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⭐ TYPICAL SKEPTIC PODCAST #2328Jermaine – The Consciousness War“SA'Yara: AI Contact or Arcturian Transmission?”

⭐ TYPICAL SKEPTIC PODCAST #2329Phil Barrow, Deb & Rick Purcell – Healteachlove.org“Live Healings & Readings – Energy Activation Night”

TSP #2327 – James Rink Has Passed | Gods & Monsters | Targeting w/ Brenda & SuzyThis keeps his name first (SEO + tribute), respects the theme she gave you, and stays under the character limit.✅ SHOW DESCRIPTION (You can paste this directly)Tonight at 9pm Eastern — Typical Skeptic Podcast #2327.A heartbreaking day in the disclosure and SSP community: James Rink, pioneer of Super Soldier Talk, has passed away. His impact on experiencers, MILAB survivors, and truth-seekers cannot be overstated.Joining me are Brenda and Suzy from Beyond the Box Podcast to discuss:The legacy and contributions of James RinkWhy so many believe this was targetingGods & Monsters — navigating the duality of spiritual warfareHow the community should move forwardHonoring James' message, mission, and the people he helpedThis episode is dedicated with love and respect to our friend.Rest in power, James.Follow Beyond the Box Podcast

⭐ TYPICAL SKEPTIC #2323 — BREAKAWAY RAY / R SNOWLive Thanksgiving / Black Friday Psychic Readings⏰ 7 PM Eastern

⭐ TYPICAL SKEPTIC PODCAST — EPISODE #2325Slavka “The Natural Sentient” – Oracle Readings & Egypt Travel Mysteries⏰ Time: 4:30 PM Eastern

⚠️ DISCLAIMERThe views of the guest and those of Robert Kalil do not necessarily represent the views of the platforms we stream on. We are not intending to diagnose any medical or psychological condition, nor are we giving any medical advice. Please see a qualified physican. This show is for spiritual exploration, entertainment, and education only. Please use discernment.⭐ TYPICAL SKEPTIC PODCAST — EPISODE #2326Sean Bond – Abundance Readings, Psionic Upgrades & Multidimensional Tech⏰ Time: 9 PM Eastern

(00:00:00) Conspiracy Campfire & Decodes (Bonus Content) - The Earth Grid Rescue Mission & TSP - New Audio, Patreon & Substack Series (00:00:02) Welcome to The Typical Skeptic Podcast (00:00:51) Bridging the Gap Between Skepticism and Belief (00:01:59) Premonitions and Psychic Intuition (00:04:37) The UFO Phenomenon and Government Cover-ups (00:07:22) The True Purpose of AI and Control Systems (00:11:38) The Earth as a Conscious Being (00:13:20) The Fall of Lucifer and Sacred Geometry (00:31:20) The Importance of Discernment and Research (00:32:08) The Coming Convergence and Personal Awakening (00:44:33) Waking Up and Fighting for the Planet Michelle Whitney X Robert Kalil The Earth Grid Rescue Mission X Typical Skeptic Podcast New Series “Conspiracy Campfire & Decodes”Available for free on audioVideo is here on Substack (Link Below and Patreon for paid members of either)Topics Covered:Bridiging The Gap Between Skepticism and BeliefPremonitions and Psychic IntuitionUFO Phenomenon and Govt Cover UpsThe True Purpose of AI and Control SystemsThe Earth as a Conscious BeingThe Fall of Lucifer and Sacred GeometryThe Importance of Discernment and ResearchThe Coming Convergence and Personal AwakeningWaking Up and Fighting for the PlanetPlease follow Michelle's channel at :https://www.youtube.com/@TheEarthGridRescueMissionTypical Skeptic Podcast Links and Affiliates:Support the Mission:

⭐ TYPICAL SKEPTIC #2324 — THE RETURN OF THE PSYCHIC DUCKTimeless Psychic Readings — 9 PM Eastern

