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Let's Talk AI
#212 - o3 pro, Cursor 1.0, ProRL, Midjourney Sued

Let's Talk AI

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 17, 2025 106:08 Transcription Available


Our 212th episode with a summary and discussion of last week's big AI news! Recorded on 06/33/2025 Hosted by Andrey Kurenkov and Jeremie Harris. Feel free to email us your questions and feedback at contact@lastweekinai.com and/or hello@gladstone.ai Read out our text newsletter and comment on the podcast at https://lastweekin.ai/. In this episode: OpenAI introduces O3 PRO for ChatGPT, highlighting significant improvements in performance and cost-efficiency. Anthropic sees an influx of talent from OpenAI and DeepMind, with significantly higher retention rates and competitive advantages in AI capabilities. New research indicates that reinforcing negative responses in LLMs significantly improves performance across all metrics, highlighting novel approaches in reinforcement learning. A security flaw in Microsoft Copilot demonstrates the growing risk of AI agents being hacked, emphasizing the need for robust protection against zero-click attacks. Timestamps + Links: (00:00:11) Intro / Banter (00:01:31) News Preview (00:02:46) Response to Listener Reviews Tools & Apps (00:04:48) OpenAI adds o3 Pro to ChatGPT and drops o3 price by 80 per cent, but open-source AI is delayed (00:09:10) Cursor AI editor hits 1.0 milestone, including BugBot and high-risk background agents (00:13:07) Mistral releases a pair of AI reasoning models (00:16:18) Elevenlabs' Eleven v3 lets AI voices whisper, laugh and express emotions naturally (00:19:00) ByteDance's Seedance 1.0 is trading blows with Google's Veo 3 (00:22:42) Google Reveals $20 AI Pro Plan With Veo 3 Fast Video Generator For Budget Creators Applications & Business (00:25:42) OpenAI and DeepMind are losing engineers to Anthropic in a one-sided talent war (00:34:32) OpenAI slams court order to save all ChatGPT logs, including deleted chats (00:37:24) Nvidia's Biggest Chinese Rival Huawei Struggles to Win at Home (00:43:06) Huawei Expected to Break Semiconductor Barriers with Development of High-End 3nm GAA Chips; Tape-Out by 2026 (00:45:21) TSMC's 1.4nm Process, Also Called Angstrom, Will Make Even The Most Lucrative Clients Think Twice When Placing Orders, With An Estimate Claiming That Each Wafer Will Cost $45,000 (00:47:43) Mistral AI Launches Mistral Compute To Replace Cloud Providers from US, China Projects & Open Source (00:51:26) ProRL: Prolonged Reinforcement Learning Expands Reasoning Boundaries in Large Language Models Research & Advancements (00:57:27) Kinetics: Rethinking Test-Time Scaling Laws (01:05:12) The Surprising Effectiveness of Negative Reinforcement in LLM Reasoning (01:10:45) Predicting Empirical AI Research Outcomes with Language Models (01:15:02) EXP-Bench: Can AI Conduct AI Research Experiments? Policy & Safety (01:20:07) Large Language Models Often Know When They Are Being Evaluated (01:24:56) Beyond Induction Heads: In-Context Meta Learning Induces Multi-Phase Circuit Emergence (01:31:16) Exclusive: New Microsoft Copilot flaw signals broader risk of AI agents being hacked—‘I would be terrified' (01:35:01) Claude Gov Models for U.S. National Security Customers Synthetic Media & Art (01:37:32) Disney And NBCUniversal Sue AI Company Midjourney For Copyright Infringement (01:40:39) AMC Networks is teaming up with AI company Runway

Horsemanship Breakthroughs Podcast
Balancing The Use Of Reinforcements, And Being A Horse & Human Mum With Chloe Bailey

Horsemanship Breakthroughs Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 17, 2025 57:05


If you've ever found yourself questioning what is the most ethical way to train horses, felt like an outsider when it comes to exploring different methods, and/or you're a mum trying to balance horses, life, and kids…then this episode is for you! A while ago, I received a message on Facebook from Chloe Bailey, who had joined the new free Horse Mums FB group. She sent me a Google Doc in response to a question I had posted about how people navigate the use of reinforcements. Her response was so insightful that I knew it had to be shared, so here we are! I sat down with Chloe Bailey, a welfare-concious ‘amateur' horse trainer who has, like many of us, been asking those horse welfare questions and contemplating on how we can best navigate the use of reinforcement types in training.   We spoke about: Chloe's horse journey and how she navigates the use of reinforcements in training What led her to explore positive reinforcement (R+) Overcoming guilt from past training methods and advice for others facing the same struggles Balancing idealism with practicality in training The biggest misconceptions about positive reinforcement (R+) and negative reinforcement (R-) Dealing with a shift in identity after moving away from traditional horse communities Experimenting with longer delays between the click and reward – key insights The future of R+ in the horse world – what changes Chloe hopes to see in the next 5–10 years How becoming a mother has changed her horsemanship The challenges of being a horse mum and human mum – and how she manages them Chloe's latest horsemanship breakthrough Her favourite horse books and resources- including 2 authors that are completely new to me which I'm excited to read Her personal horse goals for the future Plus so much more!  

Hello Playdate Podcast
Potential Panic Event? - Negative Reinforcement

Hello Playdate Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 26, 2025 57:18


Hello Playdate Community! This week, Nick, Ryan, and Don hope to garner interest for a potential Panic event this summer! You'll also find our regular round-up of news, new releases, and more...Thanks for listening and joining us every other week! News/Links: Official Playdate Podcast Episode 32 OSMI After Dark: Game On! Potential Panic Event Interest Form PUP CUP on Engadget PUP CUP PUPPY BOWL James Channel Playdate Review Unfinished Dungeon Crawler Screenshot Jam Play Jam 7 is Upcoming Uncrank'd Shopify Uncrank'd Game Jam Winter Edition Intro/Outro Music - Made with Boogie Loops on Playdate Destination Update Suborbital Salvage on Destination Playdate Hope Lost Trackminia XTRIS Indie Inventory: ( 00:21:50 ) Crank Up by Elioth Games Volt Flop by JessicUgh DexSweeper by Fishagon LLC Cranky Cove by Jon Simantov Mignight Drift 86 by Henry Fehlner Eldritch Soul by Powerdive Games Carte Blanche by How Seven! XTRIS by Fletch Makes Stuff Catalog Games Currently on Sale Pick of the Week: ( 00:34:20 ) Negative Reinforcement by Digikerot Our Next Selection: Along Came a Spider: Valley of the Hollow by fatnose games Contact: Hello Playdate on Discord Hello Playdate on Instagram Hello Playdate on Bluesky Hello Playdate on Threads Hello Playdate on YouTube Playdatepodcast.com Indie Game of the Week Collection on itch.io Helloplaydatepodcast (at) gmail dot com Voice Mail - 1-(724)-BINGOS-1  (1-724-246-4671) For Amusement Only Games Merch For Amusement Only Podcast, Nick's EM Bingo and Pinball Podcast Game and Cast, Ryan's Handheld Gaming Podcast Series Tags: video games, gaming, handheld, handhelds, panic, playdate, play, date, yellow, crank, gameboy, ds, pocket, videogames, nintendo, sega, xbox, playstation, sony, vita, psp, ngage, itch.io, Keita Takahashi, katamari, gamegear

Consider the Dog Podcast
Episode 22: Negative Reinforcement vs. Punishment in Reactivity Cases, Head Position in Competitive Heeling, and More with Forrest Micke

Consider the Dog Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 4, 2025 66:33


Our guest today is Forrest Micke, bringing his background of sport and performance training knowledge into the mix. ALERT! This is a bit more of an “advanced” episode, so definitely a good one for those real dog-nerds out there. Tyler and Forrest have an in depth discussion of the when and why of using negative reinforcement versus punishment--particularly in the context of working with reactivity. Then, Forrest gives us some tips for working on head position during competitive heeling. On top of that, we get into the practicality and technicalities of different reinforcement schedules, and so much more. So, without further ado, let's dive into the conversation. Learn more on ConsiderTheDog.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/considerthedog/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/consider_the_dog/Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/considerthedogSubscribe: https://www.considerthedog.com/

