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Vientos derriban grúa en Boca del Río, Veracruz Siguen bloqueadas cuentas de familiares de Hernán BermúdezPetro acusa bombardeo de EE.UU. en VenezuelaMás información en nuestro podcast

The Midday team reacts to the Eagles pulling out an impressive defensive win in Buffalo. Hugh praises the Eagles defense for shutting down, who many believe to be the best QB in the league.

Cada viernes, conéctate a + Mortal con Borja Alejandre. En + Mortal te avanzamos lo mejor del fin de semana: las últimas noticias de tus artistas favoritos, las novedades musicales más calientes y, por supuesto, los mejores planes para este fin de semana en las salas de Castilla y León. ¿Tienes ganas de que empiece el fin de semana? ¡Nosotros te ponemos a punto! Escucha + Mortal los viernes a las 12 del mediodía y a las 6 de la tarde. Además, puedes participar a través de nuestro chat de la radio online y de las redes sociales. Twitter y Facebook. Connect with us on: MortalFm - Castilla y León - Spain ▶ INSTAGRAM https://www.instagram.com/mortalfm ▶ FACEBOOK https://www.facebook.com/mortalfm/ ▶ TWITTER https://twitter.com/mortalfm ▶ WEBSITE https://www.mortalfm.es Email: mortal@mortalfmradio.com

It's our seventh annual holiday episode where Dan shares a classic tale! This year, he picked a tale from the amazing Mary Shelley! We hope you enjoy this modern telling of an old story from the mother of horror! Then Lynze has three tales to give us. The first is about an unknown haunted doll, the second is a beautiful confirmation tale from the other side and ends with a topsy turvy tale of a ghost named Genevieve.December Charity: This year, with your help, we were able to support 91 kids in having a wonderful holiday season! Fan Donations totaled:   $14,083.59For a total of  29,553.51 in support!Do you want to get all of our episodes a WEEK early, ad free? Want to help us support amazing charities? Join us on Patreon!Want to be a Patron? Get episodes AD-FREE, listen and watch before they are released to anyone else, bonus episodes, a 20% merch discount, additional content, and more! Learn more by visiting: https://www.patreon.com/scaredtodeathpodcast.Send stories to mystory@scaredtodeathpodcast.comSend everything else to info@scaredtodeathpodcast.comPlease rate, review, and subscribe anywhere you listen.Thank you for listening!Follow the show on social media: @scaredtodeathpodcast on Facebook and IG and TTWebsite: https://www.badmagicproductions.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/scaredtodeathpodcastInstagram: https://bit.ly/2miPLf5Mailing Address:Scared to Deathc/o Timesuck PodcastPO Box 3891Coeur d'Alene, ID 83816Opening Sumerian protection spell (adapted):"Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no home… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a demon or a ghoul… Whatever thou be until thou art removed… thou shalt find here no water to drink… Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand to our own… Into our house enter thou not. Through our fence, breakthrough thou not… we are protected though we may be frightened. Our life you may not steal, though we may feel SCARED TO DEATH." Subscribe to SiriusXM Podcasts+ to listen to new episodes of Scared to Death ad-free and a whole week early. Start a free trial now on Apple Podcasts or by visiting siriusxm.com/podcastsplus. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

On finit cette année de sortie de nouveau matos Nintendo avec une exclu qui était attendue depuis de très très nombreuses années, une arlésienne, un Duke Nukem Forever : Metroid Prime 4. Et comme vous allez pouvoir l'entendre, ce n'est pas un mauvais jeu, mais c'est loin d'être un bon Metroid. La faute probablement à un […]

Cada viernes, conéctate a + Mortal con Borja Alejandre. En + Mortal te avanzamos lo mejor del fin de semana: las últimas noticias de tus artistas favoritos, las novedades musicales más calientes y, por supuesto, los mejores planes para este fin de semana en las salas de Castilla y León. ¿Tienes ganas de que empiece el fin de semana? ¡Nosotros te ponemos a punto! Escucha + Mortal los viernes a las 12 del mediodía y a las 6 de la tarde. Además, puedes participar a través de nuestro chat de la radio online y de las redes sociales. Twitter y Facebook. Connect with us on: MortalFm - Castilla y León - Spain ▶ INSTAGRAM https://www.instagram.com/mortalfm ▶ FACEBOOK https://www.facebook.com/mortalfm/ ▶ TWITTER https://twitter.com/mortalfm ▶ WEBSITE https://www.mortalfm.es Email: mortal@mortalfmradio.com

