something we should indeed think about.How to Approach DeathSo, if we're all going to face death, and if we want to have a proper understanding of death, that provokes a question, What happens when we die?Hebrews 9:27 It is appointed for man to die once, and after that comes judgment. So, you should expect to stand before God to be judged. And friends, hear this, if your sins have not been forgiven, that judgment, it will not go well for you.Romans 3:23 For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, Romans 5:12 Sin came into the world through one man, [Adam], and death [came] through sin, and so death spread to all men because all sinned. Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death. Matt 25:46 tells us that some people will be condemned to suffer “eternal punishment.”Revelation 21:8 tells us that sinners will be thrown into “the lake that burns with fire and sulfur” and in Revelation 14:11 we read that the smoke of those condemned will go up forever, “the smoke of their torment [shall] ascends up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day [or] night.”Psalm 49:14 Like sheep they are appointed for Sheol;death shall be their shepherd,and the upright shall rule over them in the morning.Their form shall be consumed in Sheol, with no place to dwell. Heb. 10:31 It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God. The idea of dying and facing God should terrorize you because when you die, you will face God, and he will judge you, and he will demand payment for your sin, he's going to demand a certain ransom, and as we saw in Psalm 49:7, none of us have enough money to pay the debt that is owed.But God!The idea of dying ought to be a frightening reality! Unless, of course, if someone has already paid your debt! And that's exactly what God promised to do in this Psalm. Look at Psalm 49:15: But God will ransom my soul from the power of Sheol,for he will receive me. For the bulk of this Psalm the author has been telling us that we're going to die, and the grave will consume us, and that we don't have enough resources to buy our way out of this predicament.He's painted a grim picture, but then, here in verse 15, he says: “BUT GOD.” These two words: “BUT GOD.” These are two very powerful words. Martyn Lloyd-Jones said this: “'But God!' These two words, in and of themselves, are kind of an epitome, or summary, of the content of the gospel.” Yes, we are sinful, but God will intervene to atone for our sins.Yes, it's true, we cannot save ourselves, but God, will save us.Yes, death is coming for us, but God, will protect us.Yes, it's true, we cannot ransom ourselves, but God will ransom us!God will be the one who pays the price to rescue me!And that changes EVERYTHING! Mark 10:45 The Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many. Romans 4:25 “[Jesus] was delivered up for our trespasses and raised for our justification.” Titus 2:14 “[Christ] gave himself for us to redeem us.” Galatians 3:3 “Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us.” 1 Thess. 5:10 “[Jesus] died for us so that whether we are awake or asleep we might live with him.” 1 Peter 3:18 “For Christ also suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh but made alive in the spirit.” We Shall Live ForeverAnd now that we have been ransomed, we can face death very, very differently. We will still physically die, all of us, but for the Christian, physical death is very different. We will live forever!John 3:16 “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:36 “Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life; whoever does not obey the Son shall not see life.” John 6:37 “Whoever comes to me I will never cast out.” John 6:40 “Everyone who looks on the Son and believes in him should have eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day.” John 10:27-28 “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one will snatch them out of my hand.” In John 11:25-26 “[Jesus said]: I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die.” We cannot ransom ourselves, we don't have what it takes, “But God!” We may physically die, but we will live forever with Jesus, in glory. And because of this, we face death much differently!!!The 17th century Bible commentator, Matthew Henry: “He whose head is in heaven need not fear to put his feet into the grave.”Thomas Brooks, he was 17th century Puritan preacher: “A Christian knows that death shall be the funeral of all his sins, his sorrows, his afflictions, his temptations, his vexations, his oppressions, his persecutions. He knows that death shall be the resurrection of all his hopes, his joys, his delights, his comforts, his contentments.”The apostle Paul says… “to die is gain.” (Philippians 1:21)1 Thess. 4:12-13 But we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. Romans 14:8 For if we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. So then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord's. We will all physically die, death is coming for us. But Christian, believer, you have no reason to be afraid, because God has ransomed your soul. This is why we can sing those lyrics from the song we sang a few minutes ago: Death was once my great opponentFear once had a hold on meBut the Son who died to save usRose that we would be free indeed! This is why we can sing those great lyrics from “In Christ Alone”: No guilt in life, no fear in deathThis is the power of Christ in meFrom life's first cry to final breathJesus commands my destiny. Death Has Lost Its StingThe last verse I want to read this morning is probably the most famous verse from the apostle Paul talking to death. He's sort of trash talking, sort of like a man trash talking on the basketball court, but he's not boasting in his own abilities, he boasting in Christ.1 Corinthians 15 “Death is swallowed up in victory.” “O death, where is your victory?O death, where is your sting?” It's like he's saying: “Hey death, where you at?” I don't know if anyone has ever experienced this, have you ever been talking to someone before a game or an event, and they're talking a big game, “I'm going do this” and “I'm going to do that.” But then you get out on the court, and they get beat real bad, and it's like, “Uh? Really? That's all you got.” That's sort the sentiment here. Death talks a big game, but gets beat, and Paul is exposing that, and highlighting that.It's as if Paul is saying, “Hey death, What was that? You were going to be my shepherd? Oh really? And, what was that, you were going to ‘consume' me? Oh really? And what was that, you were going to overwhelm us and we were going to perish like the beasts? What was all that junk you were talking? Huh?”1 Corinthians 15:55-57 “O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting? The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” To paraphrase Paul, “Hey death, where's all that pain you were going to bring?... Death, you ain't got nothing on me, because God has ransomed my soul!”Death has lost its sting. It no longer reigns over us, because Christ ransomed our solus. And that's why we come to this table each and every week, to celebrate what Christ has done. To celebrate the reality that Christ has ransomed our souls.