ExplicitNovels
Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 21

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2024


Of Funerals and Families; Part Two. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “Birthed by stars, in immortal light, so why do we assume we pass into Darkness.” A maniac conducted the orchestra, while every section fought for dominance without a thought to the opera unfolding under its twittering cacophony. That is how it felt as I steeled myself for the service, but my musings were a fantasy. I had a swirling company of my twenty inductees, two Amazons, plus Rachel's detail and Esmeralda coordinating all the traffic. Pamela was absent. Buffy was the one in charge, deciding who got how close and under what level of scrutiny. The presence of law enforcement was made obvious by our vigilance, with mutual hostility being declared. The government was catching up with how they'd been screwed over. They couldn't prove a thing yet, although they had missed an entire day trailing after me. They also had new leadership. Pamela had expelled Theodora with the simple application of Conflict of Interest. Nicole and Pratt had joined me in my suite, so I was suitably armored when the Feds made their next run at me. I had stepped up in the world, so I was rewarded with a new attack plan. Her name was Assistant Federal District Attorney Javiera Castello, and two seconds of eye contact made precisely transparent what a hurricane she was going to bring to my life. Sex? Oh yeah, she was already figuring what penitentiary to send me to so she could make monthly visits. An impressive dicking wasn't going to save me this time. She was professional, polite and courteous concerning my mourning without being false. Theodora's strategy assumed I was the man who graduated from Bolingbrook a few months back. My history was clear and muddy enough to be real. I was what my documentation said I was; until Havenstone. Theodora had waved the flags and charged the barricades only to discover too late that my defenses weren't manned by a lone yahoo with a bow and arrow, but with mortars and machineguns and her troops had been scattered, her plans shredded. Javiera had my measure now. I was a Prince. Of what, she didn't know yet. She was going to find out. Not out of some fatalistic curiosity, but because that's where the bread crumbs led. Dad was what he appeared to be, that plot of land was relatively worthless and two groups of professional killers had fought and died dragging my father either away, or to safety. I work with some scary-smart ladies. "Ms. Castello, would you care to travel with me to the service?" I turned to her at the last moment. I was a clever puppy, good with women and I wasn't trying to be a politician. Javiera took my gesture for what it was; an olive branch. I was offering to be less of an obstructionist, and she was willing to forgo retribution for my earlier stunts. Five minutes down the road in the stretch limo, I could see the question eating Javiera up inside. She was honoring my melancholy; I could almost hear Dad saying, 'Son, you have company' as a persistent reminder to his petulant teenage slacker that I was a member of the Human Equation. "What do you want to ask me?" I gathered my civility to the fore. Nicole shifted so that we were making eye contact. "Is there a limit to how many questions?" she started off with. I didn't say 'One and that was it'. "I've been told it will take us thirty-two minutes to the cemetery," I looked at my watch. "That gives us; twenty-six minutes," I offered. "Why all the hostility?" led the charge. "A variety of people consider my life to have some value. For a few it is personal. For most, they attach a more esoteric price tag on my existence," I replied. "That is vague enough to be useless," she gently scolded me. Oh, I could see that both Javiera and Nicole were about to play Nutcracker with my heritage until it was the consistency of warm peanut butter. "I am the member of not one, but two secret societies," I kept steady eye contact with her. Yes; there was that look I was slowly becoming accustomed to; that one that conveyed 'what you said made no sense, so why aren't you lying to me?' "Which ones?" Javiera rebounded quickly. "Perhaps we should discuss this at a later time," Nicole reposed. "Nicole," I patted her knee, "how would you feel if you got Javiera murdered?" "That thought shouldn't even be;” she stated. "Nicole, I'm worried enough about you. People know I like you, so they may not kill you for looking in the wrong trash bin," I explained. "She doesn't even have that rather tenuous screen." "Was it one, or both secret societies that shot and killed your father?" Javier continued. "Without a doubt it was an accident. The all-female group was simply scouting the location out as part of forming a contingency plan," I said. "The other group showed up to kidnap my father to interrogate him; I'm not going to tell you why." "The first group identified themselves and the second group began shooting. In the process of grabbing my father, they shot him three times. In the process of taking him to one of their cars, the living lady engaged them in a final firefight. They abandoned my father and left." "You seem to know a great deal about what happened," Javiera noted. "I've seen the footage the first group took from their helmet cams," I told her. "Is there any way I could see that?" she prodded. "By no human means I can think of," I shrugged. "Feel free to ask that extremely venomous lady sitting next to you. Her name is Rachel," I made the introduction. "She remains under the impression that killing people around me will somehow save me from myself," I added. "I not only trust her, I trust her with the lives of my daughters." "You don't have any children we are aware of," Javiera wondered. "Rachel knows what I mean," I gave a lopsided grin. Rachel knew alright. I wasn't asking her to save me with that statement. I was asking her to save my future. "What is with all the women? I'm a believer in gender equality. You seem to lack any male employees, period. Is this a permutation of a harem?" Javier opened another line of investigation. Rachel and Buffy quickly snorted their amusement then returned to their not-so-subtle aggression. I was sure my chauffeur, Tiger Lily, was snickering it up too, beyond the glass. Sigh. "That was uncalled for," I frowned at the Fed. "Five Google searches and you should know all about Havenstone's hiring practices. Ask what you want to ask. Don't try to trick me. I am definitely not in the mood." "Why are you in charge; a male over Havenstone employees that certainly have more skill and experience at; just about everything?" Javiera came clean. "Put on your hip-waders," I groaned. "This is going to suck." I waited until I had her undivided attention. "A long time ago, I killed a group of really bad people," I grunted. I could see that she wasn't buying it despite her interrogation senses saying I was being truthful. "When I say a long time ago, I mean about 2500 years ago." Sigh. "Before you start tossing Thorazine at me, all you need to accept is that every one of those women around me believes that to be true." "So this is a cult?" Javiera inquired bravely. "Put it this way. I'm sure you practice a martial art of some kind. You probably have a chromatic belt that you are rather proud of. It will not help you. These women are professional killers. I'm pretty sure there are a dozen unidentified corpses that could be attributed to these two." I already knew that Buffy killed some guys. Rachel? She was a team leader, so I was willing to have faith in her ability to remorselessly end another person's life. Javiera must have volunteered for my personal fiasco. "Are you being held against your will?" she looked so vigilant and intent. "I can get you out." "No," a dry chuckle. "I'm; not good; getting by. There is no way in Hell I'm leaving Havenstone. I can hardly kill all the people responsible for my father's death if I did that." "If you seek personal vengeance, I will be forced to bring every legal power to bear to stop you," she felt bound to threaten me. "Don't stop being you on my account, Ms. Castello," I finally managed a smile. It was sincere and Javiera knew it. "Who? Maybe I can catch them before you do?" she offered me an escape clause. "You will know it when you see it," I took a deep breath. "Do not try anything at the funeral," she warned me. "Law enforcement will be all over the place." She really wanted to screw me in prison. I knew those things. "I'm not going to kill them there," I assured her. "They will be the ones running for their lives though." "How is that going to work?" Nicole finally broke my silence. "I have 27 ladies willing to kill on my command," I exaggerated. "When I tell those men I know they were responsible and that they should run for their lives, they are going to run for their lousy stinking lives." "But you are not going to give the order to have them killed," Javiera stated. She was getting my measure now. "No, but they don't know that and being horrible human beings, they will assume that I will have them murdered over my father's grave," I turned positively wolfish. "They will run and they will keep running because of you and yours, Javiera. They won't have guns because they don't want to be arrested," I finished. "Why are they afraid to be arrested?" Javiera was putting the puzzle together. That was our deal after all. "I can have repeated, heavenly sex on a train with a nun," I confessed. "I'm pretty sure I can arrange to have a scumbag killed in prison." "I think we can both agree my client is under a great deal of stress at this time," Nicole intervened. "I think we can agree your client is not Al Capone, much less Osama bin Laden," Javiera allowed. "I still think he is exceedingly dangerous." "Dangerous? Dangerous is dating in this town," I groaned. "Went out late last night to a dance club, met two sweet girls visiting the Windy City, stepped outside and they tried to kill me." "Do these two count as 'public'?" Buffy snarled. She meant Javiera and Nicole. Pratt was in another car and the only others with us were Rachel and me. This was going to hurt. "No," I sighed. Wham! The Charlie Horse from Hell! "That's why you have bodyguards, you jerk," Buffy nearly cried. "Ah; we were with him," Rachel tapped Buffy's upper arm. "Oh." Long pause. "I; I apologize," Buffy said sheepishly. "I had no idea you were getting smarter." That was probably the best apology I was going to get. It was still my fault. "You do it out of love, Buffy," I rubbed my arm. Buffy gave me a heartbreaking smile. "Was that domestic violence, or assault?" Javiera snarled. "Neither one is allowable under Illinois law." "It is a Human Resources Team-building tool," I lied. "In some places it is called Obedience Training, or Negative Reinforcement." "I have never seen another human being take a beating like Cáel can," Rachel complimented me. "He is also incredible in the bed room," Buffy added on. Javier didn't know what to make of the menagerie of 'not-normal' women who hung around me. She locked eyes with Buffy. "I mean Really fantastic," Buffy licked her lips. Nicole nodded in agreement. "I can't use any of this," Javiera muttered after several minute of silence. "It is all a type of shared delusion; with fourteen dead bodies attached to it." "Ah, the guy with both femoral arteries shot out made it? Whoa, we've got some top notch surgeons in this city," I nodded. "Yes. As opposed to those two men who had their heads shot off," Javiera added bitterly. Reminding her that poor Horace of the Burnham PD had done the deeds was pointless. "Who died?" I attempted some reciprocity from Javiera. She'd read through every public aspect of my life and had talked to me for less than ten minutes. She excelled at her craft; punishing lawbreakers. "I conclude you know the name of the three dead women and the one living one," she began, "because we haven't a clue who they really are. Their cover identities aren't perfect. We simply can't get anything about them behind the fallacy of their existence." She waited. "If you can help us put the wounded woman in some sort of shared protective custody, I can probably 'suggest' that she be more cooperative," I counter-offered. Rachel nodded. "The eight other bodies at the house;” Javiera shook her head. "Four were dead and by that I mean reported dead from four to nine years ago. The rest; Hell, they were all twisted fucking savages. Every one of them had Interpol warrants out for them, for questioning. No accusations seemed to stick to them: misplaced evidence, dead witnesses and falsified death certificates." "Does this mean anything to you?" Javiera paused to get some more information. "Yes. Reference the men running for their lives," I nodded. "Cáel?" Rachel cautioned me. "This is not something you can rush into." "Actually, it was you who clued me in, Rachel," I looked at her. "Given an opportunity to have only one gun of a given type, would you choose one you knew intimately, or a totally random one?" was my rhetorical question. Professionals trained with a large variety of weapons, yet every Amazon I had met had a preferred weapon; one that if they could have it with them, they would. "The Zastava M2," Rachel nodded. "It is not used in too many places and only Peru in this hemisphere. Someone really loved that gun; enough to bring it from whatever killing field where he was currently employed to my home," I said. "Since the other likely culprit passed on a chance to kill me last night, I am sure enough to pick a fight." (Holy Cross) It had to be odd in so many ways for the people who knew Dad and, to a lesser extent, me. They gathered by the graveside. It wasn't much. Dad had been cremated as had Mom. They had these small granite markers; no headstones for them. They had been so much in love. All they wanted is to be laid to rest, side by side. Mom had insisted on cremation. I thought I knew why, but it had done no good. The true oddity was obvious. The islet of normalcy was the small funerary party with me. My Aunt; my Father's Sister; was here and somewhat in shock. She and Dad hadn't been close; so much unsaid. When my Grandparents died, Dad was only nineteen and Stella was sixteen. Stella's lifelong friend had moved to Maryland a few months previously. Stella reached out to her friend, her friend's parents talked to Dad and Stella went to off to be a mariner. Seeing her occasionally as I was growing up was the extent of our relationship. The priest did his thing. I wondered what Christ thought of this mystic fur ball that was the amalgam of my life. My hope was that he was quietly urging me to do the right thing. The Padre finished, the co-workers and neighbors came by to give their condolences and then ran the gauntlet. The gauntlet? Yes, the herd of Amazons, O'Shea kin and four other clumps of people who I didn't know, yet undoubtedly would soon. Selena and Miyako were present along with a third female who looked luscious in a burqa-shaped covering and a diaphanous veil. Javiera, Pratt and Nicole were somewhat out of place with their lack of arrogant lethality. A limo driver came to take Stella away. "I have some issues to deal with, Aunt Stella," I comforted her. "Vér a vér." It had been ages since she'd heard Hungarian so she wasn't sure what I meant, but she knew it was bad. One of my O'Shea aunts was coming my way until the menace of the closing Amazons halted her. The others had no clue what they were about to behold. I doubt outsiders had ever been privileged to witness anything like it. This was a declaration; it was my mission statement. Ishara did not hide. I took off my coat, folded it, placed it on the damp grass then knelt on it. Buffy stepped up with the bowl of incense and followed my 'coat to keep your knees clean' stunt, sitting perpendicular on my right. Helena followed suit on my left, placing a shroud over my head and leaned over the bowl. Gamble number one: the incense lit up instantly. Gamble number two: it really did burn my eyes; no more Desiree slapping me around. I was sure she'd be heartbroken. Gamble number three: while using my nifty little Amazon blade to gather my tears, I managed not to cut myself. The inductees were much more impressed when they realized what I was doing under my head covering. The next step had me pulling back the shroud, standing up, and striding over the burning bowl of incense. Helena called out the first name. The lady didn't need any prodding. The Amazon walked over to my coat and knelt. Helena wrote down her name and handed her the slip of paper. My Keeper motioned to the bowl. The first applicant placed her named slip of paper on the embers. The simple message flashed up and was consumed. That was unlooked for. I declared her old self dead. With my tears, I opened her eyes to our ancestral history and with blood, I brought her into our future. She had entered House Ishara. She wasn't the only one crying either. What Rachel and her team thought was unknown to me. They were being hyper-vigilant. Esmeralda kept stealing glances our way. Things went along with joyous solemnity until the fourteenth woman, Alicia, knelt before me. Helena handed the paper over, the Amazon dropped it on the incense and nothing happened. I was about to move on to the next part of the ritual when I caught sight of that. Buffy, Helena and the lady were all staring at the offending bit of tinder. I bent over and, with my index finger, pushed it into the embers. Nothing; no heat, or fiery consumption. I put some spit on my finger and pushed again. This time it burned me. The paper was fine. Damn it; 'Come on Ishara!' I screamed mentally. 'Can't I have a simple bit of theater without you mangling someone's dreams?' There was no supernatural scolding, or retort. "Alicia, Ishara believes you have not yet finished your walk outside our House," I consoled the woman; Alicia Holt. As she stood up, faced gripped with disbelief, Buffy rose and took her away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alicia shoot me a poisonous look. Buffy had anticipated this and was making sure the woman didn't make a scene. The last six women were even more nervous than the previous thirteen. Thankfully, Ishara was accepting of the remainder and we all transited to the group celebratory hug. Act one has passed safely, Act two had an unexpected bump and here came round three. The 'dignitaries' started swooping in. Outside of the O'Shea's, none of the guests wanted to have another group behind them, or hemming in them. Two of the groups held back and since one was composed entirely of Asians, I was betting the other group was the Egyptian Rite. One of my now four aunts came forward. My small crowd of Isharans gave her barely enough room to approach the grave. She placed a green rose upon my Mother's small marble marker. I wondered what my Mother would have thought of her sisters finally finding her; green rose? Who made green; probably the same sick son of a bitch who made female clones of himself? The other three followed suit, placing the roses in a radiating sunburst on the small piece of marble. Through the wall of Illuminati security came; the Missing Link. Oh My God. I had heard of V-chested males, but this was insane. I swear his upper arms were as big as my thighs. The problem was the hips and legs of the body didn't match-up to the torso, arms, neck (or lack thereof) and shoulders. The upper, steroid-addicted half belonged to a two meter tall giant. The lower half belonged to, maybe, a subpar man of a meter and a half This monster didn't have a receding hairline (actually, he did); he had a receding forehead. In homo-sapiens, if you roll a marble off their heads, it drops and hits the eyebrows. On this guy, it was a gentle ski-slope all the way down. "This is your Uncle Carrig," Brianna; I thought it was Brianna; made the introductions. I dialed up my Irish. Carrig meant; meant; 'rock'. Not 'the Rock' as in Dwayne Johnson. No, it meant 'rock' as in 'lump'. I had an Uncle Lumpy. How the fuck was I going to explain this at the next high school reunion? The answer was obvious. I'd parade out my four lava-stoked volcanic aunt-hotties and no one would be able to see old Uncle Lumpy over their sexual radiance. Perhaps being created in the form of a disfigured Neanderthal made Lumpy furious with the world. That might be why he wanted Grandpa to stay dead. Maybe; oh hell, Lumpy had serious family issues, as in he wanted to hump my aunts who only wanted to hump me. "Hello Uncle Carrig," I started out. "Thank you for; " "Shut up," he sneered. "I came here to see your whore of a mother one last time, not listen to your prattle." "Carrig, don't," Fiona intervened. "He is family." He took a deep breath. "I know why all of you want him in the Family," he snarled at his sisters. "Behave, or leave," I relayed in a far calmer voice than I felt. "I'll leave when I'm good and ready," Carrig turned his hate back on me. He put a finger to his nose and cleared his sinuses. The resulting sputum he launched at my Mother's tiny rock reminder was dead-on the money, gooey, white and full of phlegm. I looked at that defilement. This red-hot poker of rage seared through my mind. Instead, I laughed. It started as a stuttered utterance but grew and grew into a rich, resounding conquest of death and despair. "Wow, Unc; that was kind of pathetic," I chuckled. "It is impossible to imagine you ever breathed the same air, much less hold any genetic resemblance, to the greatest criminal mastermind of the past millennia. Seriously, spitting on a piece of stone was the most your orangutan-like, sloped-headed pea brain could come up with?" "After that (cough) brilliant bit of diplomacy, he's probably glad he's still dead and didn't have to witness your infantile blunder," I added. He was getting pissed; torn between his desires to pummel me, rip me to shreds, or storm off like a raging King Kong. "You know, when they killed Grandpa, they told me he made a noise like a stuck pig," I mirthfully met his hateful glare. "For a moment, they thought they'd killed the wrong man." "They suspected you and Granddad were in the next chamber, him ramming you up your sissy-ass for the umpteenth time because you are nothing but a ball-less wonder of a cast-off eunuch," I kept taunting him. "Then they recalled that you always squealed like a piglet, not a full grown boar, so they completed their mission and left," I refused to flinch before his vile hatred. "You think you are funny?" he leaned in and hissed. "I think you need a breath mint; and I am hilarious," I grinned. "I also think I'm the son Granddad always wanted, not you." That was me being mean; really mean. "We are not done," his eyes narrowed. "Take your pulse," I mocked him. "When it stops, we are finished. Until then, brush, use mouthwash and floss between meals. Your halitosis is truly offensive and worse, I think you are aware of it, yet still you refuse to respect other people's personal boundaries." "We should go brother," Deidre beckoned. She couldn't hide her amusement at his discomfort and humiliation. Uncle Carrig pivoted and back-handed her. Deidre went flying, but my idiot kinsman didn't have long to savor his win. I hit him with two lightning blows. My first thought was that I had dislocated a few of my fingers from hitting his jaw. Wasn't there a Bond villain like that? Carrig turned on me, a feral fury brimming just beneath the surface. "That's a breach, you cocky, snot-nosed punk," he sneered. Mass carnage was in the offing. "You remain painfully ignorant, Uncle Carrig," I took a half-step back. "Take your punishment now, or later," he coughed. "It makes no difference to me." "First off, Carrig, timing should be a poignant concern. Second, you have only now expended a great deal of your meager brain power convincing everyone here we are related; kin; O'Shea's," I explained. "Also, can I have my knife back?" "Knife?" he blinked suspiciously. "Yeah, the knife I left in your chest," I pointed. I said I hit him twice. Uncle Lumpy looked down and, sure enough, my handy little 10 cm blade was between his second and third rib on the right side. I hadn't wanted to kill him. I had wanted to hurt him and apparently failed at that; while sticking a blade almost up to the handle (Amazon personal blades have no hilt) into him; "What; how?" Lumpy was slowly clueing in that he might be in some trouble. "Brother," Brianna stepped up; shooting me a sultry, 'bend me over the closest headstone and bang me like your Goth prom date' look. I actually didn't go to my prom, Goth chicks are fun and Brianna didn't have panties on. Trust me; I have ESP concerning such things. Of more immediate concern; "Carrig, don't pull out the knife," she placed herself between us, facing him. "You will bleed all over the place." "I'm about to ram it down his ass through his throat," he snarled, clearly educationally challenged. I'd left the blade there for that very reason; not have him fountain blood all over the gravesite. "How long is the blade?" Brianna asked me. She already knew the answer. "10 cm," I was polite, "as is the knife every other Amazon carries." "Reach around and pull out the blade when I tell you," Brianna requested. "I will keep pressure on the wound." I had serious doubts she had an MD associated with her name which meant she knew something I didn't. I also had a more pressing conundrum. Per instructions, I was about to be pressing against Brianna's backside with the added benefit of a free hand. "So, do you want me to pat them, or give them a good rub?" I whispered to Brianna. I'd let he decide what treatment her ass was about to receive. "I figure if I reach around and massage your breasts, Carrig will lose it." "Cáel, take a firm hold. Be doubly sure you are ready before we begin," Brianna instructed. It wasn't the Di Vinci Code, but Carrig wasn't about to conquer a Denny's Kid's Menu (it has little games on it) anytime soon either. Brianna wanted double penetration and, in the name of renewing family relations and my inability to resist any available woman for more than a few days, I complied. Then the horror came crashing in; I hadn't had sex all day and it was almost 10 am. "Don't move, Uncle," I cautioned him. I used those words to conceal the sound of Brianna's skirt zipper going down. I used my other hand to gingerly grab my weapon; the knife; jeesh. Brianna spread her legs wider so that the tension kept her apparel from slipping down. My free hand went inside and got to work. Fortunately, Brianna's hands pressing above and below the wound distracted Carrig from her cute, precious whimpering noises. I must be a total dick. I was stroking my aunt/clone mother with two fingers and teasing her bunghole with my thumb while pulling a knife from my uncle's chest. What is wrong with me? For that matter, Ishara could stymie the ambitions of some poor 'Runner', yet decided her prime minion doing this was a good thing? I work for some screwed up people; dead and alive. "Okay, I'm about to do it," I warned them both. Brianna was kind enough to roll her hips forward and ass up for more direct access. The blade came out, two fingers thrust into her depths, Carrig grunted more in annoyance than any physical distraction and Brianna gasped with piteous need. Before Carrig could start to connect A to B to C, I withdrew my fingers and zipped Brianna up. As I started to withdraw, Brianna acted like my loins were velcroed to her posterior. "Bad Girl," I quietly gave her a risqué reproach. She let me go. Then it hit me like a meteor; I had caused Brianna to orgasm, and hard, with one touch. In fact, she was still roughly riding through it. The mental discipline needed to mask her arousal was impressive. She had no control over her aromatic qualities, Lumpy's nostrils were working fine and his hateful, beady rodent-like eyes latched back on me. "I'm going to kill you," he screamed. Carrig definitely wanted to screw his sisters and they had certainly been denying him. I was curious how that had been accomplished. As he shoved Brianna aside, my suspicion about the seriousness of my wound to his chest was confirmed. I hadn't punched through his heavy corded muscle tissue; with a 10 cm blade. Fuck a duck. If Uncle Carrig got those horrifically huge paws of his on me, I'd be paper-mâché in a hurricane; turned into veal; the very tenderized kind. That wasn't going to happen because of a little factor called crowd density. Most notably, he was in the midst of a passel of Amazons invested in my well-being. A sliver of the O'Shea family dynamic took hold. As usual, it sucked to be me. The