Podcasts about Panic

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-- On the Show: -- Laura Field, a writer and political theorist who is an expert on American far-right populist intellectualism, joins us to discuss her new book, "Furious Minds: The Making of the MAGA New Right" -- Representatives Thomas Massie, Ro Khanna, and Marjorie Taylor Greene hold a press conference with Jeffrey Epstein's victims to push for the "Epstein Files Transparency Act" requiring the full release of the files -- Reports from Bloomberg and a hidden camera recording suggest the FBI and Department of Justice are redacting or scrubbing Donald Trump's name from the Epstein files -- Donald Trump admits to shouting at people, claiming they were "stupid" for trying to renegotiate a trade deal, and refuses to rule out sending troops into Venezuela -- Donald Trump delivers a disaster speech, claiming he does not need a rewritten speech because he is "not Biden" and makes several other questionable comments -- Following Donald Trump's online attacks labeling her a "traitor," Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene receives death threats from members of the MAGA movement -- Donald Trump calls a female reporter from Bloomberg a demeaning "piggy" on Air Force One in an attempt to silence her when she asks legitimate questions about the Epstein files -- Kevin Hassett attempts to defend Donald Trump's contradictory tariff policies by arguing tariffs caused no problem but that cutting them helps lower prices -- On the Bonus Show: MTG gets called out for her double standard on Trump's bullying, Trump and his FCC target late-night host Seth Meyers, Ted Cruz is weighing a presidential bid, and much more...

Patrick Claybon, Adam Rank, and Cynthia Frelund discuss the week’s top performers, including Bijan Robinson, Sean Tucker, and Tetairoa McMillan. Then they share some of the latest news, such as Ja'marr Chase’s suspension for spitting on Jalen Ramsey. After the break, they play “Panic or Patience” on some underperforming players and and review which players are trending up or down in the fantasy stock report. The NFL Fantasy Football Podcast is a part of the NFL Podcasts Network.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Eleven weeks into the fantasy season and we have plenty of panic on the streets. Matt Harmon and Justin Boone fire up the ‘People's Panic Meter' to answer your email and social submissions. Boone also provides players you need to target on the waiver wire including a few deep sleepers you may not have to fight for with your league mates. Harmon also recaps the Cowboys beat down of the Raiders on Monday Night Football and all the biggest fantasy takeaways from the game: (1:00) - Matt's MNF solo recap: Cowboys 33, Raiders 16 (18:50) - Justin Boone joins the show for People's Panic Meter (19:55) -  Fantasy Fallout: Ja'Marr Chase suspended one game, Falcons lose Penix and Drake London to injury, Eagles lose Lane Johnson, Jets bench Justin Fields and Packers avoid major injury with Josh Jacobs (41:15) - Panic Meter intro(42:15) - Coping Corner check-in: Tetairoa McMillan breakout game enough to get him out? (48:00) - Panic Meter: Justin Jefferson, Ja'Marr Chase, Xavier Worthy, DK Metcalf, Ricky Pearsall (1:04:05) - Panic Meter: Packers offense, Eagles offense, Chargers offense, Lamar Jackson, Quinshon Judkins (1:23:30) - Justin Boone's Waiver Wire adds for Week 11 Subscribe to the Yahoo Fantasy Forecast on your favorite podcast app:

With consecutive losses, the Chiefs have hit a rough patch. Can they work free or are they stuck? Chiefs Insider Pete Sweeney breaks down where things stand with a Chiefs team, coming off the loss in Denver and having to face another division leader this weekend in the Indianapolis Colts.Also, a shakeup at the Current since falling in their NWSL playoff opener included Vlatko Andonovski the coach who guided the organization's most successful regular season. Where did he land? Soccer correspondent Daniel Sperry discusses Current's moves, plus how Sporting KC can benefit from the MLS's decision to switch its playing calendar to align with major European leagues.SportsBeat KC is the sports podcast of The Kansas City Star and KCUR, hosted by Blair Kerkhoff. It's produced by Randy Mason, Monty Davis, Irvin Zhang, Suzanne Hogan, and Gabriella Lacey, and edited by Jeff Rosen and Scott Chasen.   

In today's episode, Dr. Kirk Gair shares how a routine imaging procedure turned his family's life upside down, sending his wife into a severe health crisis that conventional medicine couldn't solve. Faced with life-threatening symptoms and a string of specialists who could offer no answers, he turned to his old friend and functional medicine expert, Dr. Datis Kharrazian. Together, they uncovered an autoimmune thyroid reaction triggered by iodine, and charted a new path—combining advanced functional medicine protocols with cutting-edge low-level laser therapy.You'll learn how this approach not only reversed his wife's decline, but also explores the science and global potential of lasers in supporting chronic conditions, brain health, and autoimmune disease. Enroll in the complete master class: Enhanced Healing & Performance with High Energy Non-Thermal Laser Therapy with Dr. Kirk Gair at: https://pages.kharrazianinstitute.com/erchonia For patient-oriented functional medicine courses, visit https://drknews.com/online-courses/For practitioner functional medicine certification courses, visit https://kharrazianinstitute.com/For Certified Functional Nutrition education for both practitioners and lay people, visit https://afnlm.com/00:00 "ER Visit Misdiagnosed as Panic"05:29 Healing Brain with Laser Therapy06:27 "Laser Therapy for Inflammation Control"12:31 Laser Therapy for Neurological Recovery13:12 "Laser and Functional Medicine Success"17:39 Childhood Crash Causes Lifelong Injuries20:33 "Brian's Transformation: A Waking Brain"23:49 Autoimmunity Rise and Environmental Impact28:08 "Solving the Puzzle Podcast"Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/solving-the-puzzle-with-dr-datis-kharrazian. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Lance Roberts & Jonathan Penn tackle two of the biggest gaps in financial education: How to actually use RSI, MACD, Money Flow, and MACD Histogram together, and why post-retirement planning (the “decumulation” phase) is so overlooked—yet absolutely critical. Lance and Jon break down the mysteries of indicator interplay, retirement income strategies, and how to evaluate who you can trust with your money. 0:00 - INTRO 0:19 - The Math Ain't Mathin' for 2026 Earnings Projections 4:57 - I Told You So 10:42 - Technical Analysis - Keep it Simple 14:04 - Adapt Your Technical Analysis to Your Time Frame 15:19 - Looking for a Trend - What is a Moving Average? 18:02 - What the MACD Tells Us - The Gap 22:18 - Measuring Relative Strength 24:16 - The Bitcoin Example 27:18 - Buyers and Sellers and Money Flows 30:41 - No One Size Fits All 32:09 - The Value of Diversified Portfolio Management 34:30 - The Fallacies of Diversification 37:40 - Retirement Doesn't Mean the Same for Everyone 44:37 - Organization of Withdrawal Strategies

The S&P 500 just broke below its 50-day moving average (50-DMA) for the first time in 199 days – the longest streak since the bull run began. Is this the start of a major correction or just another fake-out? In today's pre-market video short, we break down: Why yesterday's break of the 50-DMA actually matters What the MACD and RSI are telling us right now Why everything is moving together: stocks, small-caps, Nasdaq (QQQ), international, emerging markets, gold, and even Bitcoin The danger of high correlation across all asset classes in 2025 Historical seasonality: the last 2 weeks of November are usually strong Key takeaway: Don't panic-sell yet. Wait 2–3 days to see if the S&P closes back above the 50-DMA. Buyers often step in exactly at these widely watched levels. Hosted by RIA Chief Investment Strategist, Lance Roberts, CIO Produced by Brent Clanton, Executive Producer ------- Watch the Video version of this report on our YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZ4-aOC7VqQ&list=PLwNgo56zE4RAbkqxgdj-8GOvjZTp9_Zlz&index=1 ------- Get more info & commentary: https://realinvestmentadvice.com/insights/real-investment-daily/ ------- Visit our Site: https://www.realinvestmentadvice.com Contact Us: 1-855-RIA-PLAN -------- Subscribe to SimpleVisor: https://www.simplevisor.com/register-new -------- Connect with us on social: https://twitter.com/RealInvAdvice https://twitter.com/LanceRoberts https://www.facebook.com/RealInvestmentAdvice/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/realinvestmentadvice/ #SP500 #50DayMovingAverage #StockMarketCorrection #PreMarket #Investing2025

Lance Roberts & Jonathan Penn tackle two of the biggest gaps in financial education: How to actually use RSI, MACD, Money Flow, and MACD Histogram together, and why post-retirement planning (the "decumulation" phase) is so overlooked—yet absolutely critical. Lance and Jon break down the mysteries of indicator interplay, retirement income strategies, and how to evaluate who you can trust with your money. 0:00 - INTRO 0:19 - The Math Ain't Mathin' for 2026 Earnings Projections 4:57 - I Told You So 10:42 - Technical Analysis - Keep it Simple 14:04 - Adapt Your Technical Analysis to Your Time Frame 15:19 - Looking for a Trend - What is a Moving Average? 18:02 - What the MACD Tells Us - The Gap 22:18 - Measuring Relative Strength 24:16 - The Bitcoin Example 27:18 - Buyers and Sellers and Money Flows 30:41 - No One Size Fits All 32:09 - The Value of Diversified Portfolio Management 34:30 - The Fallacies of Diversification 37:40 - Retirement Doesn't Mean the Same for Everyone 44:37 - Organization of Withdrawal Strategies

Zohran Mamdani supporters held a Tax the Rich rally...in New York City this past weekend. New York Governor Kathy Hochul is under immense pressure...to give in to the unreasonable demands of Zohran Mamdani. Unfortunately for Zohran Mamdani...he could be losing 500,000 taxable residents as Staten Island is pushing to secede from New York City. We discuss residents of Staten Island demanding to secede from New York City. We explain how Zohran Mamdani was able to win...and how native New Yorkers refused to vote for Zohran Mamdani. We also explain the problems that Staten Island seceding would cause...and question how much longer Americans can continue seceding American cities to immigrants. SUBSCRIBE TO BEHIND THE LINE - SHORTS: https://www.youtube.com/@btlshorts-84