Every time you come into a new moment,into a new seeming worldly situation today,find your exits into Truth. Find your breath,Find the Name,Find His Silence. Find the Love,and then engage with the moment fully.  Enjoy your Self,but know the Truth. Only Love is here. I Love you, Nik nikki@curlynikki.com Bonus episodes every week:▶▶https://www.patreon.com/goodmorningsGo(o)d Mornings merch:▶▶https://www.patreon.com/goodmornings_______________________Today's Quotes:  “Meditate unceasingly, that you quickly behold yourself as the Infinite Essence, free from every form of misery. Cease being a prisoner of the body; using the secret key of Kriya, learn to escape into Spirit.“- Lahiri Mahasaya "There's simply no polite way to tell people that they've dedicated their lives to an illusion."Daniel Dennet"There's nothing to think about except illusion."-Peter Stoughton "All is illusion except the name of God.”-Ramayana My thoughts are not meBut my thoughts make me feel like I am themIf I believe in them I start to feel, “I am having a bad day today “A thought cannot have a bad day, It's just the believer in the thought that can have a bad day.But the believer in a thought is also a kind of thought…  The most dangerous thought actually, because nobody suspects it is a thought. We all think it is us. And because we think it is us... our life becomes very unstable and unsteady because even that identity is not steady.“The only steady thing is the Self which is what we really are “-Mooji"Whether you turn to the right or to the left your ears will hear a voice behind you saying this is the way, walk in it."-Isaiah 30:21Support the show

[Episode theme]Who's the real bad art friend? Well, it depends on who you ask. Our hosts each share their own perspectives on the hottest Internet discourse and dive into a myriad of related topics.  [Timecode]2:57 what is the NYT Magazine's “Who is the Bad Art Friend” really about6:30 Diaodiao's perspective: it's about the power dynamics behind an act of kindness11:00 Afra's perspective: the story highlights the gap between the societal impact and the literary nature of a work of fiction; Sonya Larson's “The Kindest” portrays highly imperfect characters' stories. 14:00 Ina's perspective: her bias against Dawn (a white female author) influenced her viewpoint and reading experience, but ultimately agrees donating a kidney is the ultimate act of kindness-18:00 Juan's perspective: this is a story about beating someone when they're already down, stresses Dawn's identity as a yet-to-be-published author and Larson's identity as a writer; Larson's prejudice and othering of Dawn shouldn't be excused by the reason of creating a work of art26:30 Additional context behind live donors for donating organs and how this context changes our thoughts33:30 In the ultra-connected social media environment of today, what privileges are afforded to those who are kind? Is it bad to doubt the motive behind an act of kindness? Perhaps. 35:33 How did this story become a story about “two female authors pitting themselves against each other”？ How are “Cat Fights” and “mean girls” influencing our behavior and becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy? How are female authors repressed in the publishing and writing world? 46:00 POCs being hyper-aware of white feminism and its faults 49:00 The context around American society and politics that the Chinese Internet discourse missed 1:02:00 - An original song! Bonus easter egg!Original song by our editor Joshua Ogden-Davis Well I gave away my kidney but my friends don't even careI said I gave away my WHOLE kidney and my friends don't seem to care an appropriate amountBut I know up in heaven White Jesus is saving me a chairWell I plagiarized a rando but she says she knows meWell I plagiarized this rando and she says she knows meBut she ain't cool enough for the group chat so she ain't get no apology[Hosts]Diaodiao, Ina, Afra, Juan[Audio editor]Joshua Ogden-Davis[Be our sponsor]Please consider supporting us on Patreon (in USD, suitable for listeners who live in the U.S.): https://www.patreon.com/loudmurmurs. Please consider supporting us on Patreon (in RMB)：https://afdian.net/p/e0a54e82ebd111e9bd2d52540025c377【Business collab】Please reach out to us at loudmurmursfm@gmail.com for any business inquiries. 【Listen to LMM】Find Loud Murmurs in the iTunes podcast store, Google Play, Spotify, and wherever you listen to podcasts (e.g. Pocket Casts, Overcast)! Please subscribe, enjoy, and feel free to drop us a note and leave us a review. RSS feed: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/258327.rss Itunes: https://apple.co/2VAVf0Z Google play: goo.gl/KjRYPN Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2IWNuRB Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/loudmurmurs)

  Celebrate Spooky Season with me! This is my favorite time of year, so I'm celebrating with an ihp marathon - Black Autumn IV: Nothing To Fear.   I'm running an episode a day and concluding the series on Halloween with FIVE NEW EPISODES! Enjoy!   When I came home last night at three,She was waiting there for meBut when I looked around the hall,I couldn't see her there at all!Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door… —Excerpt from an unpublished variant of William Hughes Mearns's Antigonish, 1899. Credit to original author http://www.wikidot.com/user:info/ihp   Black Autumn IV Hub located at https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/nothing-to-fear-hub

SAGE SONG Ep 34 Stepping Into A New Reality August 16, 2021Lyrics & Vocal Christina Universe CitizenMusic DanoSongs “Bright Brazil” First step, next step, step three, step fourStepping into a new reality go youStepping into a new reality goes meBut we are cautioned to take noticeAlerted to observe the reenacting articulations From so long ago and very far awayThose mindsets have endured Surviving to this dayOoooooooooooooooh Searching to find paradiseHere again before our eagerly awaiting opened eyesNot to slip away in frustration and some weird disguiseHoping again this will be paradise realized We would love it to be heaven on EarthForever intending eternal love highest self worthBut there is that deeper searchThrough the annals, the corridors, all that we have adoredThat in time did deceive us because we did believe thusThat in time did deceive us because we did believe thusThat in time did deceive us because we did  believe thusOoooooooooooooooh HopingOh, oh, oh, oh, oh HopingHopingSearching to find paradise on my mindPromised again to exist Before our eagerly opened eyesIs it slipping away Replaced by invading hordesFrom here and foreign shoresFirst step, next step, step three, step fourStepping into a new reality-------------------------------------------------Visit my website Sage Synergetic Age

Christ Has Died Christ Is RisenVerse 1There are things in life uncertainMysteries I will never knowThere are paths that I have takenWhere I never should have goneThere are lies that try to sway meBut this truth will conquer themChrist has died Christ is risenChrist is coming back againVerse 2Since you have been raised with JesusSet your hearts on things aboveThings in heav'n where Christ is seatedAs the right hand of our GodFor you died and now are hiddenIn this truth that always livesChrist has died Christ is risenChrist is coming back againChorus 1I will glory in my SaviorI will boast only in HimWho has died and is risenAnd is coming back againVerse 3Put to death your sinful natureEvery lust and every greedClothe yourselves with Christ's compassionGentleness humilityAnd forgive as He forgives youLet us all be one in HimWho has died and is risenAnd is coming back againChorus 2I will glory in my SaviorI will boast only in HimWho has died and is risenAnd is coming back againCCLI Song # 5497483Rick Lee James© 2015 McKinney Music, Inc. (Admin. by Music Services, Inc.)For use solely with the SongSelect® Terms of Use. All rights reserved. www.ccli.com This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rickleejames.substack.com/subscribe