four O'Shea ladies rallied around Carrig, cautiously pulled him back then ushered him into the steely embrace of their security. Why did that mean it sucked to be me? In a momentary visual exchange, I understood what Lumpy instinctually sensed when he showed up today. His reign as the place-holder for me was coming to an end. The second my Aunts recruited me over to their side, he was a goner. Obviously they had all the real intellect on that side of the clan. Poor Lumpy merely stomped around and acted like the socially maladjusted homicidal maniac he was. Once the journey to Grandpa's house began, he would cease to have any value whatsoever. Behind his animalistic, dull eyes, we shared that. Tragically, but most likely by design, Carrig couldn't develop a new set of skills to adapt to the situation. The best example I could come up with was; Imagine the last of the super-large amphibious predators confronting the first of the true dinosaur apex carnivores. Somewhere in that tiny amphibian brain, it knew it was screwed. Evolution simply hadn't left it an 'out'. It couldn't get bigger, faster, or more ferocious. It had maxxed out those traits for that model. Nope, it was toast and nothing could save it. As I processed that, the rest of that train of thought came tumbling down. Lumpy was a dead man. He'd hit one of his sisters in front of me which was precisely what they wanted. Deidre hadn't come by my place on Monday to warn me that Uncle Blockhead was trying to kill me. She was prepping me for the knowledge that they had killed Lumpy; to save me. Those incestuous nightmares had trotted Uncle Carrig out like a Barnum  and  Bailey Sasquatch, to loud acclaim and fanfare. Before I could do some in depth research/check to see if this was the 'real' Sasquatch, he would vanish aka be killed to save me. Well played ladies. They should have taken into account I worked for Katrina Love. Katrina undoubtedly played three-dimensional chess on-line so she could lure out the true Vulcans trapped on Earth. My aunts' straw man wasn't going to cut it. Back to the reality that included my father never again enjoying my meandering thoughts over dinner. Back to the other curious 'real' players as they moved in, having soaked up my ceremony and our O'Shea family struggle. If there as a benefit in that misadventure, it was the look on the faces of the two most distant groups. The ambassadors had on their poker faces. I was two decades away from having a chance of deciphering them. Foolish mortals, both groups had brought women with them though. That was not to imply that women can't keep secrets; they are among the experts. It wasn't secrets they were defending though; it was the interaction between Brianna and me that opened them up. If you are a woman and you see a man bring a different woman to orgasm with his fingers in under ten seconds and you are NOT intrigued, you have been sexually neutered. Even if you are a lesbian, you want your lover to pick up that technique. From the level of interest coming my way, I could tell what their bosses/associates really thought of me. The lady who was already thinking how to pull me aside at the reception was also projecting that I had piqued her co-workers, despite their feigned disinterest. The one who was plotting out how to disguise herself as a maid, so she could hide in my bathroom closet until I came in for a shower this evening. Then the feigned interrogation/instructional demonstration could begin, which told me they had chosen to not leave Chicago today despite previous travel plans. The three assholes won the social dare contest and approached me next. They were cool, somewhat disdainful and not a party to the murderous program that led us here today. They were still Condotteiri, thus my enemies and slayers of my Dad. "Mr. Nyilas," a smooth talking Canadian male began, "I wish to pass on the condolences of; " "I know it was you," I broke in. The Canadian; Ottawa, I thought; stopped talking, allowing me to vent. "You killed my father, you fucks. Now here is your 'I got drunk and stuck my cock in a meat grinder only to discover some other moron plugged it in' bullet to the brain. I am not only Cáel Nyilas, I am Cáel Ishara and Cáel, grandson of Cáel O'Shea," I narrowed my vision to menacing slits. "I will let you figure out which Goddess is Ishara as well as the convoluted genetics that has resurrected male Amazons. I want you to know that my father was the Head of House Ishara. You killed a Factor of the Illuminati, the 'Voice' of one of the Nine Clans, one of your own Generals, a Grand Master of the Egyptian Rite, a Ba Wang of the 7 Pillars, or a Chosen Son or Daughter, of Earth  and  Sky "That's right," I let the fear sink in. "This goes beyond a breach, Dumbass. You BROKE the Truce and have ended the Protocols by killing an Amazon leader. I'm sure claims of ignorance by your Generals will be taken for the empty blathering they are. It is time for your blood to soak the sacred soil of my father's place of entombment." Having buried him and his two cohorts in a rockslide of truth, my final bluff passed unrevealed for the empty threat it was. I could see by the looks in their eyes. Amazons didn't care about law enforcement. They would kill those three, vanish into the surrounds then slink back to their secret compounds. It was how the Condotteiri thought Amazon's worked. "Or," I grumbled, "Are you going to make me and my sisters hunt you down and work for it. Killing you with our knives is going to be;” I was saying when their retreat began. I was going to say 'messy'. Those three took a half-dozen steps back then ran for it. Now the stage was fully set. The three members of the Nine Clans came next. I took a totally different tone. Selena stepped up to speak, bowing as she started to speak. "We wish;” she started. There was a lot of interrupting going on today. "Please do not bow to me," I requested softly. "We have fought and it seems inappropriate to me that, without there being a martial decision, we cannot be sure who should be more respectful to whom," I suggested. Selena quickly switched gears. She and her two female companions were now openly staring at me. "My Sith Lady is most likely preparing for trouble at my most vulnerable point," I told Selena. "I'm much more trouble than I first appear," I added. A hiccup in the conversation took place. "You are the male Head of an Amazon House; how?" Selena questioned. "My father and the fathers before him carried the genes of the original Ishara. When Her daughters died out, the legacy fell to me," I explained. Really smart girls; really, really smart girls. "You do not have any daughters, so your first born daughter will be the next Head of your House," the Hashashin noted quickly. "Of any line?" Ah, the siren call of 'please have unprotected sex with me, Mr. Studmuffin. Not only will I walk bow-legged for a week afterwards, I'll have a political tool to use for a lifetime.' "Yes, that is true. Please understand, unless you can catch a thrown tomahawk with your feet, I can't say you are at the top of the list," I sighed. "Speaking of the acrobat of my dreams, how are you doing Miyako?" I knocked away at the barrier between our respective groups. I could hardly be considered an Amazon if I wasn't stacking the odds against the Condotteiri, now could I? On came that child-like Nipponese girl's smile that made me want to double-check her ID for proof of age. "It is recovering nicely. Thank you, Ishara-sama," she smiled warmly. "May I see?" I inquired. Miyako nodded so I went down until I was balanced on the balls of my feet. She deftly slipped out of one of her shoes, placed her foot on my knee then began rolling up the pants leg until the bandage was revealed. In the past few hours my medical knowledge had not increased one iota. I was pretty sure that Miyako knew what this doctor's visit was really all about. I gently massaged her leg from ankle to knee, examining it for flaws and weaknesses. I received some manna from Heaven when I stumbled upon a muscle spasm in her foot arch. I worked it out in under thirty seconds and she gave me a musical murmur of relief when I was done. I put her shoe back on and rolled down her trouser leg. "I would still like you to see our medic if you could spare the half-hour," I offered as I stood. "If it would ease any misconceptions about our first encounter, I will do it," Miyako changed her mind from last night. My next neural misfire was 'Did I pack enough condoms to do all these girls I've been promising to fuck since I got here?' "Estere Abed," the thinly-veiled applicant to be the mother of my first child introduced herself. I was at my father's funeral, I'd been hit with the realization that my incestuous aunts are going to emasculate the uncle I'd just met before they kill him, and I was talking to a woman with skin the color of well-seasoned Oak, eyes as dark as expresso-roasted coffee beans (so deeply brown they were almost black), a pale turquoise, virtually transparent pretend-burqa, with inner, skimpy clothing bits keeping her barely street-legal and visualizing what our daughter would look like. "I am of Kurdish extraction," she lowered her head minutely. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! Not only was a-bed something I was seriously considering with this woman, Estere was a Kurdish name of Old Persian extraction. It meant Ishtar; who was the advanced incarnation of Ishara. Bitch; aimed up at my Matron Goddess and Ancestral Mother turned Dominatrixes of my soul. "How; how mystically convergent that is," I grumbled. "I apologize. Me and my matron Ball-buster are exchanging psychic barbs at the moment. Had you somehow predicted this would have happened, I would be happier. With my luck though, this is accidental from the perspective of the mortal plane, thus a point of incredible annoyance to me right now." "Do you often talk to your ancestors?" Estere inquired politely. "Only after I've done something bad," I groaned. "Usually my Goddess is short on instructions yet always ready with 'I told you so'." "How can she chastise you for doing wrong if she fails to give you direction?" Estere was so sincere. I had to keep in mind she was a professional librarian with the nasty habit of misfiling people's lives. "I can tell you don't deal with the Spirit World much," I gave a sad grin. "The last time she gave me a prod, I was staring down a life sentence in a dog cage; after I was condemned, not before." "You escaped," she reminded me with a sparkle. I gave a harsh laugh. "No; no, I didn't," I said. "I'll prove it." I lashed out at Estere. She turned my strike aside and was about to do something I assumed would be unfortunate for me when she restrained herself. "See, Estere, you've been doing this most of your life. I'm a college kid who had a good fortune to meet and be guided by a series of stellar women." She nodded. She didn't understand yet she wanted to remain sympathetic. "I'm playing catch up in an incredibly lethal chess match," I continued. "My advantage is I'm not fuck-nuts crazy like the rest of you people. I don't mean to insult you. I simply want to make it clear how I feel. All the societies are spiritually malformed blights on reality; evil, twisted and predatory." "But you like us," she observed. "I'm going to Hell," I risked much by brushing her nose with my finger from brow to the edge of the veil. "I might as well enjoy the journey." Since I returned with all the fingers I started out with, I could tell she appreciated my caress. Our other guests were getting restless, so I had to end our interaction there. A lone man approached. He looked to be a Turkish/Mongolian mixture and he was uncomfortable with the way the situation had developed. I doubt I had offended him. It was much more the scope of this informal meeting had gone way above his pay grade. As he was from the Earth  and  Sky, the Amazons' hostility simmered. I countered that by being as civil as possible. The emissary, Iskender, gave his condolences, I thanked him for his respect and entered into a small conversation. When he figured out who the Magyar were, he smiled. Iskender was a Kyrgyz, a Turkish people from Central Asia, and we bonded over our male progenitors having saddled up on our nomad ponies, making Eurasia tremble. I was putting forth the effort to make him feel welcome. That was the message for him to take home. Not all the Amazons were going to have their knee-jerk reaction to the E and S's goal. Next came the Seven Pillars, mainly because the Egyptians seemed ready to wait for the grass to devour them before coming my way. Now I had to pillage the vaults of my crafty interpersonal skills to do this correctly. Two men, endowed with as much racial supremacy as Ursula, if not more, introduced themselves. Slight bowing, polite English and the proper, rehearsed words flowed from their mouths. They didn't look down on me; the reason being that behind their perfect civility, they considered me and mine to be inconsequential. The nice female of an indeterminate South Asian lineage had that haunted look of someone made to do horrible things just to survive. A flash of the macabre dumped a memory of her strangling homeless people in some back alleys with barbed wire; so it would hurt them both; training, Seven Pillars style. "Thank you for paying your respects at my father's grave," I started. They hadn't, btw. "I only ask for two things, please," I added humbly. "May I see her palms for a moment?" I asked the man. The woman was clearly a servant; some sort of Palace Guard/Fuck Slave. The leader nodded. The girl was never consulted. Her hands came forward and they rolled so that I saw the scars on her palm; screw you, Ishara. I don't want to care about her. My day planner was more than full with anguish as it was. No answer. "I appreciate it," I smiled. I waited, keeping eye contact. "Was there something else?" the leader finally gave in. "Oh yes," I smiled and nodded. "Don't get in our way. Behave, stay put on that rotting, rubble pile of a decadent and faded civilization you call Heaven and let us do what needs to be done." "Is that clear enough, or do I need to send you both home with your irradiated testicles in jars?" I kept politely smiling and nodding. I was threatening to make them eunuchs with the bonus of having their precious genetics rendered useless. The girl was giving off minute reactive tremors. That was okay. I had been anything, but quiet. Twenty Amazons were ready and willing to make my threat a reality. I wasn't sure how they would break into Fermi Labs for the radiological material, but their resourcefulness never failed to amaze me. The two guys from the Seven Pillars were standing there, not sure what to do next. I had insulted and threatened them; emissaries. Didn't they realize Amazons had been killing poor bastards entreating them for peace for several millennia? "Beat it," I snapped with authority. "I'm done with you. Take my words back to your masters and pray they excuse your gutless reaction. Don't let the airport hit you in the ass." Ugly American? I was the God Damn Bearded Woman/Dog Boy American and their facades were finally fraying around the edges and not the least because going home and telling their bosses my exact words was going to be; well, the positive spin they put on it had better be impressive. They left with their confident poise while the Egyptians approached with a bit of trepidation. Calling me erratic and volatile was being overly kind. My bet was the older male was in charge, but my age and lusty actions convinced them to put the younger woman forward. The younger male bodyguard wasn't even paying attention to me. If the shit went south, he knew he was a goner. "Greetings Cáel Ishara, it seems," she offered my hand to shake. In Old Kingdom Egyptian he said; "May the Blessed Isis bring understanding to this greeting," I countered. Both she and the old man blinked. The rest was in the Egyptian of Ramses and Seti. "It is wonderful to see you speak our sacred tongue; or a close proximity," she smiled. Not only was she generally happy, she was also pretty sure a very unfortunate confrontation was not in the offing. The bodyguard knew of the language but not enough to make out what was being said. The young lady and old man were more than happy to switch to this rare form of communication. We chatted. Things like funerary rites, thoughts on the afterlife and the role of the supernatural in the modern world all came up. No secrets were exchanged and we actually went over some ancient jokes and ribald tales. Buffy's coughing brought us out of our reverie. They taught me the proper Egyptian Rite greeting and farewell, departing in peace. The Amazons were stirring. It was time to head to the cars then on to the wake. "I do not understand you," Javiera grumbled. "You insulted multiple people, including threats of death and dismemberment. You struck and stabbed; something, but not before he knocked a women nearly three meters. I am not even sure that; relative of yours qualifies as human." "I don't know how to approach you and that woman/aunt/whatever," she continued. "Was that incest, public sex, or sexual assault since I didn't hear her give permission for you to do; that?" Whoops; jealousy. Nicole was a half-step back so she could hide her insidious smirk. She already knew I was a bad, bad boy. "I don't know if this makes it better, or worse, but that; those women are not just my aunts. They are the genetic duplicates of my mother and if you think it is funny that they look to be about my age; you wouldn't be alone," I sighed. "Is your mother dead?" she seethed. "Normally, I would take a Death Certificate, mortuary report and a grave marker to be enough. Not with you." "When I was seven years old I saw her very sick in the hospital. I never saw her die, or the cremation, so with my crazy life I'm not going to swear that she's no longer of this Earth," I confessed. "The only one who would know for sure would be; " "Your father," Javiera answered. I began crying all over again. That was it. When I wanted someone dead, I was going to personally put a stake in their hearts, starting with me. This shit has gone down the rabbit hole. In that transitory micro-burst, I flipped. Not to crazy. I had spent my life believing in what was real; working out, girls, books, literature and art; things I could touch and feel, even if it was the air escaping my lungs as words, notes and sounds sprang forth. Now I had to take things on faith. Not 'faith' as in the calculated possibilities which is what most people really meant. I had to accept that there were things beyond my senses that I could not measure, or codify, and move my life forward understanding the total lack of a solid foundation I was basing my actions on. I needed to see Aya so much it hurt. "Are you going to arrest me?" I hiccupped. I was done bawling like a bereft child for a while. "For what?" Javiera snapped. "If I took this insanity before any judge I know, I'd be on Administrative Leave, if not out of a job altogether." "Oh yes," Nicole winked at me. "I was so looking forward to parading out the four identical aunts and the uncle/part-primate." Javiera shot Nicole a dirty look. "We need to go," Buffy reminded me. The only snag was the FBI guys, backed up by some Chicago PD, who intercepted Javiera as she walked with me to our limo. She had to separate for a minute to assure them she hadn't been kidnapped. After some rumbling, we were gifted with one FBI 'bodyguard' for Javiera. That was laughable. If a psychotic fit seized us, there would be two dead government officials instead of one. "Did you really stab that guy?" Special Agent Street Moslin asked once we were on our way. "My family believes in tough love," I muttered. "What sort of organized crime outfit are you with?" was next. "Pre-teen beauty pageants," I sighed. "You wouldn't believe how cutthroat they are." "It is a crime to lie to a criminal investigator," he countered. "And if this was an interrogation," Nicole sizzled, "you would have to Mirandize him." "He has already been Mirandized," the puppy yipped. "Oh? On the charge of Criminal Conspiracy to commit; clarify the charge for me," Nicole grinned. Street looked to Javiera. "What? Special Agent Moslin, consider yourself to not know a damn thing about what is going on and proceed from there," Javiera informed him. The poor bastard looked perplexed. "I will put your situation in context. The woman to my side (Rachel) is about to slit your throat. The woman (Buffy) next to Ms. Lawless is going to snap your neck. They do not give a crap that you, or I, are federal agents. The issue is not what will you do, it is which one gets to you first," Javiera glared at him. "Clear?" SA Street wasn't done yet. "They will get away with it because I suspect they already have such a contingency worked out," Javiera educated him. Javiera was yet Another really clever lady. "Call for our back-up vehicle, pull into a private driveway where you cannot legally follow us, abandon the vehicle, get picked up and leave the city on a private aircraft to another nation," Rachel sounded bored. That was so nice of her to assist Javiera out that way. "Thank you," I told Rachel. "That was very helpful of you." "I want the male to shut-up," Rachel answered. "He's grating. Worse, he's making me wish Pamela was with us and that is so wrong." I held up a finger to forestall Street. "Honestly Dude, she's is not messing with your head. She wants you to shut up, so please be quiet," I urged him. I conceptualized the assessment he was making. Crap. "Guy, whatever workout routine you think gives you the edge is what she does to warm up in the morning," I pleaded. Street had the 'she's only a girl' look about him. "Her combat training is with live rounds, real weapons and a plethora of scrapes, cuts and broken bones. I have little doubt that she's killed people, some in cold blood." "You being Top Shot at the local range and a Judo Champ isn't going to cut it," I emphasized. "You think she's some kind of Special Forces operator?" he mocked me. Javiera and Nicole got nervous. I didn't. Beginner's Amazon Psychology; male opinions do not matter. Rachel and Buffy weren't insulted because he was a chattering chimp and nothing more. "Have you ever heard of an all-female Special Forces unit?" I prodded. "No," he snorted. I kept staring; and staring; and then the idea began creeping in. "Where do you train?" Street looked at Rachel. Rachel was looking at him, not 'at' him. "Please Rachel," I requested. That was really for Javiera's benefit. "Physical training started at age five, weapons training at nine, survival testing at twelve, craft training at fifteen, and acceptance at nineteen," she rattled off in a monotone. "I am thirty." "What is 'craft training'?" Javiera inquired. "Learning to kill people and destroy things," she began. "My specialties are small unit tactics, security operations, electronic countermeasures and Recon Sniper," Rachel replied. "I am an accepted close combat trainer and handheld weapon expert. Do I need to explain any of that?" Pause. Street snorted. "Do you ever sleep?" Street joked. Rachel looked to me then rolled her eyes. "Yes. Six hours; every day unless duty intervenes," she said. "Right; so, what martial arts style do you practice?" he asked. "Not one you have ever heard of," Rachel took a deep breath. "Try me," Street entreated. "I've practiced with several." "Male, do I look like I enjoy talking to you?" Rachel glared. "To alleviate your obvious confusion, I do not. If you wish to lower the hostility level, hand me your pistol and the sap at your back. Your possession of said weapons in the presence of Cáel complicates my job. This is almost as irritating is restraining myself from taking them from you like the infant you are." "You think you could?" Street challenged her. "I was with the 82nd Airborne in Afghanistan." "Special Agent Moslin, she doesn't care. You might as well have told her you were a weekend security guard at an amusement park," I reasoned. "In her mind, being born with a penis renders all your accomplishments so much hyperbole; kind of how her having tits lowered your respect for her as a fighter." That successful ended that diversion. (The wake) Life was wonderful. I walked in the door of the Marshal Fields Jr. Mansion, Charlotte pulled me into a vacant side room and handed me a secure phone. She mouthed the name of the person on the other end. "Hayden," I sighed to my High Priestess. "Ishara (not using my first name was a bad sign), I have heard a report that you have declared war on the Condotteiri," she gave me the 'I'm going to skin you alive' purr. "Yep and I urinated on the Seven Pillars too," I confirmed. "Don't worry about the Illuminati. I've got that alliance sown up." "I'm going to have a member of the Nine Clans give me my first born, Ishara daughter, so that prospective alliance looks good as well," I added. "I even managed to be diplomatic with Earth  and  Sky. It is not even noon yet either. No need to thank me. Knowing you are thinking passionate thoughts about me is enough." Charlotte looked like her eyes were going to bug out. "We are clear on the fact that there are fifty two other houses in the House, aren't we Cáel?" Hayden murmured. "Hey now," I reposed, "you said to not pick a fight inside Havenstone. You didn't say anything about these sons of bitches on the outside. I also added nineteen new members. Ishara rejected one who I now think was a closet Man-hater's man-hater." "I want you to come back to Havenstone immediately and keep your mouth shut," she commanded. "The Council will be rightly furious." "With me?" I asked. "Of course with you," Hayden growled. "With the aid of the Federal Assistant Attorney, I received computer discs with extensive and sensitive data on Havenstone, including pictures and locations of Sydney and Marilynn, your daughter and granddaughter," I lied. "The feds seized the Condotteiri's private jet." Silence. "What? Why am I only now hearing of this?" Hayden inquired with a deathly calm. "Do you want me to work with the feds to finish hunting down those last two killers while I send someone back with the data?" I persisted. An oddly longer pause. "Katrina insists there is no data," Hayden seethed. "Of course there is no data," I snapped back. "Unlike you, I'm loyal to EVERY MEMBER of the Host, not just the ones I approve of! If I had something that important, it would be on the way to you, if not already in your hands. My House Head has been murdered. Support me; don't support me. It doesn't change that reality. You have lowered your worth in my eyes, Hayden. We will talk of this when I return." And I hung up. Charlotte kept gaping at me. "Do you think I was clear enough, Charlotte?" I asked her. "Yes Ishara," she whispered. "I doubt a single ancestor misconstrued your wrath." That stopped me in my tracks. A rank and file Amazon using my house name was perfectly acceptable. A Council 'equal' saying it was the equivalent of your pissed Mom yelling out your entire name. "You agree with me?" I blinked. "Had it been Fatima, Beyoncé, or Ngozi there would be no debate," Charlotte answered. "I don't like you; okay, beyond your physical magnetism I do not like you. You are still the Head of House Ishara and we believe that the ancestors move through you." By 'we' I imagine she meant Rachel's SD detachment. A social paradigm presented itself. Amazons were surprisingly democratic for such an ancient society. Their bonds of sisterhood gave them greater liberty than any other group I'd heard of. All could take their grievances to the highest authority. They could hate me and die for me at the same time, in the same way Charlotte could be honest at that moment. I was her superior in rank yet her equal in blood. "You realize that if you tell Buffy about this she'll beat me black and blue," I teased Charlotte. "No can do, Ishara," she chuckled. "She's your sister and, quite frankly, you wove this disaster and if anyone deserves to remind you of the trouble you've wrought, it is her." "I would call you a heartless Amazon, but that's kind of redundant," I glowered playfully. I couldn't hide with Charlotte in the side room forever. It was my father's wake after all. Out I went and there was Buffy waiting for me. "We have a problem," Buffy murmured to me as I headed to the main reception area/family room. "There are some questions concerning your Aunt Stella and the Ishara legacy." "Thank God," I muttered. My crisis was momentarily sidelined. I moved into the gathering, letting Helena and Buffy bring the Amazon to my corner. "Quick and easy," I stated as the last one j