Have you talked to a parent recently? Are they...okay?From textbook bans to health food trends, there's a whole culture of fear and political propaganda that preys on new parents, convincing them that just buying this or just voting for that will keep their children safe. But how do you know if something is a moral panic or a legitimate concern?Brittany is joined by Karen Leick, author of Parents, Media and Panic through the Years, and Cynthia Wang, Clinical Professor of Management and Organizations at Northwestern University to sift through the differences.Follow Brittany Luse on Instagram: @bmluseFor handpicked podcast recommendations every week, subscribe to NPR's Pod Club newsletter at npr.org/podclub.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Today's Headlines: The House is gearing up for a major vote on Wednesday to force the DOJ to release the Epstein files—and suddenly a lot more Republicans are ready to say “yes” now that it's happening in public. Rep. Thomas Massie says they could have 100+ GOP votes and maybe even build a veto-proof majority. Meanwhile, Trump is trying to steer the conversation elsewhere, calling on AG Pam Bondi to investigate Epstein's ties to Clinton, Larry Summers, Reid Hoffman, and JP Morgan—even though Donald Trump himself is the single most mentioned person across those emails.  Trump also found time to wage war on Marjorie Taylor Greene, calling her “Marjorie Traitor Greene”. MTG went on CNN to say she's “humbly sorry” for toxic politics and wants the Epstein files released, which… we'll believe when we see it. In other Epstein-adjacent news, several employees at Ghislaine Maxwell's prison were reportedly fired after a whistleblower exposed how much special treatment she's been getting. The DOJ is also in settlement talks with Michael Flynn, who's somehow demanding $50 million in damages for being prosecuted for lying to the FBI back in 2017. As for another distraction tactic, Trump implemented a major rollback of tariffs on beef, coffee, fruits, nuts, spices. He's also rattling sabers with Venezuela as the USS Gerald Ford arrived in the Caribbean. Meanwhile ICE is expanding its aggressive raid tactics to Charlotte and New Orleans. And finally, Indiana lawmakers delivered Trump another L by refusing to redraw their state maps, despite his team begging them to come to the Oval Office so he can “convince” them. Resources/Articles mentioned in this episode: AP News: Many House Republicans will back a bill to release Epstein files, leaders of the effort say CNN: Trump says he's asking Justice Department to investigate Epstein's ties to slew of high-profile figures CNN: Trump administration news as Epstein files vote approaches CNN: Prison employees have been terminated after Ghislaine Maxwell's email messages were shared, her lawyer says The New Republic: Justice Department Prepares to Pay Trump Ally Michael Flynn Millions WSJ: Trump Implements Major Rollback of Food Tariffs NBC News: U.S. aircraft carrier arrives in the Caribbean Sea in major buildup near Venezuela Axios: The cities Trump is targeting with ICE crackdowns next Politico: Indiana redistricting push likely dead despite White House pressure Morning Announcements is produced by Sami Sage and edited by Grace Hernandez-Johnson Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Anxiety is rising among President Trump's staunchest allies that he's politically lost his way. The New York Times reports that his advisers fear he's alienating key voters in his own coalition. And CNN reports that some Republicans are openly warning the White  House that the GOP is in trouble in the midterm elections. Meanwhile, Trump just erupted in a furious new tirade about the Jeffrey Epstein fiasco. In it, he ordered Attorney General Pam Bondi to investigate Epstein's ties to Democrats. Bondi immediately did his bidding. That Trump has now formally turned the Justice Department loose in this way shows his anger over Epstein has hit new highs. Some Republicans say all these things are related: Trump is so consumed with Epstein that he's letting everything else go to hell. So we talked to analyst Michael Cohen, who has a good new piece on Trump's doldrums on his Truth and Consequences Substack. He explains why Epstein is undoing Trump, how the MAGA coalition is fracturing, how deeper structural factors are working against him, and how it will all impact the midterms. Listen to this episode here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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In this episode of Killers, Cults & Queens, Nikki and Cheryl interview Stephen Volk, creator of the groundbreaking horror special Ghostwatch. Together they unpack how the show became one of the most influential and controversial moments in British television history.Stephen discusses the evolution of Ghostwatch, how a female-led production shaped its unique tone, and why so many viewers believed the broadcast was real. The conversation also covers the enduring legacy of the show, the shift in media culture with the rise of social media and fake news, and how personal paranormal experiences influence our understanding of the supernatural.We also chat about Stephen's wider career — including his work on Afterlife — and his upcoming book The Confirmed Bachelors.A must-listen for fans of horror TV, paranormal investigations, ghost stories, and behind-the-scenes storytelling.

Send us a textMegan and Michelle learn about mass hysteria, brain rot, moral outrage, meowing nuns, hoodlumism, dancing plagues, itchy scalps, and Gags the Clown.Sources:- Mass Hysteria Isn't Just a 'Panic' — What It Means and Why It Happens- 7 of History's Strangest Mass Hysteria Events- What Is Mass Hysteria (Mass Psychosis)?- Mass psychogenic illness (Wikipedia)****************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!!Support the show

Send Jay comments via textWhen the house gets quiet, your nervous system often gets loud. For many, the departure of children triggers deep questions about marriage, identity, and personal desire—questions long shelved but now impossible to ignore. In this heartfelt episode, author and somatic relationship coach Laurie James shares her journey through caregiving, betrayal, and loneliness, and how she found her way back to breath, presence, and choice.We explore how your body and nervous system work—covering the parasympathetic, sympathetic, and dorsal vagal states—and why understanding these is critical for making clear, courageous decisions. Whether facing betrayal, burnout, the empty nest or all three—this episode offers a compassionate, trauma-informed guide with simple, immediate practices to regulate your nervous system, build vulnerability, and choose your next chapter with intention.Highlights & Key Takeaways:The collision of caregiving stress and marital betrayal often amplifies overwhelm.Choosing to leave isn't giving up—it's reclaiming your right to breathe again.Panic, overload, and emotional buildup are stored in the body; releasing them requires somatic safety practices.Building vulnerability and repairing relationships are skills you can relearn, deepening your courage.Laurie James BioA mother, divorcée, recovering caregiver, author, and somatic relationship coach Laurie's journey has been marked by personal growth, healing, and self-discovery, as she transformed her life through therapy, yoga, and somatic practices. Her memoir, Sandwiched: A Memoir of Holding On and Letting Go, chronicles her path to embracing change and finding happiness beyond societal expectations. Now, she dedicates herself to guiding others in creating authentic, purpose-driven lives by integrating mind-body techniques and coaching. When not working with clients or writing, she loves skiing, sailing, hiking, and walking her husky, Lu, in Los Angeles.Find Laurie Online: Instagram, Website, Nervous System Regulation Starter KitSupport the showBECOME A VIP SUBSCRIBER (Join Today!) Bonus Content for Subscribers Only Episode Shoutouts Thank You Emails Private Meet & Greets via Zoom + More ENJOY THE SHOW?Don't miss an episode, subscribe via Apple Podcasts or follow on Spotify and many more. Review us on Love the Podcast, Apple Podcasts, or Spotify -- reviews and ratings help others find us and we'd appreciate your support greatly. LOVE THE SHOW?Get THIS EMPTY NEST LIFE swagCONNECT WITH JAYEmail, LinkedIn, Instagram, TikTok

Anxiety is rising among President Trump's staunchest allies that he's politically lost his way. The New York Times reports that his advisers fear he's alienating key voters in his own coalition. And CNN reports that some Republicans are openly warning the White  House that the GOP is in trouble in the midterm elections. Meanwhile, Trump just erupted in a furious new tirade about the Jeffrey Epstein fiasco. In it, he ordered Attorney General Pam Bondi to investigate Epstein's ties to Democrats. Bondi immediately did his bidding. That Trump has now formally turned the Justice Department loose in this way shows his anger over Epstein has hit new highs. Some Republicans say all these things are related: Trump is so consumed with Epstein that he's letting everything else go to hell. So we talked to analyst Michael Cohen, who has a good new piece on Trump's doldrums on his Truth and Consequences Substack. He explains why Epstein is undoing Trump, how the MAGA coalition is fracturing, how deeper structural factors are working against him, and how it will all impact the midterms. Listen to this episode here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Anxiety is rising among President Trump's staunchest allies that he's politically lost his way. The New York Times reports that his advisers fear he's alienating key voters in his own coalition. And CNN reports that some Republicans are openly warning the White  House that the GOP is in trouble in the midterm elections. Meanwhile, Trump just erupted in a furious new tirade about the Jeffrey Epstein fiasco. In it, he ordered Attorney General Pam Bondi to investigate Epstein's ties to Democrats. Bondi immediately did his bidding. That Trump has now formally turned the Justice Department loose in this way shows his anger over Epstein has hit new highs. Some Republicans say all these things are related: Trump is so consumed with Epstein that he's letting everything else go to hell. So we talked to analyst Michael Cohen, who has a good new piece on Trump's doldrums on his Truth and Consequences Substack. He explains why Epstein is undoing Trump, how the MAGA coalition is fracturing, how deeper structural factors are working against him, and how it will all impact the midterms. Listen to this episode here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Do the Falcons need a complete reboot after the Penix injury...Time to Panic over Sam Darnold? Can the Chargers hang on and make the playoffs? and Sprague not buying the Broncos as legit Super Bowl contenders.

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Series: Select Psalms Text: 34:1-7 by John Daniel Wheeler | Lord's Day Afternoon | 11.16.25

Panic, Pioneers, and the Moral Choice at the Border Picnic. Matthew Longo recounts that by August 19, 1989, hundreds of thousands of East German refugees were camped near Sopron, terrified of Stasi informers. Nemeth's government used the chaotic Picnic as a test for Soviet intervention. When a mass bolted across the border, mistaking champagne pops for gunfire, Hungarian guards made the tremendous moral choice not to shoot, allowing a bloodless breakthrough to freedom. Guest: Matthew Longo.