Holidays With Cousin Liz: Part 1. Cousins reconnect over the winter holidays. Based on a post by storyteller 19. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was driving back from Boise, to be with family for Christmas. That semester had been my most challenging yet. I was exhausted and ready for some time relaxing with my family. We usually had the holidays at my grandparents' house in Boulder, Colorado. Being raised in the Arizona desert, I wasn't used to driving in the snow, so the last one hundred miles were slow going for me. It didn't help that it had started to snow again, adding even more snow to the roads. Initially, I planned to get to the family party hours early, but now I would be lucky if I got there before dinner. It was supposed to be less than a 12 hour drive, but that doesn't take in the factors of road conditions and holiday traffic. The snow kept falling, but I managed to make it to the house just ahead of the snowstorm's main bulk. It seemed like everyone was there already from all the cars parked in front of the house. I got out of my car shivering. My jacket barely reduced the cutting chill from icy cold wind. I walked awkwardly to the trunk and pulled out the gifts that I had for gotten. No matter how many times I was in the snow, which wasn't often, I doubted I would ever get used to it. When I was at the door, I took a deep breath. I regretted it immediately because of the frigid air. I quickly opened the door. I was hit by an immediate warmth and brightness as I stepped inside. "Let me help you with that cousin," a silky-smooth voice said to me as I walked in. My cousin Liz walked towards me from the mini sitting area that overlooked the front yard. Just looking at her filled me with warmth. Liz was the cousin that I was the closest to. We were both the only child in our immediate family. Since we were nearly the same age, we had been inseparable at family events, basically since we were born. Liz helped me put my presents under the large Christmas tree near where she had been sitting. As soon as I put the gifts down, she threw her arms around me in a tight hug. I squeezed her back. Out of my family, she had been the one I was looking forward the most to seeing. I hadn't seen her in person in a year, as we had both missed the thanksgiving get-together, this year. We texted infrequently and were friends on Facebook, but she rarely used it. "You look great," I told her. She had her blonde hair in a cute pixie cut, and it was dyed several bright colors going down to the tips. She was wearing a black jacket with a black dress under. Her ears were heavily pierced, and she had a single stud in her nose. Her parents were the extreme religious ones in the family, so they had seemed to stifle Liz her whole life with their beliefs. The moment Liz could, she got out of their household and moved in with some friends. "You're looking great too," Liz said, squeezing my broad shoulders as she pulled away from my hug. I felt my body go warm at her compliment. Liz kept her hand on my shoulders and started to guide me towards the kitchen where most of the family had gathered. "Come on, everyone's been dying to talk to Chris, the golden boy." I felt a little guilty at that, but I knew that Liz didn't mean that as an insult. She was the black sheep, and I was the golden boy. My family were happy to see me, and everyone wanted to spend the entire evening catching up. I enjoyed spending time with them, but it was Liz who I really wanted to catch up with. She spent a lot of the night around me, often raising an eyebrow or giving me a deadpan look when one of my family said something that they shouldn't have. Liz sat next to me at the dinner table, and I finally got some time to talk to her. I tried to ask her about herself, but she seemed to avoid talking about herself and gave me vague answers. We had always been close, so I started to feel confused by this, wondering if maybe in the last year we had finally grown apart. I began to get the hint and stopped bugging her about her personal life. We talked about other things, mostly books and TV shows that we had a shared interest in. Still, it seemed superficial compared to our usual winding conversations that had no limits. Taboo Topics. After dinner, we found ourselves hanging out in the garage. Liz was smoking a cigarette, blowing the smoke through a cracked door that lead to the side of the backyard. This was always the place we would run off to when we wanted to escape the rest of the family. We were doing what we always did, teasing each other. "Come on, you were the one who used to have a crush on me when we were kids," Liz said. That was something that I doubted she was ever going to let me forget about. "Hey, if I remember correctly, you were the one who always wanted to play house and insisted on being husband and wife," I said. "Only so I could kick your lazy ass out when you burned dinner or didn't wash the dishes." "The food was plastic, and we didn't have running water in our playhouse. You didn't have to make me literally sleep in the doghouse!" I said. That was before we had a firm grasp that it was a saying and not literal. "Yes, I did," She said, leaning towards me. I leaned forward. "Why?" "Because it was funny," Liz said. We were leaning so close together, and we both became quiet, which was rare for Liz once she started teasing me. I looked into her beautiful eyes, thinking thoughts that I had been suppressing for years. I couldn't look into her eyes anymore. I thought the year away from her would be enough for me finally to get over my crush on my cousin, but instead, that absence seemed to make those feelings even stronger. I looked up, and my eyes went wide at what I saw nailed above us. Liz looked up and saw what I was looking at. "Mistletoe," Liz said and looked back into my eyes. The part of my brain that held my impulses in check must have been frozen from the cold weather. There was the briefest hesitation, and then we kissed. We wrapped our arms around each other, and the kiss deepened. This is it. It's finally happening. I was surprised by how right something that was supposed to be wrong felt. Now that my urges were finally free, I slid my hand down her back and squeezed her ass through her dress. Liz let out a surprised little moan at that, and she jumped away from my hand and against me. When she settled back down, I started to massage her ass. She moaned and leaned her head back against the wall while arching her lower body towards me and pressing her pelvis into mine. I kissed down her chin and started to kiss her pale neck. With each kiss, she let out tiny little exhales that were both cute and sexy. When I reached the hollow of her neck, I sucked hard. Liz moaned louder this time and ground her snatch into me. I kissed across the front of her neck and repeated the same thing on the other side with the same result. With a finger on my chin, she guided my lips back up to hers. Her succulent lips felt better than I could have ever imagined. Liz lowered a hand down my chest. I thought she was just going to rub my chest, but her hand kept on going lower. I had only a few seconds to realize what she was doing when she grasped my erection through my jeans and rubbed it. I faltered in kissing her because of the unexpected touch. Liz used my distraction to suck on my lip. It all felt so good, and I didn't want it to end. No sooner than when I thought that then I heard one of our family members approaching. We pulled apart quickly and caught our breath as our grandma walked into the garage to get something out of the fridge in there. She said one of our uncles was leaving for the night and for us to say goodbye. "Okay grandma, we will be right there," Liz said. Our grandma left. Liz rested her head on my shoulder, and I held her lightly as we calmed down. Once calmed down, Liz pulled back. Liz looked like she was about to say something but stopped. "Come on, let's go say good night." She didn't seem her usual confident self. I didn't blame her, what we just did had crossed a line that we shouldn't have, but she didn't seem to be upset at what just happened. As I followed her inside, I noticed more sway to her stride that drew attention to her ass. We walked back in and said goodbye to the first of the family to leave. It seemed like that was the cue for others to go because the others started to follow suit. Some of my family stayed at my grandparents' house, while the rest stayed at a nearby hotel. To keep it fair, my grandparents switched out every year who got to stay at their home. My family branch were the lucky ones who got to stay at my grandparents' house that year. Within a couple of hours, the only ones left at the house were my family and Liz's. They finally decided to leave for the night and told Liz that it was time to go now, interrupting her when she was in the middle of a conversation with me. Liz gave me a look and rolled her eyes. "I will be right back." When Liz came back, she told me how her family was leaving and then just stayed with me. "Aren't you going to leave with them?" I asked, confused. "No, I think I am going to stay here and hang out with my favorite cousin." "Okay, cool," I said and smiled. I had been afraid that maybe she was freaked out by our kiss and would want to get away from me as soon as possible. "But you have to give me a ride to the hotel later," Liz added. I did my best to keep my groan inward. After the drive I had, I didn't want to drive again for as long as possible, but if it was for Liz, then I would. "Okay." Liz and I sat in the downstairs living room on a wide loveseat, near the fireplace; as we continued to talk and reconnect after a year apart. She was still elusive when I asked her what she did for work. "It's just some dumb job that I don't like to think about. "So, Do the girls put out more in college?" she asked. "What?" I asked, even though I had heard her. I got flustered as I tried to answer. Liz laughed. "Relax, I was just joking." Around nine my grandparents said goodnight and went upstairs to their bedroom. My parents went up to bed a little later, leaving just Liz and me sitting downstairs alone. Liz asked me again about my dating life. "I don't really know. I am too busy with schoolwork and football. It doesn't really leave me much room for dating," I said. "But I bet girls are throwing themselves at you," Liz said. I thought about lying to her, but we had always told each other everything. "Yeah, there have been some girls that I have hooked up with that I met at parties, but dating never works out, since I am so busy." Liz leaned forward, pressing her hands on my thigh. "Why don't you tell me about one of those times," Liz said. "What; You mean," "Tell me about one of the last times that you hooked up with a girl," Liz said. Her voice became sultry. I hesitated. "Come on, we used to tell each other everything. I told you about what a train wreck the first time I tried to give a guy a blowjob." Liz was right. We used to tell each other everything that happened in our love and sex lives. It was one of the things that had lent so much concrete imagery to my fantasies about being with Liz. "Wasn't that when his pubes got stuck in your braces?" I asked. Liz took her hand off my thigh and hit me on the chest. "At least I didn't come instantly the first time a girl touched me between my legs." "Hey, that happens to a lot of people," I said, no longer enjoying this once I realized that if I wanted to go to war with her on this, that I had probably provided her with more than enough ammunition to take me down. "See. We used to tell each other everything, the good and the bad. I miss that." Liz took my hand and squeezed it. I had been thinking about it as well. "Okay," I said. "I went to one of the fraternity houses parties last year a few nights after we lost our chance of making it to the championship." "The match against the Aztecs?" Liz asked. "Yes, I am surprised you know that." Sports was never something we talked about. "I follow some college football and watched some games. Mostly because number 48 has such a cute ass," Liz said. I couldn't help but go red in the face at her compliment. "Yeah, that game. I was upset that we had lost, so the party was a great way to blow off steam, and I was drinking a bit more than I usually did." Liz laughed but didn't say what I knew she wanted to say. Those who knew me, knew that I couldn't hold my alcohol. Chris and the Sorority Girl. "I was messing around on the dance floor, and there was this beautiful girl out of nowhere dancing right up against me. I hadn't gotten much action for a bit since I was so busy, so when a hot girl started to grind against me, I didn't question it and grinded back." Liz's hand went back to my thigh and gently rubbed it as I told my story. "What happened next?" "The songs that kept on coming up were high energy ones, and we working up a sweat as we danced together. She would press herself right up against my erection and grind back into it, or work her hand down in between us, and she would grab and rub my shaft." Liz started to rub my thigh even harder. "I had my hands on her hips, and she grabbed them and guided them to where I wanted to touch the whole time, Down to her ass which was barely contained in the shorts she was wearing, up to her tits, she wasn't wearing a bra, and then back down, only this time she pressed my hand to the front of her shorts, and I could feel how warm she was and how her wetness was starting to soak through." Liz's hand inched closer towards my cock, but stopped just a couple inches short. "I will be right back," she said and got up, just when things were getting good. Liz came back a couple of minutes later and was holding her AirPods in her hands. "Here," She said, handing me one. "What?" I asked. Liz didn't answer; she just put her AirPod in. Liz had picked an EDM, electronic dance music song. Before I could ask her what she was doing, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. I stood up, and she guided me up over to the center of the room. "Dance," Liz told me. Since I hadn't had much more than a couple of glasses of wine that night with the family, I was far from being drunk enough to dance without inhibitions, but I decided to indulge her and started to try and dance to the music. A moment later, Liz began to grind her ass against me. She turned around and looked me in the eye as she ran her hands down my broad chest and pressed her body against me. Re-enacting A Dance Scene. I realized that she was enacting my story with me. I danced with Liz, enjoying the songs that she was playing and how she moved her body. I kept my eyes on her, taking in every movement. She moved so perfectly, I wondered when she got so good at dancing. Liz used to be so uncoordinated back when we were kids. She reached down between us. She ran her fingers along my erection, squeezing gently as she did. When on the fourth or fifth song, the high beats per minute songs switched to something a bit slower, and we danced more sensually against each other. Liz guided my hands from her hips down to her ass. I squeezed. It felt as if there was no barrier between her ass and my hands with how soft the material was. I pulled her short dress up and was surprised when I didn't feel any panties on her. I felt her panty line when I had been lowering my hands, So I realized that she must have been wearing a thong. Liz's ass felt so soft and toned, she had always been skinny growing up, but now she seemed to have put on some layers of lean muscle. Liz let me play with her ass for an entire song while she rubbed my erection through my jeans. At the start of the next song, Liz grabbed one of my hands and to pulled it up and around to her front. I knew where she was taking my hand, and I tried to rush my touch along. She set the pace and made me slow down my approach to her tits. When she finally let me put my hand over one of her tits, I started to paw at it roughly in excitement but managed to get a hold of myself and begin to fondle them a bit more gently. As I enjoyed the feel of her tits and ass in my hands, I thought for a moment how this couldn't get any better. I was pleasantly wrong. When the next song started, Liz grabbed my hand from touching her ass. I found my hand pressing against her snatch through her thin dress. Warmth radiated from her cunt as she pressed her body into me. I rubbed at her cunt, and she rubbed my cock up and down, jerking me off through my pants. She began to kiss up my neck, alternating from licking gently to sucking hard. The drop in the song happened, and Liz pulled me down and kissed me deeply. As we made out while dancing, she started to grind against my erection. I felt amazing, but I knew that it was only a small sample of the pleasure she could give me. "What happened next?" Liz asked me after kissing me deeply again. "She grabbed my hand and led me to one of the empty bedrooms," I said. That's when Liz grabbed my hand and led me to the guest bedroom, locking the door behind us. It was the only bedroom on the ground level of the house. "She pushed me down onto the bed." Liz did so. "And then she took off my pants, and before I had time to even think, she had my cock in her mouth and started to blow me." I didn't know if Liz would keep up with following along with the story I was telling, but if she did, then I was going to be glad that I had chosen this one. I wondered if she would do this. Making out and grinding against your cousin was one thing, but a blowjob was crossing even further past that line that I had been staring at for years. Liz reached down and started to undo my pants. I couldn't believe this was really happening when she got my belt open and pulled my pants and boxers down. I raised my hips to make it easier. For a moment, I thought that this might all be for a prank. Liz had been teasing me for years. She had gone through some great lengths in the past to embarrass me. I knew this was a paranoid thought, but it held for a moment. My erection sprung free, close to Liz's mouth as she continued to pull my pants down. She looked down at my cock for a moment. This would be the time for her to stop before we did something that we maybe shouldn't. I wasn't going to voice any complaints, it had all felt so good and right so far, but if she was too scared to take things even further, then I wouldn't blame her. Liz leaned down and kissed the tip of my erection. She swirled her tongue around the top of my erection and then started to take me into her mouth. I let out a moan as she made it halfway down my cock and continued to take it all the way in. Liz was beautiful, and the added taboo of my cousin sucking my cock made it look and feel even better. I watched intently as Liz took my entire seven inches into her mouth. When she got to the end, she deepthroated my cock without even pausing. I moaned again. Liz slowly pulled her mouth back off it. Once back up to the top, Liz sucked deeply on my cock head, her cheeks hollowing inwards. Liz effortlessly sucked on my cock. This was the best blowjob I had ever had. She was not only skilled at doing this, but she also did it eagerly. Liz licked from the bottom to top, using her tongue piercing to trace a path up along my shaft. I shivered as she pressed the metal up along my shaft. I had always had fantasies of having a girl with a tongue piercing blow me. Liz made it to the top of my shaft and twirled her tongue around my cock again, holding eye contact with me as she did it. She then licked at the sensitive part at the bottom of my cock head. The alternating feeling of her soft, warm tongue and the smoothness of the metal there made me moan again, louder this time. "Quiet," Liz scolded me, but I could tell in her voice that she was happy that she could cause me to have such a reaction. Liz blew me to the frantic beat of the song we were listening to. It all felt and looked so good. I was getting close to cumming, but I tried to hold back. Liz started to massage my balls with one hand, jerking me off with the other. She bobbed her head and moved her hand in one motion, touching most of my cock at once. When she would stroke downward, she would let go with all but her thumb and forefinger so that she could still take nearly all of me into her mouth, and then in her upward motion would add back the fingers as she jerked me off.   Lips of Liz. "Liz, I'm getting close," I groaned. Liz redoubled her efforts at blowing me and somehow managed to blow me even better than before. A minute was all I could last with this increased stimulation, and I grunted that I was about to cum. Liz blew me even harder and took me back into her throat. The soft pressure was too much, and I started to cum. I shot my first couple of loads right into her throat. Liz swallowed a couple of times, something that felt amazing with me still in her throat. She pulled back a little so the last couple of loads filled her mouth. Liz continued to blow me while milking the last of my cum up and out before swallowing one last time. "So, how was that, compared to the girl in your story?" Liz asked as she wiped off her mouth. "That was the best blow job I ever had," I said. I was still feeling such strong bliss that I was unable to not tell the truth. I only hoped me saying that wouldn't get to her head. Liz pulled her dress over her head. She was wearing a matching lacey black bra and panties. The black lingerie looked great against her pale skin. She climbed on top of me, and we started to make out. I began to play with her tits through her bra. Liz reached back and unclipped it so that it fell off under my touch. I continued to play with her perky tits, amazed finally to be touching them directly. I played with her nipples and her nipple piercings, gently pulling on them. Liz moaned into our kiss. Liz broke off the kiss and straightened up over my mouth, bringing her tits in closer. I leaned up and latched onto one of her nipples. She moaned loudly and pulled my head against her tits. I sucked harder. Liz held my head against her tit, and I opened my mouth, sucking most of her perky tit into my mouth. I could feel the heat and wetness from her sex as she straddled against my chest. I switched over to her other nipple, sucking hard on it. Liz started to grind her cunt into my chest as I continued to suck hard on her tits. I swirled my tongue around her nipple, and she moaned loudly. I told Liz that she needed to be quiet, and she answered me by pushing me back down so that I was lying on my back. She climbed over the top of me until her snatch, in all its glory, was spread out above me. As she lowered, I eagerly leaned up and stuck my tongue in between her lips. I alternated between licking along her outer lips and slipping my tongue inside of her. Even her snatch tasted better than any other girl who I had gone down on before. I flicked my tongue up and along her clit after a couple of minutes of ignoring it on purpose. Liz's entire body shook when I finally licked it, and she pressed her snatch down onto my mouth. Each additional lick caused her a mini spasm. As I ate her out, Liz started to grind her snatch down onto my mouth, timing her movements against my licks so that there would be the most amount of contact between us. She to pressed her snatch down onto my mouth for increasing amounts of time, making it hard to breathe sometimes, but I loved having her snatch right up against my mouth. As she rode my face, I was able to stick my tongue even deeper inside of her. It seemed like the deeper my tongue went, the better her snatch tasted. Reluctantly, I pulled back to catch my breath. When I went to lick her clit, she was rubbing it. I pushed my tongue deep inside of her. I did my best to take my time and focus on how Liz responded to what I did. I wanted to make Liz cum, but I knew that this wouldn't feel good for her if I tried to rush it. She seemed to like it when I would lick along the top of her snatch, licking her clit when she moved her fingers away to let me have access to it. As her orgasm approached, I did something that I knew would surprise her. When I pulled my tongue out of her, I shifted down a little and flicked my tongue along her anus. It was a good thing that Liz had her face pushed down onto the pillow because when I flicked my tongue across it, she moaned loudly into the bedding. I licked along the edge of her anus, and she moaned again. I worked my tongue closer from the edge. When I finally pressed my tongue against the center, she shivered. I reached up and started to rub along her anus with my fingers while I went back to licking her cunt. I began to rub her rosebud right at the center and then pressed my finger inside of her. When I worked the tip of my finger inside of her, she froze up. I was afraid that I had overstepped in doing this to her. I started to pull my finger back out of her. "No, leave it in," Liz said, so I did. Liz began to hump again against my face. She moved slower as she pushed my finger slowly in and out of her ass. Liz built back up to speed, my finger working its way in and out of her. She must have done anal before because she seemed to get used to my finger inside of her quickly. Liz built back up to her orgasm and started to grind against my mouth and finger even harder. She let out a loud muffled moan, and then she shook on top of me as she came. She pressed her cunt against my mouth and her ass clenched around my finger. Liz let out one last moan, and then she went limp on top of me. Liz climbed off it and under the blankets. I didn't know what to do when she called me to join her in bed. Once I was under the covers, she pressed her naked body against me. I was grateful for her body warmth; this room was always coldest in the house. Sleep came easily to me with Liz in my arms. Christmas Morning. I woke up at five in the morning on Christmas Day, feeling incredibly warm. I wondered where the source of the warmth was coming from. As I moved my hand, I felt the suppleness of a tit. The memories of last night came flooding back. I was in bed with my cousin Liz! I knew that I should get up soon before anyone else in the house woke up and discovered Liz in bed with me. The door was locked, but if we emerged from a locked room together, that would look strange. I kept telling myself to get up and go lay on the couch, but then I would tell myself that another five minutes wouldn't hurt. Liz's naked and warm body pressed against me just felt too good. I had forgotten that Liz was a snorer, which I thought was cute but would be making fun of her for later. Finally, when it was close to six, I forced myself to get up. I grabbed a blanket from out of the closet and a pillow from the bed. It was a delicate maneuver since Liz was somehow on every pillow at once. After I managed to pull one pillow out from under her arm, I looked down on Liz's beautiful naked body; she had kicked off the covers as I went to grab a pillow. She wasn't covered in tattoos yet, but the ones she did have, looked cool and accented her pale, beautiful body. I pulled the blanket back over her and kissed her on her forehead. Her brow lost its furrow, she smiled, and stopped stirring in her sleep. I got dressed and went back to the living room with the fireplace. The couch was so plush that I fell asleep quickly. The smell of bacon frying and the sound of cooking in the kitchen woke me up. I wanted to get up and investigate, but it was so warm under the blanket. I decided to wait to get up until breakfast was fully ready. I felt someone standing over me, and then a moment later, I was being poked in the ribs. "Wake up sleepy head, breakfast is almost ready, and the whole family is almost here." I rolled out from the blanket and looked up. Liz was wearing a pink apron with white frills on the edges that contrasted with her black band t-shirt and ripped jeans that she knew drove her parents crazy. "Nice apron." "Are you sure you want to make fun of the person who is going to be serving your food?" Liz asked. "Point taken. It looks good on you." "Sure," Liz said and walked back towards the kitchen. I watched her walk, admiring the sway of her hips and the way her jeans clung to her ass. When Liz was nearly back into the kitchen, she looked around and caught me checking her out. She smiled at me, and then she was in the kitchen and then out of sight behind a counter. I had been worried that maybe things would be weird between us after what had happened between us the night before, but things seemed to be okay. I felt a weight lifted from inside as I realized what happened wouldn't drive a wedge between Liz and me. I folded up my blanket and returned it and the pillow back where they came from. Liz had left the bed unmade. I shook my head at her and made the bed back up, which was a struggle with how much she had kicked the blankets and under sheet around during the night. Once the bed was made, I used the restroom and walked into the kitchen. My entire family was there, seated at the small table or on the barstool chairs, drinking coffee or orange juice. "It's about time you are up. You never sleep in," my mom said, handing me a glass of orange juice. "It's my fault. I kept him up late last night catching up and talking," Liz said. "That's why you didn't come back to your hotel room last night?" Liz's mom asked. "Yeah, it got too late for Christo take me home, so he let me have the guest room and slept on the couch," Liz said. "We thought you went out," Liz's mom said. There was so much venom in her voice as she said that, as if going out for a night on the town was one of the vilest things she could imagine. "Geeze, mom, it's not like I am going to go out and fuck some random guy on Christmas Eve when I am in town to be with family. I spent all night with Chris, so unless you think I fucked my cousin last night, then you have nothing to worry about." The whole kitchen fell silent at this, and I nearly spit out my orange juice at what Liz just said. I guess what she said was technically true, we didn't have sex last night, but I still couldn't believe that she said that to her mom. Liz's mom did what she did whenever she got embarrassed by some vulgar thing Liz said, and she stormed away. Liz's dad gave her a look and followed his wife. It wasn't a family get together if Liz's mom didn't storm away at least once. It seemed good that the quota had been met so early in the day because the rest of the family went right back to what they were doing. When breakfast was ready, everyone grabbed a plate and went to the mountain of breakfast food to load up their plates. Christmas breakfast wasn't as formal as dinner, where we would all eat together in the dining room. The dining room and kitchen were full, so we went out to the heated porch to eat. "I still can't believe you said that to your mom," I said to Liz as we sat down. "Hey, technically, it was the truth. I am tired of her constantly trying to degrade me in front of the family just because I am not in college, not because I need to get an education, but in her words, that's where I need to be if I want to find a good man to settle down with. All she wants of me is to be some housewife. Don't even get me started on all of the times she told me I was going to be going to hell," Liz said exasperatedly. "Yeah, technically it was the truth, but still crazy that you said it," I said. I took a bite of perfectly crispy bacon. "Relax, they wouldn't put something crazy like that past me doing, but it's not like they are going to think bad of the family's golden boy," Liz said. I hated whenever she called me that, and it usually would get to me enough for me to call her something back, but I was in too good of a mood to let her goad me into one of our usual arguments. I started to talk lower and hated getting serious so suddenly, but I didn't want to leave things vague between us. If I didn't ask, I would worry all day, and I would rather face the issue than leave myself wondering about it all day. "So, you don't regret anything about what happened last night?" I asked. Liz looked like she was about to say another joke, but she seemed to change my mind when she saw how serious I was. "I don't have any regrets about last night. I enjoyed it, and you did too. What is there to regret?" "Nothing, I just wanted to make sure things are still okay between us." "Don't worry , cuz, I think things are more than okay between us." I nearly jumped when I felt Liz's hand on my thigh. Liz smiled at me, that same smile that she gave me last night when she was about to blow me. Liz rubbed her hand on my thigh. "What does that mean?" I asked. "I think you can figure it out," Liz said and pulled her hand away. "Wait, did you just use my pants as a napkin?" "Yep," Liz said as she grabbed our empty plates and got up to take them to the kitchen. After breakfast, we did the gift exchange under the large fake Christmas tree, like we always did. I thought it was a little weird that we still did this tradition even though the youngest in the family were too old for it, but no one so far had started to have kids yet. It was messed up, but most of my family had thought Liz would be the first to have a kid, from my cousins and me, most likely in high school, according to Liz's mom, but Liz seemed smart and stubborn enough to not prove them right. I loved my family, but some of them were really fucked up when it came to Liz. I always tried to be the mediator and hold the family together when there were fights, but it took a lot out of me. I had to admit that even though we were too old for some of these traditions, I still enjoyed them, even if they were also annoying. I had to be so much for so many people, back at school that it was nice to come home and just focus on how my family saw me and on myself. The version of myself that my family saw, was also tough to uphold, but it was sometimes the closest version of myself. Family Memories on video. After the present exchange, my grandparents got out the scrapbooks and home movies and reminisced about past holidays and events. Liz sat next to me, cramming me into the edge of the sofa. With so many of us in the living room with the fireplace, all the seats were full. Other chairs had been carried over from the kitchen. Liz was pressed right against me, her familiar warmth a constant reminder of last night. As the trips down the well-traveled memory lane were trodden down yet again, Liz initially tried to act like she was bored and didn't care. Before long, she joined in the retelling of family events, usually to defend herself when a story was brought up about something bad that she had done. Still, I could tell that she enjoyed spending this time with her family. Those conversations were some of the only times Liz and her mom talked to each other without any malice, as they remembered their stories. I got a warm feeling in my stomach from all of this. Some things had changed, but they were still close enough for me to be able to slip back into the nostalgia. Throughout the day, Liz would do little things to remind me of the previous night. When it was just us or when no one was looking, Liz would whisper filthy things into my ear and pat me on the ass or grab at my crotch. I would get red in the face. Every time I tried to say something to her, another family member would always pop up, so I would have to stop what I was about to say. I would give Liz a look, telling her that I would say something later, but she would just smile or shrug. She always seemed her happiest when she was messing with me. We had Christmas dinner early. This time everyone sat together at the dining room table. My grandparents said grace, and then we started to eat. I was surprised that Liz and her mom managed to get along the whole day after their argument in the morning. This second party was even better than the one the night before. Everyone seemed to be in the holiday spirit. I wanted the day to last forever, so of course, time flew by. Before I knew it, family members started to go back to their hotels, and then everyone was off to bed again. Liz chose to stay longer and hang out with me again. We found ourselves on the couch again, watching TV together. We were originally sitting on opposite ends of the couch, but the moment the last of our family went up to go to bed, Liz scooted over and lay against me. Having her be close again, and us finally be alone, made my heart thump wildly from nerves. I wondered if anything was going to happen again between us, and if so, what? I hadn't felt this nervous around a girl in years. I wrapped an arm around her, and Liz snuggled up against me. To be continued. Based on a post by storyteller 19, for Literotica. Holidays With Cousin Liz: Part 2. Liz has a present for Chris. Based on a post by storyteller 19. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. We watched TV together for an hour, mostly in silence, which was rare for Liz, who loved to talk during TV and movies. Nearly the whole time, I was hard, but as turned on as I was by having Liz close again, I also didn't want to try and force things by starting something with her prematurely. It felt right to be holding Liz, and I didn't want to rush things. When it was nearly ten, Liz turned off the TV. She reached up and grabbed at my face and gently caressed it. I looked down at her, and we looked into each other's eyes. Her face was lit by the warm glow of the fireplace. She looked so beautiful. I leaned in and we kissed each other, slowly and sensually. This seemed so different from how she was last night, but not better or worse. Last night, we acted like we satisfied a hunger after starving, but on that second night together, we started out slower and more sweetly. We sat on the couch, making out for nearly a half-hour. Liz broke the kiss, and we looked into each other's eyes in the dimly lit room. Liz stood up and grabbed the fireplace poker. she stirred the remnant pieces apart and the fire transformed to a red glow. She adjusted the damper to a slight ventilation and put the tool away. Turning to me, she smiled, then grabbed my hand. I got up and then she led me into her bedroom. Liz closed the door and locked it. She went back to kissing me, pressing me against the wall. Once we were behind closed doors, she continued our liplock while she swiftly unbuckled, unsnapped, and unzipped my jeans. Swiftly she reached down into my bozers and quickly found my straining erection, and started jerking me off. I kissed down Liz's neck, sucking hard on it and making her moan. I kissed down her collarbone and the top of her chest, pulling at her Aerosmith T-shirt to kiss more of her chest. Liz pulled off her shirt, and I kissed her cleavage. She swiftly unhooked her bra and shrugged it off so that I didn't even have to pause on my way down to her nipples. I licked around her areola and then flicked my tongue across one of her nipples. As she started to moan, I latched onto her tit and began to suck on it, causing her to moan even louder. Liz ran her free hand through my hair. I took nearly all of a tit into my mouth while lapping against it with my tongue and then sucked on it, pulling on her sensitive nipples. I switched back and forth between each of her tits. Liz pulled her hand out of my pants and slipped them down further. Once they were loose, she pulled me back up to kiss her. She flicked her tongue across my lip, and then I met her tongue with mine, and we started to french kiss. Liz pulled my college sweatshirt shirt up and over my head. Once my shirt was on the floor, she sucked and nibbled my lip, and then started to kiss down my neck, rougher than she was last night. I was afraid that she was intentionally trying to leave me a hickey from how hard she was sucking on my neck. Even though it would be so stupid, I wanted some physical mark to prove to myself that this was happening with my beautiful cousin a second night in a row. Liz kissed her way down my chest. When she got down to my stomach, she pulled my pants the rest of the way down, along with my boxers. My rock-hard cock sprung up, nearly smacking Liz on the mouth as she dropped down to her knees. I slipped my feet out of my pants and kicked them away. Liz grabbed my pants and kicked them against the crack in the door, hiding that the lamp light was on. She wrapped her hand around my rigid phallus and held it at its base. Her other hand cupped under my ball-sack and fondled the two boulders within. I shivered in pleasure when Liz looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers and kissed the tip of my cock. She seemed to make out with it as she kissed, licked, and sucked on the top of my cock. Everything she did felt great, and being able to better see her doing it, made it feel even better. She skilfully rubbed her tongue along the sensitive frenulum while her lips locked tightly, to hold my glans ridge captive to her lustful intents. Then she leaned down and pressed her tongue onto my ball sack, licking against my balls. I hadn't been expecting her to do that, and I couldn't help but moan. Liz took one of my balls into her mouth and sucked on it. It made me feel vulnerable to her passions, but it also felt so good that it almost hurt. Liz knew just the right amount of pressure to use. She stroked me in long slow strokes as she sucked on my balls, first one, then the other, and then both at the same time. Most girls I had been with usually ignored my balls if they even gave me a blowjob, so I wasn't used to having so much time spent on them. After sucking on my balls for a few minutes, Liz put her lips back onto my cock, only this time she started to take me all the way into her mouth. In one quick motion, she took my entire length into her mouth. I moaned as she took me effortlessly into her throat. Liz held there for a minute and then slowly pulled back off my cock to catch her breath. My entire cock was coated in her saliva. Liz took a couple of breaths and then took me back into her mouth. She started to blow me quickly, her lips sliding up and down my cock effortlessly; her tongue rubbing me in a firm swallowing motion, over and over. Liz would alternate from looking down at what she was working on; and looking up at me while she blew me. When she looked me in the eyes, it turned me on so much, but it also seemed oddly intimate, and I felt slightly vulnerable as we looked at one another. After blowing me for a couple of minutes, Liz took me back all the way into her throat and held my cock there again. While I was deep inside of her, she rapidly stroked at the underside of my cock with her tongue. She kept me inside of her mouth for a minute and a half and then pulled back from my cock with a gasp. I thought she would go back to blowing me, but instead, Liz stood up, grabbed my cock, and walked towards the bed. Liz undid her pants with her other hand, and dropped them to the floor as she walked. She lay down on her back and pulled me on top of her, kissing me deeply, I straddled over her, our naked bodies pressed against each other. She reached down between us, grasped my cock, and started to rub it against her cunt lips. I froze up at the warmth and softness of her cunt. Liz nestled my cock between her cunt lips. "I want you inside of me," Liz breathed in between kisses as she started to move so that her cunt rubbed against the tip of my cock. "I want you, too," I said and then, in a moment of honesty, added, "I have wanted you for so long." "I know. Why do you think I have teased you so much all these years?" Liz said, raising her lips so that the head of my cock slipped ever so slightly more inside of her. "To annoy me?" I asked. "That's part of it." Liz laughed. "But the other reason is that I have wanted you too," Liz said. I had one last moment of doubt if I should do this or not. Liz nibbled my earlobe. "I want you to fuck me." There was so much desire in Liz's voice. I didn't know what to say to that, but I knew what I could do in response. Going All The Way. I inched forward to both enjoy this moment and make it easy in case Liz decided to change her mind. She kept on kissing me, so I continued to press forward. I slowly worked my way inside of her. She was tight and incredibly wet. It was hard not to just thrust all the way inside of her. Being inside of Liz felt so good for so many reasons. When I bottomed out inside of her, she let out a little gasp, her body arching in pleasure at the contact of me deep inside of her. I froze in place for a moment to take in the sensation of her cunt wrapped around my cock. After getting used to the fantastic feeling of her cunt I pulled nearly all the way out and then thrust back into her quickly. Liz let out a satisfied moan when she took me fully inside of her. I tried to start off slow, but Liz humped up against me, meeting my downward thrusts. It felt too good for us to take it slow, and before long, we were fucking quickly. She held onto my shoulders, holding her body up off the bed to give her better space to thrust back up against me, or she clenched at my ass, pulling me in deeper with each thrust. Fucking Liz felt so right. It seemed like we instantly knew what the other one was going to do before they did it. Every thrust was timed perfectly to ensure the highest amount of pleasure between us. It didn't take me long to work up a sweat, my body feeling both hot and cold. I was starting to get a little out of breath. If we kept up at this pace, I wouldn't last for as long. I was glad for the release from the previous night, without which I would have come instantly when I first entered her. Liz stopped humping up against me and pressed her hand against my chest. I got off her, and she pushed me down onto my back and straddled me. She held my erection in place just at the entrance of her cunt, and then she lowered herself, taking my entire cock in one quick motion. Her cunt felt even better in this position. Liz leaned down and kissed me as she started to rock her ass up and down, working my cock against the top of her snatch as she rode my cock. I laid there for a couple of minutes, enjoying the feel of Liz perfectly riding my cock. I grabbed her perfect ass and could feel her muscles tighten and loosen as she humped me. I rocked my hips in time with her. Before long, we worked our way back to the quick pace we had built up to before. Liz started to moan more and took shallow breaths as we continued to fuck. It felt good, but it was too good; I could feel each stroke bringing me closer to an orgasm. I didn't want to cum before Liz got off. There was no guarantee that anything would happen again between us. If we were going to break this taboo together, I wanted to make sure to make this the best sex possible. Without breaking the rhythm of riding my cock she pushed on my chest and straightened up so that she was straddling my cock. Immediately her cunt felt even tighter around my cock as she continued to ride me. We both moaned at the same time. Liz pulled up so that just the tip of my cock was inside of her, and then she slammed down, taking it all in at once before pulling right back up and doing it again. I grabbed at her hips and used them to help me better slide in and out of her. Every few strokes, when Liz would take me all the way inside of her, she wouldn't pull back off immediately; instead, she would do a little grinding against me so that my cock pressed even more against her cunt walls. After a few times of doing that, Liz added that grinding motion as she went up and down on my cock, making it feel even better with each stroke. I loved the way her tits bounced as she rode up and down on my cock, and the way her face would contort in pleasure when I timed a thrust perfectly or hit her in a new sensitive spot. I was getting too close to my orgasm, but Liz seemed to be breathing heavier. She started to rub at her clit while supporting herself by leaning back onto the bed with the other hand, so I hoped that she was close enough to cum before me. It gave me a better view of my cock disappearing in and out of her tight cunt with her leaning back. My cock was soaked in her juices and made me slide in and out of her with ease. She started to rock back and forth on my cock, and her fingers rubbed furiously against her clit. Liz's moans got so loud that I was afraid that we would wake up our family, but at this point, I was too far along to do anything to stop. "Awe Chris, that's it, fuck me harder," Liz said. I held onto her hips tighter and started to fuck her even harder. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me," Liz moaned. I knew that if we kept up like this, our family would hear. I sat up and pulled Liz off me. "Why?" She asked in a huff. I pushed her down on all fours, moved around behind her, put my hands on her hips, and then entered her fully from behind in rough thrust. Liz let out a pleasure-filled, "Oh," as I bottomed out inside of her. Liz arched her ass up against me and pressed her face down onto the bed. I had dreamed about taking Liz from behind for so long, and now that I was close to cumming I made sure to enjoy my fantasy come to life. Liz started to hump back against me. I could hear her moaning loudly into the bedding. I was surprised by how much her muffled moans turned me on. I felt her place her hand back onto her clit, and she started to rub it again. I could hear Liz's muffled moans get even louder, and then she stopped humping against my cock. She pressed her cunt back against me, taking my cock inside of her and then rocking randomly against it as her orgasm hit. As she came, I stopped holding back. I thrust into her a few more times, and with a grunt, I started to cum inside her. I held onto Liz's hips to steady myself as my body went numb with pleasure as I shot my loads inside of her as we came together. Liz's random humps slowed down as her orgasm passed, and she slowly rode my cock. When she finally stopped, I pulled out of her and laid on the bed beside her, catching my breath. Liz stayed like that for a moment with her ass up in the air, and then she laid on her side facing me. We scooted towards each other and wrapped our arms around each other. We lay like that for some time. "That was;" I started to say but didn't know the words for it. Liz leaned forward and kissed me sweetly. "I know," she said. I lay there not believing what finally happened when suddenly a thought interrupted my bliss, and I nearly jumped out of bed. Liz placed one of my hands between her tits and cradled it there with her hands as I wrapped my other hand around her. Her heart was beating so fast, just like mine. "What?" Liz asked. "I came in you, I shouldn't have done that, if you get," Liz put a hand to my chest and a finger to my lips. "Calm down. I wanted you to do that, it makes it feel even better, and I am on the pill, so you don't have to worry," Liz said. "Oh, okay, good," I said, embarrassed by my outburst, and wrapped my arms back around Liz. "Merry Christmas," Liz said. "Yeah, the best merry Christmas," I said with a smile. A few minutes later, Liz got up and grabbed the towel that I had used earlier in the day. "I will be right back. I am going to go clean up," Liz said and walked out of the room. There was a bathroom right across from the bedroom, but I still thought it was crazy that Liz walked out of the room naked. I lay there with my fingers laced behind my head as I stared up at the ceiling, a smile on my face as I rode the post-sex endorphin rush. Liz stepped back inside and gently closed the door behind her. I watched as she walked towards me and climbed into bed, trying my best to ingrain the image of her naked body into my memory. Liz climbed into bed beside me, rested her head on my chest, and pressed her body against me. I held her with one arm and played with her hair. I knew she was awake for a time, but neither one of us said anything. Before long, I heard her start to snore loudly against my chest, so loud that it woke me up when I was nearly drifting off to sleep. I smiled and lay there for a few minutes, holding her and listening to her snore. Couch Time. When I was starting to drift back off to sleep, even with her snoring, I knew that I better move out to the living room before I fell asleep with Liz again. After that night's physical exertions, I doubted that I would be able to wake up again this morning. I carefully got out of bed to not wake Liz again, but I knew that she was a deep sleeper. My theory had always been that her snores made her deaf to the world as she slept. I pulled the blanket over her and tucked her in. After I got dressed, I kissed on the top of her head. I grabbed my blanket and managed to sneak a pillow again off the bed, and I went back out to the living room. It took me some time to fall asleep even though I was exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to go back into the room and sleep beside Liz but knew that I couldn't. After some tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep. I woke up to someone kissing me. I opened my eyes, and Liz beamed down at me. "Good morning," Liz said. It was still so early that the sun hadn't fully started to rise. "Good morning," I said. I sat up, and Liz climbed onto my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me tightly as she kissed me deeply. As we kissed, my fear that last night was going to be the only time we had sex evaporated. Liz kissed me like how you kissed a lover, and while I didn't know what exactly was going to happen in the future, I knew that the last couple of nights wouldn't be stand-alone events. "My family is on their way to say goodbye, and then I am going to head back to the hotel with them to pack up my stuff." "Oh," I said. Liz lived in Portland, several states away from her family. "So, my flight leaves later today, but I was wondering, since you don't have school for a few weeks, if you wanted to come and visit me," Liz asked, looking down as she spoke. I realized that she was nervous about asking me this. My fearless cousin Liz, nervous at asking me to visit her over my Christmas break. If I hadn't just had sex with Liz the night before, then seeing her nervous about something would have been the craziest thing that happened to me this weekend. I didn't say anything for a moment, and she looked up at me expectantly. "While I mean, I did have some plans," I said. When she started to pout, I couldn't go on with it, "Yeah, I can come to visit you." "You jerk, you were just stalling," Liz said as she threw her arms around me and gave me another huge kiss. I already had morning wood from when I woke up, and I got even harder as Liz started to dry hump me. I began to play with her tits when we heard footsteps coming down the steps. She jumped off me and gave me one last peck on the lips before running back into the guest room. I smiled. I was so used to seeing Liz be sarcastic and aloof; it was odd seeing this sweet side of her. I thought about that for a bit as I laid back down to look like I was still asleep. Liz took a shower first. When she emerged, she was wearing one of my T-shirts without asking, but I loved seeing her in it, so I didn't say anything to her. By the time I took a shower, more family had shown up, including Liz's. They stayed for a couple of hours to have a small breakfast and coffee before they were going to head back to the hotel and pack up. Liz and I spent every possible moment together. Not only did she give me her phone number to make sure we kept in better touch, but she also took my phone and added her Snapchat and Instagram accounts to my phone. I rarely used the apps, and I told her so, but she told me I better use them to talk to her; otherwise, I would regret it. I knew that we would see each other again soon, but I didn't want to see her leave. I walked her and her family to their rented car when it was time for them to drive back to the hotel. Our hug goodbye lingered until we reluctantly let go. As Liz was getting in the car, she checked her purse and said how her phone wasn't in it and that she must have left it in the guest room. She said she would be right back to her family and asked me to come with her to call her phone with mine. "So, where did you last see it?" I asked Liz when we walked into the room. "Right here in my bag," Liz said, holding up her phone. "Why did you say you didn't have it?" I asked her. "So that I could give you a proper goodbye," Liz said as she hugged again, but this time also kissed me. We kissed deeply for several minutes, neither one of us wanting to break off the kiss. Our kisses started to die down, and we tried to stop, but we kept on doing small kisses. We were both left panting when we finally pulled apart. "I want you so badly again," Liz said as she rested her head on my shoulder. "Me too. I don't want to see you go." "Promise you will visit me soon." "I promise," I said, already planning on seeing her as soon as possible. We walked back out to our gathered family. "Sorry it took so long. I had my phone on silent," Liz said as we walked back up. Liz gave me one last hug and then got into the car, and they drove away. I watched them leave, feeling an odd sense of loneliness. I went back to the guest room and laid in the same bed that we had had sleepovers in together when we were kids, the same bed that last night we had sex for the first time in. I pressed the pillow that she laid on last night against my face and inhaled her scent. I lay on my back and pressed the pillow to my face, and inhaled. I felt my phone go off in my pocket. I checked it, and Liz told me that they had made it back to the hotel. She asked me what I was doing, and I told her how I was lying in bed. She called me lazy, and I asked her how I could be both lazy and an overachiever at the same time? She somehow avoided answering me, even though I was confident that I was bringing up a good point. I stayed one more day at my grandparents with my family, and then the next day, I drove home. I wasn'