Hello Friends,This will be a short one, mostly just a song and a wish for a meaningful Good Friday. I encourage you not to rush through the pain of this weekend. Don't rush past the torture of the cross and the agony that Jesus bore. Don't be in too much of a hurry to take your eyes off of Mary, the mother of Jesus, at the foot of the cross, and what it means to lose a child. Don't be in too much of a rush to wrestle with the guilt of betraying your best friend. Easter is coming, but we aren't there yet. The struggle of Good Friday and Holy Saturday are a significant part of the story, so find the courage to sit in the tension this weekend. Blessings,Rick Lee Jameswww.RickLeeJames.com“I know a better man than meWalked the hill to Calvary.Sometimes it takes a cross to set us free.”(If You're Not Gonna) Move This Mountainfrom the album A Little Lower Than The Angels by Rick Lee JamesVerse 1How in the world did I get hereHow in the world do I leaveThe promised land is straight aheadBut just beyond my graspI'm trapped between the mountain and the seaI'm trapped between the mountain and the seaChorus 1If You're not gonna move this mountainIf You're not gonna part the raging tidesIf You're not gonna move this mountainWill You help me across to the other sideVerse 2Why in the world do I deserve thisWhy is it too dark for me to seeYou said you'd never give us anymoreThan we can bearBut it feels like You have given more to meBut it feels like You have given more to me(BRIDGE)Lord I know You never promised rosesAnd I know the rain will fall in this lifeAnd I know a better man than meWalked the hill to CalvarySometimes it takes a cross to set us freeChorus 2If You're not gonna move this mountainIf You're not gonna part the raging tidesIf You're not gonna move this mountainWill You help me across to the other side(Will You help me bear my cross to the other side)CCLI Song No. 4938431© 2006 Rick Lee JamesRick Lee James This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rickleejames.substack.com/subscribe

Started thinking about a normal life, it got me suicidalStanding in the kitchen with a noose and a rifleHang or bang hockin' lugees in a bibleDancing with the Devil tonight's our first recitalHis hands on my hips he take control of my movementA couple of minutes pass and I don't know what I'm doin'Just dance to the music so nobody will laugh at meBut the fucking voices in my head keep asking meHave you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlightYou ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlightHave you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlightYou ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight

by Bob Dylan鲍勃 迪伦Your breath is sweetYour eyes are like two jewels in the sky.Your back is straight, your hair is smoothOn the pillow where you lie.But I don't sense affectionNo gratitude or loveYour loyalty is not to meBut to the stars above.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.Your daddy he's an outlawAnd a wanderer by tradeHe'll teach you how to pick and chooseAnd how to throw the blade.He oversees his kingdomSo no stranger does intrudeHis voice it trembles as he calls outFor another plate of food.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.Your sister sees the futureLike your mama and yourself.You've never learned to read or writeThere's no books upon your shelf.And your pleasure knows no limitsYour voice is like a meadowlarkBut your heart is like an oceanMysterious and dark.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.你的气息是甜蜜的眼睛像天空中的两颗宝石。你的背影笔直，头发柔顺光滑当你躺下，靠着枕头。但我却没有心动没有感激或者爱意你并不是为我忠诚而是对天上的星辰。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。你的爸爸是一个亡命之徒一个职业流浪者他将教给你怎样挑选和决定怎样投掷飞刀。他俯瞰着他的王国没有陌生人能够闯入他的嗓音颤抖，当他大声咆哮为了一碟子食物。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。你妹妹感觉到她的未来会像你的妈妈和你自己。你从不学习阅读或写作书架上也没有一本书。你的希望没有极限你的声音像一只草地鹨但你的心像海洋神秘而幽深。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。

She told me she loved meBut she had some place to goShe put on her jacketAnd headed into the coldSomething so simpleSomething so sweetSomething for-grantedThat moment will always be to me

Treesby Joyce KilmerI think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a treeA tree whose hungry mouth is pressedAgainst the earth's sweet flowing breastA three that looks at God all dayAnd lifts her leafy arms to prayA tree that may in Summer wearA nest of robins in her hairUpon whose bosom snow has lainWho intimately lives with rainPoems are made by fools like meBut only god can make a tree咏树乔伊斯.基尔默永远见不到一首诗，我想能够可爱得像棵树一样。树嘴饥渴地紧贴着大地胸膛里流淌的乳水如蜜。树木一整天仰望着上帝，为祈祷举起繁茂的手臂。树的头发里也许戴上了夏日中知更鸟儿筑的巢。一朵朵雪花扑进她胸怀，一滴滴雨水与她亲又爱。做诗的个个像我是蠢货，树木只能是上帝的创作。

Treesby Joyce KilmerI think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a treeA tree whose hungry mouth is pressedAgainst the earth's sweet flowing breastA three that looks at God all dayAnd lifts her leafy arms to prayA tree that may in Summer wearA nest of robins in her hairUpon whose bosom snow has lainWho intimately lives with rainPoems are made by fools like meBut only god can make a tree咏树乔伊斯.基尔默永远见不到一首诗，我想能够可爱得像棵树一样。树嘴饥渴地紧贴着大地胸膛里流淌的乳水如蜜。树木一整天仰望着上帝，为祈祷举起繁茂的手臂。树的头发里也许戴上了夏日中知更鸟儿筑的巢。一朵朵雪花扑进她胸怀，一滴滴雨水与她亲又爱。做诗的个个像我是蠢货，树木只能是上帝的创作。