Repaso con mucho cariño a Línea Mortal, la película que nos enseñaba que había algo más allá de la muerte. Su Argumento, curiosidades, anécdotas y mucho más, ven a cruzarla con nosotros. Con Fran Maestra y Luis Martínez Vallés Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

En una maniobra de brillantez estratégica, Moisés lidera a su pueblo fuera de Egipto y arrastra al ejército egipcio hasta la muerte. Mucha gente considera este Éxodo israelita como un acto de intervención divina. Ya sea inspirado por Dios o no, el Éxodo no fue solo una migración de esclavos, sino una maniobra militar de un grupo de mercenarios endurecidos por el combate. El faraón, enfurecido, envió a su ejército para capturar a los israelitas, después de que hubieran saqueado una ciudad egipcia. Sin embargo, la aguda mente militar de Moisés y su profundo conocimiento del terreno demostraron ser superiores al gigantesco y fuertemente armado ejército egipcio. Mientras los israelitas cruzaban peligrosamente las aguas por la noche, Moisés atrajo a los egipcios a lo que sería su tumba, el Mar Rojo.

Ever feel like you're stuck on a spiritual treadmill—striving, second-guessing, and never sure you've done enough? Hebrews chapter 7 offers a doorway out. We unpack why Jesus, as High Priest in the order of Melchizedek, changes the terms of assurance from fragile to forever by holding a priesthood that never ends. Mortal priests came and went; Jesus lives and intercedes without interruption, which means your access to God isn't fluctuating with your feelings or your week. It's anchored in His unending life.We walk through Hebrews 7:23–28 to explore what “once for all” really means. Instead of daily sacrifices and human representatives who must atone for their own sins, Christ—holy, innocent, undefiled, and exalted—offered Himself as the perfect sacrifice and now stands in the true Holy of Holies on our behalf. That's practical relief. If He saves completely, your security doesn't hinge on spiritual hot streaks or rituals that try to patch what only His cross can cure. The old system was endless and exhausting. His finished work ends the churn and invites you to rest.We also clarify what ongoing intercession looks like: not a replay of the cross, but a living Advocate applying a decisive victory. When accusations rise, the Father sees the Son. That's why Hebrews urges us to draw near to trust the One who holds us fast. If you've wrestled with doubt, fear of losing salvation, or the pressure to be “worthy enough,” this chapter will steady your heart and widen your view of grace. Listen, reflect, and share with someone who needs to hear that Jesus saves completely and keeps completely. If this helped you breathe a little easier, subscribe, leave a review, and pass it on.Support the showThank you for listening!! Please give us a five-star rating to help your podcast provider's algorithm spread RTTB among their listeners. You can find free study and leader resources at the following link - Resource Page - Reasoning Through the Bible Please prayerfully consider supporting RTTB to help us to continue providing content and free resources. You can do that at this link - Support RTTB - Reasoning Through the Bible May God Bless you!! - Glenn and Steve

durée : 00:56:11 - Very Good Trip - par : Michka Assayas - Quatrième partie de Very Good Trip consacrée aux oubliés de 2025. Au programme : Blood Orange, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, les Sparks ou encore la formation culte de Laetitia Sadier, Stereolab. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

En la frontera entre Kenia y Uganda, una cueva silenciosa ha sido señalada como el posible origen de uno de los virus más mortales del planeta. La Cueva de Kitum, excavada por colmillos de elefante y habitada por murciélagos frugívoros, fue el escenario invisible de dos muertes brutales en los años 80. A partir de esos casos, científicos y militares iniciaron una carrera contrarreloj para desentrañar el misterio de esta cueva africana que muchos bautizaron como “la cuna del Ébola”. En este episodio reconstruimos qué ocurrió realmente. Un relato de ciencia, terror y naturaleza desbordada, donde el horror no es sobrenatural: es biológico. Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

Comics:X-Vengers #1 by Jason Loo & Sergio DávilaThe Mortal Thor #4 by Al Ewing & Juann Cabal Absolute Wonder Woman #14 by Kelly Thompson & Mátias BergaraLoboCop #1 by Alan Grant & Martin Emond

Dois homens armado mataram pelo menos 15 pessoas na praia de Bondi, em Sydney; vítimas participavam de evento ligado a festividade judaica que celebra a paz e a luz; líder da ONU condenou antissemitismo em todas as suas formas. 