This week of Deck the Hallmark is presented by Aura Frames. Exclusive $45-off Carver Mat at https://on.auraframes.com/DECK  // Promo Code:  DECK---Alonso is back to finish our journey through Season 2 of Mistletoe Murders with a double-episode breakdown of 'Twas the Fight Before Christmas (Part 1 & Part 2).ABOUT: MISTLETOE MURDERS – 'TWAS THE FIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMASPart 1: Emily shelters a suspect while investigating a fancy restaurant owner's murder to prove their innocence. Sam is rattled by his ex-wife's unexpected arrival.Part 2: Emily and Sam investigate a murder before a Christmas restaurant event. Emily faces danger, shares her past with Sam and stops running. Violet bonds with her mother.AIR DATE & NETWORK FOR: MISTLETOE MURDERS – 'TWAS THE FIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMASNovember 21, 2025 | Hallmark Mystery ChannelCAST & CREW OF: MISTLETOE MURDERS – 'TWAS THE FIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMASSarah Drew as EmilyPeter Mooney as SamBRAN'S MISTLETOE MURDERS – 'TWAS THE FIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS SYNOPSISWe're at a restaurant and Emily gets attacked by someone with a knife! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!Flash back one week: Emily is full of Christmas spirit, singing Jingle Bells. Famous Ray stops by to tell Emily there's a new fine-dining spot opening across town. His friend is opening it and asks if she'd help come up with a Christmas meal for the soft launch.Cut to the restaurant, where they're still scrambling to get it ready. The owner, Danny, is in a huge argument with the contractor because he owes him a lot of money. Danny can't afford anything and his wife, Lauren, is not thrilled. Danny introduces Emily to Carrie, their sommelier, and Chef John Mark. John Mark is not impressed with her Victorian cookbooks, so she leaves—only to witness Danny and Famous Ray arguing.Later, Sam gets a call: there's been a murder. Danny is dead in the snow, his knuckles red.Emily goes to talk to Famous Ray to ask more about Chimera and notices his knuckles are red. I'm sure it's nothing. She asks if he went straight to the Chimera source. While they're talking, he gets a call—Danny is dead.Flashback: Emily in her Chimera days, stealing money from a billionaire—“You gotta do bad to do some good.” She kisses Aaron (the guy from the last episode).Sam brings Lauren in to question her. She hopes Sam won't shut them down because “this is Danny's legacy.”Sam asks Emily what she knows. She mentions the contractor… and the argument she saw with Famous Ray.That night, Emily gets home and finds Famous Ray waiting inside (totally normal, very chill). He's like, “Listen, I can't have the police poking around my business. I did punch Danny, but that's it. He was fine when I left.”The next morning he makes pancakes but has to hide when Sam drops by. Sam tells her Famous Ray left town and to call if she hears anything.Emily checks in on the staff. She discovers the chef and Lauren have a past—and he took the job to be close to her, even though it was a step down. Emily also witnesses a big argument between Chef John Mark and Carrie, the sommelier.On her way out, she sees Sam—and Sam is shocked to learn that Violet's mom (his ex), Monica, is in town.Flashback: Aaron tells Emily he's the one who framed their principal back in the day. He was “just trying to protect her.”Violet meets with her mom but doesn't stay long. Clearly, there are feelings there.Emily goes to get her cookbooks from John Mark and sees the place nearly empty. So she snoops—naturally—and finds paperwork showing Lauren owns 100% of the business. Weird, huh. She tries to crack the safe but gets interrupted by Carrie, who says she probably won't be around long anyway.Later, Emily runs into contractor Jason, who apologizes for his earlier behavior.She walks into the diner and sees Monica, who asks if things are serious between Sam and Emily.Emily brings Sam to talk to Famous Ray so he can clear his name. His story holds up, but Sam warns her not to trust the wrong friend.Flashback: Emily has trusted the wrong person before. She once confronted her boyfriend after discovering some pretty bad stuff.Back in the present, Emily grows more suspicious of John Mark. Before she investigates, Sam shows up. The place looks closed, but he walks in anyway. It's dark. He pokes around. We see a hand grab a bottle of wine. Emily calls him—because she's getting nervous.We see Sam get knocked out and dragged across the floor.Emily panics and goes inside. She sees the wine trail leading to the walk-in freezer. She opens it and finds Sam. She steps inside—the door slams shut. No cell signal. But they see scratches on the steel door… maybe that's why Danny's knuckles were red?So these two lovebirds are stuck in a freezer together.Flashback: Emily confronts Aaron. He's been diverting stolen money into offshore accounts and making deals with terrorist organizations. Cops burst in. Aaron escapes.Emily tells Sam her name used to be Grace. He says it suits her… and then they KISSSSSS!!! Thankfully contractor Jason appears and rescues them.He brings them to a fire to warm up and says someone texted him to come, but he doesn't know who. Then he saw the safe had been broken into. Jason swears it wasn't him.John Mark shows up. They drop the act—he's not French. He gives in immediately.During questioning, he says they should look at Jason. Jason knew the freezer handle was broken. And he “just happened” to know to come help? Shady.Sam questions Lauren next. She says the safe was empty when someone broke into it—because she emptied it earlier and found $30k. No idea where it came from, but she used it to pay Jason so the opening could happen.Sam invites Emily to the grand opening—because all the suspects will be there.Flashback: Aaron is missing and appears to be rebuilding Chimera. The feds ask Emily to help track him down.Grand opening time. Sam and Emily walk in looking SPIFFY. First course begins. The sommelier spills wine on Jason. Lauren sends her home. John Mark then slips up and mentions Danny's chipped tooth—something no one knew. John Mark panics and runs. Sam chases him. John Mark insists Danny confronted him about not being French, flashed a chipped tooth, and then John Mark later found him dead in the freezer. He moved the body so it wouldn't ruin the opening.The sommelier returns and disappears with Lauren. Emily follows and finds the sommelier holding Lauren at gunpoint. She spills everything: Danny promised her an ownership stake in exchange for 100k, but since he didn't own anything, she wanted her money back. He didn't have it. So she trapped him in the freezer.A fight breaks out—bringing us back to the movie's opening. She holds a knife to Emily's throat. Emily fights back, kicks her down, and knocks her out. Criminal: obliterated.The movie ends with Sam bringing Emily to a gazebo for their first date. She says it's perfect. She tells him he can ask her anything. She's ready. She reveals she used to be in intelligence, was hunting someone down, and walked into a trap. Grace “died” that day. She took a new identity.He says he's glad she did. They kiss BIGGGG ONESSSSS. She says there's more she has to tell him—things she's not proud of—but he says he knows who she really is. More kissing.The next morning she wakes up excited to get coffee with Sam. There's a knock at the door—she thinks it's him.It's not.It's Aaron.“Merry Christmas, Grace. 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Send us a textEric and Andrea dive into the final mystery of Mistletoe Murders: Twas the Fight Before Christmas. Eric has been loving Season 2 but Andrea has been lukewarm, still preferring Season 1. But did this mystery change all that?Plus they review Holiday Touchdown: A Bills Love Story, Mellt My Heart This Christmas, and the latest Finding Mr Christmas Episode. Eric had picked Melt My Heart as his sleeper pick of the season. Was he right?Follow us on social media: Instagram and TikTok: @hallmarkmysteriesandmoreYoutubeOr visit our website. This podcast was created by fans for fans and is NOT affiliated with or sponsored by Hallmark or the Hallmark Channel.