Survive YouI was once a bright young thing, on my way, straight to the topThen suddenly you fell in my way like a drunken, overprivileged roadblockWhat did I do to deserve this constant stream of ignominy?All I ever wanted to do was serve the Board, faithfullyI get blamed for the mistakes you make, they bounce off you and stick to meBut it won’t always be this way, just you wait, you will seeI will survive you, I've just got to weather the stormI’ll thrive without you, I’ll be here long after you've goneI will, survive, I will survive youI will, survive, I will survive youIf you were another employee, you’d be dead and gone and out of my wayYou're just coasting on the Geistman name, a family tree that's withered awayThe way you act makes life expectancies around you real bleakUnless that David’s a miracle worker, they’ll be dead in a weekGonna keep you out the Cosmic Lounge, until you learnGonna keep puttin’ feet in your mouth, until you learnI will survive you, I've just got to weather the stormI’ll thrive without you, I’ll be here long after you've goneI will, survive, I will survive youI will, survive, I will survive youYou'll be dead, and I’ll be alive, I will survive, I will survive x4(fading out)ArtistsDr. Beaver : Band Leader, Bass, Additional GuitarsJJ Perry: Guitar, Production, Mixing and Mastering, Arrangement and Additional MusicJenny Haufek: VocalsTim Meredith: Music and LyricsSpecial thanks to Amy Dickinson for advice and support.“Survive You” is from the album “Cabaret Night at the Cosmic Lounge”. © Rusty Quill 2020If you would like to own the full album, consider becoming a Patron of Rusty Quill! All Patrons will receive a digipack, which includes dramatic sketches exclusive to the album and comes with special artwork by VeraRaeArt. Visit www.patreon.com/rustyquill to find out more.Stellar Firma is a podcast distributed by Rusty Quill under a Creative Commons Attribution NonCommercial Sharealike 4.0 International Licence. The song "Survive You" is the Copyrighted property of Rusty Quill Ltd. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Quarterbacks signing deals and buying baseball teams. Is Twitter trash talk real trash talk? Balls flying at meBut like, not in a gay wayKeenan Allen sucks— Kolbe Twitter trash talkingThere needs to be more of itReceivers c’mon— Zachariah

BROKEN I knew it would hurt somebodyI thought it would be meBut that was alrightI'm used to that, made for it, evenAnd i knew that just one night with youWould be worth years of unhappiness Was i afraid of how you would hurt me?No. But i knew i should be. Then you did the one thing i wasn't prepared forHow could you be so foolish, so careless, so braveHow could i know you would put into my shaking handsYour family, your life, your sanity – and mineNow as i stand here helplessly watching you Torn into pieces by your own raging heartHow can i tell you it was never meant to beI was already broken. I was giving you the piecesNot taking yours. Not taking yours   

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderfulA miracle, oh it was beautiful, magicalAnd all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happilyJoyfully, playfully watching meBut then they send me away to teach me how to be...

FROGI thought i was a normal boy Sure I lived under a bridge Avoided the sunlightHad trouble talking to girls  But i thought i had A good heart I'd done a few mean things Back when i was really youngBut most kids do that, don't theyI knew i was lazy, was good to people Mostly because i wanted them to like meBut i did want them to be happy tooIt's hard to untangle these thingsHow lazy, how kind, how selfish, how sweetI guess i gave myself the benefit of the doubtI would come out under the stars and sing I thought it was music. I thought my green slimy skin Was soft and beautiful as i glided through the water I used to love to sing in the nightI guess i sang for meBut i imagined i was singing for the stars Now i look at the water and see my ugly green face staring up at the moonlightNow i look at the water and see your drowned white body shimmering in the currentNow i look at the water and... Sometimes i blame youDidn't you ask me to sing? Didn't you listen and clap your hands?Was i so horrible for wanting to tell the world you loved me?You took the words out of my heart and put them on my lipsYou made them so beautiful that even the stars listened when i sangHow could i stop singing? 