Cuatro personas murieron y varios transeúntes resultaron heridos en el ataque, según informó a la BBC un funcionario de la agencia de defensa civil de Gaza, dirigida por Hamás.

Una historia que comienza en un circo de los años treinta, donde un hombre pequeño, marcado por la burla y por la mirada de los demás, encuentra por fin un lugar… hasta que la llegada de una misteriosa tienda roja y blanca, y de la criatura que se oculta en su interior, rompe la frágil normalidad del campamento. Una historia de miedo, sí, pero también de identidad, de supervivencia… y de un enigma capaz de decidir quién vive y quién muere. Óscar Calleja pertenece al Taller Literario de El Vuelo del Cometa (con el que participó con un relato en el libro Ciberquimérico) y ha publicado relatos en revistas como GTM, El círculo de Lovecraft, El Yunque de Hefesto y en el Patreon de Ediciones el Transbordador. - Narración: Juan Carlos Albarracín - Locución Sintonía: Antonio Runa - Música: Epidemic Sound, con licencia Los Cuentos de la Casa de la Bruja es un podcast semanal de audio-relatos de misterio, ciencia ficción y terror. Cada viernes, a las 10 de la noche, traemos un nuevo programa. Alternamos entre episodios gratuitos para todos nuestros oyentes y episodios exclusivos para nuestros fans. ¡Si te gusta nuestro contenido suscríbete! Y si te encanta considera hacerte fan desde el botón azul APOYAR y accede a todo el contenido exclusivo. Tu aporte es de mucha ayuda para el mantenimiento de este podcast. ¡Gracias por ello! Mi nombre es Juan Carlos. Dirijo este podcast y también soy locutor y narrador de audiolibros, con estudio propio. Si crees que mi voz encajaría con tu proyecto o negocio contacta conmigo y hablamos. :) Contacto profesional: info@locucioneshablandoclaro.com www.locucioneshablandoclaro.com También estoy en X y en Bluesky: @VengadorT Y en Instagram: juancarlos_locutor CONVOCATORIA ABIERTA – Los Cuentos de la Casa de la Bruja. ¿Eres escritor o escritora y te gustaría escuchar uno de tus relatos narrado en el podcast Cuentos de la Casa de la Bruja? Estoy abriendo la puerta a autores emergentes que quieran compartir relatos originales dentro del tono del programa: historias de terror y ciencia ficción con atmósferas inquietantes, elementos fantásticos, oscuros o insólitos, y una cuidada calidad literaria. ¿QUÉ TIPO DE RELATOS BUSCO? • Relatos de terror y ciencia ficción • Con una extensión de entre 3.000 y 4.000 palabras • Con una narrativa sólida, buen uso del lenguaje y que se presten a ser narrados en voz • Textos originales e inéditos (o que al menos no estén vinculados a compromisos editoriales) ¿CÓMO PARTICIPAR? Puedes enviar tu relato en formato Word o PDF a info@locucioneshablandoclaro.com con el asunto: Relato para el podcast. Acompáñalo, si quieres, de una pequeña nota biográfica para que pueda presentarte adecuadamente. IMPORTANTE: La recepción de un relato no garantiza su publicación. La selección dependerá de criterios narrativos, temáticos y de estilo, siempre con el objetivo de mantener la atmósfera y el nivel que caracterizan al podcast. ¡No se trata de emitir juicios definitivos sobre ningún autor o texto! Yo no soy crítico literario, ni pretendo serlo. Se trata de encontrar aquellos textos que mejor encajen con el universo del programa. Si tu relato es elegido me pondré en contacto contigo. En caso contrario agradeceré igual tu confianza y el gesto de compartir tu trabajo. Gracias por hacer crecer esta casa con tu obra. ¡Espero leerte! Juan Carlos “Corman” Albarracín Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