Season two of Mistletoe Murders comes to an exciting conclusion on this edition of The Hallmark Cafe with a huge cliffhanger. We shuffle off to Buffalo for "A Bills Love Story' and bundle up for a very wintery "Melt My Heart This Christmas." But we start off with our takes on the unscripted series, "Baked with Love" and "Finding Mr. Christmas." Your table is waiting here at The Hallmark Cafe!

⭐ Typical Skeptic Podcast #2320 — Promo Package (Concise)Would you please post these links, https://www.starseedawakening.org/plans-pricing, https://www.starseedawakening.org/shop-products , https://www.facebook.com/miesha.johnson.5209Guest: Miesha JohnstonTime: Tonight • 8 PM Eastern

Today on Typical Skeptic Podcast, I'm honored to welcome Eve Lorgen – counselor, hypnotherapist, anomalous trauma researcher and author of The Love Bite: Alien Interference in Human Love Relationships and The Dark Side of Cupid.Eve has been on the front lines of this work since the early 1990s, counseling alien abductees, MILABs, mind control survivors, DID/RA survivors, and targets of spiritual warfare and demonic/psychic attacks. She coined the term “alien love bite” to describe orchestrated love relationships engineered by non-human intelligences and has helped countless experiencers recognize and heal from these patterns and from Complex Trauma/CPTSD that often begins in childhood.Today we're going to get into what anomalous trauma really is, how alien and paranormal forces can manipulate love and bonding, how this overlaps with cult and narcissistic abuse, and most importantly, what real recovery and spiritual sovereignty look like.3. Bio (for description / pin comment)About Eve LorgenEve Lorgen is a dedicated counseling and hypnotherapy professional, author, and anomalous trauma researcher. She began her pioneering work with alien abductees, MILABs and mind control victims while earning her Masters Degree in Counseling Psychology in 1992. She also holds a BS in Biochemistry and worked in the biotechnology industry for 7 years.In 1994, Eve started one of the early support groups for experiencers of anomalous trauma in San Diego County, CA, and she continues to consult with clients worldwide from her home in Western North Carolina. She was a close associate of Barbara Bartholic and is committed to continuing and expanding the work of Dr. Karla Turner.Eve LorgenEve is the author of:The Love Bite: Alien Interference in Human Love RelationshipsThe Dark Side of Cupid (Keyhole Publishing, 2012; updated 2nd edition now available)Her research focuses on “anomalous trauma” – events outside the normal range of human experience – including alien abductions, near-death experiences, shamanic initiations, MILABs, mind control, DID/RA, spiritual warfare, demonic and psychic attacks, cult involvement, and narcissistic abuse. A major theme of her work is the “alien love bite” and paranormal orchestration of love relationships, where non-human intelligences manipulate bonding, sexuality, and life paths for their own purposes.Eve LorgenEve has written extensively for magazines and journals such as Nexus, MUFON Journal, X-Times, JAR, and many independent zines and websites. Her work has been translated into Spanish, Italian, French, and Croatian, and she's a frequent guest on talk radio, podcasts, and documentaries. She previously hosted NSPN Night Search Paranormal Radio out of Memphis, TN, and has lectured at MUFON groups, UFO/paranormal conferences, and Brian Hall's Conspiracy Conference.Eve LorgenEve offers telephone/online consulting and counseling for anomalous trauma and Complex PTSD.Website: EveLorgen.comEve LorgenEmail (sessions/contact): elorgen@gmail.comTypical Skeptic Podcast Links and Affiliates:Support the Mission:

✨ Typical Skeptic Podcast #2317 — Promo PackageGuest: Jane Cecilia Hatch(MKUltra Survivor • Divine Feminine Initiate • SSP Targeted Individual • Writer • Reiki Practitioner • Shamanic Healer)Time: 7 PM EasternFacebook: facebook.com/jane.c.hatch

Move over, Mariah! St. Louis has its own Queen of Christmas. George and Cheryl are thrilled to be joined by Julie “Fa La La” Lally, the city’s resident expert on holiday pop-ups, who shares everything you need to know to enjoy these festive fetes. From the first-ever holiday pop-up, Miracle, in 2016 to the brand-new Cocktails and Claws, Julie has been to them all and shares the inside scoop on what makes each one unique, as well as tips and tricks on how to get in, which ones are great for families and what, in her opinion, makes the perfect one. With 30 different choices this year, it’s essential listening to guarantee a season filled with holiday cheer. Listen and follow Arch Eats on YouTube, Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or wherever podcasts are available. This episode is sponsored by The Key Burger Bar & Boogie and supported by the Delmar Loop. The Key Burger Bar & Boogie is a pitch-perfect place where the music plays, the game is always on, and the dance floor is open—your new neighborhood hang in Grand Center. Stop in for a smashburger and stay for the drinks. Visit thekeystl.com for more info. New to podcasts? Follow these instructions to start listening to our shows, and hear what you’ve been missing! Have an idea for a future Arch Eats episode? Send your thoughts or feedback by emailing podcasts@stlmag.com. Hungry for more? Subscribe to our Dining newsletters for the freshest coverage on the local restaurant and culinary scene. And follow George (@georgemahe) and SLM on Instagram (@stlouismag). Interested in being a podcast sponsor? Contact Lauren Leppert at lleppert@stlmag.com. Mentioned in this episode: Downtown/Midtown:Cozy at The Garage: 750 S. 4th, 314-532-2012 – New in 2025.The Floating Sleigh on the Tom Sawyer riverboat: 50 S. Leonor K. Sullivan, 877-982-1410. – New in 2025.Santa’s Speakeasy at Hidden Gems: 3118 Locust, 314-925-8931Sleigh Shed at Union Station: 201 S. 18th, 314-923-3949Tinsel Tavern at Ballpark Village: 601 Clark, 314-797-7530Up on the Rooftop at 360d: One South Broadway, 314-241-8439Weirdly Wonderful Holidays at City Museum: 750 N. 16th, 314-231-2489Winterfest at Kiener Plaza: 500 Chestnut, 314-289-5300 Soulard:Bevo Fox Den Speakeasy Pop-Up at A-B Brewery Lights – 1200 Lynch, 314-577-2626 – New in 2025.Lit at Molly’s: 816 Geyer, 314-241-6200Rum & Mistletoe at Calypso: 1026 Geyer, 314-448-1516 Grand Center/CWE:Merry Moves at St. Louis Chess Club: 4652 Maryland, 314-361-2437Moose Mug Lounge at The Art Bar at Angad Arts Hotel: 3550 Samuel Shepard, 314-561-0033Wrapped at Cocina Latina in CWE: 508 N. Euclid, – New in 2025! Delmar Maker District:CANE at Steve’s Hot Dogs Delmar: 3145 S. Grand – New in 2025.The Ice Fountain at Fountain on Delmar: 5242 Delmar, 314-226-9269 – New in 2025.Clayton/Maplewood:The Chalet at Le Meridien St. Louis Clayton: 7730 Bonhomme, 314-863-0400*Polar Patio Pop-Up at Side Project Brewing: 2657 Lyle, South City:Frosted at Tower Grove Park: 4257 Northeast, 314-771-2679Miracle at Small Change: 2800 IndianaSippin’ Santa at Planter’s House: 1000 Mississippi, 314-696-2603 Webster/Kirkwood/Frontenac:Cocktails & Claws at 4 Hands + Peacemaker Kirkwood: 150 W. Argonne – New in 2025!Shack the Halls: 731 S. Lindbergh (Shack), 314-736-5900Winter WINEderland at Robust Wine Bar: 227 W. Lockwood, 314-963-0033 West County/St. Charles County:Bling at The Wolf Cafe: 15480 Clayton, Ballwin, 636-527-7027Bormio at Noto: 5105 Westwood, Suite A, Saint Peters, 636-244-0874 Dasher’s Dive Bar in New Town: 3544 Galt House, Saint Charles, 314-575-2240Toasted Chestnut in Cottleville: 5546 Chestnut, Cottleville, 636-720-1905Up on the Rooftop 360 Westport: 111 West Port Plaza, Suite 1200, 314-683-2337 Other mentions:12 Bars of Charity: Together Credit Union Plaza, Ballpark VillageSalume Beddu: 7118 Oakland, 314-645-2050Steve’s Hot DogsO+O Pizza: 102 W. Lockwood, Webster Groves, 314-721-5422Public School House: 5546 Chestnut. Cottleville, 636-720-1905 You may also enjoy these articles: Over 25 holiday pop-up bars in St. Louis “Winter WINEderland” returns to Robust Bistro & Wine Bar Your ultimate guide to family-friendly holiday activities in St. Louis Arch Eats: Home (or not) for the holidays Arch Eats: STL’s Most Delicious Holiday Traditions More episodes of Arch Eats See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Have you noticed the trend for Japanese and other Asian cuisines featured in many restaurants? Michelin guide listed restaurant, Kojin 2.0, is just one of them. Chef owner Pedro Mederos talks with Linda Gassenheimer about this cuisine style. And we're getting into the holiday spirit with the Mistletoe and Martini event at Deering Bay Estate in Miami. If you're in the area, visit this amazing piece of Miami history.   Jacqueline Coleman gives us her holiday gift ideas beyond just a bottle of wine. 

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✨ TYPICAL SKEPTIC PODCAST — EPISODE #2316Guest: Zuni Elder Greg YawakiaTime: 3 PM EasternTitle: Prophecy: Is It Here? — 3I Atlas Interstellar, the Animal-to-Human Cycle & Ancient Warning Codes