Safety Amid Chaos (1)  (audio) David Eells – 11/16/25  Note: I realize we are in a good time of restoration of the government, and moneys the D.S. stole from the people, and the destruction of human trafficking, and sacrificing the children. Thank our God for these things! What I am going to speak of is a darker time to come that will bring revival… David   Man-child and Chaos Birthed Julie Trommeter - 02/26/2011 (David's notes in red) In my dream, I was pregnant. I have never been pregnant in real life, but in the dream, I could just feel the life inside of me. (The life of Christ growing in the woman of Revelation 12 by the Word and Spirit) There was a group of people around me, and I could sense that they were not happy about me being pregnant and didn't want the baby to arrive. (These may be a church family or other Christians who resent your relationship with God because they have little discernment.) I left the area where these people were and I seemed to be wandering around a city. (She came out from among them and searched for the beloved as in Song of Soloman.) Massive chaos broke out. (As we are entering a time of great confusion.) There were people running and screaming and I could hear sirens going off all around. (There are multiple “sirens” of warnings going off all around us: in the nations, the economy, the heavens, the earth.) Just as the chaos broke out, I went into labor. (At or near the time of tribulation, it will likely begin with a breakdown of law and order around us. It is at that time that the man-child of a mature ministry of Jesus Christ will begin to come forth, as from “a woman in travail”.) I tried to get the attention of a fire truck that was about half a block down the road, but with all that was going on, no one seemed to notice me. (There was no relief among men from the firey judgments but God was providing an answer if men would receive Him.) A baby boy was born, feet first. (Ready to walk the walk.) He was tiny at first, but each time I looked down at him, he had grown. In a matter of seconds, he would grow in what a baby should normally grow in weeks and months. (The mature manifestation of Jesus Christ in the Man-child corporate body of reformers. (Rev 12:1)  And a great sign was seen in heaven: a woman arrayed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars; 2  and she was with child; and she crieth out, travailing in birth, and in pain to be delivered. 3  And there was seen another sign in heaven: and behold, a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his heads seven diadems. 4  And his tail draweth the third part of the stars of heaven, and did cast them to the earth: and the dragon standeth before the woman that is about to be delivered, that when she is delivered he may devour her child. 5  And she was delivered of a son, a man child, who is to rule all the nations with a rod of iron: and her child was caught up unto God, and unto his throne. 6  And the woman fled into the wilderness, where she hath a place prepared of God, that there they may nourish her a thousand two hundred and threescore days.) End of dream. I was meditating on what was signified in the dream by the baby being born feet first, and I think this is what the Lord is showing me: In Daniel, the feet of the statue represented the last beast kingdom of this age. I think the feet being born first symbolize that this is a generation of mature saints to oppose this beast.These are those described in Psalm 110. Psa.110:3 Thy people offer themselves willingly In the day of thy power, in holy array: Out of the womb of the morning (morning of the third day) Thou hast the dew of thy youth. In my bible, there is a note that says “power” could be translated as an army, and that “in holy array” could be translated as the beauty of holiness. WOW, how awesome! The generation of saints who are the feet of His body, who crush Satan, are about to be born! Psa.110:1 A Psalm of David. Jehovah saith unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thine enemies thy footstool. 1Co.15:25 For he must reign, till he hath put all his enemies under his feet. Heb.10:12 but he, when he had offered one sacrifice for sins for ever, sat down on the right hand of God; Heb.10:13 henceforth expecting till his enemies be made the footstool of his feet. Rom.16:20 And the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. In Revelation, Jesus' feet are described like this: Rev.1:15 and his feet like unto burnished brass, as if it had been refined in a furnace; and his voice as the voice of many waters. They've been refined by the fiery trials of tribulation. Second dream I was on what looked like I-70, which runs east and west through the mountains in Colorado. (Its beautiful like the temporary reprieve we will see with GESARA. This speaks of those walking in the “straight and narrow” highway-road of the scriptures that is along the “river of life” who will be able to direct others to the true path.) The highway runs along the Colorado River, and there are steep mountain walls on either side. The shoulder of the highway was wider than in real life. There were lots of people walking on the shoulder. (Many people walk on the edge in the “wide” part of the shoulder, not on the highway of holiness. This is not where the road of Truth and obedience is, which bears fruit.) I was trying to warn them about the judgment coming, but I was just mocked. (In other words, they didn't understand that there is safety on the highway of holiness. They are blind and deaf to the signs around us that judgment is already beginning.) Suddenly, the river started to rise, and rain began to pour down. (“Suddenly” the judments of the word of God increase from God above and are evident in the rapid increase of earthly events, such as sudden judgments.) The mountains rumbled and debris was flying. Panic and chaos broke out as there was nowhere to hide. (Governments at every level are shaking. Deficits, downsizing, cutbacks on government services, demonstrations, resistance to authority, and strife are coming and have already begun. As people realize their life savings, real estate, jobs, security, retirement, etc., are crumbling away, panic, disorder, and chaos result, just as we are seeing in the news everywhere. Many counting on GESARA will ultimately meet the book of revelation that they did not believe in.) Cars began to get carried away by the rising flood. (People, families getting carried away in fear.) I heard someone yell, “She was right!” A large boulder fell in front of me. (It is the Rock of the unchanging Word  coming down from above.) I began climbing up the boulder as the rain drenched me. (Climbing up the boulder is symbolic of taking refuge in Jesus Christ by believing His Word and doing what He says.) Once on top of the boulder, I knew the flood waters could not reach me, and I yelled, “For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and death!” (The flood waters are sin and judgment, but Christ has made you free and has delivered and saved you. PRAISE the LORD.)   Saved from Flood, Electrical Loss & Chaos G. C. - 01/17/2011 (David's notes in red) There was a great flood coming, sweeping the land. It did not come from the sky but came roaring through the terrain like a ferocious river from a source beyond my vision. It seemed there were two waves -- the second was greater than the first. When the second came, it destroyed everything, and water covered the land. (This could have both physical and spiritual meanings: A flood of destruction has and will come. The destructive leftist, anarchist, satanist, communist, Islamicist, and government beast attacks on our country. Vax, weather warfare, economic warfare, chemtrail poisoning of food, water and people. We are enduring a covert civil war against humanity. And coming overt civil war with man-made earthquakes, floods to steal more lands for the minerals, etc.) As I saw the wall of water rushing toward me, I turned around and saw two Eiffel Towers in the distance. I ran to the one on the right; it seemed bigger and stronger. I climbed up it and was saved from the water below. (There were two towers in one chapter -- Judges 9. One was weaker, symbolizing the modern tower of Babel, and fell to the beast, symbolized by antichrist Abimelech and his factious followers in verses 46-49. These are the goats on the left. The sheep tower on the right was “stronger”. It was named Thebez, which means “whiteness”, symbolizing Zion and holiness. It withstood the beast, and he died attempting to assault it in verses 50-55. I suppose the wider view that could be applicable in this dream is that the tower of religious cultic Babel, was not a safe place, while the tower of the flock, Zion, was, as in Micah 4.) After this scene, somehow I found myself back at my house, which is set high on a hill, safe from the water. (The house of God on the hill of Zion is the spiritual refuge worldwide. Psalms chapters 15, 24, and 125 all reveal the righteousness, faith and safety of those who make up spiritual, New Testament Zion. Isaiah 60 speaks of the restoration and blessing of Zion and its people. No violence or unrighteousness in her in verses 18 and 21. In Zephaniah 3:11-14, God will separate all the wicked from spiritual Zion only. In 2 Kings 19:30-37, Zion was the only safe place from the beast outside, not necessarily meaning a war, but certainly chaos and lawlessness.) Many people started coming into my house; they were stranded travelers, and although I had no electricity or heat, I had a lot of food and a warm fire to offer them. (Stranded travelers could well happen when electricity is down, and gasoline pumps don't work. Or they have shut down the gas and diesel pipelines coming from the southern refineries by earthquakes or sabotage, which has happened before. In the physical, not having electricity and electric heat could well happen again. A quake could destroy dams where there are hydroelectric and nuclear power plants over faults where the rivers are needed for coolant or to drive generators. Many rivers are created by faults. Interestingly, many have been getting prepared for wood heat, chickens for eggs and poultry, gardens for fruit and vegetables, and miracles to multiply them. These criminals love to destroy this independence to make slaves of the people. Loss of electricity would cause chaos in society, with homes, government, law enforcement, hospitals, businesses, etc., all now out of action. Everyone would be out of work -- a recipe for lawlessness and a time for needed safety.) I walked out of the house, down to the bottom of the hill, and there I ran into a small band of militia; they were on patrol and would not allow me to pass. They seemed self-appointed. (Chaos and anarchy could very well be caused by the powers that be, causing militia's to spring into action. In this case evil militias could be out to plunder and FEMA has done the same thing.) I did not trust them and knew they were on the lookout for valuables they could snatch. I walked back up the hill to my house, and I knew that we were kind of stuck here in the house, but we had plenty, so it wasn't too much of a concern. (This sequence of events could lead to the Civil War we have seen in dreams and revelations. The strong tower and hill represents Zion and its refuge. One brother saw that outside of this area, the military was rounding people up to destroy them for the satanist overlords. The bottom of the hill represents being outside the refuge of Zion. “Stuck in the house” means it is a refuge from the chaos and the wicked and possible war.)   01/19/2011 I was inside a building that had both a bank and a restaurant. The bank was on the left and the restaurant was on the right; they were divided by a wall. (The bank represents provision, and finances. “My God shall supply your every need according to His riches in glory.” The restaurant represents the spiritual food of the Word, which also supplies your every need. UBM has been seen as a spiritual restaurant as in the Restaurant at the Top of the Hill revelation.) I was sitting in the back of the restaurant. I saw a girl in her mid-20s walk up to the counter and order some food. She was wearing a white outfit and a white tie. I asked her what she was doing wearing that, and she said it was her work outfit; she was a waitress at another restaurant. She had colored strands in her hair and her hair was long. I asked her again about her tie, and she said it was for work. (I feel this girl is the bride. She was dressed in white, and she was a waitress who serves others. Her hair had multi-colored strands like a rainbow, like Joseph's coat of many colors.) (The different colors in her hair represent the color bands or different attributes of light, which is Jesus. Her hair is long because she is in submission as in 1 Corinthians 11) to the bands of light. She is the bride coming to our spiritual restaurant to feed and going forth to serve in other spiritual restaurants. But what about the restaurants that don't feed truth or have the light?) After this, we went to my truck and watched the place; then all of a sudden, the bank's power (God's provision) went out and that caused the restaurant's power to go out as well. The bank's sign was totally black and every light inside the building went out. The restaurant's power went out but there were a few lights on inside, maybe from emergency lights. But it was really dark inside, too. We waited and watched, but the power never came back on. (God's anointing and power will depart from the apostate teachings. The spiritual restaurant will have emergency power.) The main power source came from the bank; it powered both units. Once the bank went black, the restaurant soon followed. The restaurant seemed to be still operating but only at half-power. ( G. C.'s local UBM fellowship, as a spiritual restaurant serving spiritual food, will have emergency lights. I am glad we will have our own power source when the worldly grid of man at its source goes down. :o)   Gold and Silver Woes? Gold Burning Gideon Smith - 11/13/2010 (David's notes in red) In this dream, my wife and I were walking outside on a bright and sunny day. Then I looked in the air and saw a very large, grey U.S. military transport aircraft. I then noticed that its flying maneuvers were very strange. It appeared to be zipping around, doing front and back flips and other odd movements that should be impossible for a plane that size to perform. (Planes are like ministries; their purpose is to help us overcome the world and reach heavenly places in Christ.) Then my eyes seemed to be able to zoom in on the plane, and I noticed it was not the kind of plane I thought it was from far away. It actually did not look like any plane I've ever seen before. (On close inspection, it is not a normal economy; nothing we have ever seen before.) Then, as my eyes zoomed out, it appeared to be the same large U.S. military transport plane. (Very large ministries on close inspection show severe scriptural flaws.) Then, as it was going in its circular motion, (They go in circles instead of up.) it began to move faster and faster, and then it began to descend very fast toward the ground and it crashed, and when it hit the ground, there was a gigantic explosion. I mean, it was huge and a very large plume of fire rose to the sky and there was great fear. When I saw the explosion, I thought to myself, Wow, this happened sooner than I expected. (Think back at how many huge ministries have crashed like the Sanhedrin.) Then I began to run from this large flame that began to erupt from the explosion. As I ran, I saw a vision of an image of this woman's head, which looked like it was made of gold and her face and head were burning with flames. (The harlot was burned with the fire of the end time beast like the one of Jesus' day.) Then, as I saw the vision, I understood it to be the Statue of Liberty. (God gave liberty and value to the U.S. when we were considered a Christian country. But every religious lie is taking away that liberty and the beast here is taking her down.) Also, America's economy will ultimately fall very destructively even though NESARA will give it a shot in the arm. Even gold will be useless. In the last depression, there was a four-day bank holiday, during which they made a law so they could grab the gold. It became useless to individuals or corporations. The book of Revelation is coming with its times of trouble and chaos. It will not be a thousand years of peace and prosperity because sin is here that must be judged.) After seeing this, I began to pray in the spirit, at which point I came out of that vision. Then I opened my eyes and found myself sitting inside a movie theater, praying loud in the spirit and everyone was looking at me like I was crazy, as if nothing happened. (Movie theaters, like many ministries, are for play-acting or fakery. It cannot be trusted and neither can the prosperity thieves who run it.) They did not see what I saw; they were getting ready to watch a movie. Then I woke up. We've been told many times by the Alliance that we're watching a movie with masked actors and clones.   