Cada viernes, conéctate a + Mortal con Borja Alejandre. En + Mortal te avanzamos lo mejor del fin de semana: las últimas noticias de tus artistas favoritos, las novedades musicales más calientes y, por supuesto, los mejores planes para este fin de semana en las salas de Castilla y León. ¿Tienes ganas de que empiece el fin de semana? ¡Nosotros te ponemos a punto! Escucha + Mortal los viernes a las 12 del mediodía y a las 6 de la tarde. Además, puedes participar a través de nuestro chat de la radio online y de las redes sociales. Twitter y Facebook. Connect with us on: MortalFm - Castilla y León - Spain ▶ INSTAGRAM https://www.instagram.com/mortalfm ▶ FACEBOOK https://www.facebook.com/mortalfm/ ▶ TWITTER https://twitter.com/mortalfm ▶ WEBSITE https://www.mortalfm.es Email: mortal@mortalfmradio.com

El Premio Breach-Valdez de Periodismo y Derechos Humanos, reconoció este año el reportaje multimedia "A ellos no les vamos a abrir", que reconstruye el incendio ocurrido en 2023 en un centro de detención de migrantes en Ciudad Juárez. Allí, 40 hombres murieron y 27 sobrevivieron con secuelas permanentes, lo que abre un debate: ¿quién es responsable de esta tragedia? Rocío Gallegos una de las realizadoras nos acompaña en Escala en París.

La mayoría de la gente piensa que los mayores peligros del océano son los tiburones o las tormentas, pero la verdadera amenaza es algo que probablemente has pasado por alto sin pensarlo dos veces. Los arrecifes de coral pueden parecer hermosos desde la superficie, pero ocultos en esos colores brillantes hay una de las trampas más mortales a lo largo de nuestras costas. En los últimos años, han ocurrido varios accidentes fatales en estos arrecifes, sin embargo, casi nadie habla de ellos. Ya sea que estés nadando cerca de la orilla o tomando un tour en barco durante tus vacaciones, podrías estar mucho más cerca del peligro de lo que te imaginas. En este video, revelaremos por qué los arrecifes de coral pueden volverse mortales, qué hace que ciertos puntos oscuros sean extremadamente peligrosos, y por qué tan pocas personas saben que este riesgo existe. Antes de tu próximo viaje a la playa, querrás ver esto.

On profite tranquillement de cette fin d'année pour parler du tout dernier gros jeu de Sakurai, à savoir Kirby Air Riders. Et comme un bonheur n'arrive jamais seul, on en profite pour rajouter une couche sur son illustre ancêtre sur GameCube, Kirby Air Ride. De sa sortie chaotique et très contrainte dans le temps, à […]

Mortal Tragedies and Divine Manipulations: Colleague Emily Wilson explores key character dynamics, including Helen's weaving as a metaphor for poetry and her strained relationship with Paris, analyzing the tragic parting of Hector and Andromache, the rage of Hecuba, and the role of gods like Thetis and Hera in manipulating mortal fates through prayers and bargains. 1545 AD TROJAN WAR

Descubre por qué la fructosa puede convertirse en un enemigo silencioso que daña tu hígado, frena tu metabolismo y te impide adelgazar.

Una presunta "tormenta perfecta" de impacto climático, hambruna y comercio provocó la pandemia más mortífera del Viejo Continente.

México defiende el asilo político ante la OEA  Simulan falla aérea en el AICM para probar protocolos  Trump no descarta redadas migratorias durante el Mundial 2026Más información en nuestro Podcast

thetruthpulpit.com/ttpw Welcome to Through the Psalms, a weekend ministry of TheTruthPulpit.com. Over time, we will study all 150 psalms with Pastor Don Green from TruthCommunityChurch.org in Cincinnati, Ohio. We're glad you're with us. Let's open to the Psalms as we join our teacher in TheTruthPulpit.comClick the icon below to listen.         Related PodcastsUtterly Lost in Sin #2Utterly Lost in Sin #1The Peaceable Christian #2 

thetruthpulpit.com/ttpw Welcome to Through the Psalms, a weekend ministry of TheTruthPulpit.com. Over time, we will study all 150 psalms with Pastor Don Green from TruthCommunityChurch.org in Cincinnati, Ohio. We're glad you're with us. Let's open to the Psalms as we join our teacher in TheTruthPulpit.com