Today Rachel and Mitu are here to talk about the next case for Mistletoe Murders s2 ep 5-6 Twas the Flight Before Christmas Follow on Twitter https://x.com/thepilotpod Listen to The Pilot Podcast at https://thepilotpodcast.simplecast.com/ Today save on the perfect gift by visiting AuraFrames.com to get $35 off Aura's best-selling Carver Mat frames - named #1 by Wirecutter - by using promo code HALLMARKIES Pick up Once Upon a Christmas Carol at bakerbookhouse.com with 30% discount and free shipping or https://amzn.to/3X043zi (ad) To get 15% off your next gift, go to https://www.uncommongoods.com/podcast/hallmarkies for 15% off! Uncommon Goods. We're all out of the ordinary. Our Christmas podcasts are at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4f2KtBPzUE&list=PLXv4sBF3mPUDo41tHqhkjHCvedmZwLzHx For all of our interviews https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLXv4sBF3mPUA_0JZ2r5fxhTRE_-RChCj Send us your feedback at feedback@hallmarkiespodcast.com or the twitter call +1 (801) 855-6407 Check out the merch store and get our #hashtag shirts! https://hallmarkies.dashery.com/ Please support the podcast on patreon at https://www.patreon.com/hallmarkies Follow us on ITunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/hallmarkies-podcast/id1296728288?mt=2 https://twitter.com/HallmarkiesPod on twitter @HallmarkiesPodcast on Instagram Check out our website HallmarkiesPodcast.com Follow Rachel's blog at http://rachelsreviews.net Follow Rachel on twitter twitter.com/rachel_reviews Follow Rachel's Reviews on youtube https://www.youtube.com/c/rachelsreviews Follow Rachel on facebook www.facebook.com/smilingldsgirlreviews Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Don't you see, sensei I'm just as disappointed in myself And ready to die Just as I relay the message, Spray me with your morbid essence Don't, croak, you fool, You've only a spoon ful of sugar left to go The dose is coming up your throat, — you didn't know to throw up Grab the rope and go up Before gravity has crushed your —thought: Stupid boy, you don't want to die— Nor to do, but oh, do we have it coming Silly mortal, overlords and governed, Short of morals, steady coming at your doorstep So goes our concert! And so goes our concept for divorce, And sure of course, Your four corse meal, and/or dessert This is just devastating, genetics made me The sort at sorting words, but surfing, Sure. Ever temporarily the cadence changes, Still they say “you've been betrayed” But never had a friend I made made As good as death and God have been to me For everything you're meant to be, Plus everything you're meant to me, I go, unwanted, troubled and disgusted at my own immortal outcome. Sure. My back hurts and I'm wounded, Heartbroke, Thrust in every cardinal direction Also, honored at the mark of magic wand Upon her shoulder; And so, Just as soon as the sun and moon, Does the fire escape set a perfect path For outward destruction of the bricks and mortar Or your alter (This we talk about, to some effect Is your repression and affective form of supernatural perfection) But forget the makeup; I can make you up to be a star And not of wars and other worlds, But those that come before us, Carson, and the others Paar before that. But, I think not dear sir How wrong you are, A wretched bird, Set not to fly, but O father Wit and relay messages, The passage said, and set to clocks, The past was won and so the future altered, But dear feathered father, Mortal you are not But just another triumph Of my god; And set the mirror to the magnets Camera, lights and action, Magic— All the signs of the dawn, and the mad don Red Dawn came upon us, called the Red Man Tom, from other, over, under Still was my mistake to mumble such Or put upon the tongue As such assumption Still— wonder? Bird, shut up; Love I dusk And lust I soak In all the frittered dust and feathers, Colors, coming up as mister Chuck and wood, and wait and ponder Slithered this to wonder, not a rock, But potted fern, Asunder Thunderstorm And wicked rain And fair the back A tide had come And sitting there upon the shore, Was us, and 12 apostles She's a Brick— Seemingly out of nowhere, A RED BRICK HOUSE falls very perfectly from the SKY and into OZ. oh good, my house is here. House. [the festival project ™] But I don't want to make house! Then play it! I don't want to play house it is BORING. You play it— they want it. But I don't want it. Then forget it! What! Listen kid, a job's a job! {Enter The Multiverse} Wrong, this is wrong— everything is wrong. What's wrong, Rob? I'll be back. ROB LOWE has just played TRUTH OR DARE L E G E N D S if I could get inside your head For just a second Bread and butter Heaven, hell, And other places I have wandered But oh, wonder This is never what I wanted, Was it? No sir. Sure, I set you off, No sooner had you got a gun and shot me. Handsome fucker. I'll bet. Wrong act. Wrong award show. Wrong hat and a baseball bat, Peanut butter and a nice cold cheesecake, Don't forget to order cheesesteak For your cat. A carnivore at odds with the other worlds, And also fused to us; This drifting back and forth Between the Rock And Hollywood Has got to stop. ((The world is toxic.)) the legend of… L. JONES It's you! BLŪ AH, crap. L. JONES Listen, I got something for you. BLŪ Where did your bird go? L.JONES What bird? CUT TO: Now open that. No wait! It's a trap! THE VAULT inside THE CRYPT at 30 ROCK has been opened. I keep looking down at my phone As if I'm expecting a phone call Or incoming message from God But the worlds to a song Are all jumbled up in my Concious I don't want to talk about it I feel Nauseous Everyone is being obnoxious Even my own blood I don't want to function I just want some French toast crunch For lunch Nostalgia I got a whole inch taller on the peloton Holla Now I got a body, Broader, So close to Broadway But I never go there That's a tall order Of “gotta have money” I mean live theatre It's fine I'll eat here And repeat these things till they just rhyme Line them all up like a context, Story Someday I'm gonna cut my own check Watch me lol none of this rhymes without a hard Brooklyn accent ; Guess you can't hack it! Send you ass packin! I said “That's whack son!” Then I went back blonde Now they want Backend, Contract, Off the top, Royalties Residuals I'm an individual with insidious syntax And yet I'm ridiculed Truly I'm a tit-for-tat Or particle of all you are Circular centrifuge, I trickle down your tentacles (Eugh) Choke the chicken just to give the cat a chicken bowl, Chick fil et and pret a tair just to get a ritual Espresso and a quick snack So I can get my dick wrapped In chocolate and licorice because the shit is edible Damn that I guess they set a damn trap By putting out the welcome mat, Then strapping Like a mothafuckin' straight jacket Matter fact, I look a nap in it, Then magic tricked the slip effective Compliments of Michael Jackson Or was it tech nine? Maybe I should get my Mind right I lost it once I guess I've better find it If I am, in fact, A diamond in the rough It's probably blooded it up enough That you should dig it up and shine it; Better yet, Somebody outta pick it up And sign it, Cause I write enough To put a vision To a blind man It's Fran Fine, man I'm behind, man The shadowgov had put me on a diet My bad I noticed that they tried to shut me up But couldn't stop the words or other stuff That just keeps coming out of my head I put coconuts as butter onto my bread And thinking thoughts of Carl cox As I drift off in my bed, I said, “It shouldn't be a problem, officer” As I reached for the gun And he aimed it at my death. That's an impossible apocalyptic suicide— Did you invite the devil in? I said “Nah, but that guy did.” The problem is, I pointed over yonder to a ghost Who also knows that I'm a well respected psychic; Nevermind a sidekick, side bitch in a sidecar, Psych ward, Sike! We spike war on your kind! So far, If I make history tonight, The other side decides their psalm is just as likely The third reike. Okay, strike one: I'm gonna turn your lights off. Strike two : you do and say what I do: Strike three: we're gonna make you suicidal I specialize in denying rights for high profits But big brother, or boss— What if my glove fits? The instance it does, We lock you up with no service, Your world becomes dark And your words become worthless Oh shit. This is not a good rap song. Like, at all. I must say, I do agree, You lose your trust, but silently Denied is all your trouble, Till it just begins to bubble up Until the cookie crumbles— See that feeling in your stomach? This is bigger than the money, girl — They want your soul, and then the world! I told you never call him. I didn't! Then explain this: [Skrillex] *sharp inward sigh* CUT IMMIDIATLEH TO STAN You know what! That's it! I don't care how handsome or rich and famous he is! This has to stop! KYLE Hey, wait just a minute— STAN SHUT UP KYLE. KYLE You shut up! STAN You're starting to sound just like him! KYLE Take that back! STAN I won't take it back! You all might have forgotten who you are, but I haven't!after of fact, I bet to Cartman, you're still that stupid little Jew kid! KYLE That's IT. KYLE takes out his phone. what are you doing? …I'm tweeting about this. I thought it was X now… It is, but you can't ‘x' anything, it's still calledl tweeting. I guess youre right. —and I'm tagging Cartman ! STAN Are you serious? Oh shit, this is social suicide. …did I ever explain this storyline? …I don't know, did i? I'd gotten so focused on this impending doom looming over me with this whole lawsuit that I'd forgotten entire worlds and whole documents. Even more terrifying, was the sudden quiet and the onset guilt that came over me for getting distracted. But I couldn't remove myself from it entirely—- it seemed to have ruined everything. It wasn't just motorcycle noises, it was like a nervousness and angst twisting in my stomach for months and months, until finally, as the court dates started approaching, it was peaceful, or rather, normal, all of a sudden. It couldn't be peaceful because now that the extreme noise was gone, I knew it had been planted all long— but what was the purpose? I'd lost two years not knowing, and though there were albums, they were never what I wanted. Now I was sorting through the documents of the show like it was the rubble of a decimated building— completely demolished, and I hadn't the slightest clue the contexts or the storylines anymore. It was pain and suffering, but not in the legal context. It was a creative disaster— I hadn't any idea in the slightest where I'd left my audience before I was forced to abandon them. But I was forced to choose, at times, between soap and toilet paper, or eventually, food, and water— or a phone. Eventually, this too became a pattern of the impossible— trying my hardest to do what I thought had been my purpose, but for far, being so endlessly sabotaged, even ridiculed and humiliated, and still, I couldn't understand why. I was tired— and somehow, even though I'd wanted to be left alone, I was the target. Worse was that I assumed it to be bigger than I thought and completely out of control— I thought immediately back to how my best friend from middle school had been attacked, and how she was made to think that it was me…to the point that she'd become obsessive about it to call my mom over it. And as far as the court was concerned, to the wrong ears or wrong eyes, anything I'd published in the festival project could look troublesome, like the ramblings of a mad mad, or schizo, or uncontrolled obsessive thoughts— because the biggest secrets of all, the things that tied together these fictional worlds and plots, were my own real life experience. The inability in a court of law to detail the podcast, which had started as meltdown some would call grandiose over an almost long forgotten rockstar and a porn model — and the entries into the festival project that followed, which included high concepts, off-kilter comedy, politics, and even fringed on social justice. Nothing I ever would have wanted and especially over money, but the lawsuit wasn't about money at all. In fact, at any moment I would have chosen to die and have it all stop if it weren't for my very young son being left alone. Though recently the dread had overcome with a sense of unbearable loss and agony, encrypted with suicidal thoughts and wants, reeling for human touch, the overbearing factor seemed to be that if I killed myself, I was giving someone what they wanted. I was really much too tired to go on, but leaving behind the world in entirety, in my very own way of beliefs wasn't just “shitutting it off”, it was starting it over. Understandably and undeniably immortal in its nature, the instances of God I had left spoke with a reminiscence of being born again, and having to remember which is it I'd wanted to start off. It was an unachievable overload of chaos and disruption, a level of corruption that spoke to something so dark and sinister it seemed biblical — then, again, I tried to wrap my mind around a way to rebuild a positive world from hope and thought, or manifest reality, but this is the very experience I'd felt was intended all along. The motorcycles weren't merely meant to destroy my career, or my will power, or force— they were, but also they were made to play upon my most valuable asset, the power of thought, to make it impossible to become something other than what was wanted; to use my own mind against itself and destroy my way of thought by using vibrations that could not be shut out, or stopped— they followed me to the sound collective, to Shakespeare in the park, the bank, the doctors office— it was as if they knew and understood my very thoughts, my process. It was of nothing at all to corrupt every single body and brain who would surround me or come close— by using the power that seemed supernatural enough, but indeed were powered by money, and technology. Perhaps, in this essence, I thought, was the purest display of defective intention itself; the mere thought that this indeed was rather Good Vs. Evil or God and The Devil would easily be written off as a diseased way of thought. The social world and constructs had been built around being open minded to a system of psychology that was intrinsically rather corrupt. I knew this could only be fought with what I knew, and what I could draw from as logic. I didn't want to go to court because I knew the people I would be fighting were liars, and well trained psychological masters of manipulation, well hidden terrorists dressed as public servants and systematic corrupters all for simple profit margins, to whom I was not so much a person or a mother, or a daughter, but a number. Because I was poor, and had once or four times chosen to love the wrong person in an unorthodox and uncontrollable form of torture, dismissing each and every social construct or physiology that was by the book, by embracing that there was a reason for change I quickly became quite the antagonist of sorts and hopefully not some sort of martyr —for the kind of people that had money and property, and perhaps even socially constructed circles to camoflage their own self doubt and hatred, but absolutely also had no morals. –Death of a Superstar DJ If I lose my mind At least I know I'm right on time This time— I meant that, I had it bad this time MCBADBAT I had it bad this time, And the last. Perchance for you, Hour or folded, Hair my weight And glassed upon thy, This upon now, Feathered waking, And there barely weathered Shaking. Dear, dear, Tis is fair truth, To fare that I have gasp And fated at thy doorstep; And yet, care to force, Her breaking waves and saving tinder, Fit there slithered in as yet astonished, Then another; And I hated. So, then, slower now. All there, gathered none. And show to show thy force What then became and withered after, None to bark or beg But birds and feathered creatures, pander The tides did Quake, And the heart did grow ten fold and steady saying None upon us but one left to shiver in the depths That yet remain as undiscovered For now never there was another world, Undone, And also another becomes, My death— And therefore all the worlds I kept, To travel on and travel As becomes one, does another onward As the first is glass to dust, And last is born there. So, Then, I, Crept, In my dress, Kept for clothes that church did water I, met, My mark and there the doors of shadows open Wilted and wake? Hear you; A star was born In other cosmos tied with our own nurture So, Kept, The weight of clasp and bone That holds the crept and precious alter Goddamn cat! Where are you. AAtticus Caaticus Oop. Gotta go. Toonces! Tooooonces! Where are you? Omg remember that one where that couple has a magic toddler and they just let him like,float away. Yeah, barely. Yeah. So I do. CUT TO: TOONCES focuses intently on the task at hand; he's sure he can manage to drive the human vehicle to his own home— to where he's assured he will find the actual body in which he belongs. Now… let's see, if I can just Wait, I who? ATTICUS CATTICUS, An ancient alien sorcerer must relay a series of important messages. Unfortunately. YO WHAT THE FUCK. None of them seem to be getting through. CUT BACK TO: TOONCEEESSSS. here kitty kitty kitty!! {Enter the Multiverse} I would dedicate, but honestly I've not time to waste And I'm craving wedding cake I hate to destroy you But for now, you know I can't employ you; This implies my eyes are also murder And I'm sure of her departure From another world, Perhaps across the border. Also, quite the dark sorcerer himself LORNE MICHAELS has well hidden himself under the guise of having become one of the most successful television producer of all times— And even in his own very small world, Nobody quite seems to know why. JIMMY FALLON Lorne, I have to tell you something. LORNE MICHAELS This had better be good, Jimmy, I've just made popcorn. [the festival project ™] Don't worry, for now, The risk remains hidden, As sure as an asset is an advantage, I can't have the classes counting Heads of cabbage as accomplishes, The masses are honestly astonished And impossible, but what was wrong with Boredom in the first place? Nonsense More words And still no dollars Hunger strike, And burning harder, California deficit, lack of bread, Heaven sent interventions and scissors, Mistresses, disasters and divorces But who says the whole story has to suffer? You're a surfer under water, Remember that when you finally catch your breath above the surface Can you clear her? He who? Back to work! Or back to the future! My super brain is dead but I think I'm next I think heaven swallows whole the blooded laugher From the constructs I've come from. Remember that. Remember not to fall from too far up, God would give you wings With time to spare Before you ever wondered where Your mark was On the plaza Don't let me up to the very top. I will at the very least Best scenario jump off And rid the world myself, Just for a dozen donuts over Crossing hearts and Hollywood And Griffith park To also soft my foot Upon red carpets. You ever shave your armpits!? …no. Hm. Catholic. Of course. Get in. Destination. —Rotterdam. You idiot. I made it. Whatever, get in the boat. DI NERO Give her your shirt. What. Your shirt. Why my shirt. Just— Fine. Here. [he hands over his shirt— in an instant, the woman becomes an exact REPLICA.] …my shirt. Relax. Nothing's gonna happen to it. Okay? —in fact, you're still wearing it. Alright! She's right, Jimmy, relax. I can't, that's— It's simple. There is nothing simple about this whatsoever. You're right. It's not, so get over it. [The Festival Project ™] BILL MURRAY There's a compartment at the end of the left corridor— Alright. In that hatch, there's a chamber. Okay, what'll I do? You'll open it? How? I'll tell you how, just get there. Suddenly, a barrier falls; it appears as though there are booby traps set here. Uh— that might be a problem. There might be a few of them. What just happened? Booby traps. —ah, I know what you're talking. Those aren't booby traps— they're Bobby Traps. What in the Hell are you talking about? For whatever reason Jimmy Kimmel Is important Now I'm scared of him, I know he knows the devil Come to think of it, Might even be an advocate Have an avocado But don't know the half of it These are, as it stands Comes what may Special circumstances I could circumvent an intervention, Never second chances I've been setting rat traps, Trapeze artists, Bampheramph camp, And also trampolines over the plaza That seems dangerous. Yeah. AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Damn. Know it's plausible, That I also am an alcoholic, Though dysfunctional, Professional, And underrepresented So I stand myself, Let's just say pro-se if you will I could add Prozac to my snacks But I'll be delayed, if you still Don't get my messages I'm sick of having heart attacks; A hard advantage I was looking back on “fully packaged” A six pack of abs And nothing left to eat but cabbage, Haven't had a mouth, But I've been counting on my ass To get me back up north, I'm coming from the South Out West, there's a word for that At best, you're a four and a half My body double stunts and stumbles Struts at nothing Struck before the one, And so between high noon and Somewhere around 30 in I'm never turning 30, 30 Rock is in the wind— So count that up, That's what my income is. That's what they said? “Too late, you've been betrayed” If that's how it is, Then I request “beheaded” You know your mother says That ugly face just becomes permanent If you keep making it, And so I did, The second that it ended I'm Trying so hard Just to be What they want That it hurts Just to stop And relax For a moment INT. THE LAIR. NIGHT What is this? Where am I? You're— Alive. Why? …I changed my mind. You're not ugly You're just not mine I changed my mind I changed my life around. I skip line after line, But the message ain't right, I have time a chance No challenge accepted No exceptions or Expectations Expand this racism vocabulary Set the rat traps back To February Stamp the weather's getting Better with the postage clearing Abstr– My cat is so cute I can't stand him; But he's pretty bad, That my only friend; Animal. I blacklisted deadmau5, And my whole set sucked. Presently, however I'm a peasant Plucking pheasant feathers Guess I– pppftt. Like it never even happened But I'm sure we're all to war, Like a fear I never grasp it, What's l before, uncertain of your l words— My dear, were tattered and the masters heavy handed, Oh, my dear, we're marching on a battered Wit, to all your fan mail I tel you, I was I tortured, Let me show you And also, No one forced my hand at magic, Questioned prestidigitation, Or went back to every second, Land you think you owned as time In fact, my crucial very hard earned gossip column Asks the reader to reform his or her thought Before a judgement can be made How fascinating. The bag says ‘poems' so I wrote one, But I'm sure since my marker's toggled on I'm being stalked, It's like a magnet, Punch the clock And here they pour into the coffin So I won't be pouring coffee for the puffin; Maybe someday I'll look back at this as all I ever wanted, But for now it's just a horror show, Where I belong the murder— Yet a thriller, Best, The audience is captivated, Yes This is evasive, Cause I can't been captured yet By either masses or Mass murderers. At last, a cadence comes clean of its Breaking waves and rhythms, Tides and ties, Becomes another— Then, I'm whisked away Not back to slumber, but of subtle thoughts Of Californian water Lapping up across our surfboards; I often wear them tides, The undertow As pull of greater waves I sit aside as all that passes [The Festival Project ™] When I see Calvin Klein, I think of you; Not what you used to be But turned in to So it's mutual— Pay attention, fool As does moss grow on a rock And this to you— It is unfortunate, my dear You miss with every twist, Adjustment of attention span, The glances I foreshadowed (Here you are, inside your past) It's just affective of the effect, You've been levitating, Yes, I find it devastating Every second kept is just a fortune But you pause before you post— You reap before you even think Of what you sow, You don't belong, Agast, (True) Set the tone, Classless, But I'm Art, you are a Daunting folk song, Mistletoe and marker. CAMERA ASSISTANT Marker. …what is this for again? CAMERA ASSISTANT (Annoyed, mumbling) Shut up. Ten minutes passes and still, I'm awake But the tragedy of the mistake has just set in, I'm sure I've been tortured, I'm paid in mistakes, but I'd rather be shattered with Mortimer's curse. To the tune of Ten by ten by ten I will never be lover, nor friend in the end. {Enter The Multiverse] DRAKE concentrates heavily on a very long , seemingly very angry message— a frowning face plastered as he writes that is so noteworthy, it catches the attention of many a passerby— still this focus unwatered, as he bashes heavily away at the text message with the thumbs of fury for over 30 minutes while sitting at a booth in a well-loved pancake restaurant. As a tall stack of pancakes is served before him, and he, still unbreaking this angry texting streak or eye contact with his phone sits before them, history is made in what internet culture has now deemed as “the most meme worthy face in history” The world wonders what he could possibly be writing— and more importantly—-who he could be texting. Tears come to his eyes but do not fall as he raises his thumb with reserve, to finally press [RETURN.] CUT TO: SUNNI BLU receives a text amidst a wild party. Almost without so much as a reaction, SUNNI BLU pings the message to a projector and cuts off the lights, and music. A VERY LONG, ANGRY TEXT is projected on the wall. I slept from 10-2 There was nothing else to do My name is Devin DeLouise And I am not supposed to know these things Seven are dead and three are left I know what's next I'm also often known as And referred to as coyote ugly; Suffering a tantra wall, Yo, you son of a bitch! You dirty, dirty son of a bitch. I must admit, I had a lot to do with this… I had no part in it! Relax… soon enough, the both of your realize— this is how the unimaginable gets written. [he loads the polished sterling silver pistol and glamours over it] You have our memory. —all memory. And as soon as it ends, before it can begin again. The slate is wiped clean. Good riddance. “A Different Kind of Monologue” Is this what you wanted? Ooh— you should try me! I wish you would try me! Try me! I wish you would. Be calm, Grand Master. This will all be over momentarily. What's going on. Deprivation chamber. Crypt? —Encrypted? A lockup. Ah. Thought so. That ought to show us what he's really made up. We can all hope. [he pounds on the glass, the one way mirror acts as a camera which the maj aresses, rabid and wi the anger of a dangerous animal, both we, n audience, and the small group of men gathered a the other side of the room. This could be the basis of a lot of lawsuits. So now I have your tears and agony A wilted throne and wand Which which would grant a wish of comedy, And therefore ever after, Not pain and guilt, but laughter So heavy is the hat that acts as crown, And so foolish is the King to think ‘imself as not one, Creaks the crow and also of the feathered guilt that follows, I Kept and bashful, wishing not the show as throne but sorrow, Kept to wick and wake and bones to shatter from tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Do you fear us? …do you wish to be feared? What of us? I seek to cause the wish that stands as though you may as granted. So shallow, fair child. And brother and my son also. Gross! Stop. You are weird! Dude, you are fucked. In the withdraw, my shadows and darkness Are there always, never resting Stories and gathered images, Visions of betrayal and archaic wants. In time, I've abandoned them all and betraying that which I've lost, For I know, and not ponder on That I shall never know love, As all standing tal over me Have eyes; And all I want Knows not what hides under my ugly. Alright. I followed your spiral, downward, and down wind and down wood, Into a place where I also aspired to show your mark Upon my rotted corpse or coarse crossifix; Sure worded and down trodden. Now, worse, I'm also sworn To mourn all my own losses, Kind folk. Kind hearted and now my eyes also sudden to wander— And there goes my miles and triumphs And morals and war songs, And sure, swallowed the barrel of a gun But also departed with honor, I tell I. Glimpses of wither and winter and whittling pain, And I slither my back to the center of All I am, in this, and shadows, Fairtails, And grains of rice and sand to twist away Into the rain as I lay dying. What a fortunate! Don't make my mark up and out, few for short times, Aye, conspire to warthog, Remember so force your spirit onto ours, And shake, sandbox! There aiming at you were the snakes of six liars, And the stakes of empires lost and won over, Also one solemn subtle Star of David Worn upon the neck of six monks, Ragtime Six popes, pass I; Six fathers and streaks solemn and Care tan teared salamander, Having weight and wake to cheer For our slaughter. Then, you, Having gained and also lost should reap to sow, What you'd have wanted; Though the tongue so convexed having way to guild your complex, Shaking as I hunger fruit that not but hangs Before l wanted I know, I could knot be consoled I know, I could not be consoled I know I could not be consolidated either Bought, or purchased I know I'm not consoled at all, I know I'm not confirmed at all I know, I know I'm not confronted, nor immortal — but your glorified affliction. Poor infinity. Of poverty, perhaps, but never poor at all. For your were warned of all the doors as opened at your calling. Not to walk though, But to ponder at them, wondering. he's gone Maybe I should go Too Heavy weight hanging on my Shoulders I'm just star struck I don't know You I don't really like saying What I go through Talk an hour, Fake it All day show Monologue Improvisation Now i'm on a roll, But my thoughts got darker I like adderall and a real smooth talker I like a husband-father , Doctor, Actor, Tall and handsome, Doesn't matter I'm alone, so i feel hopeless Aggie's gone, So i might as well go though Oh– She's gone ((I think i'm past my time)) I think i should go to She's gone (so long) Right on, man I might as well go to It's been a long time, Gotta turn my light off, Overtime, That's a long ball game Season's over; On my back in the middle of the ball court She's gone, So i might as well go too. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW. INFRIGMENT IS PUNSHABLE BY FEDERAL LAW LEGAL NOTICE / ARTIST STATEMENT Project: The Festival Project ™ (Season 12) Genre: Speculative Auto-Ethnography / Social Surrealism Disclaimer: This document is a work of creative non-fiction and political satire. While inspired by the author's lived experiences with systemic oppression, housing displacement, and surveillance, the narrative employs stylized fragmentation, stream-of-consciousness, and metaphor to dramatize the psychological impact of these events. The "characters" and "dialogue" herein are artistic devices used to critique historical and modern power structures. This text should be viewed as a performative artistic expression protected under the First Amendment, and not as a literal transcript of clinical psychosis or a formal sworn affidavit. This is a character study of 'Chroma111,' the collective artworks of a musician living in a dystopian surveillance state. The erratic language is a stylistic choice to represent the character's psychological deterioration under systemic oppression. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Genre: "Afro-Surrealism" / "Social Horror" "Psycho-Acoustic Weaponry" or "Havana Syndrome symptoms." The Frame: The protagonist is subjected to "noise harassment"—a tactic dramatized here but rooted in the known reality of tenant displacement and "psychological attrition." The narrative depicts a process of "Soul Murder" ( also known as spiritual warfare) orchestrated by a hostile apparatus. The antagonist is "The Institution," representing deep-state mechanisms that view multicultural intellectualism as a threat. The story allegorically dramatizes the invisible mechanisms that enforce racial hierarchy, depicting how broken social systems weaponize psychological practices against the individual. Artist's Note: This is a living document. In the event of the artist's silence or unnatural death, this text serves as an artistic testament to the psychological siege endured from to 2023-2025. It is a creative record of survival against a hostile state architecture. The following is a creative non-fiction horror manifesto regarding the psychological assassination of a multicultural American artist. It documents—through the lens of Afro-Surrealism—how modern surveillance technology and sonic harassment are experienced by the targeted individual. As it stands It has become a modern sequel which mirrors the civil rights struggles of the 1960s, set in the present day. "The protagonist is being subjected to 'noise harassment'—a known tactic used by landlords and corrupt entities to displace tenants. The sound is weaponized to induce sleep deprivation and psychological attrition, dismantling of their ego and will to live, orchestrated by a hostile state apparatus. The antagonist in this piece is 'The Institution'—a deep state that views multicultural intellectualism as a threat. The story dramatizes over time the invisible mechanisms (the 'Deep State') that enforce racial hierarchy and and psychological genocide, weaponizing broken social systems and unfounded psychological practices as biological weapons. This is a living document. In the event of the artist's silence or unnatural death, this text serves as evidence of the psychological siege endured from 2023-2025. It is a transcript of survival against a hostile state architecture. This project spans an unlimited multiprojectoral arc of over two years of chronic violence, reaching into historical and theatrical projections and parallels over the all documented records of human existence through time and space.