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Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 21

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Of Funerals and Families; Part Two. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “Birthed by stars, in immortal light, so why do we assume we pass into Darkness.” A maniac conducted the orchestra, while every section fought for dominance without a thought to the opera unfolding under its twittering cacophony. That is how it felt as I steeled myself for the service, but my musings were a fantasy. I had a swirling company of my twenty inductees, two Amazons, plus Rachel's detail and Esmeralda coordinating all the traffic. Pamela was absent. Buffy was the one in charge, deciding who got how close and under what level of scrutiny. The presence of law enforcement was made obvious by our vigilance, with mutual hostility being declared. The government was catching up with how they'd been screwed over. They couldn't prove a thing yet, although they had missed an entire day trailing after me. They also had new leadership. Pamela had expelled Theodora with the simple application of Conflict of Interest. Nicole and Pratt had joined me in my suite, so I was suitably armored when the Feds made their next run at me. I had stepped up in the world, so I was rewarded with a new attack plan. Her name was Assistant Federal District Attorney Javiera Castello, and two seconds of eye contact made precisely transparent what a hurricane she was going to bring to my life. Sex? Oh yeah, she was already figuring what penitentiary to send me to so she could make monthly visits. An impressive dicking wasn't going to save me this time. She was professional, polite and courteous concerning my mourning without being false. Theodora's strategy assumed I was the man who graduated from Bolingbrook a few months back. My history was clear and muddy enough to be real. I was what my documentation said I was; until Havenstone. Theodora had waved the flags and charged the barricades only to discover too late that my defenses weren't manned by a lone yahoo with a bow and arrow, but with mortars and machineguns and her troops had been scattered, her plans shredded. Javiera had my measure now. I was a Prince. Of what, she didn't know yet. She was going to find out. Not out of some fatalistic curiosity, but because that's where the bread crumbs led. Dad was what he appeared to be, that plot of land was relatively worthless and two groups of professional killers had fought and died dragging my father either away, or to safety. I work with some scary-smart ladies. "Ms. Castello, would you care to travel with me to the service?" I turned to her at the last moment. I was a clever puppy, good with women and I wasn't trying to be a politician. Javiera took my gesture for what it was; an olive branch. I was offering to be less of an obstructionist, and she was willing to forgo retribution for my earlier stunts. Five minutes down the road in the stretch limo, I could see the question eating Javiera up inside. She was honoring my melancholy; I could almost hear Dad saying, 'Son, you have company' as a persistent reminder to his petulant teenage slacker that I was a member of the Human Equation. "What do you want to ask me?" I gathered my civility to the fore. Nicole shifted so that we were making eye contact. "Is there a limit to how many questions?" she started off with. I didn't say 'One and that was it'. "I've been told it will take us thirty-two minutes to the cemetery," I looked at my watch. "That gives us; twenty-six minutes," I offered. "Why all the hostility?" led the charge. "A variety of people consider my life to have some value. For a few it is personal. For most, they attach a more esoteric price tag on my existence," I replied. "That is vague enough to be useless," she gently scolded me. Oh, I could see that both Javiera and Nicole were about to play Nutcracker with my heritage until it was the consistency of warm peanut butter. "I am the member of not one, but two secret societies," I kept steady eye contact with her. Yes; there was that look I was slowly becoming accustomed to; that one that conveyed 'what you said made no sense, so why aren't you lying to me?' "Which ones?" Javiera rebounded quickly. "Perhaps we should discuss this at a later time," Nicole reposed. "Nicole," I patted her knee, "how would you feel if you got Javiera murdered?" "That thought shouldn't even be;” she stated. "Nicole, I'm worried enough about you. People know I like you, so they may not kill you for looking in the wrong trash bin," I explained. "She doesn't even have that rather tenuous screen." "Was it one, or both secret societies that shot and killed your father?" Javier continued. "Without a doubt it was an accident. The all-female group was simply scouting the location out as part of forming a contingency plan," I said. "The other group showed up to kidnap my father to interrogate him; I'm not going to tell you why." "The first group identified themselves and the second group began shooting. In the process of grabbing my father, they shot him three times. In the process of taking him to one of their cars, the living lady engaged them in a final firefight. They abandoned my father and left." "You seem to know a great deal about what happened," Javiera noted. "I've seen the footage the first group took from their helmet cams," I told her. "Is there any way I could see that?" she prodded. "By no human means I can think of," I shrugged. "Feel free to ask that extremely venomous lady sitting next to you. Her name is Rachel," I made the introduction. "She remains under the impression that killing people around me will somehow save me from myself," I added. "I not only trust her, I trust her with the lives of my daughters." "You don't have any children we are aware of," Javiera wondered. "Rachel knows what I mean," I gave a lopsided grin. Rachel knew alright. I wasn't asking her to save me with that statement. I was asking her to save my future. "What is with all the women? I'm a believer in gender equality. You seem to lack any male employees, period. Is this a permutation of a harem?" Javier opened another line of investigation. Rachel and Buffy quickly snorted their amusement then returned to their not-so-subtle aggression. I was sure my chauffeur, Tiger Lily, was snickering it up too, beyond the glass. Sigh. "That was uncalled for," I frowned at the Fed. "Five Google searches and you should know all about Havenstone's hiring practices. Ask what you want to ask. Don't try to trick me. I am definitely not in the mood." "Why are you in charge; a male over Havenstone employees that certainly have more skill and experience at; just about everything?" Javiera came clean. "Put on your hip-waders," I groaned. "This is going to suck." I waited until I had her undivided attention. "A long time ago, I killed a group of really bad people," I grunted. I could see that she wasn't buying it despite her interrogation senses saying I was being truthful. "When I say a long time ago, I mean about 2500 years ago." Sigh. "Before you start tossing Thorazine at me, all you need to accept is that every one of those women around me believes that to be true." "So this is a cult?" Javiera inquired bravely. "Put it this way. I'm sure you practice a martial art of some kind. You probably have a chromatic belt that you are rather proud of. It will not help you. These women are professional killers. I'm pretty sure there are a dozen unidentified corpses that could be attributed to these two." I already knew that Buffy killed some guys. Rachel? She was a team leader, so I was willing to have faith in her ability to remorselessly end another person's life. Javiera must have volunteered for my personal fiasco. "Are you being held against your will?" she looked so vigilant and intent. "I can get you out." "No," a dry chuckle. "I'm; not good; getting by. There is no way in Hell I'm leaving Havenstone. I can hardly kill all the people responsible for my father's death if I did that." "If you seek personal vengeance, I will be forced to bring every legal power to bear to stop you," she felt bound to threaten me. "Don't stop being you on my account, Ms. Castello," I finally managed a smile. It was sincere and Javiera knew it. "Who? Maybe I can catch them before you do?" she offered me an escape clause. "You will know it when you see it," I took a deep breath. "Do not try anything at the funeral," she warned me. "Law enforcement will be all over the place." She really wanted to screw me in prison. I knew those things. "I'm not going to kill them there," I assured her. "They will be the ones running for their lives though." "How is that going to work?" Nicole finally broke my silence. "I have 27 ladies willing to kill on my command," I exaggerated. "When I tell those men I know they were responsible and that they should run for their lives, they are going to run for their lousy stinking lives." "But you are not going to give the order to have them killed," Javiera stated. She was getting my measure now. "No, but they don't know that and being horrible human beings, they will assume that I will have them murdered over my father's grave," I turned positively wolfish. "They will run and they will keep running because of you and yours, Javiera. They won't have guns because they don't want to be arrested," I finished. "Why are they afraid to be arrested?" Javiera was putting the puzzle together. That was our deal after all. "I can have repeated, heavenly sex on a train with a nun," I confessed. "I'm pretty sure I can arrange to have a scumbag killed in prison." "I think we can both agree my client is under a great deal of stress at this time," Nicole intervened. "I think we can agree your client is not Al Capone, much less Osama bin Laden," Javiera allowed. "I still think he is exceedingly dangerous." "Dangerous? Dangerous is dating in this town," I groaned. "Went out late last night to a dance club, met two sweet girls visiting the Windy City, stepped outside and they tried to kill me." "Do these two count as 'public'?" Buffy snarled. She meant Javiera and Nicole. Pratt was in another car and the only others with us were Rachel and me. This was going to hurt. "No," I sighed. Wham! The Charlie Horse from Hell! "That's why you have bodyguards, you jerk," Buffy nearly cried. "Ah; we were with him," Rachel tapped Buffy's upper arm. "Oh." Long pause. "I; I apologize," Buffy said sheepishly. "I had no idea you were getting smarter." That was probably the best apology I was going to get. It was still my fault. "You do it out of love, Buffy," I rubbed my arm. Buffy gave me a heartbreaking smile. "Was that domestic violence, or assault?" Javiera snarled. "Neither one is allowable under Illinois law." "It is a Human Resources Team-building tool," I lied. "In some places it is called Obedience Training, or Negative Reinforcement." "I have never seen another human being take a beating like Cáel can," Rachel complimented me. "He is also incredible in the bed room," Buffy added on. Javier didn't know what to make of the menagerie of 'not-normal' women who hung around me. She locked eyes with Buffy. "I mean Really fantastic," Buffy licked her lips. Nicole nodded in agreement. "I can't use any of this," Javiera muttered after several minute of silence. "It is all a type of shared delusion; with fourteen dead bodies attached to it." "Ah, the guy with both femoral arteries shot out made it? Whoa, we've got some top notch surgeons in this city," I nodded. "Yes. As opposed to those two men who had their heads shot off," Javiera added bitterly. Reminding her that poor Horace of the Burnham PD had done the deeds was pointless. "Who died?" I attempted some reciprocity from Javiera. She'd read through every public aspect of my life and had talked to me for less than ten minutes. She excelled at her craft; punishing lawbreakers. "I conclude you know the name of the three dead women and the one living one," she began, "because we haven't a clue who they really are. Their cover identities aren't perfect. We simply can't get anything about them behind the fallacy of their existence." She waited. "If you can help us put the wounded woman in some sort of shared protective custody, I can probably 'suggest' that she be more cooperative," I counter-offered. Rachel nodded. "The eight other bodies at the house;” Javiera shook her head. "Four were dead and by that I mean reported dead from four to nine years ago. The rest; Hell, they were all twisted fucking savages. Every one of them had Interpol warrants out for them, for questioning. No accusations seemed to stick to them: misplaced evidence, dead witnesses and falsified death certificates." "Does this mean anything to you?" Javiera paused to get some more information. "Yes. Reference the men running for their lives," I nodded. "Cáel?" Rachel cautioned me. "This is not something you can rush into." "Actually, it was you who clued me in, Rachel," I looked at her. "Given an opportunity to have only one gun of a given type, would you choose one you knew intimately, or a totally random one?" was my rhetorical question. Professionals trained with a large variety of weapons, yet every Amazon I had met had a preferred weapon; one that if they could have it with them, they would. "The Zastava M2," Rachel nodded. "It is not used in too many places and only Peru in this hemisphere. Someone really loved that gun; enough to bring it from whatever killing field where he was currently employed to my home," I said. "Since the other likely culprit passed on a chance to kill me last night, I am sure enough to pick a fight." (Holy Cross) It had to be odd in so many ways for the people who knew Dad and, to a lesser extent, me. They gathered by the graveside. It wasn't much. Dad had been cremated as had Mom. They had these small granite markers; no headstones for them. They had been so much in love. All they wanted is to be laid to rest, side by side. Mom had insisted on cremation. I thought I knew why, but it had done no good. The true oddity was obvious. The islet of normalcy was the small funerary party with me. My Aunt; my Father's Sister; was here and somewhat in shock. She and Dad hadn't been close; so much unsaid. When my Grandparents died, Dad was only nineteen and Stella was sixteen. Stella's lifelong friend had moved to Maryland a few months previously. Stella reached out to her friend, her friend's parents talked to Dad and Stella went to off to be a mariner. Seeing her occasionally as I was growing up was the extent of our relationship. The priest did his thing. I wondered what Christ thought of this mystic fur ball that was the amalgam of my life. My hope was that he was quietly urging me to do the right thing. The Padre finished, the co-workers and neighbors came by to give their condolences and then ran the gauntlet. The gauntlet? Yes, the herd of Amazons, O'Shea kin and four other clumps of people who I didn't know, yet undoubtedly would soon. Selena and Miyako were present along with a third female who looked luscious in a burqa-shaped covering and a diaphanous veil. Javiera, Pratt and Nicole were somewhat out of place with their lack of arrogant lethality. A limo driver came to take Stella away. "I have some issues to deal with, Aunt Stella," I comforted her. "Vér a vér." It had been ages since she'd heard Hungarian so she wasn't sure what I meant, but she knew it was bad. One of my O'Shea aunts was coming my way until the menace of the closing Amazons halted her. The others had no clue what they were about to behold. I doubt outsiders had ever been privileged to witness anything like it. This was a declaration; it was my mission statement. Ishara did not hide. I took off my coat, folded it, placed it on the damp grass then knelt on it. Buffy stepped up with the bowl of incense and followed my 'coat to keep your knees clean' stunt, sitting perpendicular on my right. Helena followed suit on my left, placing a shroud over my head and leaned over the bowl. Gamble number one: the incense lit up instantly. Gamble number two: it really did burn my eyes; no more Desiree slapping me around. I was sure she'd be heartbroken. Gamble number three: while using my nifty little Amazon blade to gather my tears, I managed not to cut myself. The inductees were much more impressed when they realized what I was doing under my head covering. The next step had me pulling back the shroud, standing up, and striding over the burning bowl of incense. Helena called out the first name. The lady didn't need any prodding. The Amazon walked over to my coat and knelt. Helena wrote down her name and handed her the slip of paper. My Keeper motioned to the bowl. The first applicant placed her named slip of paper on the embers. The simple message flashed up and was consumed. That was unlooked for. I declared her old self dead. With my tears, I opened her eyes to our ancestral history and with blood, I brought her into our future. She had entered House Ishara. She wasn't the only one crying either. What Rachel and her team thought was unknown to me. They were being hyper-vigilant. Esmeralda kept stealing glances our way. Things went along with joyous solemnity until the fourteenth woman, Alicia, knelt before me. Helena handed the paper over, the Amazon dropped it on the incense and nothing happened. I was about to move on to the next part of the ritual when I caught sight of that. Buffy, Helena and the lady were all staring at the offending bit of tinder. I bent over and, with my index finger, pushed it into the embers. Nothing; no heat, or fiery consumption. I put some spit on my finger and pushed again. This time it burned me. The paper was fine. Damn it; 'Come on Ishara!' I screamed mentally. 'Can't I have a simple bit of theater without you mangling someone's dreams?' There was no supernatural scolding, or retort. "Alicia, Ishara believes you have not yet finished your walk outside our House," I consoled the woman; Alicia Holt. As she stood up, faced gripped with disbelief, Buffy rose and took her away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alicia shoot me a poisonous look. Buffy had anticipated this and was making sure the woman didn't make a scene. The last six women were even more nervous than the previous thirteen. Thankfully, Ishara was accepting of the remainder and we all transited to the group celebratory hug. Act one has passed safely, Act two had an unexpected bump and here came round three. The 'dignitaries' started swooping in. Outside of the O'Shea's, none of the guests wanted to have another group behind them, or hemming in them. Two of the groups held back and since one was composed entirely of Asians, I was betting the other group was the Egyptian Rite. One of my now four aunts came forward. My small crowd of Isharans gave her barely enough room to approach the grave. She placed a green rose upon my Mother's small marble marker. I wondered what my Mother would have thought of her sisters finally finding her; green rose? Who made green; probably the same sick son of a bitch who made female clones of himself? The other three followed suit, placing the roses in a radiating sunburst on the small piece of marble. Through the wall of Illuminati security came; the Missing Link. Oh My God. I had heard of V-chested males, but this was insane. I swear his upper arms were as big as my thighs. The problem was the hips and legs of the body didn't match-up to the torso, arms, neck (or lack thereof) and shoulders. The upper, steroid-addicted half belonged to a two meter tall giant. The lower half belonged to, maybe, a subpar man of a meter and a half This monster didn't have a receding hairline (actually, he did); he had a receding forehead. In homo-sapiens, if you roll a marble off their heads, it drops and hits the eyebrows. On this guy, it was a gentle ski-slope all the way down. "This is your Uncle Carrig," Brianna; I thought it was Brianna; made the introductions. I dialed up my Irish. Carrig meant; meant; 'rock'. Not 'the Rock' as in Dwayne Johnson. No, it meant 'rock' as in 'lump'. I had an Uncle Lumpy. How the fuck was I going to explain this at the next high school reunion? The answer was obvious. I'd parade out my four lava-stoked volcanic aunt-hotties and no one would be able to see old Uncle Lumpy over their sexual radiance. Perhaps being created in the form of a disfigured Neanderthal made Lumpy furious with the world. That might be why he wanted Grandpa to stay dead. Maybe; oh hell, Lumpy had serious family issues, as in he wanted to hump my aunts who only wanted to hump me. "Hello Uncle Carrig," I started out. "Thank you for; " "Shut up," he sneered. "I came here to see your whore of a mother one last time, not listen to your prattle." "Carrig, don't," Fiona intervened. "He is family." He took a deep breath. "I know why all of you want him in the Family," he snarled at his sisters. "Behave, or leave," I relayed in a far calmer voice than I felt. "I'll leave when I'm good and ready," Carrig turned his hate back on me. He put a finger to his nose and cleared his sinuses. The resulting sputum he launched at my Mother's tiny rock reminder was dead-on the money, gooey, white and full of phlegm. I looked at that defilement. This red-hot poker of rage seared through my mind. Instead, I laughed. It started as a stuttered utterance but grew and grew into a rich, resounding conquest of death and despair. "Wow, Unc; that was kind of pathetic," I chuckled. "It is impossible to imagine you ever breathed the same air, much less hold any genetic resemblance, to the greatest criminal mastermind of the past millennia. Seriously, spitting on a piece of stone was the most your orangutan-like, sloped-headed pea brain could come up with?" "After that (cough) brilliant bit of diplomacy, he's probably glad he's still dead and didn't have to witness your infantile blunder," I added. He was getting pissed; torn between his desires to pummel me, rip me to shreds, or storm off like a raging King Kong. "You know, when they killed Grandpa, they told me he made a noise like a stuck pig," I mirthfully met his hateful glare. "For a moment, they thought they'd killed the wrong man." "They suspected you and Granddad were in the next chamber, him ramming you up your sissy-ass for the umpteenth time because you are nothing but a ball-less wonder of a cast-off eunuch," I kept taunting him. "Then they recalled that you always squealed like a piglet, not a full grown boar, so they completed their mission and left," I refused to flinch before his vile hatred. "You think you are funny?" he leaned in and hissed. "I think you need a breath mint; and I am hilarious," I grinned. "I also think I'm the son Granddad always wanted, not you." That was me being mean; really mean. "We are not done," his eyes narrowed. "Take your pulse," I mocked him. "When it stops, we are finished. Until then, brush, use mouthwash and floss between meals. Your halitosis is truly offensive and worse, I think you are aware of it, yet still you refuse to respect other people's personal boundaries." "We should go brother," Deidre beckoned. She couldn't hide her amusement at his discomfort and humiliation. Uncle Carrig pivoted and back-handed her. Deidre went flying, but my idiot kinsman didn't have long to savor his win. I hit him with two lightning blows. My first thought was that I had dislocated a few of my fingers from hitting his jaw. Wasn't there a Bond villain like that? Carrig turned on me, a feral fury brimming just beneath the surface. "That's a breach, you cocky, snot-nosed punk," he sneered. Mass carnage was in the offing. "You remain painfully ignorant, Uncle Carrig," I took a half-step back. "Take your punishment now, or later," he coughed. "It makes no difference to me." "First off, Carrig, timing should be a poignant concern. Second, you have only now expended a great deal of your meager brain power convincing everyone here we are related; kin; O'Shea's," I explained. "Also, can I have my knife back?" "Knife?" he blinked suspiciously. "Yeah, the knife I left in your chest," I pointed. I said I hit him twice. Uncle Lumpy looked down and, sure enough, my handy little 10 cm blade was between his second and third rib on the right side. I hadn't wanted to kill him. I had wanted to hurt him and apparently failed at that; while sticking a blade almost up to the handle (Amazon personal blades have no hilt) into him; "What; how?" Lumpy was slowly clueing in that he might be in some trouble. "Brother," Brianna stepped up; shooting me a sultry, 'bend me over the closest headstone and bang me like your Goth prom date' look. I actually didn't go to my prom, Goth chicks are fun and Brianna didn't have panties on. Trust me; I have ESP concerning such things. Of more immediate concern; "Carrig, don't pull out the knife," she placed herself between us, facing him. "You will bleed all over the place." "I'm about to ram it down his ass through his throat," he snarled, clearly educationally challenged. I'd left the blade there for that very reason; not have him fountain blood all over the gravesite. "How long is the blade?" Brianna asked me. She already knew the answer. "10 cm," I was polite, "as is the knife every other Amazon carries." "Reach around and pull out the blade when I tell you," Brianna requested. "I will keep pressure on the wound." I had serious doubts she had an MD associated with her name which meant she knew something I didn't. I also had a more pressing conundrum. Per instructions, I was about to be pressing against Brianna's backside with the added benefit of a free hand. "So, do you want me to pat them, or give them a good rub?" I whispered to Brianna. I'd let he decide what treatment her ass was about to receive. "I figure if I reach around and massage your breasts, Carrig will lose it." "Cáel, take a firm hold. Be doubly sure you are ready before we begin," Brianna instructed. It wasn't the Di Vinci Code, but Carrig wasn't about to conquer a Denny's Kid's Menu (it has little games on it) anytime soon either. Brianna wanted double penetration and, in the name of renewing family relations and my inability to resist any available woman for more than a few days, I complied. Then the horror came crashing in; I hadn't had sex all day and it was almost 10 am. "Don't move, Uncle," I cautioned him. I used those words to conceal the sound of Brianna's skirt zipper going down. I used my other hand to gingerly grab my weapon; the knife; jeesh. Brianna spread her legs wider so that the tension kept her apparel from slipping down. My free hand went inside and got to work. Fortunately, Brianna's hands pressing above and below the wound distracted Carrig from her cute, precious whimpering noises. I must be a total dick. I was stroking my aunt/clone mother with two fingers and teasing her bunghole with my thumb while pulling a knife from my uncle's chest. What is wrong with me? For that matter, Ishara could stymie the ambitions of some poor 'Runner', yet decided her prime minion doing this was a good thing? I work for some screwed up people; dead and alive. "Okay, I'm about to do it," I warned them both. Brianna was kind enough to roll her hips forward and ass up for more direct access. The blade came out, two fingers thrust into her depths, Carrig grunted more in annoyance than any physical distraction and Brianna gasped with piteous need. Before Carrig could start to connect A to B to C, I withdrew my fingers and zipped Brianna up. As I started to withdraw, Brianna acted like my loins were velcroed to her posterior. "Bad Girl," I quietly gave her a risqué reproach. She let me go. Then it hit me like a meteor; I had caused Brianna to orgasm, and hard, with one touch. In fact, she was still roughly riding through it. The mental discipline needed to mask her arousal was impressive. She had no control over her aromatic qualities, Lumpy's nostrils were working fine and his hateful, beady rodent-like eyes latched back on me. "I'm going to kill you," he screamed. Carrig definitely wanted to screw his sisters and they had certainly been denying him. I was curious how that had been accomplished. As he shoved Brianna aside, my suspicion about the seriousness of my wound to his chest was confirmed. I hadn't punched through his heavy corded muscle tissue; with a 10 cm blade. Fuck a duck. If Uncle Carrig got those horrifically huge paws of his on me, I'd be paper-mâché in a hurricane; turned into veal; the very tenderized kind. That wasn't going to happen because of a little factor called crowd density. Most notably, he was in the midst of a passel of Amazons invested in my well-being. A sliver of the O'Shea family dynamic took hold. As usual, it