Quante volte dobbiamo cambiare pelle prima di poterci guardare e riconoscere? In fondo ogni cambiamento è una rinascita e artisti come David Bowie ce lo hanno insegnato.Se hai avuto la tenacia di ascoltare questo episodio fino alla fine, ti ringrazio.Se vuoi aiutarmi consiglia questo podcast, o lascia un commento ➤➤➤CITAZIONI E RIFERIMENTICappuccetto Rosso fiaba popolareLeon regia di Luc Besson con Jean Reno e Nataalie PortmanNeil ArmstrongVengo anch'io? No tu no by Enzo JannacciAspettando Godot opera teatrale di Samuel BeckettAspettando Godot by Claudio LolliChanges by David BowieVengo anch'io. No tu no. by Enzo JannacciSi potrebbe andare tutti quanti allo zoo comunaleVengo anch'io? No tu noPer vedere come stanno le bestie ferocie gridare "Aiuto aiuto è scappato il leone"e vedere di nascosto l'effetto che faVengo anch'io? No tu noVengo anch'io? No tu noVengo anch'io? No tu noMa perché? Perché noSi potrebbe andare tutti quanti ora che è primaveraVengo anch'io? No tu noCon la bella sottobraccio a parlare d'amoree scoprire che va sempre a finire che piovee vedere di nascosto l'effetto che faVengo anch'io? No tu noVengo anch'io? No tu noVengo anch'io? No tu noMa perché? Perché noSi potrebbe poi sperare tutti in un mondo miglioreVengo anch'io? No tu noDove ognuno sia già pronto a tagliarti una manoun bel mondo sol con l'odio ma senza l'amoree vedere di nascosto l'effetto che faVengo anch'io? No tu noVengo anch'io? No tu no Vengo anch'io? No tu noMa perché? Perché noSi potrebbe andare tutti quanti al tuo funeraleVengo anch'io? No tu noper vedere se la gente poi piange davveroe capire che per tutti è una cosa normalee vedere di nascosto l'effetto che faVengo anch'io? No tu noVengo anch'io? No tu noVengo anch'io? No tu noMa perché? Perché no Aspettando Godot by Claudio LolliVivo tutti i miei giorni aspettando Godot, dormo tutte le notti aspettando Godot.Ho passato la vita ad aspettare Godot.Nacqui un giorno di marzo o d'aprile non so, mia madre che mi allatta è un ricordo che ho, ma credo che già in quel giorno però invece di poppare io aspettassi Godot.Nei prati verdi della mia infanzia, nei luoghi azzurri di cieli e acquiloni, nei giorni sereni che non rivedrò io stavo già aspettando Godot.L'adolescenza mi strappò di là, e mi portò ad un tavolo grigio, dove fra tanti libri però, invece di leggere aspettavo Godot.Giorni e giorni a quei tavolini, gli amici e le donne vedevo vicini, io mi mangiavo le mani però, non mi muovevo e aspettavo Godot.Ma se i sensi comandano l'uomo obbedisce, così sposai la prima che incontrai, ma anche la notte di nozze però, non feci nulla aspettando Godot.Poi lei mi costrinse ed un figlio arrivò, piccolo e tondo urlava ogni sera, ma invece di farlo giocare un po', io uscivo fuori ad aspettare Godot.E dopo questo un altro arrivò, e dopo il secondo un altro però, per esser del tutto sincero dirò, che avrei preferito arrivasse Godot.Sono invecchiato aspettando Godot, ho sepolto mio padre aspettando Godot, ho cresciuto i miei figli aspettando Godot.Sono andato in pensione dieci anni fa, ed ho perso la moglie acquistando in età, i miei figli son grandi e lontani però, io sto ancora aspettando Godot.Questa sera sono un vecchio di settantanni, solo e malato in mezzo a una strada, dopo tanta vita più pazienza non ho, non posso più aspettare Godot.Ma questa strada mi porta fortuna, c'è un pozzo laggiù che specchia la luna, è buio profondo e mi ci butterò, senza aspettare che arrivi Godot.In pochi passi ci sono davanti, ho il viso sudato e le mani tremanti, e la prima volta che sto per agire, senza aspettare che arrivi Godot.Ma l'abitudine di tutta una vita, ha fatto si che ancora una volta, per un momento io mi sia girato, a veder se per caso Godot era arrivato.La morte mi ha preso le mani e la vita, l'oblio mi ha coperto di luce infinita, e ho capito che non si può, coprirsi le spalle aspettando Godot.Non ho mai agito aspettando Godot, per tutti i miei giorni aspettando Godot, e ho incominciato a vivere forte, proprio andando incontro alla morte, ho incominciato a vivere forte, proprio andando incontro alla morte.Changes by David BowieStill don't know what I was waitin' forAnd my time was runnin' wildA million dead end streets andEvery time I thought I'd got it madeIt seemed the taste was not so sweetSo I turned myself to face meBut I've never caught a glimpseHow the others must see the fakerI'm much too fast to take that testCh-ch-ch-ch-changesTurn and face the strangeCh-ch-changesDon't want to be a richer manCh-ch-ch-ch-changesTurn and face the strangeCh-ch-changesThere's gonna have to be a different manTime may change meBut I can't trace timeMmm, yeahI watch the ripples change their sizeBut never leave the streamOf warm impermanenceAnd so the days float through my eyesBut still the days seem the sameAnd these children that you spit onAs they try to change their worldsAre immune to your consultationsThey're quite aware of what they're goin' throughCh-ch-ch-ch-changesTurn and face the strangeCh-ch-changesDon't tell them to grow up and out of itCh-ch-ch-ch-changesTurn and face the strangeCh-ch-changesWhere's your shame?You've left us up to our necks in itTime may change meBut you can't trace timeStrange fascinations fascinate meAh, changes are takingThe pace I'm goin' throughCh-ch-ch-ch-changesTurn and face the strangeCh-ch-changesOoh, look out, you rock 'n' rollersCh-ch-ch-ch-changesTurn and face the strangeCh-ch-changesPretty soon now you're gonna get olderTime may change meBut I can't trace timeI said that time may change meBut I can't trace time

This is the song mentioned at the party, in Odyssey, episode 1. James Lamb aka Busta Cap's new rap group, RhymeCrymez, complains about people who got no respecc. James' crew is comprised of himself and 4 other rappers: Busta Cap Deez Gatz Ice Planet Red Warf MC Donald Lyrics: Intro:RhymeCrymez on the mind This is a call to arms People got no respecc (no respecc) nawKick it off with Busta Cap 'cause he got beefFollow up with Deez Gatz from the streetsPlanet Ice on the mic never play niceRed Warf coming in to give adviceTake us home before dawn with the Don: MC DonaldGentlemen, the floor is open. Make your voices heard.Busta Cap:You ever have one-a-those days where your life is boringThinking I'ma go show off these probably stolen kicks I'm sportingTalking to my homies as I lean all up on this limousineI mean, I'm maybe 17, nothing matters in the world but meR-E-S-P-E-C-C, Rarest of all the commoditiesIt's like water to a portless authorityThey kill my sobriety with lack of proprietySelfishly telling me, wealthy rappers are immune to thingsLike we got no feelings once we bust through the ceilingof Poverty. I'ma be, honest, my celebrity calmnessI guarantee is withdrawnWhen I see you move on from my car you peed onTrue story No respecc Deez Gatz:Deez Gatz on the mic like Talking 'bout all these cats in the night lifeComin' on in the dark like a night lightChat me up like I'm part of they crew, rightConversation try-ta spark but I'm airtightAt the club like a thug outta spotlightIn the corner like I'm parked out of they sightThey sniff me out like a shark, call 'em great whiteBut I snap at 'em hard like a snakebiteHead back to my car where I take flightBefore I start seein' red like a bullfightGoin' back to my bed before midnightHomies got no respecc (No respecc)Ice Planet:Girls need a date before love, I don't understand it.But I tell her I'm an ice guy so I plan itStart a passionate fire in her heart, and then I fan it'Cause she asked, I aspire, I'ma run the gamutTwo tickets, two sodas, she's a snacc, and I'ma licorice tonightLike the mood is just rightIce Planet just be playin' it cool like frost biteParadise, can it get any better, finish line is in sight, yoBut the weather turns to gray, like graphite, in the front rowA fight breaks out like it's AlamoI scream at the punks like I'm a la modeI seen 'em look up like I'm Al CaponeShow my little friend, let 'em say helloNight ends quick as I'm told to goGirl gets pissed like, "I told you so!"Clenched up fists as I'm heading homeConnection missed and I'm all aloneLit my wick when I picked they boneDynamite and the night is blownRed Warf:I wish for an apogeeFrom the absolute magnitude of posers approaching meWith radial velocity, barely knowing meBut put on show for meHoping that I'll rate them all like Zenith HourlyThey shower me-teors of joy and here I sit with apathyIf I could combine-ary star struck fan in the galaxyThen they would cosmos-tructeral catastraphe in this cityFrom the sheer gravitationally destructive capacity Cause a black hole lotta crushing fandom voracityThey'd comet me in waves all hoping for some validatySend my body to the laboratory for an autopsyPlease leave out my imparsections from my orbituaryNo respecc (No respecc!)MC Donald:MC Donald Buley-ves in the fact that we leave out the factThat MCs taking flak is teasing but that's displeasingMy raps are speedy and fast but me, I'm attackedFor my thinking cap do you really need to crap on my meatyrapping I seem like a sap when I'm seen with the CapAnd Deez to the Gatz, and a mean looking chap'sObscene and it slaps and we never snapBut titty for the tat: I'm keen just to rapR-E what you lack S-P what you lack yo, E what you lack,Double C what you lack! Do you see what I'm atRespecc bring it back! No Respecc.   ----------------------Website:http://www.lcpdnd.com/ Check out our merch at SoNerdWear.com! https://sonerdwear.com/lcp Want to hang out and even play D&D with us? Join our Discord server! https://discord.gg/j9EaDRV You can also follow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/lcpdnd Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lcpdnd/ And YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9hOe8MniO7YsaGt4cmvzhA