Durante el Jubileo de 1450, una mula que transportaba al Papa Nicolás V provocó un accidente sobre el puente de Sant'Angelo. La bestia se alteró, las barandillas cedieron y cientos de peregrinos cayeron al río, mientras otros eran pisoteados en la avalancha humana. La tragedia, con decenas de víctimas, llevó a rescindir construcciones cercanas y ensanchar el paso para evitar futuros desastres. El episodio permaneció en la memoria como una advertencia sobre el peligro de la masificación en espacios urbanos ya frágiles. Y descubre más historias curiosas en el canal National Geographic y en Disney +. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

“Why is missing Mass a mortal sin?” This question opens a discussion on the gravity of our obligations to God and the Church. Additionally, the episode addresses whether someone who has never heard the Gospel can be saved and explores effective ways to convert without affecting family dynamics. The conversation also touches on the challenges of becoming Catholic and perceptions of morality within the faith. Join the Catholic Answers Live Club Newsletter Invite our apologists to speak at your parish! Visit Catholicanswersspeakers.com Questions Covered: 07:00 – Why is missing Mass a Mortal sin? 20:07 – Can a person who never heard the Gospel be saved. If so, what makes Christianity necessary? 29:10 – What is the most effective way to convert without impacting my family? 43:40 – I am having trouble becoming Catholic because of marriage records. 49:37 – I'm not Catholic because you redefine your morality.

Bestias aterradoras, desde monstruos míticos hasta depredadores prehistóricos y patógenos ocultos, emergen cerca de nosotros y conmocionan al mundo cuando salen a la luz. Tenebroso y mortal Algunos hallazgos accidentales revelan secretos tan oscuros como peligrosos: maldiciones reales, restos humanos y patógenos capaces de acabar con la humanidad.

The Mortal Wound at Petersburg and the Appomattox Salute — Ronald White — Despite his Gettysburg fame, Chamberlain returned to combat, leading a brigade. At Petersburg in 1864, he sustained a near-mortal wound from a minié ball; two surgeons declared it would prove fatal. He miraculously survived without antiseptic or modern medical intervention. Later, he commanded the surrender ceremony at Appomattox, controversially offering a marching salute to the Confederates, honoring their valor.

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.

Sergio Pérez y Alma Espinosa hablan de Wicked 2, The running man, Drácula... y entrevistan a Julia Ducournau por Alpha. Además Do-Re-Film y Vinuteca.

La madrugada del 9 de diciembre de 2001, Kathleen Peterson fue encontrada muerta al pie de una escalera en su lujosa casa de Durham, Carolina del Norte. Su esposo, el novelista Michael Peterson, aseguró que se trataba de un accidente. Sin embargo, la escena sangrienta, la autopsia y los secretos descubiertos en la investigación apuntaban a algo mucho más oscuro.En este episodio exploramos a detalle la vida de Michael y Kathleen, la noche del 911, la evidencia forense y el inicio de uno de los juicios más mediáticos de las últimas décadas: el caso conocido como The Staircase.#truecrimepodcast #truecrimestories #truecrimeyoutubers #truecrimestory #cronicasdecrimen #podcast #crimen #kathleenpeterson #thestaircase #michaelpeterson

BECOME A PATRONhttps://PhysicallySpiritual.comHarmonium Counseling - https://www.harmoniumcounseling.comCatholic Psychotherapy Association - https://catholicpsychotherapy.orgJeff's Instagram (Discalced Counselor) - https://www.instagram.com/discalced_counselor/Andrew's Substack - http://becominggift.com Catechism References from Episode“The term "passions" belongs to the Christian patrimony. Feelings or passions are emotions or movements of the sensitive appetite that incline us to act or not to act in regard to something felt or imagined to be good or evil.” Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1763. - https://www.vatican.va/archive/ENG0015/__P5V.HTM“The passions are natural components of the human psyche; they form the passageway and ensure the connection between the life of the senses and the life of the mind. Our Lord called man's heart the source from which the passions spring.” Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1764. - https://www.vatican.va/archive/ENG0015/__P5V.HTM“Strong feelings are not decisive for the morality or the holiness of persons; they are simply the inexhaustible reservoir of images and affections in which the moral life is expressed. Passions are morally good when they contribute to a good action, evil in the opposite case. the upright will orders the movements of the senses it appropriates to the good and to beatitude; an evil will succumbs to disordered passions and exacerbates them. Emotions and feelings can be taken up into the virtues or perverted by the vices.” Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1768. - https://www.vatican.va/archive/ENG0015/__P5W.HTM“Moral perfection consists in man's being moved to the good not by his will alone, but also by his sensitive appetite, as in the words of the psalm: ‘My heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.'” Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1770. - https://www.vatican.va/archive/ENG0015/__P5W.HTM“For a sin to be mortal, three conditions must together be met: ‘Mortal sin is sin whose object is grave matter and which is also committed with full knowledge and deliberate consent.'” Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1770. - https://www.vatican.va/archive/ENG0015/__P6C.HTM“Imputability and responsibility for an action can be diminished or even nullified by ignorance, inadvertence, duress, fear, habit, inordinate attachments, and other psychological or social factors.” Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1735. - https://www.vatican.va/archive/ENG0015/__P5N.HTM