sucked to be me. The four O'Shea ladies rallied around Carrig, cautiously pulled him back then ushered him into the steely embrace of their security. Why did that mean it sucked to be me? In a momentary visual exchange, I understood what Lumpy instinctually sensed when he showed up today. His reign as the place-holder for me was coming to an end. The second my Aunts recruited me over to their side, he was a goner. Obviously they had all the real intellect on that side of the clan. Poor Lumpy merely stomped around and acted like the socially maladjusted homicidal maniac he was. Once the journey to Grandpa's house began, he would cease to have any value whatsoever. Behind his animalistic, dull eyes, we shared that. Tragically, but most likely by design, Carrig couldn't develop a new set of skills to adapt to the situation. The best example I could come up with was; Imagine the last of the super-large amphibious predators confronting the first of the true dinosaur apex carnivores. Somewhere in that tiny amphibian brain, it knew it was screwed. Evolution simply hadn't left it an 'out'. It couldn't get bigger, faster, or more ferocious. It had maxxed out those traits for that model. Nope, it was toast and nothing could save it. As I processed that, the rest of that train of thought came tumbling down. Lumpy was a dead man. He'd hit one of his sisters in front of me which was precisely what they wanted. Deidre hadn't come by my place on Monday to warn me that Uncle Blockhead was trying to kill me. She was prepping me for the knowledge that they had killed Lumpy; to save me. Those incestuous nightmares had trotted Uncle Carrig out like a Barnum  and  Bailey Sasquatch, to loud acclaim and fanfare. Before I could do some in depth research/check to see if this was the 'real' Sasquatch, he would vanish aka be killed to save me. Well played ladies. They should have taken into account I worked for Katrina Love. Katrina undoubtedly played three-dimensional chess on-line so she could lure out the true Vulcans trapped on Earth. My aunts' straw man wasn't going to cut it. Back to the reality that included my father never again enjoying my meandering thoughts over dinner. Back to the other curious 'real' players as they moved in, having soaked up my ceremony and our O'Shea family struggle. If there as a benefit in that misadventure, it was the look on the faces of the two most distant groups. The ambassadors had on their poker faces. I was two decades away from having a chance of deciphering them. Foolish mortals, both groups had brought women with them though. That was not to imply that women can't keep secrets; they are among the experts. It wasn't secrets they were defending though; it was the interaction between Brianna and me that opened them up. If you are a woman and you see a man bring a different woman to orgasm with his fingers in under ten seconds and you are NOT intrigued, you have been sexually neutered. Even if you are a lesbian, you want your lover to pick up that technique. From the level of interest coming my way, I could tell what their bosses/associates really thought of me. The lady who was already thinking how to pull me aside at the reception was also projecting that I had piqued her co-workers, despite their feigned disinterest. The one who was plotting out how to disguise herself as a maid, so she could hide in my bathroom closet until I came in for a shower this evening. Then the feigned interrogation/instructional demonstration could begin, which told me they had chosen to not leave Chicago today despite previous travel plans. The three assholes won the social dare contest and approached me next. They were cool, somewhat disdainful and not a party to the murderous program that led us here today. They were still Condotteiri, thus my enemies and slayers of my Dad. "Mr. Nyilas," a smooth talking Canadian male began, "I wish to pass on the condolences of; " "I know it was you," I broke in. The Canadian; Ottawa, I thought; stopped talking, allowing me to vent. "You killed my father, you fucks. Now here is your 'I got drunk and stuck my cock in a meat grinder only to discover some other moron plugged it in' bullet to the brain. I am not only Cáel Nyilas, I am Cáel Ishara and Cáel, grandson of Cáel O'Shea," I narrowed my vision to menacing slits. "I will let you figure out which Goddess is Ishara as well as the convoluted genetics that has resurrected male Amazons. I want you to know that my father was the Head of House Ishara. You killed a Factor of the Illuminati, the 'Voice' of one of the Nine Clans, one of your own Generals, a Grand Master of the Egyptian Rite, a Ba Wang of the 7 Pillars, or a Chosen Son or Daughter, of Earth  and  Sky "That's right," I let the fear sink in. "This goes beyond a breach, Dumbass. You BROKE the Truce and have ended the Protocols by killing an Amazon leader. I'm sure claims of ignorance by your Generals will be taken for the empty blathering they are. It is time for your blood to soak the sacred soil of my father's place of entombment." Having buried him and his two cohorts in a rockslide of truth, my final bluff passed unrevealed for the empty threat it was. I could see by the looks in their eyes. Amazons didn't care about law enforcement. They would kill those three, vanish into the surrounds then slink back to their secret compounds. It was how the Condotteiri thought Amazon's worked. "Or," I grumbled, "Are you going to make me and my sisters hunt you down and work for it. Killing you with our knives is going to be;” I was saying when their retreat began. I was going to say 'messy'. Those three took a half-dozen steps back then ran for it. Now the stage was fully set. The three members of the Nine Clans came next. I took a totally different tone. Selena stepped up to speak, bowing as she started to speak. "We wish;” she started. There was a lot of interrupting going on today. "Please do not bow to me," I requested softly. "We have fought and it seems inappropriate to me that, without there being a martial decision, we cannot be sure who should be more respectful to whom," I suggested. Selena quickly switched gears. She and her two female companions were now openly staring at me. "My Sith Lady is most likely preparing for trouble at my most vulnerable point," I told Selena. "I'm much more trouble than I first appear," I added. A hiccup in the conversation took place. "You are the male Head of an Amazon House; how?" Selena questioned. "My father and the fathers before him carried the genes of the original Ishara. When Her daughters died out, the legacy fell to me," I explained. Really smart girls; really, really smart girls. "You do not have any daughters, so your first born daughter will be the next Head of your House," the Hashashin noted quickly. "Of any line?" Ah, the siren call of 'please have unprotected sex with me, Mr. Studmuffin. Not only will I walk bow-legged for a week afterwards, I'll have a political tool to use for a lifetime.' "Yes, that is true. Please understand, unless you can catch a thrown tomahawk with your feet, I can't say you are at the top of the list," I sighed. "Speaking of the acrobat of my dreams, how are you doing Miyako?" I knocked away at the barrier between our respective groups. I could hardly be considered an Amazon if I wasn't stacking the odds against the Condotteiri, now could I? On came that child-like Nipponese girl's smile that made me want to double-check her ID for proof of age. "It is recovering nicely. Thank you, Ishara-sama," she smiled warmly. "May I see?" I inquired. Miyako nodded so I went down until I was balanced on the balls of my feet. She deftly slipped out of one of her shoes, placed her foot on my knee then began rolling up the pants leg until the bandage was revealed. In the past few hours my medical knowledge had not increased one iota. I was pretty sure that Miyako knew what this doctor's visit was really all about. I gently massaged her leg from ankle to knee, examining it for flaws and weaknesses. I received some manna from Heaven when I stumbled upon a muscle spasm in her foot arch. I worked it out in under thirty seconds and she gave me a musical murmur of relief when I was done. I put her shoe back on and rolled down her trouser leg. "I would still like you to see our medic if you could spare the half-hour," I offered as I stood. "If it would ease any misconceptions about our first encounter, I will do it," Miyako changed her mind from last night. My next neural misfire was 'Did I pack enough condoms to do all these girls I've been promising to fuck since I got here?' "Estere Abed," the thinly-veiled applicant to be the mother of my first child introduced herself. I was at my father's funeral, I'd been hit with the realization that my incestuous aunts are going to emasculate the uncle I'd just met before they kill him, and I was talking to a woman with skin the color of well-seasoned Oak, eyes as dark as expresso-roasted coffee beans (so deeply brown they were almost black), a pale turquoise, virtually transparent pretend-burqa, with inner, skimpy clothing bits keeping her barely street-legal and visualizing what our daughter would look like. "I am of Kurdish extraction," she lowered her head minutely. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! Not only was a-bed something I was seriously considering with this woman, Estere was a Kurdish name of Old Persian extraction. It meant Ishtar; who was the advanced incarnation of Ishara. Bitch; aimed up at my Matron Goddess and Ancestral Mother turned Dominatrixes of my soul. "How; how mystically convergent that is," I grumbled. "I apologize. Me and my matron Ball-buster are exchanging psychic barbs at the moment. Had you somehow predicted this would have happened, I would be happier. With my luck though, this is accidental from the perspective of the mortal plane, thus a point of incredible annoyance to me right now." "Do you often talk to your ancestors?" Estere inquired politely. "Only after I've done something bad," I groaned. "Usually my Goddess is short on instructions yet always ready with 'I told you so'." "How can she chastise you for doing wrong if she fails to give you direction?" Estere was so sincere. I had to keep in mind she was a professional librarian with the nasty habit of misfiling people's lives. "I can tell you don't deal with the Spirit World much," I gave a sad grin. "The last time she gave me a prod, I was staring down a life sentence in a dog cage; after I was condemned, not before." "You escaped," she reminded me with a sparkle. I gave a harsh laugh. "No; no, I didn't," I said. "I'll prove it." I lashed out at Estere. She turned my strike aside and was about to do something I assumed would be unfortunate for me when she restrained herself. "See, Estere, you've been doing this most of your life. I'm a college kid who had a good fortune to meet and be guided by a series of stellar women." She nodded. She didn't understand yet she wanted to remain sympathetic. "I'm playing catch up in an incredibly lethal chess match," I continued. "My advantage is I'm not fuck-nuts crazy like the rest of you people. I don't mean to insult you. I simply want to make it clear how I feel. All the societies are spiritually malformed blights on reality; evil, twisted and predatory." "But you like us," she observed. "I'm going to Hell," I risked much by brushing her nose with my finger from brow to the edge of the veil. "I might as well enjoy the journey." Since I returned with all the fingers I started out with, I could tell she appreciated my caress. Our other guests were getting restless, so I had to end our interaction there. A lone man approached. He looked to be a Turkish/Mongolian mixture and he was uncomfortable with the way the situation had developed. I doubt I had offended him. It was much more the scope of this informal meeting had gone way above his pay grade. As he was from the Earth  and  Sky, the Amazons' hostility simmered. I countered that by being as civil as possible. The emissary, Iskender, gave his condolences, I thanked him for his respect and entered into a small conversation. When he figured out who the Magyar were, he smiled. Iskender was a Kyrgyz, a Turkish people from Central Asia, and we bonded over our male progenitors having saddled up on our nomad ponies, making Eurasia tremble. I was putting forth the effort to make him feel welcome. That was the message for him to take home. Not all the Amazons were going to have their knee-jerk reaction to the E and S's goal. Next came the Seven Pillars, mainly because the Egyptians seemed ready to wait for the grass to devour them before coming my way. Now I had to pillage the vaults of my crafty interpersonal skills to do this correctly. Two men, endowed with as much racial supremacy as Ursula, if not more, introduced themselves. Slight bowing, polite English and the proper, rehearsed words flowed from their mouths. They didn't look down on me; the reason being that behind their perfect civility, they considered me and mine to be inconsequential. The nice female of an indeterminate South Asian lineage had that haunted look of someone made to do horrible things just to survive. A flash of the macabre dumped a memory of her strangling homeless people in some back alleys with barbed wire; so it would hurt them both; training, Seven Pillars style. "Thank you for paying your respects at my father's grave," I started. They hadn't, btw. "I only ask for two things, please," I added humbly. "May I see her palms for a moment?" I asked the man. The woman was clearly a servant; some sort of Palace Guard/Fuck Slave. The leader nodded. The girl was never consulted. Her hands came forward and they rolled so that I saw the scars on her palm; screw you, Ishara. I don't want to care about her. My day planner was more than full with anguish as it was. No answer. "I appreciate it," I smiled. I waited, keeping eye contact. "Was there something else?" the leader finally gave in. "Oh yes," I smiled and nodded. "Don't get in our way. Behave, stay put on that rotting, rubble pile of a decadent and faded civilization you call Heaven and let us do what needs to be done." "Is that clear enough, or do I need to send you both home with your irradiated testicles in jars?" I kept politely smiling and nodding. I was threatening to make them eunuchs with the bonus of having their precious genetics rendered useless. The girl was giving off minute reactive tremors. That was okay. I had been anything, but quiet. Twenty Amazons were ready and willing to make my threat a reality. I wasn't sure how they would break into Fermi Labs for the radiological material, but their resourcefulness never failed to amaze me. The two guys from the Seven Pillars were standing there, not sure what to do next. I had insulted and threatened them; emissaries. Didn't they realize Amazons had been killing poor bastards entreating them for peace for several millennia? "Beat it," I snapped with authority. "I'm done with you. Take my words back to your masters and pray they excuse your gutless reaction. Don't let the airport hit you in the ass." Ugly American? I was the God Damn Bearded Woman/Dog Boy American and their facades were finally fraying around the edges and not the least because going home and telling their bosses my exact words was going to be; well, the positive spin they put on it had better be impressive. They left with their confident poise while the Egyptians approached with a bit of trepidation. Calling me erratic and volatile was being overly kind. My bet was the older male was in charge, but my age and lusty actions convinced them to put the younger woman forward. The younger male bodyguard wasn't even paying attention to me. If the shit went south, he knew he was a goner. "Greetings Cáel Ishara, it seems," she offered my hand to shake. In Old Kingdom Egyptian he said; "May the Blessed Isis bring understanding to this greeting," I countered. Both she and the old man blinked. The rest was in the Egyptian of Ramses and Seti. "It is wonderful to see you speak our sacred tongue; or a close proximity," she smiled. Not only was she generally happy, she was also pretty sure a very unfortunate confrontation was not in the offing. The bodyguard knew of the language but not enough to make out what was being said. The young lady and old man were more than happy to switch to this rare form of communication. We chatted. Things like funerary rites, thoughts on the afterlife and the role of the supernatural in the modern world all came up. No secrets were exchanged and we actually went over some ancient jokes and ribald tales. Buffy's coughing brought us out of our reverie. They taught me the proper Egyptian Rite greeting and farewell, departing in peace. The Amazons were stirring. It was time to head to the cars then on to the wake. "I do not understand you," Javiera grumbled. "You insulted multiple people, including threats of death and dismemberment. You struck and stabbed; something, but not before he knocked a women nearly three meters. I am not even sure that; relative of yours qualifies as human." "I don't know how to approach you and that woman/aunt/whatever," she continued. "Was that incest, public sex, or sexual assault since I didn't hear her give permission for you to do; that?" Whoops; jealousy. Nicole was a half-step back so she could hide her insidious smirk. She already knew I was a bad, bad boy. "I don't know if this makes it better, or worse, but that; those women are not just my aunts. They are the genetic duplicates of my mother and if you think it is funny that they look to be about my age; you wouldn't be alone," I sighed. "Is your mother dead?" she seethed. "Normally, I would take a Death Certificate, mortuary report and a grave marker to be enough. Not with you." "When I was seven years old I saw her very sick in the hospital. I never saw her die, or the cremation, so with my crazy life I'm not going to swear that she's no longer of this Earth," I confessed. "The only one who would know for sure would be; " "Your father," Javiera answered. I began crying all over again. That was it. When I wanted someone dead, I was going to personally put a stake in their hearts, starting with me. This shit has gone down the rabbit hole. In that transitory micro-burst, I flipped. Not to crazy. I had spent my life believing in what was real; working out, girls, books, literature and art; things I could touch and feel, even if it was the air escaping my lungs as words, notes and sounds sprang forth. Now I had to take things on faith. Not 'faith' as in the calculated possibilities which is what most people really meant. I had to accept that there were things beyond my senses that I could not measure, or codify, and move my life forward understanding the total lack of a solid foundation I was basing my actions on. I needed to see Aya so much it hurt. "Are you going to arrest me?" I hiccupped. I was done bawling like a bereft child for a while. "For what?" Javiera snapped. "If I took this insanity before any judge I know, I'd be on Administrative Leave, if not out of a job altogether." "Oh yes," Nicole winked at me. "I was so looking forward to parading out the four identical aunts and the uncle/part-primate." Javiera shot Nicole a dirty look. "We need to go," Buffy reminded me. The only snag was the FBI guys, backed up by some Chicago PD, who intercepted Javiera as she walked with me to our limo. She had to separate for a minute to assure them she hadn't been kidnapped. After some rumbling, we were gifted with one FBI 'bodyguard' for Javiera. That was laughable. If a psychotic fit seized us, there would be two dead government officials instead of one. "Did you really stab that guy?" Special Agent Street Moslin asked once we were on our way. "My family believes in tough love," I muttered. "What sort of organized crime outfit are you with?" was next. "Pre-teen beauty pageants," I sighed. "You wouldn't believe how cutthroat they are." "It is a crime to lie to a criminal investigator," he countered. "And if this was an interrogation," Nicole sizzled, "you would have to Mirandize him." "He has already been Mirandized," the puppy yipped. "Oh? On the charge of Criminal Conspiracy to commit; clarify the charge for me," Nicole grinned. Street looked to Javiera. "What? Special Agent Moslin, consider yourself to not know a damn thing about what is going on and proceed from there," Javiera informed him. The poor bastard looked perplexed. "I will put your situation in context. The woman to my side (Rachel) is about to slit your throat. The woman (Buffy) next to Ms. Lawless is going to snap your neck. They do not give a crap that you, or I, are federal agents. The issue is not what will you do, it is which one gets to you first," Javiera glared at him. "Clear?" SA Street wasn't done yet. "They will get away with it because I suspect they already have such a contingency worked out," Javiera educated him. Javiera was yet Another really clever lady. "Call for our back-up vehicle, pull into a private driveway where you cannot legally follow us, abandon the vehicle, get picked up and leave the city on a private aircraft to another nation," Rachel sounded bored. That was so nice of her to assist Javiera out that way. "Thank you," I told Rachel. "That was very helpful of you." "I want the male to shut-up," Rachel answered. "He's grating. Worse, he's making me wish Pamela was with us and that is so wrong." I held up a finger to forestall Street. "Honestly Dude, she's is not messing with your head. She wants you to shut up, so please be quiet," I urged him. I conceptualized the assessment he was making. Crap. "Guy, whatever workout routine you think gives you the edge is what she does to warm up in the morning," I pleaded. Street had the 'she's only a girl' look about him. "Her combat training is with live rounds, real weapons and a plethora of scrapes, cuts and broken bones. I have little doubt that she's killed people, some in cold blood." "You being Top Shot at the local range and a Judo Champ isn't going to cut it," I emphasized. "You think she's some kind of Special Forces operator?" he mocked me. Javiera and Nicole got nervous. I didn't. Beginner's Amazon Psychology; male opinions do not matter. Rachel and Buffy weren't insulted because he was a chattering chimp and nothing more. "Have you ever heard of an all-female Special Forces unit?" I prodded. "No," he snorted. I kept staring; and staring; and then the idea began creeping in. "Where do you train?" Street looked at Rachel. Rachel was looking at him, not 'at' him. "Please Rachel," I requested. That was really for Javiera's benefit. "Physical training started at age five, weapons training at nine, survival testing at twelve, craft training at fifteen, and acceptance at nineteen," she rattled off in a monotone. "I am thirty." "What is 'craft training'?" Javiera inquired. "Learning to kill people and destroy things," she began. "My specialties are small unit tactics, security operations, electronic countermeasures and Recon Sniper," Rachel replied. "I am an accepted close combat trainer and handheld weapon expert. Do I need to explain any of that?" Pause. Street snorted. "Do you ever sleep?" Street joked. Rachel looked to me then rolled her eyes. "Yes. Six hours; every day unless duty intervenes," she said. "Right; so, what martial arts style do you practice?" he asked. "Not one you have ever heard of," Rachel took a deep breath. "Try me," Street entreated. "I've practiced with several." "Male, do I look like I enjoy talking to you?" Rachel glared. "To alleviate your obvious confusion, I do not. If you wish to lower the hostility level, hand me your pistol and the sap at your back. Your possession of said weapons in the presence of Cáel complicates my job. This is almost as irritating is restraining myself from taking them from you like the infant you are." "You think you could?" Street challenged her. "I was with the 82nd Airborne in Afghanistan." "Special Agent Moslin, she doesn't care. You might as well have told her you were a weekend security guard at an amusement park," I reasoned. "In her mind, being born with a penis renders all your accomplishments so much hyperbole; kind of how her having tits lowered your respect for her as a fighter." That successful ended that diversion. (The wake) Life was wonderful. I walked in the door of the Marshal Fields Jr. Mansion, Charlotte pulled me into a vacant side room and handed me a secure phone. She mouthed the name of the person on the other end. "Hayden," I sighed to my High Priestess. "Ishara (not using my first name was a bad sign), I have heard a report that you have declared war on the Condotteiri," she gave me the 'I'm going to skin you alive' purr. "Yep and I urinated on the Seven Pillars too," I confirmed. "Don't worry about the Illuminati. I've got that alliance sown up." "I'm going to have a member of the Nine Clans give me my first born, Ishara daughter, so that prospective alliance looks good as well," I added. "I even managed to be diplomatic with Earth  and  Sky. It is not even noon yet either. No need to thank me. Knowing you are thinking passionate thoughts about me is enough." Charlotte looked like her eyes were going to bug out. "We are clear on the fact that there are fifty two other houses in the House, aren't we Cáel?" Hayden murmured. "Hey now," I reposed, "you said to not pick a fight inside Havenstone. You didn't say anything about these sons of bitches on the outside. I also added nineteen new members. Ishara rejected one who I now think was a closet Man-hater's man-hater." "I want you to come back to Havenstone immediately and keep your mouth shut," she commanded. "The Council will be rightly furious." "With me?" I asked. "Of course with you," Hayden growled. "With the aid of the Federal Assistant Attorney, I received computer discs with extensive and sensitive data on Havenstone, including pictures and locations of Sydney and Marilynn, your daughter and granddaughter," I lied. "The feds seized the Condotteiri's private jet." Silence. "What? Why am I only now hearing of this?" Hayden inquired with a deathly calm. "Do you want me to work with the feds to finish hunting down those last two killers while I send someone back with the data?" I persisted. An oddly longer pause. "Katrina insists there is no data," Hayden seethed. "Of course there is no data," I snapped back. "Unlike you, I'm loyal to EVERY MEMBER of the Host, not just the ones I approve of! If I had something that important, it would be on the way to you, if not already in your hands. My House Head has been murdered. Support me; don't support me. It doesn't change that reality. You have lowered your worth in my eyes, Hayden. We will talk of this when I return." And I hung up. Charlotte kept gaping at me. "Do you think I was clear enough, Charlotte?" I asked her. "Yes Ishara," she whispered. "I doubt a single ancestor misconstrued your wrath." That stopped me in my tracks. A rank and file Amazon using my house name was perfectly acceptable. A Council 'equal' saying it was the equivalent of your pissed Mom yelling out your entire name. "You agree with me?" I blinked. "Had it been Fatima, Beyoncé, or Ngozi there would be no debate," Charlotte answered. "I don't like you; okay, beyond your physical magnetism I do not like you. You are still the Head of House Ishara and we believe that the ancestors move through you." By 'we' I imagine she meant Rachel's SD detachment. A social paradigm presented itself. Amazons were surprisingly democratic for such an ancient society. Their bonds of sisterhood gave them greater liberty than any other group I'd heard of. All could take their grievances to the highest authority. They could hate me and die for me at the same time, in the same way Charlotte could be honest at that moment. I was her superior in rank yet her equal in blood. "You realize that if you tell Buffy about this she'll beat me black and blue," I teased Charlotte. "No can do, Ishara," she chuckled. "She's your sister and, quite frankly, you wove this disaster and if anyone deserves to remind you of the trouble you've wrought, it is her." "I would call you a heartless Amazon, but that's kind of redundant," I glowered playfully. I couldn't hide with Charlotte in the side room forever. It was my father's wake after all. Out I went and there was Buffy waiting for me. "We have a problem," Buffy murmured to me as I headed to the main reception area/family room. "There are some questions concerning your Aunt Stella and the Ishara legacy." "Thank God," I muttered. My crisis was momentarily sidelined. I moved into the gathering, letting Helena and Buffy bring the Amazon to my corner. "Quick and easy," I stated as the last one j