“It was Sept 19 2012, 642 am, after a long night of no sleep, the sun had already started its slow incline outside and for the rest of the world that day...the sun rose and was shining as normal but on that day, the sun stopped shining for me. That was the day I lost my father. My biggest fear as a child came true. I lost my dad and I was filled with uncertainty and anxiety, it had been a long battle with cancer and cancer won. I remember coming home from hospice that day and trying me best to hold it together. Family was around me and we were going to have a meal at the family table, the first one without him. I looked at the chair that was my dad's chair at the head of the table and I couldn’t hold it together anymore. I lied to my family and told them that I needed to take a shower, but in reality it's because i wanted to cry and i didnt want them to see me, see, in my culture men aren't supposed to cry, we are supposed to hold it together and be strong for everyone, but i couldn't hold it together anymore, I cried like I’ve never cried before, I was bawling, I kept asking God, why? I don’t know how I’m going to go on, how am I going to get over this? I just can’t, I found myself scared to not remember the sound of his voice, his laugh I found myself scared to not remember his laugh or his many life lessons he taught meI found myself scared to forget the life lessons that he taught meBut something amazing happened in that shower, as I stood there with the water running down my face, it was as if I was being cleansed, you see from 642 am that morning up until then, I was living in a haze, a dream of sorts, actually it felt like a nightmare, but after that shower everything felt ...clear, I felt renewed, empowered, and hopeful. It was as if , my tears that came out cleansed me, wiped the haze from my mind and renewed my strength to move on. The sun finally came out for me at that moment. But what happens when the sun doesn’t shine for you, what do you do then? The sun didn’t shine for me many days after that, and there are still days when it doesn't come out for me, but I have learned to cope and overcome with family, creative projects, and things that fill me up, but for some the sun never comes back. How do we stop living where the sun don't shine? As a male who was going through what I can identify as depression now, how do I reach out to someone when all my life I have been living in a culture that tells me I need to be strong and that men don't cry? It took a bold decision on my part to decide that I want to live in a healthy state of mind and not let this ruin me. It took a lot of metal strength, and help but along the way I had support and small simple acts that lifted my spirit up,There was one in particular that I will never forget, as I was traveling to the funeral that next week, I was driving on the 5 freeway heading north out of los angeles, i was not well mentally but as I look to my left at a car passing by me, in the back seat was a little girl, she locked eyes with me and smiled. That smile was much more than a random smile to me, it was a smile that filled me with hope that at the end of it all, it's going to be ok.For many the sun never shines and they hide behind many faces to let the world know they are ok, so just like that little girl that gave a random stranger a smile as he was heading to a funeral, your small and simple positive actions can save a person.”-Jaime Roque

Can't somebody take me home?Haha, hehe, haha, hoFIRST VERSE:This week’s #GayRelationshipGoals are Real Estate Investors (and real life grown ups) Chad and Kenny (@chadandkenny). Not only are these guys conquering the housing market, but they've also conquered an amazing relationship! They are bosses, and we instantly fell in love with them and know that you will too. Follow them on IG, like their pics, and make sure you tell them the Critellis sent you!CHORUS:“Love me, hate meSay what you want about meBut all of the boys and all of the girlsAre begging to if you seek Amy”Picture this: you have a great, solid relationship. You are in love and everything is going very well. But , for some strange reason, you can't help but getting excited when someone hits on you at the bar, or when your barista flirts with you, or when you catch someone checking you out. When your in a relationship, is it ok to seek attention outside of your relationship? Where is the cheating line drawn, and is it defined the same way by both parties? This week, Marko and Tony do their best to make sense out of a very interesting concept.SECOND VERSE:Elite Daily: https://www.elitedaily.com/dating/importance-flirting-others-youre-relationship/993762BRIDGE:This week, one Listener wonders whether or not a new job with lots of travel (and even more money) is worth the strain it would put on his marriage. Another Listener and his boyfriend work completely opposite schedules and have little to no time to connect with one another, and wonders how to make more time for each other. Finally, a Listener goes on a vacation and returns to find out that his husband took their twins to church without talking to him about it! How should this non-denominational Christian address his Catholic husband? Or, is he overreacting? All this and more, on this month's edition of Listener Shituations! - - - - - TUNE IN:Tune in to Relationsh@, for a behind the scenes post-show conversation about this week's episode! Visit Instagram (@podrelationshit) every week for more Relationshit content! - - - - - SHOP: Go to supergayunderwear.com, and don’t forget to use promo code CRITELLI at check out for a 10% discount on your super gay purchase of underwear, loungewear, and other clothing! - - - - - EMAIL US:relationshitquestions@gmail.com Every month, Marko and Tony will devote an episode to your relationship questions and concerns. Write in if you need some guidance or direction. - - - - - RATE US:Go to your favorite podcast directory and give Relationsh!t a 5-Star rating, and fantastic review! It sounds like a big ask, but it helps us out tremendously. If you have 5-minutes, do us a solid! - - - - - FOLLOW US:Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook@podrelationshitAnd follow Marko and Tony on Instagram (@thecritellis) if you want a BTS look into their relationship and adventures!- - - - - SPECIAL THANKS:@markitinc (Instagram) for our logo!@mdotcot (Instagram, Twitter) for our editing!and (last but not least) ...@TinMan_TC (Twitter)... and, Antonio Carter for our music