Abide in the Word, Safe from the Destroyer Jenny from MN - 07/31/2009 (David's notes in red) There was an apartment building with a lot of different rooms or apartments. (This represents the Church, which, according to Ephesians 2:19-22, is many houses built together into one Temple for God. Each individual house represents a person.) My mother and I each had an apartment next door to each other. A man walked down the hall and was knocking at the doors and telling the people he was a locksmith so they would open their door. When people opened their door he would kill them. (In the Passover in Exodus 12, when the blood was on the doorposts, God warned the people not to open their door or go out, or the destroyer would be able to kill them. The blood represents their faith in the sacrifice of the Lamb who was slain, which was between them and the destroying angel. The destroyer represents Satan's administration of the curse, which the Lamb bore upon Himself, if we would abide in Him through faith. (1 Cor.5:7) ... For our Passover also hath been sacrificed, [even] Christ.) My mother opened her door to this man, and he then killed her. She wasn't really dead, but I read it in the newspaper, and so that's how I knew. Because I knew this man was a deceiver and not really a locksmith, I didn't open the door. When I thought he was gone, I went out into the hall, but then I saw him, and he killed me. (I do remember that my mom and I were able to come back to life.) (Because through the knowledge of God, they came out from among them.) He was waiting for people to open their doors so he could kill them. They would open up because they trusted him. I somehow knew that his weapons were words, sounds, and actions. That is how he killed people. (2Ti 3:6) For of these are they that creep into houses, and take captive silly women (religious sects) laden with sins, led away by divers lusts, 7 ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.  I remembered the scripture how the enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy, so it made sense to me who this man was. (If we do not abide in the house, like in the Passover, Who is Jesus, the Word of God, we are under the legal authority of the curse. Satan comes with his “words, sounds and actions” of our thoughts or those around us to talk us out of the Word of Jesus. If we walk by our external senses, instead of by faith in the true Word, Satan has a legal right to destroy us, as Jesus said. (Rev.22:18) I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book, if any man shall add unto them, God shall add unto him the plagues which are written in this book: 19 and if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part from the tree of life, and out of the holy city, which are written in this book. It was God Who had the destroyer on a leash and said He would not permit the destroyer to come into the faithful's houses. The destroyer really isn't a locksmith because he cannot open our doors; we have to let him in. As with Jenny and her mom, who represent the church, we are able to come back to life if we return to abiding in the Word. Jesus likened Himself to one who was grieved because He was like a hen seeking to gather His chicks under His wings, but they would not come. Psalm 91:1,4 says if we abide in the secret place of the Most High, we will be under the shadow and wings of the Almighty. The promises of the Word in the midst of our trials are our refuge. (Heb.10:23) let us hold fast the confession of our hope that it waver not; for he is faithful that promised. According to the promises of the Word, you were saved, healed, and delivered from all of the curse, including your enemies. Hold fast to this and speak it before men.)   Restaurant at the Top of the Hill Anonymous (David's notes in red) I had a dream really early in the morning on Father's Day. The Father doesn't forget His spiritual fathers. I dreamed that there were 3 beautiful pieces of land high up on a hill. The views were breathtaking. The properties were huge. The land was lush and green. There was a debate going on in the community about who was the rightful owner of the property at the very top of the hill. It was the best, most beautiful, and largest of all 3 properties. After much fighting among the community, the courts ruled that David was the rightful owner of that highly coveted property. He was not in the fight for the property, but when the courts gave the ruling, he did not seem surprised. (An amazing proof of this came in the natural long after this revelation. I was given the property on the very top of the tallest hill in the whole area. And Eve who wasn't thinking of all of this prophesied that this was God's house and property. The land represents our physical life and our ministry, which God is preparing on his hill of spiritual Zion to serve others. (Heb.6:7) For the land which hath drunk the rain (Holy Spirit and Word) that cometh oft upon it, and bringeth forth herbs (fruit) meet for them for whose sake it is also tilled, receiveth blessing from God: (8) but if it beareth thorns and thistles (bad fruit), it is rejected and nigh unto a curse; whose end is to be burned. (Mal.3:11) And I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes, and he shall not destroy the fruits of your ground; neither shall your vine cast its fruit before the time in the field, saith Jehovah of hosts. (12) And all nations shall call you happy; for ye shall be a delightsome land, saith Jehovah of hosts. (1 Cor.3:9) For we are God's fellow-workers: ye are God's husbandry (Greek: tilled land), God's building. Everybody thought you were going to build a large, beautiful home for you and your family up there. But to everybody's shock, you built a restaurant. People were scoffing at you, thinking you were stupid for not building a beautiful home for yourself. A restaurant represents a place to spiritually feed many of God's people. Sadly, the multitudes here have not discerned that many leaders are fleecing the sheep to build their own house rather than feeding the sheep to build God's house. (Eze.34:2) Son of man, prophesy against the shepherds of Israel, prophesy, and say unto them, even to the shepherds, Thus saith the Lord Jehovah: Woe unto the shepherds of Israel that do feed themselves! should not the shepherds feed the sheep? (3) Ye eat the fat, and ye clothe you with the wool, ye kill the fatlings; but ye feed not the sheep. (Hag.1:4) Is it a time for you yourselves to dwell in your ceiled houses, while this house lieth waste? ... (8) Go up to the mountain, and bring wood, and build the house; and I will take pleasure in it, and I will be glorified, saith Jehovah. (9) Ye looked for much, and, lo, it came to little; and when ye brought it home, I did blow upon it. Why? saith Jehovah of hosts. Because of my house that lieth waste, while ye run every man to his own house. (10) Therefore for your sake the heavens withhold the dew, and the earth withholdeth its fruit. When my family and I heard that you built a restaurant, we hurried up the hill to see your restaurant and enjoy a nice meal there. We were all excited. We sat down at a table with a view and waited for the waiter to come. When the waiter came to our table, we realized that you were our waiter. We asked you why you didn't hire a waiter so you wouldn't have to be the waiter, and you simply said you wanted to do it yourself. All the better, we thought. We wanted to see you, but thought that we most likely wouldn't be able to because you would be too busy. We were so happy to be able to talk to you. It is very nice to be able to have personal fellowship with God's beloved people. I have always hated the elitist attitude of the Nicolaitan ministers. Jesus said, “He that is greatest among you shall be your servant” and “all ye are brethren”. We placed our order with you and were waiting for our meal. We began to notice there were a lot of people coming to your restaurant, but they weren't staying. They were leaving upset. When we asked you why they were leaving, you told us that they were upset because you were their waiter. They thought you should have hired a waiter and were offended that you didn't. My family and I thought, “What's the big deal? It's even better that you are our waiter. Why be so offended?” You brought us our meal. It was delicious. The view was gorgeous, and we had a wonderful time talking with you. We loved your restaurant and knew we would be back many times. The whole time we were there, however, many people came and left offended. (the factious) We knew they were missing out, but we couldn't convince them to stay. Then I woke up. Some don't like the waiter, and some don't like the meal. As it was with Jesus, the true ministers and their teaching cannot be popular with those who claim to be God's people while they love the world. (Joh.15:18) If the world hateth you, ye know that it hath hated me before [it hated] you. (19) If ye were of the world, the world would love its own: but because ye are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you. (20) Remember the word that I said unto you, A servant is not greater than his lord. If they persecuted me, they will also persecute you; if they kept my word, they will keep yours also. (21) But all these things will they do unto you for my name's sake, because they know not him that sent me. You certainly are feeding me and my family right now, and we all want to be at the top of the 3 properties, right alongside the man-child and the bride. We are eating the bread of life and drinking the fountain of living waters. Thank you for serving us and feeding us. Blessings on you in Jesus' name. We will run out of time to bring in the harvest when no more will listen and then the day of the Lord's wrath will come.   Chaos and Woe Messianic Pastor Caleb Kinley (David's notes in red) Shabbat Shalom! May YHWH (The true name of the Lord before men added the vowels so the flesh could speak it as Jehovah and Yahweh.) truly bless you this Shabbat and may He wrap His arms of love around you and embrace each of you into His glory. I have included a dream I had several times about a week or so ago. I'm not a prophet, and this is only a dream, but usually, at least parts (if not all) of some of my dreams do come true. For example, two weeks before Sept. 11th I did dream of the exact events, verified by my mother and my wife. About three days before the December 26, 2004, tsunami that hit Indonesia, I dreamed the tsunami would happen, and it came true, verified by my mother, my wife, and my congregational members as I shared the tsunami dream with my congregation. Again, I am not a prophet and I pray this does not alter anyone's opinion of me... :-) I'm too afraid to not share this dream and can only hope and pray this one does not transpire... anyway... (But it will as the Day of the Lord's wrath. These were terrifying to me, to say the least. The dream began with a loud voice saying, “Thus saith Elohim, the wicked have witnessed ‘chaos' and still they refuse to repent. ‘Chaos times Chaos, times Chaos!' They ignore My call and refuse to gather under My wings. ‘Chaos times Chaos, times Chaos!' They are busy bodies with idle hands, putty for evil, and they send a rancid stench to My nostrils. O miserable wretches, they have become. They worship the sun and everything that is under the sun, but Me. They worship man, but not Me. They worship lust, but not Me. They worship envy and covetousness, but not Me. They worship power, money and fame, but not Me. They worship science and nature, but not Me. They bow down to pleasure for a season, and I will cut them off from among My people. Therefore, ‘Chaos times Chaos, times Chaos!' will be their just reward.” “Watch and see O servant, watch and see the meaning of ‘Chaos times Chaos, times Chaos!' O servant, take and eat of this parchment, and your tears will be for visions and your tongue shall prophesy forth My words. Few will hear you speak of My words, and fewer will come forth and share the mantle of My blessings. Many will not believe and will continue in their sin, and make great hate of you and the rest of My servants. The infidels will despise My people and bear false witness to try and remove the virtue from My bride. But the light of your menorah will not burn out. Thus saith Elohim YHWH”. (There was more that I just cannot remember right yet.) I was then lifted up above the high mountains by a breeze of wind, and the wind was like an invisible floor, so that I was able to stand in the sky and see the earth through the wind, like it had a glass floor. There were great movements of water in the oceans/seas (hurricanes?) bearing Greek names that caused more flooding and wreaked more devastation. Then came a pause, and I'm not sure if the days of the pause represent days, months or years. But once the quiet pause was completed, there were four or five great lights that came from the ground that turned the mountains into dust and rubble. (Nuclear war) The flesh of people from miles away dissolved and all that was left from those who perished were their skeletons, clean down to the bones. They had no eyes and their eye sockets were clean as if someone had used bleach to clean out a white plate. Many who survived were maimed, amputees, and as they wept, bright green tears mixed with blood melted away the parts of their face made wet by their tears with a fizzing sound like Alka-Seltzer. They had no eyelids as their eyelids dissolved because of their tears, and their eyes swelled up until they looked bug-eyed. It was then that the skeletons of the dead came alive and hunted the living and killed whoever they caught (i.e. pandemic-disease?) (result of nuclear energy). And then the earth opened up in many places, swallowing up many of those who survived the bright lights, and the oceans and seas grew large, sending waves and storms, too many to count. The dead of many floated on the water and included women, children, babies, animals, men, and cities once hidden from water were now covered in water. And the rivers and the oceans and the seas cried because they were polluted by rotten flesh and blood. I could hear the cries of thousands of people, and the cries made my ears have sharp pains so that I had to put my fingers in my ears. And many of the living blasphemed YHWH and searched for His people to place blame on us. They said, “Let us find the bride and eat their flesh, for it will taste sweet like honey”. (But God will rescue His people at this day of the Lord's wrath.) Then I saw great famine, such as has never been. Rich nations were now begging for bread and were happy to pay much money for rotten bread covered with worms. And many began drinking unclean water from rivers and oceans, and seas that were still full of dead human flesh. And some would drain the blood of their children and roast their child over an open fire, and then feast upon their children, drinking their blood while eating their flesh, and being merry. And disease stood tall, and caused many more to perish.