Em comunicado, peritos falam de padrão de violência contra os povos Guarani e Kaiowá; eles lembram que os povos indígenas desempenham papel vital no combate às mudanças climáticas e que deve haver compreensão nacional sobre a proteção dos indígenas.

Mortal Locks are going all in on NCAA this week

Study the daily lesson of Sefer HaMitzvos for day 260 with Rabbi Mendel Kaplan, where he teaches the mitzvah in-depth with added insight and detail.

Sergio Pérez habla de Die my love, La larga marcha, Ahora me ves 3, Todos los lados de la cama, Gaua, El mejor, Urchin, Bambi: La venganza...

Los líderes se reúnen en Brasil para la Cumbre del Clima COP30 de la ONU, mientras las Naciones Unidas declaran que el mundo no cumplirá con el límite de calentamiento de 1,5 grados establecido en 2015. Con 2025 destinado a ser uno de los años más cálidos jamás registrados, las pequeñas naciones insulares vulnerables imploran medidas más enérgicas.

Una simple cirugía de anginas, cornetes y tabique… pero con Daniel nada es simple

El periodista Ricardo Ravelo, reconocido por sus investigaciones sobre crimen organizado, presentó su más reciente obra: 'Fentanilo, la era diabólica de las drogas químicas', un libro que expone los orígenes, el poder económico y el devastador impacto social de esta sustancia que ha desatado una crisis de salud pública en Estados Unidos y México.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Matter changes, which is essential for God's plan for mankind.

The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that'd still be keeping his feet dry in ten years' time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.This is Vime's Theory of Socioeconomic Unfairness. This has nothing to do with the episode this week, its just interesting to think about.Best BooksAbsolute Batman Annual #1Shredder #2The Mortal Thor #3Book BlurbsAll New Spider-Gwen Ghost Spider #3 (try saying that 5 times fast. Its not that hard actually), Undeadpool #1, Rocketfellers #10, Black Cat #3, Space Ghost #4, Batman and Robin Year One #12, Supernatural #1, Creep Show Vol 4 #2Uncle's One More ThingFinal Fantasy (like all of it)Friends (The TV Show, not the concept, which is also a good thing)Honey I Shrunk the Kids (1989)

This week, Wenzel, Colt, and Tanner are giving you a banter episode to start off November! They go from talking about Halloween films vs Christmas films to the degradation of society through the use of AI to Pokemon Legends: Z-A impressions! A lot of fun banter as usual! ----------------------------------- Episode image created by Wenzel ----------------------------------- Catch up on all of Season 9's episodes here: soundcloud.com/aychpodcast/sets/aych-season-9-2025?si=ca5cc0cefc3941699fa62b95af89752b&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing ----------------------------------- Check out the entire AYCH Podcast Network! ► The Instruction Booklet: Video Game History Podcast! Want even more AYCH shows? Check out our full catalog playlists! soundcloud.com/aychpodcast/sets ----------------------------------- Twitch/Podcast Archive YT: www.youtube.com/@AYCHPodcast If you like what we're doing here, don't forget to leave us a review! You can also follow us on all of our social media below and tell us how we're doing: -- Bluesky: @aychpodcast.bsky.social -- Instagram: @aychpodcast -- TikTok: @aychpodcast -- Twitch: AllYouCanHear Leave us some suggestions in our Suggestion Box as well! goo.gl/forms/AHetCWQ2m7tHDigg1