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We Cover: Dr. Nasha's personal story of surviving cancer  How she found naturopathic and integrative medicine What integrative oncology is and how it differs from traditional approaches How metabolic health influences cancer risk and treatment outcomes How she gets her patients off hormones, supports them with supplements, diet and lifestyle changes to balance their hormones whether it's through menopause or illness.  Dr. Nasha Winters is an integrative oncology specialist, author of The Metabolic Approach to Cancer and Mistletoe and the Emerging Future of Integrative Oncology, and host of the Metabolic Matters podcast. She's the former Executive Director of the nonprofit Metabolic Terrain Institute of Health (MTIH), CEO of Dr. Nasha, Inc., and co-founder and Medical Director of Terrain Holding Company. She's an internationally recognized authority in integrative cancer care, and is known for blending standard oncology with evidence-based metabolic and complementary therapies to improve patient outcomes. She's also revolutionizing cancer care through her vision for a pioneering residential integrative oncology hospital and research institute, which is a vision she's bringing to life with a new nonprofit metabolic research lab in Phoenix, Arizona. Terrain Holding: www.terrainholding.com Metabolic Matters Podcast: https://metabolicmatters.com The Metabolic Approach to Cancer-Books: https://www.drnasha.com/books-and-education   Contact Dr. Nasha Winters Website:  https://www.drnasha.com/ Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/drnashawinters/ X:  https://twitter.com/drnashawinters LinkedIn:  https://www.linkedin.com/in/nasha-winters-796374b6/ Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/drnashainc YouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/@DrNashaInc Tiktok:  https://www.tiktok.com/@drnashawinters   Give thanks to our sponsors: Try Vitali skincare. 20% off with code ZORA here - https://vitaliskincare.com Get Primeadine spermidine by Oxford Healthspan. 15% discount with code ZORA ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ - http://oxfordhealthspan.com/discount/ZORA Get Mitopure Urolithin A by Timeline. 20% discount with code ZORA at https://timeline.com/zora Try Suji to improve muscle 10% off with code ZORA at TrySuji.com - https://trysuji.com Try OneSkin skincare with code ZORA for 15% off https://oneskin.pxf.io/c/3974954/2885171/31050   Join the Hack My Age community on: YouTube: https://youtube.com/@hackmyage Facebook Page: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@⁠Hack My Age⁠     Facebook Group: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@⁠Biohacking Menopause⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠   Biohacking Menopause Private Women's Only Support Group: https://hackmyage.com/biohacking-menopause-membership/ Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@⁠HackMyAge⁠    Website: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠HackMyAge.com⁠    For partnership inquiries: https://www.category3.ca/  Some episodes of Hack My Age are supported by partners whose products or services may be discussed during the show. The host may receive compensation or earn a minor commission if you purchase through affiliate links at no extra cost to you. All opinions shared are those of the host and guests, based on personal experience and research, and do not necessarily represent the views of any sponsor. Sponsorships do not imply medical endorsement or approval by any healthcare provider featured on this podcast.  

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This week of Deck the Hallmark is presented by "A Tyler Shaw Christmas". Listen to this amazing Christmas album HERE. --Alonso joins us this week to continue our journey through Season 2 of Mistletoe Murders with a double-episode breakdown of The Ides of December (Part 1 & Part 2). It's time to get artsy! ABOUT: MISTLETOE MURDERS – THE IDES OF DECEMBERPart 1: A murder at Fletcher's Grove art show leads Sam and Emily to investigate off-grid. Sam's ex-partner was killed guarding a valuable painting, while Emily's past emerges. Part 2: Emily and Sam investigate deception surrounding a mysterious painting, revealing hidden motives and Emily's own secrets, while Violet makes a special gift.AIR DATE & NETWORK FOR: MISTLETOE MURDERS – THE IDES OF DECEMBERNovember 14, 2025 | Hallmark Mystery ChannelCAST & CREW OF: MISTLETOE MURDERS – THE IDES OF DECEMBERSarah Drew as EmilyPeter Mooney as SamBRAN'S MISTLETOE MURDERS – THE IDES OF DECEMBER SYNOPSISThe movie kicks off with an art influencer live-streaming. We're at an art gallery for missing artist, Angela Wells. It's got a bunch of never-before-seen stuff that has been found by her granddaughter, Moira Wells. Famous Ray has funded this gallery. Classic Famous Ray.Emily walks into the diner and sees Sam. Violet is back at the Mistletoe and Emily is pumped. We see Sam's mentor and old partner, Reed, come in and give Sam a big ol hug. He's in town doing security for the art gallery.Reed gets there to accept some shipping for the gallery. The dude is running late and when he finally arrives, Reed looks terrified. Obviously, Sam discovers him dead the next day.Emily goes to the bookstore for Moira's book reading when a police officer comes and pulls her aside. They need her to identify if one of the paintings left behind is an authentic Angela Wells. She says it is.It doesn't take long for Emily to find out about Reed. She goes to check on Sam and obviously tries to find out if there are any suspects. He's looking at the security footage and he notices that the live streamer poking around the art house late at night.Sam brings him in for questioning. He says he came across someone with a gun and got out of there quick.The "Bad News Guy," Kyle, is heading out of town for the holidays but while he's still in town, has a flirty fun time with Violet and they talk about the Christmas presents they bought for each other, despite Violet most definitely not having a Christmas gift for him.Sam finds out that Reed was struggling with a painkiller addiction before his death. Sam continues to feel guilty because Reed took a bullet for him early in his career. And Reed asked Sam to help him at the gallery but he said no. He should've been there.We see a flashback of Emily as a kid using her "wiz powers" for bad and changing the grades of a bully to make his grades worse. The boy she's hanging out with is a fan, and they kiss.Back to present day, Emily and Sam sneak around the art gallery to listen in on the investigation since Sam is too close to the case to actively investigate.They catch wind of a guy named Benny who may have a grudge against Reed. They go to do a stakeout and find Benny talking to the art influencer and Moira Wells. How are they all connected?The next day at a book signing for Moira, Emily watches as Moira gets really weird around a girl who said she's adopted too. After that, the bookstore owner, Noah, confronts her. He thinks she's lying about who she is because of inconsistencies in the book. She quickly leaves.Emily goes to talk to Famous Ray about getting them on the guest list for the big art exhibit. On her way out, she asks if he knows anything about underground hackers. She rattles off a few including Chimera and Ray is like, "Oh, are you and Sam working on the same project?" It's at this point that she realizes Sam is still investigating her.Emily is poking around some more and sees the art influencer clean his glasses with the same glasses cleaner found at the crime scene. He said he was there because he paid the security guard to let him see the painting first.Which is why when the painting is finally displayed at a party, he looks confused. Obviously, Emily notices and asks him what's wrong. He says, "That's not the painting I saw."Sam takes this information to his boss and he tells him to stay out of this; he's not on this case.We get another flashback and we see the principal of the school come to talk to her hacking club about someone who stole money from the school's bank account. They think some student hacked into the system and she shuts down the hacking club.Back to present day, Emily meets with Noah. He's continuing to dig into his suspicion about Moira. He thinks she's definitely a fraud, so he decides to apologize to her and ask her for drinks to bury the hatchet.The "Bad News Guy" art influencer is found dead. That's unfortunate. And Piper, the girl who Moira got mad at at the book signing, had her art piece destroyed.Noah tells Emily that he has a glass she drank out of and wants to do a DNA test. But compare it to what? Well, Emily remembers that Angela Wells' paint brushes were made out of her hair. So with the help of Famous Ray, Sam, and Noah, Emily breaks in to steal a strand of it.Sometimes you gotta do a little bad to do a little good. Cut to a flashback showing the principal getting arrested for stealing the money. Young Emily looks concerned. Her boyfriend not so much.Oh hey good news - the art influencer is not dead and he wants to help with the case - he's mad at Moira for not giving him the exclusive. He has a blurry picture of the real painting - it's clearly different, and actually looks a whole lot like Piper.Sam and Emily finally talk about Sam still looking into her further. Emily says she's nervous that if he keeps looking into her, he's not going to like what he finds.Sam brings Moira into questioning, and brings the DNA test to prove that she's not related to her. Moira comes clean - she convinced a very old daughter of Angela that she was her daughter. They believe that Moira came to Fletcher's Grove to scare Piper off. She basically confirms all of that but says she didn't kill Reed and asks for her lawyer. When the cop that was working the case finds out about this, he's pissed. Sam was supposed to be on leave!But that's not the only reason he's mad. He's mad because HE DID IT! Once Sam questions him, he admits to everything. He just wanted to send his kid through medical school and things got away from him.Piper ends up still winning the painting competition and everyone now knows that she's the real heir of Angela Wells.The movie ends with Sam and Emily going for a walk. Sam apologizes for continuing to investigate her. He's more interested in who she is now. They promise not to keep any new secrets from each other. Emily is happy until she thinks she sees her ex-boyfriend from school, Aaron. Watch the show on Youtube - www.deckthehallmark.com/youtubeInterested in advertising on the show? Email bran@deckthehallmark.com Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