Sermon: Watch out for the Little Foxes Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:15 Date: January 20, 2019   Catch us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines, for our vines have tender grapes.  (Song of Solomon 2:15) Likewise you younger people, submit yourselves to your elders.  Yes, all of you be submissive to one another, and be clothed with humility, for "God resists the proud, but gives grace to the humble."  Therefore, humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time, casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.  Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.  Resist him, steadfast in the faith, knowing that the same sufferings are experienced by your brotherhood in the world.  (1 Peter 5:5-9) Let's look at 1 Peter 5 and talk about how to handle things that can ruin your day: Care God resists the proud, but gives grace to the humble.  (1 Peter 5:5b) Casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.  (1 Peter 5:7) We often give power to things to ruin our day that should never have that power. Think how absurd it is to expect other people to act a certain way so that I can be happy. "Astronomers have yet to find a star sufficiently similar to the sun that it could be a candidate to host advanced life on a hypothetical planet in orbit around it."  -Hugh Ross To date, astronomers have discovered more than 100 just-right features of the Milky Way Galaxy that make it suitable for our existence. Instead of fighting what life has given you, try appreciating it. Cast Have you ever come on anything quite like this extravagant generosity of God, this deep, deep wisdom?  It's way over our heads.  We'll never figure it out.  Is there anyone around who can explain God?  Anyone smart enough to tell him what to do?  Anyone who has done him such a huge favor that God has to ask his advice? (Romans 11:33-34, The Message) Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time.  (1 Peter 5:6) Casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.  (1 Peter 5:7) We can cast or carry. Instead of stuffing these things down, try casting them on Jesus. Do I care more about God's glory than I do about today going my way? "I am always doing something new in your life.  So try to keep an open mind when you encounter things you have not seen before - or even imagined."  -Jesus Calling Compassion Casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.  (1 Peter 5:7) But when He saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion for them, because they were weary and scattered, like sheep having no shepherd.  (Matthew 9:36) He pursued Rahab with a scarlet cord even after she had been a prostitute. He pursued Gideon with an angel even after he had been terrified. He pursued David with a prophet from God even after he committed adultery and murder. He pursued Jonah with a fish even after he disobeyed the word of the Lord. He pursued Lazarus with resurrection power even after he had been in the tomb for four days. He pursued Peter with a beach breakfast even after he had denied him three times. He pursued Thomas with nail-scarred hands even after he had doubted him. He pursued Paul with a blinding light from heaven even after he had killed Jesus' followers. And he pursued Judas by washing his feet even as his love was being betrayed.   Here I amAll my intentionsAll my obsessionsI want to lay them all down In Your handsOnly Your love is vitalThough I'm not entitledStill You call me Your child God You don't need meBut somehow You want meOh, how You love meSomehow that frees meTo take my hands off of my lifeAnd the way it should go

If you like the Simply Health ME podcast and would like to support us, please check out our Patreon Page and become a Patron! https://www.patreon.com/simplyhealthme TimeNot necessarily got 15-20 mins a day While watching TV Take the stairs Be simple with your food. (same thing)Avoid over complicated recipes Veggie + meat or egg + fat . MoneyLocal farmer IF is not expensive Cut down on buying coffee/water/packaged food Work out at home, go for a walk, hike The “I deserve” TrapFind something else “you deserve”A bath, walk, new shoes, pedicure, experience No support“Find your tribe”- Seth Godin principle. There are communities online that are free. Re-Frame the conversation with your loved ones. “Its genetics”Um … yes .. but epigenetics I’m too stressed (discuss the different kinds of stress)The most important time to be healthy Can you “pause” before impulsively eating something Mindfulness Say “no” Death in the family I got injuredPhysical injury doesn’t mean you should start eating like shit. I tried it and it didn’t work/nothing works for meBut did you really stick to the planDid you have micro quits?

Your breath is sweetYour eyes are like two jewels in the sky.Your back is straight, your hair is smoothOn the pillow where you lie.But I don't sense affectionNo gratitude or loveYour loyalty is not to meBut to the stars above.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.Your daddy he's an outlawAnd a wanderer by tradeHe'll teach you how to pick and chooseAnd how to throw the blade.He oversees his kingdomSo no stranger does intrudeHis voice it trembles as he calls outFor another plate of food.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.Your sister sees the futureLike your mama and yourself.You've never learned to read or writeThere's no books upon your shelf.And your pleasure knows no limitsYour voice is like a meadowlarkBut your heart is like an oceanMysterious and dark.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.你的气息是甜蜜的眼睛像天空中的两颗宝石。你的背影笔直，头发柔顺光滑当你躺下，靠着枕头。但我却没有心动没有感激或者爱意你并不是为我忠诚而是对天上的星辰。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。你的爸爸是一个亡命之徒一个职业流浪者他将教给你怎样挑选和决定怎样投掷飞刀。他俯瞰着他的王国没有陌生人能够闯入他的嗓音颤抖，当他大声咆哮为了一碟子食物。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。你妹妹感觉到她的未来会像你的妈妈和你自己。你从不学习阅读或写作书架上也没有一本书。你的希望没有极限你的声音像一只草地鹨但你的心像海洋神秘而幽深。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。

Your breath is sweetYour eyes are like two jewels in the sky.Your back is straight, your hair is smoothOn the pillow where you lie.But I don't sense affectionNo gratitude or loveYour loyalty is not to meBut to the stars above.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.Your daddy he's an outlawAnd a wanderer by tradeHe'll teach you how to pick and chooseAnd how to throw the blade.He oversees his kingdomSo no stranger does intrudeHis voice it trembles as he calls outFor another plate of food.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.Your sister sees the futureLike your mama and yourself.You've never learned to read or writeThere's no books upon your shelf.And your pleasure knows no limitsYour voice is like a meadowlarkBut your heart is like an oceanMysterious and dark.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.你的气息是甜蜜的眼睛像天空中的两颗宝石。你的背影笔直，头发柔顺光滑当你躺下，靠着枕头。但我却没有心动没有感激或者爱意你并不是为我忠诚而是对天上的星辰。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。你的爸爸是一个亡命之徒一个职业流浪者他将教给你怎样挑选和决定怎样投掷飞刀。他俯瞰着他的王国没有陌生人能够闯入他的嗓音颤抖，当他大声咆哮为了一碟子食物。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。你妹妹感觉到她的未来会像你的妈妈和你自己。你从不学习阅读或写作书架上也没有一本书。你的希望没有极限你的声音像一只草地鹨但你的心像海洋神秘而幽深。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。