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Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 8

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Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..

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The Prime Pediatric Podcast
Parenting with Positivity: How to embrace life with Gratitude

The Prime Pediatric Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 5, 2024 24:38


In this engaging episode, Dr. Skip and Dr. Julie Wyss explore the transformative power of gratitude and positivity on family dynamics, mental wellness, and physical health. Discover practical ways to express daily thankfulness, tackle negativity, and instill a positive mindset in children. The duo delves into the biochemical effects of stress and the crucial role of gratitude in combating these challenges. Learn actionable tips for starting your day with gratitude, performing small acts of kindness, and fostering genuine personal connections. Join us this November for National Gratitude Month and discover how consistent gratitude can enhance your relationships and overall happiness. 00:00 Understanding Children's Mood Swings 00:34 The Power of Gratitude 01:18 Welcome to the Podcast 02:08 The Impact of Negativity 03:04 Mindset and Biochemistry 04:08 Daily Gratitude Practices 06:06 Positivity in Daily Life 10:47 Teaching Gratitude to Children 11:53 Setting Positive Affirmations as a Family 12:33 The Counterproductive Nature of Negative Reinforcement 13:15 Praying with Positive Expectations 14:11 Starting Simple with Gratitude 15:12 The Impact of Social Media on Affirmation 17:03 Practicing Gratitude with Children 21:19 The Power of Positive Communication 22:46 A Simple Trick to Instantly Feel Happier 24:02 Final Thoughts and Encouragement  

Parenting With Psychology
Better Behavior Hack: Negative Reinforcement for Parents

Parenting With Psychology

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 31, 2024 9:17


In this episode, Dr. Lindsay delves into the concept of negative reinforcement and how it can be an effective tool in parenting. Discover the science behind negative reinforcement and learn practical strategies for applying it in everyday situations with your children. We will explore common misconceptions, provide relatable examples, and share tips on how to implement these techniques to foster positive behavior while maintaining a loving and nurturing environment. Whether you're a new parent or looking to refine your parenting strategies, this episode will equip you with valuable insights to enhance your parenting journey. Don't forget to like, share, and subscribe for more parenting tips and strategies!

All Shows Feed | Horse Radio Network
1554: Horse Training - Positive or Negative, Punishment or Reinforcement? by US Rider - Horse Tip Daily

All Shows Feed | Horse Radio Network

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 26, 2024 13:28


Shawna Karrasch, author of You Can Teach Your Horse To Do Anything, clears up all the confusion about Positive and Negative Reinforcement.Host: Coach JennTodays contributor: Shawna Karrasch |Shawna Karrasch EquineSupport for this episode provided by USRiderListen to more podcasts for horse people at Horse Radio Network

Horse Tip Daily
1554: Horse Training - Positive or Negative, Punishment or Reinforcement? by US Rider

Horse Tip Daily

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 26, 2024 13:28


Shawna Karrasch, author of You Can Teach Your Horse To Do Anything, clears up all the confusion about Positive and Negative Reinforcement.Host: Coach JennTodays contributor: Shawna Karrasch |Shawna Karrasch EquineSupport for this episode provided by USRiderListen to more podcasts for horse people at Horse Radio Network

Your Message Received... Finding your Business Voice!
How Negative Reinforcement leads to Positive Change-Richard Walsh

Your Message Received... Finding your Business Voice!

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 18, 2024 75:32


From Marine to Mentor: Richard Walsh on Resilience, Entrepreneurship, and Homeschooling Join host John Duffin on 'Your Message Received' as he explores the remarkable journey of Richard Walsh, a Marine-turned-entrepreneur and strategic business coach. Richard shares his transformation from overcoming military challenges to becoming a successful entrepreneur, author, and coach. Learn about his blueprint for business freedom, strategic vision, and balancing the five Fs: faith, family, finance, fitness, and friendships. Discover his unique homeschooling approach that focuses on critical thinking and personal empowerment. Plus, get a special gift: a free audio copy of his book 'Escape the Owner Prison.' Dive into this episode packed with insights on turning hardships into triumphs.   01:12 Meet Our Guest: Richard Walsh 01:55 Richard's Journey: From Marine to Business Coach 02:53 The Challenges and Rewards of Military Life 03:55 Transitioning from Military to Business 05:06 Building a Successful Business 21:53 Facing Economic Downturns 25:17 Rebuilding and Reinventing 33:07 The Role of Faith and Family 35:22 Homeschooling and Family Life 38:04 Balancing Business and Personal Life 39:23 Balancing Business and Family Life 39:56 Building a Self-Sustaining Business 42:03 The Importance of Strategic Vision 42:18 Assessing and Improving Business Systems 44:54 The Role of Sales and Pricing in Business Success 46:04 Systemizing Business Operations 51:39 Creating Accountability and Consequences 54:13 Evolving Leadership Styles 01:07:10 Homeschooling and Critical Thinking 01:13:13 Conclusion and Special Offer

The Momentum Parenting Podcast
Episode 1.19: Just Give It A Chance! The Case for Negative Reinforcement

The Momentum Parenting Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 3, 2024 22:33


Just hear us out, ok?! Negative reinforcement works; just give it a chance! In this episode, Dr. Jill and Dr. Roseanne delve into the often misunderstood concept of negative reinforcement. Despite its potential to effectively encourage desirable behaviors in children, negative reinforcement remains underutilized by many parents. The episode focuses on practical ways to use negative reinforcement at home. Insightful examples are explored to help parents consider how to use this type of strategy at home. They stress the need for clear expectations and consistent follow-through to make these strategies effective. By incorporating negative reinforcement thoughtfully, parents can enhance their approach to managing behaviors and foster better outcomes for their children. So, c'mon, give it a try! References: Wilson, J. B. & Lesack, R. S. (In press). Insights into Parental Perception of Behavior Analytic Interventions: A Pilot Survey to Improve Rapport and Treatment Adherence. Behavior Analysis in Practice. Disclaimer: This podcast represents the opinions of the hosts and their guests. Views and opinions expressed in the podcast are our own and do not necessarily represent that of our employers or Momentum Parenting, LLC. The content discussed by the hosts or their guests should not be taken as mental health or medical advice and is for informational and educational purposes only. In no way does listening, contacting our hosts, or engaging with our content establish a doctor-patient relationship. Please consult your or your child's healthcare professional for any mental health or medical questions. Strategies discussed in this podcast are backed by peer-reviewed literature. Please see show notes for references. All examples mentioned in the podcast have been modified to protect patient confidentiality.

Dangerous at Both Ends, Tricky in the Middle
S2 Barn Bonus 1 - What is Negative Reinforcement?

Dangerous at Both Ends, Tricky in the Middle

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 5, 2024 21:44


Barn Bonus 1 - What is Negative Reinforcement?Welcome to our first bonus episode of "Dangerous at Both Ends, Tricky in the Middle"! In this special "Barn Bonus" series, we dive into key behavioural terms that are crucial for understanding equine behaviour and training.In today's episode, we explore the concept of negative reinforcement. Often misunderstood, negative reinforcement is a fundamental principle in behavioural psychology and horse training. We'll break down what it means, how it works, and why it's important in creating effective training routines.Join us for a concise and informative discussion that will enhance your understanding of horse behaviour and improve your training techniques. Perfect for both new and experienced horse enthusiasts looking to deepen their knowledge.Tune in and let's get to the core of negative reinforcement in this quick yet insightful episode!If you have any questions or comments, feel free to reach out to Barbara and Jen at the links below. We'd love to hear from you! Meet Your Hosts Barbara Hardman (Bright Horse Equiation)www.brighthorse.ie

Performance Initiative Podcast
#29: Self-Confidence & the Path to Success - Dr. Ivan Joseph, Coach, Author & Speaker

Performance Initiative Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 25, 2024 54:26


In this episode of The Performance Initiative Podcast, hosts Dr. Grant Cooper and Dr. Zinovy Meyler interview Dr. Ivan Joseph about the crucial role of self-confidence in achieving success. Dr. Joseph shares his insights on aligning purpose, celebrating the processes of goal setting, and differentiating self-confidence from hubris. The discussion covers his strategies for developing self-confidence as a skill, addressing imposter syndrome, and the importance of positive reinforcement. By reflecting on his career, including turning a small soccer team into national champions, Dr. Joseph emphasizes the significance of genuine belief in one's abilities, persistence, and positive self-talk. The episode underscores the value of setting high expectations, managing failure, and fostering social cohesion in teams for optimal performance.(00:00) Introduction(01:35) Meet Dr. Ivan Joseph: Mastering Self-Confidence(02:48) Defining Self-Confidence vs. Self-Esteem(05:40) The Role of Persistence in Building Confidence(12:33) Learning from Failure: The Growth Mindset(21:08) The Power of Positive Reinforcement(28:11) The Role of Negative Reinforcement in Coaching(29:44) Genuine Positive Feedback in Sports(31:18) Balancing Confidence and Humility(36:54) The Power of Self-Affirmation Letters(40:54) Setting and Achieving High Expectations(45:37) Skill Acquisition vs. Skill Retention(48:24) The Importance of Social Cohesion in Teams(53:00) Concluding ThoughtsDr. Ivan Joseph is a renowned expert in the field of self-confidence, leadership, and sports psychology. With a distinguished career that spans coaching, academic leadership, and motivational speaking, he is celebrated for his ability to inspire and develop confidence in individuals and teams. Dr. Joseph's innovative approaches have transformed underperforming sports teams into national champions and have empowered countless individuals to overcome self-doubt and achieve their goals. He is a sought-after speaker, sharing his insights on building self-confidence, addressing imposter syndrome, and fostering a growth mindset. Dr. Joseph's impactful work is encapsulated in his book, You Got This: Mastering the Skill of Self-Confidence, which offers practical strategies for developing and sustaining self-belief in various aspects of life.Buy Dr. Ivan Joseph's book You Got This: Mastering the Skill of Self-Confidence: https://a.co/d/01SNxdPjThanks For WatchingSocials:YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKPNCI1-HBSZmiHNAlAjiIwWebsite: https://www.performanceinitiativepodcast.com/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/performanceinitiative#confidence #selfesteem #success #performance #highperformance #winning #coaching #selfconfidence #ego #genuinebelief #persistence #positivereinforcement #negativeselftalk #selfimprovement #improvement #positivereinforcement #skillacquisition #socialcohesion #philosophy #hubris

Pediatric Meltdown
199. PANDAS and PANS: Non-pharmacologic Treatment

Pediatric Meltdown

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 19, 2024 61:30


Imagine a world where children with OCD and Tourette's can manage their symptoms without relying solely on medications. In this episode of Pediatric Meltdown, we explore innovative interventions like Habit Reversal Training and ERP Therapy that offer new hope for young patients. Dr. Lia's guest is a listener's favorite, Dr. Colleen Cullinan. She has a gift for taking you inside the child's mind and telling you exactly what they're thinking. She'll talk about the profound impact of intentional, compassionate care and the crucial role of family support in the treatment process. Tune in to discover effective strategies for tackling the emotional and psychological struggles these children face and how these methods pave the way for lasting improvements. [03:13 -17:21] Understanding Isolation and Negative Reinforcement in Mental HealthConcept of breaking the cycle of negative reinforcement and the importance of compassionate interventions.Connection between emotional regulation in various scenarios and therapies like cognitive behavioral therapy and acceptance and commitment therapy.Discussion on how the brain's problem-solving nature struggles with internal experiences, leading to anxiety.Therapies offer solutions that counter the brain's intuitive problem-solving approach.[17:22 - 29:42] Exposure and Response Prevention (ERP) for OCD Emphasis on intentionally facing fears without engaging in compulsive behaviors.Insights into how ERP can be rewarding for families affected by OCD.Challenges and solutions in treating internal obsessions and related mental compulsions.Significance of ERP in helping individuals understand their fears are not dangerous.[29:43 - 41:52] Nonpharmacologic Therapies for OCD, Tics, and Tourette'sOverview of therapies like exposure and response prevention, habit reversal training, and comprehensive behavioral intervention for tics.Discussion of the non-logical and visceral nature of these behaviors and breaking the cycle of negative reinforcement.Strategies for managing compulsive skin picking, including competing responses and awareness.Practice and gradual exposure to triggers as critical parts of treatment.[41:53 - 55:12] Resources and Tools for Comprehensive Behavioral Intervention for TicsIntroduction to CBIT as a detailed treatment involving awareness building and breaking down tics.Challenges in finding CBIT-trained therapists and resources to locate such providers.Mention of the Tourette Association of America and the TLC Foundation for Body Focused Repetitive Behaviors.University training programs in clinical psychology as potential access points for therapists trained in habit reversal training.[55:13 - 59:58] Closing segment TakeawaysLinks to resources mentioned on the showInternational OCD Foundation: https://iocdf.org Tourette's Association of America: https://tourette.orgTLC Foundation for Body-Focused Repetitive Behaviors https://www.bfrb.orgAACAP Facts for Families OCD:

Making Milestones
A Deep Dive into Positive & Negative Reinforcement in Horse Training

Making Milestones

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 26, 2024 77:05 Transcription Available