El Dia de Todos Los Santos asociado al de Difuntos camina entre los vivos disfrazados de zombis, muertos vivientes a la manera Halloween. Sus raíces en el medievo y sus danzas macabras, me recuerda Ana Cristina Herrero, autora de "La Madre Muerte” como me recordaba Alonso Zamora Vicente, “Ven muerte, tan escondida que no te sienta venir...” o el “Gilgamesh” ( el 2º milenio a.C.) Cada una de las canciones desde "Alfonsina y el Mar” hasta las mías propias como “Memoria del Agua o "Tus Muertos” lo recuerda, "Recuerda que eres Mortal” (“memento mori”) iba repitiendo el esclavo al oido del general victorioso en su entrada triunfal. Puedes hacerte socio del Club Babel y apoyar este podcast: mundobabel.com/club Si te gusta Mundo Babel puedes colaborar a que llegue a más oyentes compartiendo en tus redes sociales y dejar una valoración de 5 estrellas en Apple Podcast o un comentario en Ivoox. Para anunciarte en este podcast, ponte en contacto con: mundobabelpodcast@gmail.com.

Politics, Pay to play shows, Protests, Plato (???) and so much more with Adrian and Justin of Mortal Ground and Domestic Terror Productions.CHECK OUT MORTAL GROUND - @ MortalGround on IGHOMEWORK ASSIGNEDAdrian:AFI - Silver Bleeds the Black Sun...Czarface - CzarmageddonJustin:The Weathermen - The ConspiracyDennis:Planet on a Chain - Ritual RoutineThe Sissy Boys - Lets PartyTommy:Cancer Void - First Metastasis

Pay to play shows, Protests, Plato (???) and so much more with Adrian and Justin of Mortal Ground and Domestic Terror Productions.CHECK OUT MORTAL GROUND - @ MortalGround on IGHOMEWORK ASSIGNEDAdrian:AFI - Silver Bleeds the Black Sun...Czarface - CzarmageddonJustin:The Weathermen - The ConspiracyDennis:Planet on a Chain - Ritual RoutineThe Sissy Boys - Lets PartyTommy:Cancer Void - First Metastasis

Fr. Ronald Rolheiser joins me to talk about his new book Insane for the Light, the final part of his spiritual trilogy that began with The Holy Longing and Sacred Fire. Together, we explore what it means to live faithfully through every stage of life from getting our lives together, to giving them away, to finally giving our deaths away. Fr. Rolheiser shares profound insights on the difference between resignation and surrender, how helplessness can become holiness, and why love is sustained not by emotion but by fidelity and presence. We talk about aging as a spiritual practice, the call to move from bitterness to gratitude, and the deep grace found in letting go. This is a conversation about surrendering in love, learning to live with open hands, and allowing the light of God to shine through us, even as everything else fades.Ronald Rolheiser, O.M.I., is President-Emeritus of the Oblate School of Theology in San Antonio Texas, where he remains a full-time faculty member and Professor of Spirituality. In 1982, he began writing a column “In Exile” which is carried in Catholic newspapers worldwide. He is the author of many award-winning books including The Holy Longing and Sacred Fire, and his newest book Insane for the Light releases in 2025.Ron's Books:Insane for the LightSacred FireThe Holy LongingRon's Recommendations:All the Way to HeavenRachel Held EvansRichard RohrConnect with Joshua: jjohnson@shiftingculturepodcast.comGo to www.shiftingculturepodcast.com to interact and donate. Every donation helps to produce more podcasts for you to enjoy.Follow on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Threads, Bluesky or YouTubeConsider Giving to the podcast and to the ministry that my wife and I do around the world. Just click on the support the show link below Contact me to advertise: jjohnson@shiftingculturepodcast.com Catch On Fire PodcastsThis channel does a deep dive into the scriptures so as to teach what it means to be...Listen on: Apple Podcasts SpotifySupport the show

Puerto Rico, un lugar tranquilo y alegre, gente bonita, familias muy unidas y un barrio que se respalda y vive en calma.... Relatos del lado oscuro nos lleva al momento de la tragedia, José Ramón nos cuenta sobre un alud, los misteriosos dibujos de los niños y los fantasmas de una tragedia.Premonición, precognición, corazonada, tragediaSíguenos en nuestras redes sociales:

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