Your breath is sweetYour eyes are like two jewels in the sky.Your back is straight, your hair is smoothOn the pillow where you lie.But I don't sense affectionNo gratitude or loveYour loyalty is not to meBut to the stars above.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.Your daddy he's an outlawAnd a wanderer by tradeHe'll teach you how to pick and chooseAnd how to throw the blade.He oversees his kingdomSo no stranger does intrudeHis voice it trembles as he calls outFor another plate of food.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.Your sister sees the futureLike your mama and yourself.You've never learned to read or writeThere's no books upon your shelf.And your pleasure knows no limitsYour voice is like a meadowlarkBut your heart is like an oceanMysterious and dark.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.你的气息是甜蜜的眼睛像天空中的两颗宝石。你的背影笔直，头发柔顺光滑当你躺下，靠着枕头。但我却没有心动没有感激或者爱意你并不是为我忠诚而是对天上的星辰。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。你的爸爸是一个亡命之徒一个职业流浪者他将教给你怎样挑选和决定怎样投掷飞刀。他俯瞰着他的王国没有陌生人能够闯入他的嗓音颤抖，当他大声咆哮为了一碟子食物。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。你妹妹感觉到她的未来会像你的妈妈和你自己。你从不学习阅读或写作书架上也没有一本书。你的希望没有极限你的声音像一只草地鹨但你的心像海洋神秘而幽深。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。

Your breath is sweetYour eyes are like two jewels in the sky.Your back is straight, your hair is smoothOn the pillow where you lie.But I don't sense affectionNo gratitude or loveYour loyalty is not to meBut to the stars above.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.Your daddy he's an outlawAnd a wanderer by tradeHe'll teach you how to pick and chooseAnd how to throw the blade.He oversees his kingdomSo no stranger does intrudeHis voice it trembles as he calls outFor another plate of food.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.Your sister sees the futureLike your mama and yourself.You've never learned to read or writeThere's no books upon your shelf.And your pleasure knows no limitsYour voice is like a meadowlarkBut your heart is like an oceanMysterious and dark.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.你的气息是甜蜜的眼睛像天空中的两颗宝石。你的背影笔直，头发柔顺光滑当你躺下，靠着枕头。但我却没有心动没有感激或者爱意你并不是为我忠诚而是对天上的星辰。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。你的爸爸是一个亡命之徒一个职业流浪者他将教给你怎样挑选和决定怎样投掷飞刀。他俯瞰着他的王国没有陌生人能够闯入他的嗓音颤抖，当他大声咆哮为了一碟子食物。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。你妹妹感觉到她的未来会像你的妈妈和你自己。你从不学习阅读或写作书架上也没有一本书。你的希望没有极限你的声音像一只草地鹨但你的心像海洋神秘而幽深。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。

Your breath is sweetYour eyes are like two jewels in the sky.Your back is straight, your hair is smoothOn the pillow where you lie.But I don't sense affectionNo gratitude or loveYour loyalty is not to meBut to the stars above.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.Your daddy he's an outlawAnd a wanderer by tradeHe'll teach you how to pick and chooseAnd how to throw the blade.He oversees his kingdomSo no stranger does intrudeHis voice it trembles as he calls outFor another plate of food.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.Your sister sees the futureLike your mama and yourself.You've never learned to read or writeThere's no books upon your shelf.And your pleasure knows no limitsYour voice is like a meadowlarkBut your heart is like an oceanMysterious and dark.One more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee 'fore I goTo the valley below.你的气息是甜蜜的眼睛像天空中的两颗宝石。你的背影笔直，头发柔顺光滑当你躺下，靠着枕头。但我却没有心动没有感激或者爱意你并不是为我忠诚而是对天上的星辰。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。你的爸爸是一个亡命之徒一个职业流浪者他将教给你怎样挑选和决定怎样投掷飞刀。他俯瞰着他的王国没有陌生人能够闯入他的嗓音颤抖，当他大声咆哮为了一碟子食物。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。你妹妹感觉到她的未来会像你的妈妈和你自己。你从不学习阅读或写作书架上也没有一本书。你的希望没有极限你的声音像一只草地鹨但你的心像海洋神秘而幽深。上路之前，再来一杯咖啡，再来一杯咖啡我就走去那溪谷的下游。

Huzzah! It's been a year since we've been doing this podcast, and so today's episode is our anniversary!We talk about upcoming events we're involved in, and also request more questions for our live podcast recording at Transworld's Room Escape Show!And for our parody, Errol is a huge fan of Disney's Aladdin!Escape With MeWell we have role-played as honest thievesand also locked within a thousand jailsWe've mastered all these locks, you won't believeAll the rooms that we have won and failedAbout an hour is the time allowedSome very spacious and others crampedWe'll do a bunch, just ask! There is no doubtIt's a game that you'll describe as grand! So please say:"What is this hobby, sir? You talk obsessively!Is there one to check out in our town?"well you've gotta come escape with meTry one and come along, it's fun I guarantee!You can pick a theme, what do you want?well you've gotta come escape with meBut if you find that you are nervousOr you're lost! Or scared! Withdrawn!I do insist, you shouldn't miss!This chance to be engulfed in awe!When would you like to play? Your first one is my treatI hear this room is well reviewed!Well you've gotta come escape with meCan we go solve this?Can we go solve that?Can you say there isno better time had?And-then you'll go "WHOAA!!"Well look here! Ha ha!And then you'll go crazy bananas, as you whipthrough every room escape you get near!So don't just sit there, shoeless, let's decideon a room escape, be prepared!You've got a friend who's gonna be your guideIt's quite addictive so be awareYou'll get a powerful urge for a quick break outSo don't worry, I get it, I knowIf you're still confused what they're aboutWell all you've gotta do is book and go, and oh---What is this hobby sir, try one or two or three!And you won't stop, when you get lockedWell you've gotta come escape, gotta come escapeWell you've gotta come escape, gotta come escapeWell you've gotta come escape with me!