Welcome to another enlightening episode of the Making Milestones podcast, where we uncover one of the most debated topics in the equestrian world - positive reinforcement vs negative reinforcement in horse training. We dissect these two methods, clarifying common misconceptions, and shed light on aversive pressure versus neutral pressure. Support the Podcast: Shop my clothing and bridles: http://shopmilestoneeq.com Check out free resources, webinars and more: http://milestoneequestrian.ca Subscribe to Patreon: http://patreon.com/sdequus Tip jar: http://paypal.me/milestoneequestrian   Follow me elsewhere: http://facebook.com/milestoneequestrian96 http://instagram.com/sdequus http://tiktok.com/@sdequus http://youtube.com/c/shelbydennis

Zoo Logic
Revisiting Negative Reinforcement with Ken Ramirez

Zoo Logic

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 4, 2024 36:31


On a recent visit to a zoological facility, their senior animal manager asked about my current views on the use of negative reinforcement given past treatment of the subject in my book ZOOmility going back to the mid 2000's, when I largely discouraged trainers from using the training tool. So we thought it might be time to take another look at that behavioral tool to better understand if, when or with what species it is ever appropriate to use negative reinforcement since it requires the presence and subsequent removal of aversive stimuli. We asked well known animal trainer and Clicker Training's Executive Vice President and Chief Training Officer, Ken Ramirez, to weigh in on the subject and share his thoughts and cautions on negative reinforcement. Animal Care Software

Animal Behavior Conversations: The Podcast of The ABMA
46: From Trauma to Trust: Building Relationships using Operant Conditioning with Sarah van Herpt, Animals Asia - Vietnam

Animal Behavior Conversations: The Podcast of The ABMA

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 3, 2024 43:02


This episode Sarah van Herpt, Animals Asia - Vietnam, discusses relationship and trust building with animals who previously lived in adverse and traumatic environments. Animals Asia rescues bears from the bear bile industry so Sarah is able to give practical examples of how they help the rescued bears move from trauma to trust. Sarah educates about desensitization and different techniques used to build trust such as temporarily using negative reinforcement with animals where the best reinforcer is distance and space. Sarah also talks about how to build trust back quickly after a situation that may require some of that trust to be broken. l Stay tuned in for a "Training Tale" about giving the power of consent and control back to rescued bears! For questions or suggestions about the podcast email ⁠⁠abc@theabma.org⁠⁠ To reach Sarah email svanherpt@animalsasia.org and to learn more about Animals Asia visit their website at https://www.animalsasia.org Let's talk some training and banter about behavior! 3:00 Introduction to Sarah van Herpt and Animals Asia  9:00 Starting to build a trusting relationship with an animal from a previously aversive situation  16:00 Desensitization  21:10 Negative Reinforcement as a temporary tool  24:05 Relationship building outside of a “formal” training session  28:40 Working with animals with low trust in the “trust account”  31:55 Building relationships back up after doing something that takes away some trust (example: necessary medical procedure)  36:05 Overcoming setbacks with animals that previously had traumatic experiences  37:30 “Training Tale” 

Consider the Dog Podcast
Episode 11: Does Your Dog Obsessively Eat Rabbit Poop... Amongst Other Things, Structuring Dog Trainer Programs, and the Differences Between Negative Reinforcement and Punishment... and More with Sarah Dixon

Consider the Dog Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 23, 2024 61:05 Very Popular


In today's episode, Tyler Muto and Sarah Dixon do a deep dive on how to stop dogs from eating rabbit poop (amongst other things),  thoughts on structuring training programs and a deep dive into the differences between negative reinforcement and punishment. Many folks get these terms confused, but it's not just the terms, it's making sure we understand the different ways that our dogs can learn about their interactions with the world around them. Enjoy!Learn more on ConsiderTheDog.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/considerthedog/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/consider_the_dog/Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/considerthedogSubscribe: https://www.considerthedog.com/

Prosecco Theory
180 - Don't Swallow for Randos

Prosecco Theory

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 29, 2024 86:17


Megan and Michelle catch up with Alisha about dating, losing your prime, dry spells, talking to plants, negative reinforcement, preferences, the spirit realm, “why not” makeouts, and the village of spinsters.Want to support Prosecco Theory?Become a Patreon subscriber and earn swag!Check out our merch, available on teepublic.com!Follow/Subscribe wherever you listen!Rate, review, and tell your friends!Follow us on Instagram!****************Ever thought about starting your own podcast? From day one, Buzzsprout gave us all the tools we needed get Prosecco Theory off the ground. What are you waiting for? Follow this link to get started. Cheers!!

The Canine Classroom Podcast
Ep. 23- Helene Lawler on Modern Sheep Herding Methods & Negative Reinforcement

The Canine Classroom Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 10, 2024 107:51


Episode 23 is here! Vinny and Anthony sat down with dog sport coach and herding instructor, Helene Lawler to discuss modern approaches to sheep herding training. Helene also discusses the use of the quadrants, specifically negative reinforcement and its application to sheep herding.To learn more about Helene and her work check out her website! You can also find her on instagram @helene.lawlerTo learn more about Anthony De Marinis and Vinny Viola, visit their website's below.Anthony De MarinisWebsite https://demarinisdogtraining.comVinny ViolaWebsite https://www.caninejester.com

Reinforce the Horse
#44 Ruby Doss | Horse Nutrition | Positive & Negative Reinforcement | Telepathy | Collective Consciousness | Feral vs. Wild

Reinforce the Horse

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 7, 2023 53:30


Ruby Doss is a holistic equine nutrition and wellness consultant (with an emphasis on holistic nutrition), as well as trainer.  She helps people become the best possible stewards for their horses' physical, mental, and emotional health.Connect with Ruby:Podcast: The Whole ScoopInstagram, Facebook, YouTube: @rubydossequineRubydossequine.comMusic provided by Justin Tamminga

AFT Construction Podcast
Organizational Culture, Measuring Critical Behaviors and the Power of Positive Reinforcement with Bill Sims

AFT Construction Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 19, 2023 55:55


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Life Unleashed with Sarah Hodgson
21. Positive vs. Negative Reinforcement Training

Life Unleashed with Sarah Hodgson

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 15, 2023 24:41


In this episode of Life Unleashed, Sarah breaks down the differences between positive and negative reinforcement training, how negative reinforcement can damage your dog's psyche, and the ways positive reinforcement shapes your dog's future for the better.

Life with Pets
How To Start Negative And Positive Reinforcement Dog Training

Life with Pets

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 27, 2023 33:28


There is often confusion about the difference between positive and negative reinforcement training, and the efficacy of each. Eric Wiese, a certified trainer and the host of Lucky Dog on CBS, joins us to clear up some of the misconceptions and help Pet Parents get on the best track with their training.Tune in to learn:What could be causing increased nipping? (3:00)What are the differences between positive and negative reinforcement? (7:30)The science of dog training (9:35)Clearing up misconceptions about what negative conditioning is (17:22)Is there a right and wrong way to train? (26:40)When to call in a professional (32:08)Mentions:IAABC.orgLucky DogLife with Pets is sponsored by Buddies by Blue Buffalo. Learn more at LifewithPetsPodcast.comMission.org is a media studio producing content for world-class clients. Learn more at http://www.mission.org.

The Unapologetic Man Podcast
How to Shape a Woman's Behavior With Preemptive Compliments & Negative Reinforcement

The Unapologetic Man Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 11, 2023 21:32


Ever tried to bring up a legitimate concern with a woman, only to have them get into their emotions and become angry, even though everything you're saying is perfectly logical? This is because when women feel (key word, FEEL) attacked, they'll immediately jump on the defensive no matter how logical you are. This begs the question, how can we eliminate these unlikable traits and behaviors without direct confrontation and making her mad? This is where the sheer genius of Preemptive compliments comes into play, rather than try to correct bad behaviors with negativity, we can use positivity and compliments to support and encourage good behaviors. Get Your FREE 1 on 1 Breakthrough Session here: https://coachmarksing.com/coaching/ Follow Mark on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/coachmarksing/ Watch UMP Episodes on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCybix9PZoDgcyyt5hNxPLuw Grab Mark's Free Program: "The Approach Formula": http://www.CoachMarkSing.com/The-Approach-Formula Contact Mark Directly: CoachMarkSing@Gmail.com

Life Unleashed with Sarah Hodgson
18. The Deal with Negative Reinforcement and E-Collar Training

Life Unleashed with Sarah Hodgson

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 29, 2023 22:42


On this episode, Sarah gives us her opinion on negative reinforcement training, the foundations of a dog's sense of wellbeing, and how punishment and dominance mindsets can create irreversible damage to your dog.

Walking Blind
Negative Reinforcement w/ O'Bryan Ruiz

Walking Blind

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 30, 2023 75:28


This week the boys sit down with O'Bryan of Share The Backline. They talk news, vans at the beach, Jesse's episode, and more!WALKING BLIND LINKSSupport the show:https://supporter.acast.com/walking-blindMerch:https://walkingblindpod.bigcartel.comWebsite:https://www.walkingblindpod.com Follow on the Gram: Walking Blind:https://www.instagram.com/walkingblindpod/David Lyon:https://www.instagram.com/davidlyonmusic/ Mike Perez: https://www.instagram.com/MikeofNbr/Mike Alsaybar: https://www.instagram.com/MikeAlsaybar/Camera Operator:Jesse TocaHttps://www.instagram.com/Jesse_Toca/Email: WalkingBlindPod@gmail.comSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/walking-blind. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Life Long Learner
Ep. 85 Out Of Class - Negative Reinforcement, Connection and Serenity

Life Long Learner

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 20, 2023 62:22


This week Gines and Ben are at the same location, while Matt tunes in from Indonesia. Matt chats about how his microbiome changed and got a shock to the system this time around coming back to Indonesia. The fellas talk about flat tires. Meaning flat tyres in your body, is something that needs to be addressed, Matt shares his 'old man' flat tyre of his achilles tendonitis. Ben gives the listeners an update on Brom, his new puppy. He was paid a visit by the puppy whisperer, and now it is time to put all that into action with Brom. The puppy whisperer mentioned there should be negative reinforcement when training a dog. Gines makes a comparison to why we don't do that actively with children anymore. Mainstream society is shy to let children know they are doing something wrong. But if they do tell them they are doing something wrong, it is so PC the watered down it has no effect on the children's behaviour. They acknowledge that there is always extremes that are still very present in society. The serenity prayer: God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. For more updates and to subscribe head to -lifelonglearnerpodcast.com Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/lifelonglearnernow Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/lifelonglearner.podcast Youtube - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCz_HJXIvmwW7HfzhaOM0itQ hello@lifelonglearnerpodcast.com

Animal Training Academy
Susan Friedman; Functional assessments, Negative reinforcement & non-linear contingency analysis [Episode 200]

Animal Training Academy

Play Episode Listen Later May 8, 2023 69:01


Dr. Susan G. Friedman, Ph.D. is a professor emeritus in the Department of Psychology at Utah State University. Susan has co-authored chapters on behavior change in five veterinary texts, and her popular articles have been translated into 17 languages. She teaches seminars and courses on animal learning online (How Behavior Works: Living & Learning With Animals), with students from 63 countries so far. Susan also consults with zoos and animal organizations around the world. She was appointed to the F&WS California Condor Recovery Team from 2002 – 2010, after which time the team was retired due to the success of the birds in the wild. She is the Chairperson of the Scientific Advisory Committee of American Humane Association (AHA) Film and TV Unit, and a member in good standing of ABAI, ABMA, IAATE and IAABC. For links visit here >>> https://atamember.com/2023/05/08/function-assessments/

Animal Behavior Conversations: The Podcast of The ABMA
12: Negative Reinforcement and Why We Focus on Positive Reinforcement with Anaka Nazareth, National Aquarium and current President of The ABMA

Animal Behavior Conversations: The Podcast of The ABMA

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 26, 2023 38:46


This episode current President of The ABMA, Anaka Nazareth of the National Aquarium, continues our discussion about reinforcement from Episode 9 by breaking down Negative Reinforcement.  We discuss practical applications of using Negative Reinforcement including using this method as a way to give animals control and a voice in their training. However, the episode ends with an explanation of why we want to focus on positive, not negative reinforcement during behavioral interventions and training. Tune in for Anaka's fun "Training Tale" about an African pied crow who recycles vegetables (talk about a spirit animal!) and to learn more about The ABMA's Glossary of Terms. For questions or suggestions about the podcast email abc@theabma.org and to reach Anaka email The ABMA or contact asnazareth@gmail.com.  Let's talk some training!

The Fat Bird, Ugly Dog Podcast

In this episode, I run through fundamental terms associated with operant conditioning. This episode is presented in preparation for future guests that use the approach to train their falconry birds and/or bird dogs. For questions or comments, please visit Fat Bird, Ugly Dog on Facebook.Primary reinforcer - any motivating factor that is essential to survival.  Secondary reinforcer - also called a Conditioned Reinforcer, is any neutral factor that when paired with a primary reinforcer inherits the reinforcing properties of a primary reinforcer.Cue - a signal asking for a specific behavioral response that leads to receiving a secondary reinforcer that leads to receiving a primary reinforcer. Variable reinforcement - a reinforcement schedule where the secondary reinforcer is provided after every correct behavioral response, but the primary reinforcer is provided randomly or irregularly.Free shaping - the process of using an animal's voluntary behaviors to teach it which behavior is desired. Structured Shaping - the process of establishing a more complex behavior by selectively reinforcing and building on an existing behavior.Extinction - the gradual weakening and disappearance of a behavioral response, either wanted or unwanted, due to lack of reinforcement. Generalize - the process of ensuring that the wanted behavior is offered consistently under multiple environmental conditions even when distractions are present.Luring - a method of directing behavior using a primary reinforcer to entice the animal to offer the desired behavior. Developing a wanted behavior is just a straightforward application of a 5-step process, as follows:1.Free shaping2.Reinforcing3.Cuing4.Generalizing5.Structured shapingUltimately, there are only two types of behaviors: those that are wanted and those that are unwanted.We want to increase the frequency of wanted behaviors and decrease the frequency of unwanted behaviors.Frequency of wanted behaviors can be increased in 2 ways:You can add something good to the training environment as a reward for the wanted behavior – which is typically referred to as positive reinforcement,You can remove something bad from the training environment as a reward for wanted behavior – which is typically referred to as negative reinforcement.Similarly, frequency of unwanted behaviors can be decreased in 2 ways:You can add something bad to the training environment as a punishment for the unwanted behavior – which is typically referred to as positive punishment,You can remove something good from the training environment as a punishment for unwanted behavior – which is typically referred to negative punishment.Note that the terms positive and negative do not equate to good things and bad things, they just mean that a rewarding or punishing reinforcer is added or taken away.Positive Reinforcement – giving a treat as a reward for sitting.Negative Reinforcement – turn e-collar vibrate-mode to off as a reward for recalling.Positive Punishment – turn e-collar vibrate mode to on as a punishment for leaving bed without being released. Once the dog returns to the bed, vibrate mode is switched to off.Negative Punishment –  “retrieve denial” where the opportunity to make a retrieve is taken away as punishment for not remaining steady.To conclude, it's not a prerequisite of operant conditioning to use all four reinforcement options in equal proportions. In fact, many dog trainers and likely all falconers do not use positive punishment as part of their training regime.

Forte Catholic: Making Catholicism Fun Again
331: Negative Feedback & Catholic Feminism w/Allison Sullivan

Forte Catholic: Making Catholicism Fun Again

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 15, 2023 54:41


Taylor & Allison are together for the first time in a couple weeks so that have a lot to catch up on! Allison challenges Taylor on his self-talk and he talks about using both positive and negative reinforcement while coaching his track team. They also discuss some old movies that came out before Taylor was born. In the next segment, Allison shares about her recent fancy ladies trip to Nashville. A lot of leaders in the pro-life movement met at Patricia Heaton's house(yes, THAT Patricia Heaton) to meet each other and share thoughts, dreams and ideas. She has a lot of great insight and Taylor has some news for Allison that she doesn't like to hear ;) Thanks for listening! Y'all are the best! Subscribe/Rate Never miss out on the craziness of each episode by hitting the subscribe button RIGHT NOW! Help other people find the show by taking a few moments to leave a review in your podcasting app. Thanks! YouTube Check out the show and other exclusive videos on our YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/fortecatholic Connect

Fenzi Dog Sports Podcast
E303: Deb Jones, PhD - Grief, Focus, and Negative Reinforcement

Fenzi Dog Sports Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 10, 2023 32:21


Deb and I chat about her latest book, currently running workshop, and upcoming webinar... and yes, it really is possible to build better focus in just 7 days.

Off the Court with Coach Jack
Positive vs. Negative Reinforcement | Two Minute Short!

Off the Court with Coach Jack

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 26, 2023 1:51


This week, Off The Court is bringing you a short, two minute episode about the difference between positive and negative reinforcement. Coach Jack talks about how to reap maximum results, and this is by positive reinforcement.Download our FREE 25 page EBook: How to Unlock the Mental Side of the Game: https://ctghoops.com/free-ebook/ Website: https://ctghoops.com Off The Court: Basketball Training Podcast With Coach Jack: https://ctghoops.buzzsprout.comYoutube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPvfp1wvkCwIchIEQw1O8rg Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@ctghoops?lang=en Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ctghoops/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/closethegatehoops Twitter: https://twitter.com/CTGHoops LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/74617465/admin/

Smoking Owl Tales
The Volkov Experiment - Scary Stories

Smoking Owl Tales

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 11, 2023 19:12


The Volkov Experiment – We Trusted The Science - Scary Stories Words have power. Positive Reinforcement is encouragement that adds. Negative Reinforcement, loved by vampires, is encouragement that takes away. If one thinks they are being trained for greatness, they might just achieve it. This story tests the limit of positive reinforcement but with a gruesome twist. So stay tuned for this gruesome affair ...The Volkov Experiment – We Trusted The Science. --------------------------------- Link to original Reddit Post Link to author's Reddit profile --------------------------------- Link to the Smoking Owl Tales Reddit Profile -------------------------------- Background Music: The background music was composed by The Smoking Owl using the audio production software application FL Studio Mobile. This was a fun project, and while the focus here is on story writing and narration, composing spooky music can happen too.

The 42cast
The 42cast Episode 171: Negative Reinforcement

The 42cast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 20, 2023


Last year we watched the Arrowverse implode. Due to cancellations and a narrative divorce what had been a mega franchise with four different iterations was wittled down to just a single entry – The Flash. I this episode we review the penultimate season of The Flash. We discuss the characters, their trajectories, and whether we... The post The 42cast Episode 171: Negative Reinforcement appeared first on The 42cast.

ESO Network – The ESO Network
The 42cast Episode 171: Negative Reinforcement

ESO Network – The ESO Network

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 20, 2023 179:54


Last year we watched the Arrowverse implode. Due to cancellations and a narrative divorce what had been a mega franchise with four different iterations was wittled down to just a single entry – The Flash. I this episode we review the penultimate season of The Flash. We discuss the characters, their trajectories, and whether we … The 42cast Episode 171: Negative Reinforcement Read More » The post The 42cast Episode 171: Negative Reinforcement appeared first on The ESO Network.