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The Time Riders: Part 8 A Date With Death. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Into the pit. Domitia was brought through the streets, which were lined with huge crowds watching her somberly. She was attended by at least twenty soldiers, who walked in silence around her. Accompanying them were her former sister Vestals and the Pontifex Maximus, one of the greatest priests in Rome and head of the state religion. It was he who ultimately was in charge of the Virgins, both choosing them and stripping them of their office if the need arose. He walked ahead of her, his face grave. Domitia wore a simple white tunic now, but all other signs of her former life were gone. Her magnificent braids were undone, and her brown hair hung down her back shamefully. The colors she'd been allowed to wear were missing. In times past, disgraced Virgins had been excoriated, possibly just beaten with a rod, but now, in the height of mighty Rome's power, the punishment was death, for endangering the city. But no one was insane enough to spill the blood of a Vestal Virgin, disgraced or not, so her execution was not so direct. She would be sent underground into a small chamber, with a stock of food and supplies, and locked in there until she starved to death, or succumbed to sickness. They weren't killing her, per se; she was merely shunned until she died. Such was the way of Imperial Rome. Her condemnation and pronouncement of her fate had already been declared, at the beginning of this long walk, meant to be a show of penitence before the face of all Rome. And as humiliated and crushed as she was, her foremost thought was about Bonosus, and his magnificent cock. Even now, being led through the streets, her cunt was wet and ached to feel him buried inside her. Before she knew it, they had arrived at their destination, a small area in the north of the city, with a plot dug into the ground. Stopping at its edge, she looked down inside; the walls were lined with wood, probably to prevent a collapse, and there seemed to be a small stool and a cot within. She heard hysterical sobbing from nearby, and turned her head to see her mother, her birth mother, Pompeneia, weeping from behind the barricade of guards and calling out to her. Domitia's heart ached for a moment, but then she turned her gaze back to the den prepared for her. Her fate was sealed. She glanced over to look at her sister Vestals, but they refused to look at her, staring ahead resolutely. She could see tears in dear Silla's eyes, though; she had hurt the Sisterhood badly, and this was how she was to pay for it. So be it. With all the dignity she could muster, Domitia swallowed her fear and stepped forward, turning and climbing down the ladder, descending roughly ten feet until she reached the earthen floor. There were small candles burning on some stone surfaces, allowing for dim light. She looked upward, and the last thing she saw was the face of the Pontifex Maximus looking down at her, his expression unreadable, before a heavy door was slammed down and locked, cutting off all light and all sound from above. She shuddered at the sound, her stomach twisting in knots. She knew that there was no way out. The door would be weighted, and guards set outside for weeks, to prevent anyone from trying to rescue her. Despite her fear, she looked around, noting the small amount of food supplies left for her, and a small, narrow hole dug in one corner where she was to relieve herself. It wouldn't do to have a Vestal Virgin stinking of shit, even a disgraced one, and even in death. The silence was almost terrifying. She slumped into the small chair left for her, shivering and biting her lip as she felt that her cunt was still wet, the sticky lips parting slightly as she spread her legs. Thoughts of Bonosus returned to her, and she couldn't help but reach down beneath her tunic and begin rubbing her fingers over herself. The fear she felt melted away as she tickled her throbbing clit and teased her warm nether lips. Domitia closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. If she was to die in this hateful place, it would be while cumming, thinking of that magnificent cock, spurting inside her one last time; The wall opposite her creaked and opened, the stout wooden boards pulling away. Domitia almost yelped in shock, but she didn't stop playing with herself. She stared in astonishment as a tall blonde woman came inside, carrying a torch. Following her was Nanu, a slave-girl that Domitia would have sworn belonged to her parents. "Well, hello, Domitia," the blonde woman said, smiling at her. "I'm Lady Aurora Horatia, Bonosus' mistress. Are you ready to get out of here?" Domitia nodded, but then paused, reconsidering as her fingers plunged in and out of her molten cunt. "Can you; give me just a moment here?" the former Virgin asked sheepishly. Into the Arena. Mark winced and squinted as the great gate opened, allowing light to flood into the dark tunnel. The grinding and heaving of the gears that moved the iron-reinforced barriers echoed loudly, and his heart pounded in anxiety. He was almost hyperventilating, and he could feel the blood racing through his veins. Maybe taking the adrenalin tab he'd finally found stashed behind a loose brick wasn't such a good idea. And no instructions, either. He reminded himself to punch himself in the face when he saw himself again. Hey, at least he knew he survived. He felt himself shoved roughly out into the arena, looking around in bewilderment as tens of thousands of people all shouted and jeered at him. Part of the huge stadium was cast into shadow because of the giant canvas awning that covered a full third of its seating and the arena in the center. He thought it was called the Velarium, but he wasn't sure. The roaring noise of the crowds hurt his ears, and he felt dizzy. The tab's effects apparently hadn't evened out in him yet. Maybe he should have taken it earlier? Wearing his itchy burlap loincloth, a rope belt, sandals and nothing else, Mark wandered slowly toward the center of the sandy field, his cudgel in hand. The echoing sounds of the crowd were maddening, and he felt almost dizzy. What was the purpose of this damn tab, anyway? Guards approached him. His urge was to run, but where would he go? Trembling, he stood his ground and waited for them. One of them grabbed him roughly and spun him about to face something, shoving him to one knee. Mark gasped, but then looked up and paused. On the other side of the giant stadium, sitting in a shaded box, was a man wearing purple, surrounded by guards and other dignitaries. It had to be the Emperor. The most powerful man in the world. If only he knew which one it was. Maybe he could've gotten an autograph. He chuckled bitterly at his joke, but the guard holding him told him to shut up and slapped him across the back of the head. Mark's eyes snapped open and fury flared through him. He surged to his feet and his shoulder-block knocked the guard backwards, to the astonishment of the audience. The guard and another one nearby drew their weapons and were about to kill him, when trumpets blared from all around the perimeter of the Colosseum. Mark looked around warily, seeing the reaction of the crowds as the two guards withdrew. Drums sounded out now, and more trumpets. He looked over at the emperor, his eyes going wide as he noticed a familiar, stunning blonde woman in a seat next to him and watching Mark with a smirk. Kneeling beside her was Nanu. "Jesus, Becky, there's a million people in Rome; how many did you fuck?" he muttered, scowling. He heard the gates clanking open again and spun to face them, his heart racing again. From the dark tunnel strode a stout, bald man wearing leather armour on his shoulder and a metal-studded skirt, carrying a shield and wielding a small axe. "What is this, fetish night at the Colosseum?" Mark complained loudly as the man began to run toward him. Mark braced himself, watching warily. His earlier anxiety was being replaced by anger, and a desire to either flee or fight. He'd just trust to his adrenalin and hope that his future self knew what the Hell he was doing. The gladiator ran up and swung at Mark, who ducked and came up behind his foe. Before the man could turn, Mark struck him across the back of the head with his cudgel. The man crashed to the ground face-first. The crowd was yelling in outrage and astonishment. Apparently, that wasn't supposed to happen. The man showed no signs of rising, merely stirring feebly and groaning, a huge goose egg rising on the back of his head. Hastily, Mark leaned down and pulled the round wooden shield off the man's arm and pried the axe from his grip. He stood up, trying to control his breathing. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. He looked around, making sure no one was approaching him from any other direction, but nobody seemed to be forthcoming. Where was his next foe? It dawned on him that he hadn't been expected to last beyond this first fight. They were probably scrambling to figure out what to do next. Doubtless they'd be finding another gladiator to throw at him. He chanced a glance up at Becky, but she sat still, simply watching him. He didn't blame her; she was supposed to have turned on him, after all. He did notice that she was keeping one leg crossed over the other and bouncing her thighs subtly. Maybe the hormones weren't completely out of her system yet. Or it could have just been normal horny Becky. Who knew at this point? A few seconds later, the gates on another section of the concave wall that surrounded him opened slowly, and out strode a tall man, wearing only a loincloth like himself and greaves, but carrying a weighted net in one hand, and a trident in the other. "Trident!" Mark exclaimed to himself, remembering. "That's what those fucking things are called! Now I can; Hey!" Mark had gotten distracted and only barely jumped out of the way of the retiarius, who thrust his trident, trying to skewer his foe. Mark angrily struck at the man's head with his axe, but he raised the haft of the weapon to block and Mark's axe broke on it. The crowd cheered wildly as it saw what happened. Mark stared dumbly at the splintered handle of his weapon, the iron head missing entirely, having spun off to land in the dust several inconvenient feet away. "What the shit?" Mark shouted angrily as he dodged another attack, keeping his shield between himself and his enemy. The trident's tines glanced off the face of his shield, coming perilously close to ripping open his side. "You mean I can't kill anyone? I'm timelocked from killing someone, even if they're trying to kill me?" He dodged again and scrambled for his cudgel, lying next to the first man he'd knocked unconscious. The man he was fighting was quick, though, and lunged in, jamming his weapon forward and trying to impale Mark through his stomach with it. Mark blocked with the shield, shuddering in panic as he felt the tines burst through the wood and punch out the back side, dangerously close to his belly. But the trident was caught now, and now the two men wrestled back and forth desperately, with the retiarius trying to free his weapon and Mark doing everything he could to prevent that exact thing. Suddenly he realized that he was doing exactly the wrong thing, and simply let go of his shield. The gladiator now held his trident awkwardly, weighed down as it was by the shield embedded on it, and with no safe recourse to get it back. He flailed at Mark with the weighted edges of his net, threatening to break smaller bones if he got in too close. Mark dashed for the cudgel again, and this time his opponent couldn't quickly follow him. Mark picked it up and