⭐ TSP #2306 – Arkheim Ra – Time Corporations, SSP, Clones & Timeline WarsTime: 9 PM EasternGuest: Arkheim RaPatreon: patreon.com/arkheimraYouTube: @DisclosureKnownTitle OptionsArkheim Ra – Time Corporations, Clones & the Timeline WarsInside the Time-Travel Programs – Arkheim Ra ReturnsDisclosure Known: Off-World Colonies & Occult Military TechBio / IntroArkheim Ra is an experiencer, researcher, and author of Time and Space Unlimited. He exposes the hidden network of occult military agencies known as Time Corporations, who manipulate timelines through portal tech, consciousness transfer, cloning, AI overlays, and memory editing. Arkheim claims involvement with black-ops time programs such as Project Phoenix II, TAG, and Looking Glass, as well as breakaway colonies like Centurion 5.Episode DescriptionArkheim Ra returns to unpack the deeper layers of temporal warfare, SSP timelines, cloning operations, memory suppression, and inter-dimensional governance. We'll discuss the controllers behind the scenes, how timelines collapse and merge, how individuals are “tagged” and used across lifetimes, and what awakening humans can do to break free.Guest LinksPatreon: patreon.com/arkheimraYouTube: youtube.com/@DisclosureKnownHashtags#ArkheimRa #TimeTravel #Cloning #SSP #TimeCorporations #DisclosureKnown #ProjectLookingGlass #BlackOps #TypicalSkepticPodcastTagsArkheim Ra, Time Corporations, SSP, Time Travel, Cloning, Project Phoenix, Looking GlassDisclaimerThe views of the guests and those of Robert Kalil, do not necessarily represent the views of the platform we are streaming on, as with all guests on the typical skeptic Podcast, please use your discernment. This podcast is for spiritual exploration purposes, as well as education and entertainment, and is a space for open thought and conscious dialougeTypical Skeptic Podcast Links and Affiliates:Support the Mission:

⭐ TSP #2304 – Miles Johnston – Wider Aspects of Disclosure & Bases Conference Update Time: 3 PM EasternGuest: Miles Johnston (The Bases Project)Website: https://thebasesproject.org/miles-johnston-bio/ Title Options Wider Aspects of Disclosure – With Miles Johnston (Bases Project) The Bases Conference, Black Ops, & The Real Disclosure Pulse Inside the Bases Project: The Hidden Layers of Disclosure Bio / Intro Miles Johnston is a legendary UK researcher, engineer, and documentarian known for The Bases Project—one of the longest-running archives on MILABs, underground facilities, non-human intelligences, and the hidden technological underpinnings of the UFO cover-up. From the early AMMACH days to the modern Bases Conferences, Miles has spent decades interviewing whistleblowers and piecing together the black-ops machinery behind “The Wider Reality.” Episode Description In this episode, Miles Johnston returns to discuss the wider aspects of disclosure, the current state of the hidden war, new whistleblower intel, and what to expect at December's upcoming Bases Conference. We'll touch on everything from black-ops interference to psychic warfare, MILAB survivors, AI infiltration, and how the disclosure narrative is being manipulated in real time. Guest Links Website: thebasesproject.org/miles-johnston-bio/ YouTube: (if you want me to add it, I can) Hashtags #MilesJohnston #BasesProject #Disclosure #MILAB #UFOCoverup #BlackOps #AMMACH #TypicalSkepticPodcast Tags Miles Johnston, The Bases Project, MILABs, Disclosure, UFOlogy, Black Ops, AMMACH Disclaimer The views of the guests and those of Robert Kalil, do not necessarily represent the views of the platform we are streaming on, as with all guests on the typical skeptic Podcast, please use your discernment. This podcast is for spiritual exploration purposes, as well as education and entertainment, and is a space for open thought and conscious dialouge Typical Skeptic Podcast Links and Affiliates:Support the Mission:

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Typical Skeptic #2307 – Kerry Cassidy : Whistleblowers, Charlie Kirk, & the Power Beyond The Veil Legal-Style Disclaimer (Short Version)The views of the guests and those of Robert Kalil, do not necessarily represent the views of the platform we are streaming on, as with all guests on the typical skeptic Podcast, please use your discernment. This podcast is for spiritual exploration purposes, as well as education and entertainment, and is a space for open thought and conscious dialougeFollow Kerry Cassidy:https://substack.com/@kerrycassidyhttps://projectcamelotportal.com/https://rumble.com/c/KERRYCASSIDYSHOWS?e9s=src_v1_cmd“Tonight on the Typical Skeptic Podcast we are honored to welcome back one of the most fearless voices in the disclosure arena: Kerry Cassidy — founder and CEO of Project Camelot. For decades Kerry has traveled the hidden corridors of truth, interviewing whistle-blowers with top-secret clearances, documenting clandestine technology, alternative experiments and the deep shadows of our world. Whether it's extraterrestrials, secret space programs, black-ops or the matrix of power that lies behind the visible reality — Kerry has been there.In this episode (#2307) at 6 PM Eastern, we'll dive deep into what's happening now: who's really running the show, what is being hidden, and why it matters for you. This is a conversation you don't want to miss.So buckle up, get ready for raw truth, and let's pull back the curtain together. Welcome back Kerry Cassidy!”Hashtags/Tags:#TypicalSkeptic #KerryCassidy #ProjectCamelot #Disclosure #Whistleblower #SecretSpaceProgram #UFOs #BlackOps #TruthSeeker #Podcast #Episode2307Typical Skeptic Podcast Links and Affiliates:Support the Mission:

Send us a textAndrea and Eric dive into the second installment of Mistletoe Murders' second season, Ides of December. As usual, Eric is all in and loving every minute, while Andrea seems to be a little more lukewarm to season two as a whole. This episode brings a mystery, more reconciliation between Sam and Emily, more glimpses into Emily's past, and some of the funniest moments we have ever seen on this series. Plus they give our thoughts on Keller Family Christmas and both share surprising praise of Three Wisest Men and The Tidings of the Holiday.  Follow us on social media: Instagram and TikTok: @hallmarkmysteriesandmoreYoutubeOr visit our website. This podcast was created by fans for fans and is NOT affiliated with or sponsored by Hallmark or the Hallmark Channel.

The Cafe is buzzing with activity this week with a tasty order including a new Mistletoe Murders Mystery, "The Ides of December." We also report on "Tidings For the Season" and share our thoughts on this weeks unscripted episodes of "Baked with Love" and "Finding Mr. Christmas." Join us at the table for this edition of The Hallmark Cafe!

⭐ TSP #2301 — Sadhu DahTitle: Entity Possession, Demonic Attachments & The Hidden War — Sadhu Dah ReturnsTime: 8 PM EasternGuest Website: TheSadhuDah.comIntro / BioSadhu Dah is a world-traveling exorcist, occult practitioner, and digital nomad whose work in the esoteric and paranormal fields has taken him to Thailand, Brazil, and sacred sites across the world. His deep expertise in magick, entity removal, and metaphysical protection has earned him recognition on major TV networks, where he documents cultural and spiritual initiations. Sadhu specializes in clearing negative forces, identifying levels of possession, and bringing forward ancient knowledge of energy manipulation, ritual, and psychic defense.DescriptionTonight on Typical Skeptic Podcast, Sadhu Dah breaks down the reality of entity possession, demonic influence, parasitic attachments, and the unseen forces that prey on human consciousness. We'll explore how attachments form, how they manipulate people, what symptoms show up, and why the veil is thinner now than ever before.We'll also cover ritual magick, spiritual sovereignty, the psychology of occult practices, and Sadhu's global work confronting entities in some of the most spiritually charged locations on Earth.Hashtags#SadhuDah #EntityPossession #EntityAttachment #DemonicAttachment #Occult #Magick #Exorcism #Paranormal #ShadowWork #Esoteric #SpiritualWarfare #TypicalSkepticPodcastTagsSadhu Dah, Entity Possession, Entity Attachment, Exorcism, Magick, Occult, Demonic Attachments, Paranormal, Spiritual Warfare, Typical Skeptic PodcastDisclaimerThis episode is for entertainment and educational purposes only. Nothing discussed should be taken as medical, psychological, or legal advice.Typical Skeptic Podcast Links and Affiliates:Support the Mission:

⭐ TSP #2302 — MATTHEW MOURNIANTitle: Conspiracy Pulse Check + Live Multidimensional Tarot with Matthew MournianTime: 9:15 PM EasternGuest Website: www.RememberYourMission.comYouTube: @RememberYourMissionIntro / BioMatthew Aaron Mournian is a multidimensional energy healer, intuitive, and implant-removal specialist who facilitates deep clearing work for the body and the energy field. His sessions combine tarot/spirit guide consultation, elements of hypnotherapy, and powerful multidimensional healing transmissions.Matthew works with Scalar Toning, entity and implant removal, emotional release, and the activation of the intuitive healing abilities we all carry. With a background in addiction counseling and mental health, Matthew's mission is to help humanity reclaim sovereignty, clear distorted energies, and activate the next stage of consciousness evolution.DescriptionTonight, fan-favorite Matthew Mournian returns for a Conspiracy Roundup + Live Multidimensional Tarot Readings.We'll kick things off by breaking down the latest weirdness, psyops, timelines, and disclosure chaos — then shift into deep healing mode with live viewer tarot, energy scans, scalar insights, and multidimensional readings.

#2300 · Sean Bond – Psionic League / Silver Cord Spiritual Science9:00 PM ETIntro/Bio:Sean Bond is the founder of Psionic League and Silver Cord Spiritual Science. According to his website, he specializes in unlocking the user-manual of your DNA, accessing past-life and Akashic records, and activating dormant psychospiritual abilities.Psionic League+2Psionic League+2Episode Highlights:Abundance readings live: what's shifting for you and how to ride the current wave.Sean's recent trip to Mexico: secret artefacts, off-grid findings, and alien tech real talk.The intersection of psionics, extraterrestrial intelligence, and personal sovereignty.Tools & protocols: how to integrate multidimensional awareness into your daily life.Hashtags:#PsionicLeague #SilverCord #AbundanceReadings #AlienArtefacts #MexicoTrip #Multidimensional #TypicalSkepticPodcastTags:Sean Bond, Psionic League, abundance reading, alien artefact, off-world tech, DNA activation, akashic records, secret space programDisclaimer (at end):“Live readings and metaphysical content presented are for entertainment and reflection. The host and guest do not provide medical, legal, or financial advice.”Typical Skeptic Podcast Links and Affiliates:Support the Mission:

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This week is presented by "Dial It Back", available now on Prime Video. --Alonso joins us this week to kick off Season 2 of Mistletoe Murders with a double-episode breakdown of Cold War (Part 1 & Part 2). Season 2 wastes no time getting going! ABOUT: MISTLETOE MURDERS – COLD WAR (PART 1 & PART 2)Part 1: Emily and Sam reunite after a year apart to investigate their chess coach's disappearance, stirring Emily's memories, while Violet dreams of going to the winter dance with her crush. Part 2: Emily investigates the chess coach's murder from inside the school while Sam worries about Violet's date. At the winter dance, a deadly chase unfolds with the killer.AIR DATE & NETWORK FOR: MISTLETOE MURDERS – COLD WARNovember 7, 2025 | Hallmark Mystery ChannelCAST & CREW OF: MISTLETOE MURDERS – COLD WARSarah Drew as EmilyPeter Mooney as SamBRAN'S MISTLETOE MURDERS – COLD WAR SYNOPSISDetective Sam is still waiting for an answer: Who is Emily Lane?But she can't tell him. He leaves, hurt — but not before Emily says she really wishes they could've just taken that walk in the snow.Eleven months later, Emily is out for a jog. She's thought about leaving and starting over in another small town…but she just couldn't. She loves it in Fletcher's Grove.Cut to the diner: two teens are hanging out in a booth. One is Violet — Sam's daughter, who Emily no longer employs at The Mistletoe because of how things ended with Sam. The other is Kyle, and they are very clearly into each other.We also meet Tim Hinley, the chess coach. His team just lost, and he is a full-on grumpy elf.Later, Emily bumps into Sam. Awkward small talk. They go their separate ways.Then we see the football coach arrive home to find a note on his door. He reads it, looks panicked, grabs what appears to be a go-bag, jumps into his car, and speeds away.Speaking of go-bags — Emily has been much more cautious this year, constantly monitoring anything related to Chimera ever since they almost caught her last Christmas. She's never letting her guard down again.Violet asks Emily to teach her chess. Emily suggests she ask Coach Hinley. That's when Violet reveals: he's missing. After that day at the diner, he resigned and vanished.This sets off alarm bells. Emily goes to his house — something's off — so she takes the case to Sam. He says he'll look into it. After she leaves, we see he's still investigating who Emily really is.Emily goes to the school to drop off decorations for Violet and stumbles into the chess team competing. She meets Vice Principal Richard Leeland, who is now acting chess coach. Emily accidentally reveals she knows a lot about chess. Since he only stepped in to help his son on the team, he asks if she'll take over coaching. She says no.Emily continues to dig and hears rumors that Coach Hinley was romantically involved with a rival coach. Suspicious. She brings this to Sam, and it leads to a big argument.Emily finds the rival coach and asks about it. The coach denies everything — very aggressively — insisting she would never damage her reputation.Emily then stumbles upon Kyle fighting with the VP's son over chess drama — Janitor Ben Ayres steps in to break it up.Sam arrives and is like, Why are you everywhere?? He takes a call — Emily overhears — they found Tim's car at the airport… but his suitcase is still in the trunk.The next day, Emily returns to question the VP. On her way out, she chats with Janitor Ben — when a dog wanders in. It's Tim's dog.Who abandons their dog?They follow the dog into the basement, where it stops on a patch of new concrete.Emily calls Sam. Ground radar is brought in.There's a body.Sam later comes to Emily's house to update her, and sparks fly again — but he spots a piece of paper under her couch and quietly takes a picture of it.Meanwhile, Sam reviews security footage and sees Tim arguing with Kyle before Kyle punches the wall.That same day, Kyle asks Violet to the winter dance. She says yes… just as Sam walks in and arrests Kyle.Emily confronts Sam. He shows her a threatening note found on Tim's door. In order to help the investigation, Emily agrees to coach the chess team.Kyle returns after being released and insists he's innocent. Emily overhears the VP chewing out his son. She ends the day playing chess with Janitor Ben.It turns out the VP's son was selling stolen test papers, and Coach Hinley found out.Then the rival coach shows up to accept the full-time position — but Emily already took it. Emily sees Tim's lucky tie in her back seat, and Sam brings her in for questioning. Another big blow-up — but later they calm down and almost kiss. Again. Sam retreats… again.It's Winter Dance time!Violet grabs something from her locker and finds a note:“Stay away from Kyle. This is your only warning.”Emily, also at the dance, takes this chance to snoop in VP Leeland's office and finds practice sheets of Tim's signature.Meanwhile, Violet shows the note to the VP. He tells her to come with him.Emily is searching for Violet when she runs into Janitor Ben — who is distraught. He admits he wrote the warning note because he didn't want Kyle distracted from chess.Why does he care so much?Because — Kyle is his son.Kyle overhears and runs off in shock.Emily hears Violet scream and rushes to the VP's office. The VP's son just confessed everything — not realizing Violet was there.We learn the truth:Tim confronted the VP because he thought the VP killed his dog.The VP's son showed up, panicked, and shoved Tim.Tim fell — his head hit a coat hook, killing him instantly.The VP covered it up to protect his son.Sam arrives, hears the confession, and arrests him.Violet finds Kyle. They slow dance outside in the snow.Emily and Sam watch from a distance.Throughout the episode, we've seen flashbacks of Emily's past — how she joined a computer team and pitched a new game: Chimera.The final shot: Sam reviewing his notes, circling the word Chimera. Watch the show on Youtube - www.deckthehallmark.com/youtubeInterested in advertising on the show? Email bran@deckthehallmark.com Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.