The Behavioral Observations Podcast with Matt Cicoria
Ethics Regarding the Use of Punishment, Amongst Other Things: Session 205 with Matt Brodhead

The Behavioral Observations Podcast with Matt Cicoria

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 1, 2022 101:39 Very Popular


After a long hiatus, Dr. Matt Brodhead returns to Behavioral Observations. In this episode, we discuss the use of punishment in the context of creating effective, ethical behavioral interventions.  Of course, pursuant to the Behavior Analysis Certification Board's Ethics Code for Behavior Analysts, punishment should only be considered, "only after demonstrating that desired results have not been obtained using less intrusive means, or when it is determined by an existing intervention team that the risk of harm to the client outweighs the risk associated with the behavior-change intervention" (Code Element 2.15, page 12).  So Matt and I talked about what this means in practice, the role of coercive or aversive events in everyday life, weighing the pros and cons of treatment choices, and much more.  As we state in the first few minutes of the show, we made the editorial decision not to discuss the ABAI Task Force report on Contingent Electric Skin Shock. It's not that we don't have opinions on this topic; rest assured, we certainly do. But we felt like it would be more helpful for practitioners to hear Matt's thoughts on things like response cost, time-out, and so forth, as these are procedures that are more likely to be used by "everyday" practitioners.  We also meandered into a few other topics, like the necessity of teaching cooperation and compliance under certain stimulus conditions, the utility or role of descriptive assessments vs. analog functional analyses, as well as other digressions.  On a stylistic note, because Matt and I have gotten to know each other pretty well, this is an even more conversational episode that usual (versus one that is a series of questions and answers), with the attendant joking around that we usually engage in. If you're interested in Matt's work, go over to his website, betteraba.com, and pick up a copy of his excellent workbook, Behavioral Systems Analysis and Ethical Behavior. It's a bargain at $25 bucks... and remember, the holidays are right around the corner  Matt is also available for workshops and consultations, and you can reach him through the same website.  And while I'm plugging Matt's stuff, the popular text book he co-authored with Drs. David Cox and Shawn Quigley, is out in its second edition (disclosure: Amazon Associates Link). Other resources we discussed: Brodhead and Oteto (2022): Ethics and Ethical Problem Solving.  Thomas and Brodhead (2022): Bringing Challenge to Coercion and the Status Quo.  Matt's earlier appearances on the BOP.  Musical references: "I Love this Bar" and "Check Yo Self" Hanley et al. (2005). On the Effectiveness of and Preference for Punishment and Extinction-Based Components of Function-Based Interventions.  Hanley (2012): Functional assessment of problem behavior: dispelling myths, overcoming implementation obstacles, and developing new lore. Congenital Insensitivity to Pain. Perone (2003): The Negative Effects of Positive Reinforcement. The Importance of Red Teams, Peter Attia, MD. Michael (1975): Positive and Negative Reinforcement, a Distinction That Is No Longer Necessary; Or a Better Way to Talk about Bad Things. MacKenzie (2021): Caring by Lying.  Fisher et al. (1996): On the reinforcing effects of the content of verbal attention.  CBIT for Tic Disorders. Inside JABA #3 with Iser DeLeon on Accumulated vs. Distributed Reinforcement. This podcast is brought to you with the generous support of: Behavior University. Their mission is to provide university quality professional development for the busy Behavior Analyst. Learn about their CEU offerings, including their brand new 8-hour Supervision Course, as well as their RBT offerings over at behavioruniversity.com/observations. Abaspeech.org - the brainchild of Session 203 guest, Rose Griffin, is giving listeners a 30% discount on all of her courses which include, The Advanced Language Learner, Help Me Find My Voice, and Start Communicating Today. The offer is valid through December 1st, 2022. Go to abaspeech.org, check out the ‘courses' link, and use the promo code, aba30, at checkout. Behavior Development Solutions For BCBA and BCaBA candidates, they report a 98.5% pass rate for first-time exam takers… plus a money-back guarantee! They also have solutions for RBT aspirants, plus CE courses, and live webinars (most of which are free for anyone to attend). To learn more, head over to bds.com/bop for a special offer for podcast listeners! 

Behind the Screens
Episode 21 - Risk, Positioning, and Negative Reinforcement with Josh Schuler

Behind the Screens

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 21, 2022 41:43


Josh Schuler joins host Ian Blanke to discuss managing risk in a market that has transitioned from a monetary market to a fiscal market. Josh and Ian also discuss how the auction behaves in the current market, the dangers of negative reinforcement, and positioning in volatility. Futures trading not suitable for all investors, past performance is not necessarily indicative of future results. The opinions shared on this podcast should not be construed as trading recommendations and do not necessarily represent the opinions of Edge Clear, the hosts, officers and affiliates of the podcast.

Training Without Conflict Podcast
Special Episode: The Seat Belt Analogy and Negative Reinforcement

Training Without Conflict Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 7, 2022 34:50


Training Without Conflict® Podcast Special Edition: The Seat Belt Analogy and Negative Reinforcement Earlier this year in one of Ivan's Facebook posts, he stated that the commonly used seat belt analogy is misleading and does not properly illustrate the concept of Negative Reinforcement. This podcast is a 30-minute excerpt from my Training Without Conflict® course lecture on Negative Reinforcement where he discusses why this analogy is problematic. Ivan Balabanov is a 2-time World Champion dog trainer, Ot Vitosha Malinois breeder, trainer of Premier Protection Dogs, and founder of the revolutionary Training Without Conflict® dog training system. For more information about Ivan Balabanov and information on how to train your dog or to learn how to become a dog trainer and become certified in the Training Without Conflict® training methodology, check out: https://trainingwithoutconflict.com https://malinois.com https://premierprotectiondogs.com Please like, comment, and share with your dog friends!

Dropping Into Happiness
Episode 40- Positive vs Negative Reinforcement

Dropping Into Happiness

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 5, 2022 32:04 Very Popular


Have you ever noticed in sports movies how the coaches start to rip apart the players at halftime to “inspire” them to win the game. That doesn't work on a wellness journey. There I said it. We must celebrate!! Patting ourselves on the back, tooting our own horn, and saying “I am so proud of myself” are necessary for success.  Let's start some hashtags!#passthemic#toottoot#washrinserepeat  Maggie is doing the Hottie Glow up with @amberfindsbalance! Wanna do it too?https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci-cTSbLg8-/?igshid=N2NmMDY0OWE%3D Maggie Recommends:https://www.zennioptical.com/Use her code: ZENBR9HMA1STo receive 10% OFF Rachel Recommends:https://www.elloproducts.com/Ello storage containers Support Maggie as she runs to raise money for charity!https://secure.qgiv.com/event/wdw23/account/1306738/ Talk to us!droppingintohappiness@gmail.com Maggie's Instagram: maggietracksmagic Rachel's Instagram: balancing_that_life  Find us on:Instagram: droppingintohappinesspodhttps://www.instagram.com/droppingintohappinesspod/ Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/droppingintohappiness Twitter:https://twitter.com/DroppingPod TikTok:https://www.tiktok.com/@droppingintohappiness Merch Store!!!https://dropping-into-happiness.creator-spring.com/

The How to ABA Podcast
How to Use Reinforcement Properly

The How to ABA Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 27, 2022 23:42


There are several types of reinforcement you can use, and it's important to know how to use each technique properly. Reinforcement is one of our most common tools, but we often hear from other teachers and practitioners that it isn't working. At that point, it helps to ask more questions to try to uncover the problem. If reinforcement isn't set up properly or doesn't set the client up for success, then of course it won't work! Fortunately, there are a number of things you can do to ensure success with reinforcement, and we dive into them here.The definition of reinforcement is using some type of item or preferred activity to increase the future likelihood of desired behavior. Many people get this concept confused, thinking negative reinforcement is when something bad happens and positive is the opposite when in reality, the goal of both is to increase the desired behavior going forward. Another thing to keep in mind is that with reinforcement, we're focusing on reinforcing a behavior, not an individual. Each child will have different motivators, so use their interests to come up with reinforcement that works. Reinforcement shouldn't happen only during challenging times; it should be an ongoing process. To get a copy of our free reinforcement checklist, click on the link below.What's Inside:The difference between positive and negative reinforcementWhy it's important to use your clients' interests when using reinforcementThe difference between a reinforcement and a bribeTechniques to make reinforcement work for youMentioned In This Episode:HowToABA.com/joinHow to ABA on YouTubeFind us on FacebookFollow us on InstagramFree Reinforcement Checklist

School Behaviour Secrets with Simon Currigan and Emma Shackleton
Why Negative Reinforcement Isn't What You Think It Is…

School Behaviour Secrets with Simon Currigan and Emma Shackleton

Play Episode Play 34 sec Highlight Listen Later Sep 18, 2022 19:51 Transcription Available


Been taught that negative reinforcement is a more socially acceptable term for a punishment? Then you've been told a lie.Negative reinforcement is a specific behaviour strategy that is different from punishment in a number of ways. In today's episode, we share what negative enforcement actually is - and why that matters in your classroom.Important links:Join our Inner Circle membership programme: https://beaconschoolsupport.co.uk/inner_circle.phpGet our FREE classroom management scoresheet: https://beaconschoolsupport.co.uk/classroom-management-scoresheet.phpJoin our FREE Classroom Management and Student Behaviour FB Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/school.behaviour

Shaped by Dog with Susan Garrett
Balanced Dog Training: Does It Really Exist? #146

Shaped by Dog with Susan Garrett

Play Episode Listen Later May 4, 2022 23:41 Very Popular


Visit us at shapedbydog.com    Does balanced dog training really exist? Being a balanced trainer is part of my background in dog training. In many discussions about dog training methods, you will frequently hear about the four quadrants, so I'm going over what those quadrants are and how our experiences can tip the balance. We're covering the science of operant conditioning and how dogs actively learn.   In the episode you'll hear:   • How I started to learn about dog training from a book called “How to Raise and Train a Chow Chow”. • About the four quadrants and the meaning of +R, +P, -P and -R. • An explanation of the terms Positive Reinforcement, Positive Punishment, Negative Punishment and Negative Reinforcement. • The importance of understanding that punishment suppresses behavior. • How the key with positive reinforcement is that only the dog knows what is reinforcing. • Examples of using the four quadrants in dog training, and how we really want to optimize positive reinforcement. • The reason why no dog trainer is truly balanced. • The decision I made in 1993 only to use positive reinforcement and what I learned. • How our core values, education, curiosity, mentorship, and peer group impact our dog training. • About what pressure and frustration can do to our dog training decisions. • The most valuable lesson I learned from Feature when she was a puppy, and when I realized I'd come the full circle in my dog training.   Resources:   1. Podcast Episode 94: How the Best Professional Dog Trainers Use Reinforcement - https://dogsthat.com/podcast/94/ 2. Podcast Episode 88: Barrier Frustration: Help for Fence Fighting, Leash Reactivity and Window Guarding - https://dogsthat.com/podcast/88/ 3. Podcast Episode 34: Time Outs for Dogs: Does Your Dog Need One? - https://dogsthat.com/podcast/34/ 4. YouTube Video: Susan Garrett Riffs on Transfer of Value in Dog Training (and water loving Labradors) - https://youtu.be/clFlutZ0mls 5. Podcast Episode 40: Using A Head Halter On A Dog, Why My Approach Is So Different - https://dogsthat.com/podcast/40/ 6. Podcast Episode 16: The Thing Before Your Dog's Thing - https://dogsthat.com/podcast/16/ 7. YouTube Playlist: Crate Games and Crate Training for Puppies and Dogs with Susan Garrett - https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLphRRSxcMHy2cs1uKBQTpAY-LUARQhzT7 8. Book: Shaping Success by Susan Garrett - https://dogsthat.com/product/shaping-success-2/ 9. TikTok presentation with Sara Richter, CDBC on the 4 Quadrants - https://www.tiktok.com/@sara.richter.cdbc/video/7092504742357781806 10. Podcast Episode 11: The Power of Permission in Dog Training - https://dogsthat.com/podcast/11/ 11. Podcast Episode 102: Transitioning Your Dog Training: From All That Is Wrong To That Which Is Right - https://dogsthat.com/podcast/102/ 12. Watch this Episode of Shaped by Dog on YouTube - https://youtu.be/WtGjhPRQWoo

School For The Dogs Podcast
Bad vegans, coercion & canine immortality: What sociopaths can teach us about dog training

School For The Dogs Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 15, 2022 19:12 Very Popular


The Netflix docuseries ‘Bad Vegan,' is about the owner of a raw food restaurant (which happened to be located on Annie's street) who was conned out of millions of dollars by a narcissistic sociopath who claimed he could make her dog immortal. The story leads Annie to think aloud about how genius manipulators use coercion, punishment and classical conditioning in order to get the behaviors they want from their victims. While many of their techniques do not constitute “good” dog training, we can draw parallels between how they create positive associations in others to make themselves appear trustworthy. Can we do the same to build our dogs' confidence? Also: Should we trust our pets to be good judges of character in potential partners? Annie offers her answer. --- Bad Vegan on Netflix https://www.netflix.com/title/81470938 Inventing Anna on Netflix https://www.netflix.com/title/81008305 Related Podcast Episodes: Episode 84 | Sociopaths as dog trainers, Negative Reinforcement at NXIVM & how to train humans to wear masks https://anchor.fm/dogs/episodes/Sociopaths-as-dog-trainers--Negative-Reinforcement-at-NXIVM--how-to-train-humans-to-wear-masks-ektcb7/a-a3gpaiv Episode 104 | Dog training with Mary Poppins, Professor Harold Hill and Little Orphan Annie https://anchor.fm/dogs/episodes/Dog-training-with-Mary-Poppins--Professor-Harold-Hill-and-Little-Orphan-Annie-enm162 Episode 123 | A conversation with Terra Newell (former groomer, owner of a mini Aussie) about killing her stepfather… and dogs https://anchor.fm/dogs/episodes/A-conversation-with-Terra-Newell-former-groomer--owner-of-a-mini-Aussie-about-killing-her-stepfather----and-dogs-er34gv/a-a4oiink --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/dogs/message

Equestrian Perspective
61. Balancing Positive & Negative Reinforcement, Setting Quiet Horses Up For Success, and Trusting Yourself With CEP Graduate, Cassie

Equestrian Perspective

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 7, 2022 49:33


In this episode, I chat with Confident Equestrian Program (CEP) graduate Cassie. She has a background in psychology and is a dog trainer who predominately uses positive reinforcement, but before she joined CEP, she struggled to find a method of reinforcement that felt right to her to use with her horse.  Together we discuss: - How she was able to find and accept a method of reinforcement that works well for her quiet but very foody Clydie x, Oakie - Her concerns about using negative reinforcement and desensitising and what her views are on that now - The struggles she was facing as someone who wants to use both positive and light negative reinforcement with her horse and the perceived judgement that can come from that - How she has been able to set Oakie up for success and prioritise their relationship whilst progressing with their training goals - Her journey towards trusting herself and realising that she is the expert of her horse - Her thoughts about CEP and so much more. To find out more about The Confident Equestrian Program please click here -  https://www.confidentequestrianprogram.com/CEP To find out more about my membership, Connected please click here -  https://www.confidentequestrianprogram.com/connected To connect with Cassie just click here - https://www.instagram.com/oakie_the_wonderpony/ To connect with me click here  - https://www.facebook.com/felicitydavieshorsemanship https://www.instagram.com/felicitydavies_/

Challenge Extended
NYAO, Ep: 056 – Positive and Negative Reinforcement

Challenge Extended

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 4, 2021 54:55


“Never starve your people of food or compliments” – Colonel Brewster (Tour of Duty TV series)   “Praise from the praiseworthy is high praise indeed.” – Heath Bartlett   We have all seen or received both highly effective and highly ineffective feedback. What is it about the very impactful feedback that makes a difference?   […]

Millionaire Mindcast
The Framework on How To Strengthen & Thrive Relationships | Brandy & Lance Salazar

Millionaire Mindcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 22, 2019 59:02


In this episode of the Millionaire MIndcast, we the amazing individuals Brandy and Lance Salazar, who shares the framework on how to create legendary relationships with your spouse, and kids, show options and potentials within relationships in the family, ways to strengthen relationships, and the frameworks on being intentional in staying in relationships to everything! Brandy Salazar has been a highly respected member of the Sacramento real estate industry for over 20 years. After more than 1,000 successful residential flips, being ranked in the Sacramento Business Journal for Commercial Development and having been featured in Sacramento Magazine for Flipping Homes, she maintains a reputation as an investment expert with high integrity.  She is the founder and CEO of FAM Homes, a boutique flipping company that focuses on restoring value to luxury homes through property renovation, and FAM Real Estate, a full-service real estate team serving buyers and sellers throughout northern California. Lance was a Senior Pharmacist at Pharmacy Networks for 13 years. Lance and Brandy Salazar are the Founder of the Legendary Couples with Kids, the mission is to help couples reconnect with each other and stay deeply in love while raising their daughters and while having juggling careers. They co-authored the book, “The Miracle Morning for Couples: Create Legendary Connections One Morning at a Time”.      The couple almost got into divorce because they live the life of misaligned priorities. One day they realized that maybe they can still save their relationships to be a good example to their two daughters. So decided to reconnect and thrive their marriage. They were in awkward and uncomfortable conversations at the beginning but they manage to make it the best time and develop the consistency of their relationships.  For them, part of developing a high emotionally intelligent relationship is understanding who you're dealing with. Get to know your partner really well. Make sure you are both aligned with your core values and the same vision. Brandy and Lance make sure that despite how busy they're on their career, their family is the priority. They must be in their highest level of integrity in every aspect of their lives, grow and become the best version of themselves, and get clear on the boundaries and values in life. So they've created visions together, make a plan on how to achieve it, committed to all areas, and communicate with each other to make sure they are on the same page along the way. Lance emphasizes on stop trying to please others but please yourselves. Don't allow other people to dictate your life. Hold accountable on yourselves so that you can do it to anybody else. Self-love is finding something that you can commit to yourself and do it.  Relationships spice life! Some Questions I Ask: What lead you to the path of being a legendary couple and individuals? (02:54) How have you been able to build big businesses, big lives and still make your relationships a priority? (06:10) How important is it to have a partner or spouse that's supporting you in all your personal and professional goals? (07:54) How did you guys stand on the same page? (08:49) How's the “Miracle Morning“ helps building thriving, successful, strong, relationships? (11:29) How do you guys not take relationships for granted? (22:35) Talk about the importance of surrounding yourselves with other people and how it helps thriving or destructing relationships? (28:14) How do you advise people who have toxic relationships in their lives, where do they start? (36:29) How's your relationship evolution with your family and other people around you? (38:53) How do you resolve conflicts? (44:53) How critical of having thriving relationships to live in the richest, happy, and fulfilling life? (54:36) In This Episode, You Will Learn: The catalyst to the amazing life they have right now. (03:44) Why their businesses now are more effective. (07:11) The mission of the book “Miracle Morning for Couples“ (08:56) Brandy and Lance nighttime routine. (10:44) T-E-A-M as the four relationship elements (13:40) Partnership loops. (19:09) Positive Reinforcement vs. Negative Reinforcement (23:46) Force socialization. (28:37) How to attract good people. (34:16) How to reprogram some really deep patterns. (42:10) Quotes: “The tip of the iceberg.” “It's not just reconnecting and developing the relationships that we have with each other, it's all the things.” “Your challenges and your struggles, they have the potential to become your superpowers.” “Your message is our message.” “Mental and physical health is the foundation in all.” “Do what's important first and the other things become easier.” “Make sure that your word is your word.” “It wasn't always easy.” “Pushing through the uncomfortable and just check the checkbox.” “Meditation is a SAVERS.” “We are all moving so fast.” “Like attracts like.” “Good people seek good people.” “If you go and start looking, you're going to find what you are looking for.” “Raise your vibration and watch the attraction change.” “Stay away from energy vampires.” “I am loving but my standards are not.” “Self-confidence is the habit of keeping promises to yourself.” “If you commit to something, follow through.” “Your word is your bun.” “Stick to your boundaries.” “Find something that's unique to you.” “Relationships are the greatest asset.” Connect with Brandy and Lance Salazar on: Website Facebook Instagram Brandy LinkedIn Lance LinkedIn