tried putting the man on the defensive, skirting around him, looking for an opening to strike. The man glared at him balefully, swinging the net if Mark got too close. He's not armored and he can't use his weapon; Mark reminded himself. He flung his cudgel at the gladiator's face and surged in while the man was trying to block the unexpected projectile. His trident was weighted down with Mark's shield, so he was using the net frantically to avoid being struck. Mark plowed into the man and took him down to the ground, using his advantage in height and weight. His foe wheezed as he landed hard on his back, beginning to thrash as Mark straddled his chest and pummeled at him. A lucky punch got through and Mark snapped his foe's head to the side with a right across the jaw. He went to sleep. The crowds were shouting again angrily as Mark stood, recovering his stupid club and taking the man's net, since the shield was wrecked, and the trident was no use since he apparently wasn't allowed to kill anyone. How did time lock know, anyway? He bent over, trying to control his breathing and his pulse. His head was spinning again from the anxiety. What the Hell was his future self thinking, leaving that damn tab to use? What sort of advantage and futuristic superpower was panic? You're pumping adrenalin; it makes runners faster, it makes them run longer; it makes people stronger in a crisis; He opened his eyes and stood, turning around and looking at the thousands upon thousands of people who hated him. Fuck those people. He turned and looked at the emperor and held the weighted net in the air, scowling at the sovereign. "That all you got, asshole?" he shouted, feeling himself get angrier and more aggressive with every moment. Becky could barely hear what Mark was yelling over the noise of the crowds, but she shifted somewhat uncomfortably when she felt the mood of the man next to her darken. "So that's how he wants to play it, hmm?" muttered the emperor, resting his cheek against his hand. "Uppity thing, this boy of yours, Lady Horatia." "Oh, he is no longer mine, great emperor; this behavior, reprehensible as it might be, is unknown to me. Please dispose of the upstart as you see fit," Becky replied, knowing better than to be perceived as defending Mark. "You can count on that, my lady;” he replied, nodding absently as he made some vague motion to a signaler. "If you will excuse me, sire, I must depart for a moment," Becky said, trying to not sound urgent. The emperor looked at her quizzically for a moment: "You would miss his doom?" She made a show of blushing: "His life and death mean nothing to me now, but all this excitement has undone me, sire. I must go and relieve myself, because it wouldn't do to piss myself in your presence." "Very well, then," he said, nodding. "But try to be back soon." Becky stood and bowed before exiting the emperor's spectator box, taking Nanu with her, pulling her along by the wrist. "My lady, is now a good time to see to such functions?" asked the Egyptian girl as she followed the blonde woman. "Is Bonosus not in great danger? I thought you meant to rescue him." "I can't rescue him sitting next to that pompous ass, now can I?" Becky hissed as she strode down one of the hallways. "And keep your voice down; I don't want people to know what we're doing." "Sorry, mistress," Nanu replied, blushing. She allowed herself to be dragged along for several seconds before asking her next question. "What are we doing, exactly?" "You'll see soon enough," Becky said grimly, her blue eyes flashing as she pushed through the throngs of people in the hallways that ran around the length of the Colosseum. "I hope you wore your cock-sucking lips today;” The huge man lumbered towards Mark; he was well over half a foot taller than Mark, and a whole lot heavier. Beneath his layer of fat, he was obviously muscular and very strong. He carried a shield in one hand, a wicked sword in the other. His loincloth was made of tough leather, covered in metal studs. His wide belt was also braced with metal. His right arm was protected from shoulder to wrist by a cauldron and gleaming steel plates. On his head was an intimidating helmet, the face mask looking like something out of "Mad Max: Fury Road," with a peaked top that sported what looked like a curved metal blade or sail. It looked like he was wearing a can opener on his head. "Fuck;” Mark whined to himself as he stood his ground, trying to figure out how he was going to keep from getting killed. He held his cudgel and his net, trying to look threatening, but the gorilla coming at him didn't seem to care. He jumped out of the way as the Samnite slashed with his sword. He tried to move in, but was sent flying backwards when the gladiator suddenly slammed the front of his shield into him. Landing on his back, Mark only had a split second to roll out of the way as the point of his foe's sword drove down into the dirt where'd he'd only just been. He kicked at the man's leg, but it held, and he scrambled away, looking to put some distance between them. "Hey, Jason Voorhies!" he called out, waving his club in the air. "Over here, candy-ass!" The gladiator turned his head to look at him while trying to wrench his blade from the hard-packed earth. He finally did so and stood upright, rolling his shoulders and striding forward again. He slashed with his blade, but Mark dodged once again and then threw his net over his foe. The Samnite got caught in it, but didn't go down, trying angrily to remove it. Mark jumped on his back and began hammering away with his stupid little club. The giant staggered about, flailing wildly to dislodge his smaller foe. The jeering from the crowd was punctuated with increasing amounts of laughter at this ridiculous spectacle. Mark hung on for dear life with one arm wrapped around the man, his other hand whacking away at the foe's helmet. But his own net was preventing the blows from being fully effective, despite the metallic ringing of his strikes. Unable to reach the pest on his back or use his weapons, the huge man simply fell backwards, hoping to crush Mark. It wasn't graceful, and it wasn't pretty, but it did stun Mark long enough to stop him from hitting his foe with his cudgel. "Oh fuck;” Mark wheezed as the Samnite rolled off him and struggled to get up while removing the netting. Mark slowly crawled away, shaking his head to stop the world from spinning. The jellied tissue that was once his lungs was on fire, and strained to get oxygen circulating through him. He heard his foe growl in frustration, and then he felt himself getting grabbed by the scruff of the neck and the back of his loincloth before being hauled completely off the ground; The crowd went wild as the gladiator threw Bonosus bodily to the ground, as if trying to crush his bones with the impact. He picked him up again and dashed him to the hard-packed earth, having given up on removing the net. Mark protected himself from the slams as best he could, but it wasn't helping much, given the strength of the man who was mauling him. The fourth time getting slammed to the ground was about Mark's limit, and the world had become nonsense around him; everything sounded like it was being played in drunken slow motion. His vision swam, and he really just wanted to take a damn nap. He shook his head trying to clear it, remembering that Becky had bought him time, so he'd best not waste it getting rag-dolled by this shit stain. While the Samnite was reaching down for him, Mark managed to roll onto his back and kicked up, hard, between the gladiator's legs. His foot found the man's crotch, and while the force of the blow was lessened by the net's interference, his foe still groaned, and his knees bent. Mark kicked again, and then once more, having finally staggered his foe. The man sank to his knees, holding his crotch. Mark couldn't see his face, but he was obviously in a great deal of pain. Mark staggered to his feet, ignoring the crowd's jeers and screams, focusing only on his foe. The gladiator was now protecting his crotch with his hands, so Mark couldn't kick him there, so he slammed the bottom of his foot into the larger man's chest, knocking him on his back, where he lay moaning. Mark stamped on his crotch for good measure. "Stop, dammit!" wailed the man. "Quit kicking me in the cock!" "Fuck you!" Mark spat, scowling. His chest was on fire and his entire body throbbed in pain. "You were trying to kill me, fuckface! Why should I give a shit what you think?" "I'll stop, I'll stop!" the man pleaded, writhing under the net and totally at Mark's mercy. "Just don't wreck my cock, I was gonna fuck tonight!" "Yeah, right," Mark sneered. "Who were you gonna fuck?" Mark spun as he heard an ululating war cry, and his eyes widened as he saw a woman running toward him, carrying a whip in one hand and a sword in the other. Her spiked hair was wet with blue woad paste, and her eyes were mad with battle lust. "Her;” the Samnite indicated. Becky and Nanu were both on their knees, mouths bobbing back and forth on the cocks of the men they had leaning back against the wall, groaning and pumping their hips. Neither of the men could believe their luck; they thought this would be another boring day for measly pay. From up here, they couldn't even see the action down in the arena well. Sulus and Catullus, two former merchant marines, were charged with keeping the Velarium in place during the spectacles. Their extensive experience with canvas sails made them ideal for this tedious but essential work. At least, that's what they were told, despite the thirty asses a day they received proclaiming otherwise. So imagine their good fortune and delight when this patrician woman and her slave-girl happened to wander on up, espy the two men, and offer to suck their cocks, without even charging them anything! Talk about Saturnalia in Quintilis! Nanu moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of the cock she was sucking on, holding it by the base of the shaft, her eyes closed. This seemed like an odd time to be doing something like this, but Lady Aurora had been quite firm that it was part of the plan. So be it. Besides, that strange little patch her new mistress had affixed to the skin under her arm was making her so horny right now. Kneeling beside the slave, Becky's free hand reached out and took hold of Nanu's, giving it a squeeze. They continued pushing their wet mouths along the lengths of the throbbing shafts, both girls getting wetter and more aroused with each passing moment. Nanu pulled her mouth off the cock for a moment, sucking in air and breathing heavily as she massaged it with her tiny hand. Her face was flushed as she looked over at her new mistress, her eyes glazed with desire. Becky nodded her assent. Nanu stood quickly and lifted the long trails of her garment, exposing her ass and cunt to the man she'd been servicing. She turned around and leaned back against him, squirming her ass against his cock, making him moan loudly. With great need, she grabbed hold of his tool and speared herself down on it, sighing loudly before beginning to wiggle back and forth on him, shivering as he slid in and out of her. Becky rose to her feet soon after, moving around to face Nanu and leaning forward, with her hands on the slave-girl's shoulders and looking into her eyes. The marine got behind Becky and gripped her hips, pushing inside her. Becky moaned into Nanu's mouth as she kissed her, their tongues tangling hungrily while their tits squirmed and rubbed together. The men held tight and fucked the two women as hard as they could, looking to cum as quickly as possible. Hips smacked against asses and moans grew louder. Becky and Nanu now panted through an open-mouthed kiss, their hands groping one another in need. The Egyptian girl pressed back as hard as she could on the cock she was impaled on, while Becky ground in eager circles, yearning for release. Seconds later they were wailing into one another's mouths, shuddering in ecstasy as the men groaned and began pumping cum inside their wanton pussies. Becky and Nanu were relentless, milking the men for all they were worth, until they slumped to the stone floor, almost insensate from the orgasms these strange women had given them. Straddling the marines now, and facing into one another, Becky and Nanu continued kissing and fondling, even as they moved slowly up and down on the rigid poles they'd been fucking. "Umm, mistress;” Nanu said dreamily, lost in Becky's blue eyes. "I know, my love," Becky murmured, giving Nanu many light kisses on the lips, as if she was unable to help herself. "But we must; smooch; get ready to; do our part; smooch; and rescue Mark;” Nanu pulled back from the kiss and looked up in confusion. "Mark?" "Bonosus," Becky corrected herself, waving it off. "I'll explain later. Now help me get ready;” The crowd was howling with laughter as Mark ran around the arena in a panic, chased by the gladiatrix, who cracked her whip at him, screeching for him to get his ass back there so she could kick it. Mark didn't need oppositional defiance disorder to ignore her demands. The tip of that whip was cracking awfully close behind him. The Samnite he'd downed earlier grunted and flopped down again as Mark stamped on his back while running over him. "Don't try to get up, asshole, you promised!" Mark shouted angrily. "If you do, I don't care if she's trying to kill me, I'll come over there and kick you in the balls so hard you'll be spitting them out!" "Okay! Okay!" the man shouted back, lying on his stomach and waiting. "But I hope she catches you and rips your skin off to wear as a cloak!" "Oh, go sit on a Doric column!" Mark grumbled, deking to the left to try to throw her off. At this point, the crowd was chanting something, what he could only Assume Was Her Name "Achilleia! Achilleia!" "What is that, Latin for Psycho Hose-Beast?" Mark complained loudly, noticing that he had not gained any ground on his foe. He only had the stupid cudgel, whereas she had a wicked sword and a goddam whip. He had the distinct impression he couldn't tire her; she had the look of a woman on a murder mission; her eyes were wild with bloodlust, the scream escaping her lips singing of his gory doom. "She's the greatest female gladiator in Rome!" called out the Samnite, still watching from his confines beneath the net. "She's been more than a match for many men who have fought her!" "Singing my praises doesn't get you more cunt than normal, Rullus!" Achilleia snapped, still chasing her quarry. Gods, this slave could run! Pity she had to kill him, he was well-built and had a great ass! She pressed harder, now swiping with her sword, since using her whip slowed her down some. Like most gladiators, she was wearing little armour, only leather greaves, a leather loincloth, an abbreviated leather cuirass that exposed her midriff but held her tits in place, and a leather cauldron and brace on one arm. A steel fillet around her forehead glittered with glass beads, off-setting her wild blue death-hawk hair. She whooped in triumph as the tip of her sword tore open the back of his loincloth and it fell away, leaving Mark completely exposed as he fled for his life. The crowd was laughing hysterically again. "Dammit, I hate freeballing when I'm running!" he shouted angrily, grimacing as his balls slapped around his thighs. "You have no idea how uncomfortable this is!" "Stop running then, coward!" Achilleia taunted, enjoying the view even as she tried to kill him. "I only offer the bliss of death! One red kiss of my blade across your throat, slave, and you; Off!" Done with running, Mark stopped very suddenly and braced himself, hunkering down so that Achilleia plowed into him, completely unprepared. She staggered backward and Mark whirled and grappled onto her, preventing her from using her weapons. The gladiatrix snarled and tried to knee him in the crotch, but he kept his legs judiciously in the way. They tottered and staggered about, vying for control, until they tripped over the Samnite, who was helpless to avoid them. "Oh Fuck!" he wheezed as they landed on him and then rolled off, still tussling. "Welcome to my world, dickface!" Mark shouted back at him, still wrestling with Achilleia, who meant to murder him repeatedly. Out of desperation, and with the effects of the tab still coursing through his blood, he picked her up bodily and threw her to the ground, her sword clattering away. He dropped to his knees instantly, smacking her in the face with his scrotum. "Teabag!" he shouted before whirling around and grappling onto her, trying to subdue her. He hated the thought of punching a woman, but she was trying to eviscerate him, so an exception might be in order. Achilleia was a veteran of the gladiator pits, however, and not so easily dealt with. She recovered and thrashed around, screeching and trying to claw her foe's eyes out. He swatted the whip from her hands before she could strike him with it. Mark found her increasingly difficult to manage, using his weight on top of her body to keep her in place. That plan went south, however, when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began rocking back and forth, until she was on top. They rolled around in the dust while the crowd went insane. Mark had her arms gripped tightly, out to the sides, which forced her body down closer to his. The wild look in her eyes chilled his blood, and she tried to bite his neck repeatedly, to tear his throat out. He countered frantically by using his head to shove hers away from his tender skin, and the result must have looked ridiculous, the two of them pushing and sparring with their heads. "Gurr, let; me; kill; you!" Achilleia hissed, struggling to maintain her balance over her stronger foe. "I'll make it quick, I promise!" "It'll feel good, I promise!" Mark sneered, butting the side of her head to knock it away. "Why would I make this easy for you?" "Gonna; rip you; a new;” Achilleia strained, pushing down harder. She then paused, her eyes going wide with shock. "What; gods, do you have a hard-on?" Mark used the momentary pause to roll her over, her arms pinned beside her head. Achilleia's eyes were still wide as she goggled up at him. Unfortunately, yes, he was hard again. Either he was developing some sort of danger fetish, or the hormones weren't quite as out of his system as he thought. They struggled and thrashed, with the look of shock on Achilleia's face becoming one of irritation, then a weird determination. She wasn't fighting about so much, and she seemed to be pushing with her hips, almost pumping with them. She glared and bit her lip. The roaring of the crowds was slowly abating as they watched the proceedings on the arena floor. What was happening? Seconds ago, the gladiatrix had been trying to kill the slave, now they were; what were they doing? Mark kept her pinned beneath him, and couldn't help but join her in squirming as they glared into one another's eyes. Achilleia was undulating her hips now, her upper body virtually motionless. Mark grimaced at the feel of the toughened leather around her middle grinding on his hard-on. "Dammit;” Achilleia growled. "Let go of my god-rotting hand so I can move my loincloth!" Mark took a chance and let go of one of her hands. It flashed down and pulled aside the leather garment before taking hold of his hard cock and guiding it to her entrance. Without another thought, Mark pushed down, deep inside her. Achilleia wailed loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling him in deeper still. The entire Colosseum throng had gone silent as the spectators stared, stunned by what they were witnessing. All that could be heard, echoing through the giant stadium, was Achilleia's cries of pleasure. Was this really happening? "Achilleia? What the Hell?" the Samnite yelled in outrage, his girlfriend getting fucked by Rome's most hated slave mere feet away from him. "Shut up, Rullus, he's fucking huge!" Achilleia shouted back, pumping her hips wildly against Mark. The gladiator did as he was told and simply sulked, turning his head to look elsewhere. The emperor watched out stonily, not at all impressed with the turn of events his grand spectacle for the people had taken. He'd heard of the blasphemy this upstart slave had committed, and this was supposed to be a damnation of a great sin. Now it was another blasphemy. And where the Hell was Lady Aurora? He napped his fingers and one of his servants leaned in close, to see what his master wanted. "Have them all killed;” growled the emperor, determined to save face somehow. Mark thrust harder and harder, while Achilleia yelped and bucked beneath him, holding onto his back and with her legs still wrapped around his back. Nearby, Rullus was resting his helmeted head on his hand and rapping his fingers against the packed earth, trying to look bored. Not difficult for a man tangled inside a net. "Any time, you two;” he grumbled. "Oh, cram it, Linzer-head," Mark spat. "Say one more thing and I'll fuck her ass next!" "Oh!" Achilleia wailed, grinding and thrusting against Mark desperately. "I'm gonna; I ‘ Then she seized up and pushed up with all her strength, clenching her teeth so hard they might have cracked. As Rome watched on in stunned silence, the gladiatrix shrieked to the gods and came, hard. Mark shuddered and groaned, pumping profuse amounts of cum deep inside her clenching cunt. He thrust madly, emptying himself into her. Finally, they were both spent. Achilleia lay still beneath him, her chest rising and falling, skin glistening with sweat. Mark, exhausted, rested his forehead against her shoulder, too tired to defend himself if she tried to kill him now. Fortunately, his death was the farthest thing from her mind. Seconds of silence passed, before the thousands of spectators in the stands erupted into a wave of cheers and catcalls. Mark smiled and chuckled tiredly. "That can't be good;” he mused. "Nope," she agreed, sighing and biting on a knuckle as the last of the orgasm pulsed through her. "After that, they're certainly going to kill us. All of us. It doesn't matter; I would have died in the arena eventually. At least this way, I died with a cock in me and cumming hard." "Don't be so certain about that;” Mark replied, finally looking up and seeing all the gates opening and dozens of legionaries rushing toward them, spears at the ready. "Ah, I don't like this!" Nanu whined as she shimmied out along one of the corbels that held the vast awning in place. She held on like grim death as she edged forward, a small but sharp knife in one hand. "You can do it, my love," Becky said encouragingly, watching from their original position where they'd fucked the two marines. Both men were still snoozing, but she had tied their hands and feet for extra security. She would have done Nanu's job herself, but she was taller and heavier than the Egyptian girl, who stood a much better chance of succeeding than she did without snapping the braces or corbels. "Look straight ahead and ignore the sounds below." So of course, Nanu looked down. "He's fucking!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "He's fucking the gladiatrix that's supposed to be killing him! I may kill him! He doesn't need saving, I do!" "Nanu, focus!" Becky insisted. "Get to your position and await my signal." "Yes, mistress;” sighed the slave-girl sullenly. Once in position, Nanu held on tight, trying not to think about the dizzying heights she was suspended from. Everyone seemed like ants far below her. Except for Bonosus and his whore of a gladiator; she could see them very clearly, to the place where she could make out his throbbing cock as it thrust in and out of her unworthy cunt. He had a lot of explaining to do when this was over. The crowd was watching in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were seeing. But then Becky and Nanu heard the gladiatrix wailing as she came. Bonosus' groans of pleasure burned in Nanu's ears, while Becky just rolled her eyes, sighed and tapped her foot impatiently. Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd; they'd come for blood and been rewarded with live pornography! Nanu was scowling still, when she noticed the gates opening and legionaries pouring out of them, converging on the five figures in the center of the arena. "Mistress;” Nanu said nervously, her anxiety for Bonosus' well-being overcoming her jealousy. "Now, Nanu!" Becky yelled, making sure her slave could hear her. She was already working frantically to cut through the thick ropes in one of the giant pulleys that moved the Velarium into position. Nanu, meanwhile, was sawing at the edge of the rope that held the corbel she was on in place. She gritted her teeth as she watched the steel knife bite through the thick fiber cable until finally it snapped free. The rope whipped about as it unraveled, causing a cascade of loosening canvas across the broad length of the famed awning. Becky, meanwhile, finished cutting through the rope in the giant pulley she'd selected, dodging hastily as it snapped and flailed about before spinning away. The giant canvas sheets comprising the Velarium buckled and gave way, while the corbels and rope masts retracted rapidly. "Mistress!" Nanu keened, holding on like grim death as the corbel she was on, no longer held in place by the giant ropes, snapped back toward the solid stone walls of the Colosseum. "Jump, Nanu!" Becky called out, standing on the edge of the wall and holding her arms out. "I'll catch you! Trust mistress!" Nanu squeezed her eyes shut and jumped; Becky wheezed as she caught the flying girl, tumbling to the floor with her and holding her tight. Nanu was shivering in her grasp, so Becky just held her for a few seconds and caressed her raven hair. The slave-girl looked up at her savior and nodded, so Becky stood them up, listening to the shrieks of panic as the Velarium floated down relentlessly. "Teamwork, Nanu!" she said excitedly as they stood. "Let's see what happens next!" In the Arena. Mark faced one direction warily, while Rullus and Achilleia stood behind him, squaring off against other legionaries who were closing in. The original gladiator and the retiarius were also conscious and now stood with them, brandishing what weapons they could. Mark felt silly sporting only his cudgel, but it seemed dumb to not let the gladiators have the weapons they were trained with. His cock was still hard, and leaking cum from the tip. He saw Achilleia slowly turning her head to look down at it longingly. "Eyes front, Achilleia!" he snapped, not in the mood to die. She returned to glaring balefully at the encroaching soldiers. There must have been a hundred of the legionaries. That was twenty-to-one odds. He decided to not mention that to his enemies-turned-allies, since he wasn't sure if they understood ratios in any event. If their math was as poor as their hygiene, why bother? "When I thought I'd die in the emperor's sight, this isn't how I pictured it," Rullus growled, brandishing his sword. "I hadn't envisioned dying for that cocksucker at all," Achilleia replied, spitting in contempt at the foes in front of her. "Damned if I'm gonna give him the satisfaction of a clean kill. People will remember this day, to his embarrassment!" The legionaries advanced, the circle tightening. They were protected by their large scutum body shields, and their spears pointed threateningly at the little rebel group. Mark wasn't sure what good he would do here, since he was armed with a club smaller than his dick, and he was the only untrained gladiator. But then he noticed rippling movement above, looked up and grinned. The velarium became dislodged from its moorings and like a vast sail or flag, began floating down over the stadium. People noticed, began screeching in panic, and stampeding. "Right on, Becks;” he said with satisfaction as his day began to look up. The emperor looked up, scowling as he saw the giant canvas sheet descending, fluttering menacingly as it enveloped the upper levels of seating. Panic ensued, with people scampering around pell-mell, trying to escape. "I really hate the gods;” he thought darkly as the canvas touched down around him and everything went to shit. Becky, standing on the edge of the wall and looking down over the chaos and mayhem she had caused, with tens of thousands thrown into panic, cackled gaily and clapped her hands before yanking down her top to expose her tits and holding her arms wide and yelling loudly across her kingdom of madness. "Are you not entertained?" she shouted, reveling in her triumph. God, she'd always wanted to use that line. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Mark shouted as he and his new allies raced down the hallway, shooing everyone in front of him. "Faster, if you wanna live!" The legionaries had forgotten all about the little group of rebels once the madness ensued, racing toward the emperor to rescue him. Mark used the opportunity to escape, bringing his former foes with him. He wasn't terribly interested in seeing them die, and they might prove very useful in getting out of here in one piece. Rullus had led them through a small, little-known door in the wall of the arena, one used generally only by pit masters to monitor the proceedings. His titan frame barely fit in it, but he led the way dutifully. "Where are we going?" Achillea asked, happy to be escaping, but at least wanting to know what the plan was. She had her whip and her sword in hand again. "The most convenient, flat and open space you know of beneath the Colosseum," Mark replied, hurrying along behind her. "A place almost no one knows about or uses." "One of the old training spaces," grunted Rullus. "It hasn't been used in years. Follow me!" Their course took them deeper beneath the stadium, through winding halls and narrow corridors and staircases. They finally reached a wide chamber, in the middle of which stood Becky, Nanu and Domitia. The former Vestal and the slave-girl seemed stunned to see the small party approaching, and the gladiators gaped as Lady Aurora and her slave ran into one another's arms, kissing deeply and feverishly, speaking in some unknown tongue. "Right!" Mark said, finally disengaging from Becky's tongue as he looked around, eyes flashing with determination. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I need you all to trust me. We're going to get you out of here, as quickly as we can." "How?" asked the Retiarius, looking about warily. "They'll find us eventually!" "I know, and what I'm going to say will sound like magic, but just run with it, okay?" Mark replied, walking over to the Holmes Field Device, which Becky had been kind enough to retrieve. He wasn't sure how, but she was better with this temporal shit than he was. And they trusted one another by now. "This contraption will get us out of here, but it's not big enough for all of us at once. I'm gonna take Lady Aurora and Domitia first, then come back for a few more, then the last load." Rullus nodded: "You spared my life, and I entrust you with it. Achilleia and I will go last, holding the room if the enemy comes." "Oh, Rullus;” Achilleia sighed, looking up at the hulking gladiator, her expression a dreamy one, before she suddenly scowled and smacked him on the back of his helmeted head. "You romantic asshole." Mark left them to argue while he hustled Becky and Domitia onto the platform, which was already switched on, lights and readings blinking around the surface. Becky swatted Domitia's hand as she tried to touch a dial. "You know where we're going?" he asked, hoping she had a better handle on this than he did. She nodded, smiling. "Leave it to me, Mark. I think you'll like this solution;” The climate was certainly a change from that of Rome, but it was also a pleasant experience in its own right. The city around them, built of red brick, sandy-colored stone, and studded with stately palm trees, reminded Mark of eastern cities in every movie he'd ever seen. Beyond the walls stretched endless expanses of desert, in which the city stood as a shining jewel in a vast sea of scorching sand. He didn't know why Becky knew to park the machine where she did, but he also knew she had figured out how to use his Holmes Field Device on her own, so he wasn't questioning it. Safe from prying eyes, and after two more trips back to the Colosseum to gather the other rebels, Mark now found himself in an ancient temple in the shape of a ziggurat, with priestesses standing in front of them and bowing. Unlike the Vestals, the white garments of these priestesses were delightfully spare, exposing more than it covered. "Lady Aurora Horatia," one of them said humbly. "Your timing is fortuitous, and we gladly accept your offer. Domitia will be given a new life as a priestess of Nanaya, or as she is known in your tongue, Suadela." The priestesses all walked up to Domitia and kissed her, welcoming her into their sisterhood. The former Vestal shed tears, not in sorrow, but because she had a new beginning. Nanaya, as the goddess was known in this far-flung province, was an ancient Sumerian goddess of sensuality and lust. When the Romans had conquered the land, they readily identified her with Suadela, to keep the peace. The priestess smiled at Mark and Becky again. "And for your generous donation of gold, we will take on your four friends here, to guard our temple, as the garrison makes no effort to do so. They are now, in their own way, lifelong servants and devotees of the goddess." The four gladiators beamed proudly. Since serving Nanaya, even as guardians of her temple, meant food, lodging and getting laid by her harlot-priestesses, they were more than amenable to the idea. "Lady Aurora," Domitia intoned, taking Becky's hands in hers and smiling slyly. "Will you consent to Bonosus and yourself being the first to receive my blessings as a priestess of Nanaya?" "I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear;” Becky purred, pulling Domitia into her arms and kissing her deeply. A small villa in Roman Italy; Mark sipped wine from a goblet while Becky lay nearby on a couch, wearing nothing while Nanu sat on a small stool and massaged her feet. The sultry afternoon suited everyone, and they were finally at peace. "Helluva trip, Becks," Mark mused, draining his glass and then pouring more for himself. "You've gotten really good with the Holmes Field Device now. I seriously thought it was me who left the adrenalin tab for my discovery under the Colosseum, but it was actually you." "Sorry to scare you there," Becky sighed, as Nanu worked on her toes individually, sometimes even kissing them as she rubbed oil into them. "I found them in our tab supply, and thought it was our best bet. I just jumped behind a few hours when no one was around and stashed them in that cell for you." "So it wasn't even me coming back from the future to save myself," Mark chuckled. "Here I was so confident that I'd lived, that I couldn't be killed because future-self was looking out for me, but no, it was current you. So I could've been killed at any point, even if time lock kept me from killing anyone else." "It was a little bit messy, but you did survive, and that's what counts." Becky pointed out, caressing one of her tits lazily while enjoying Nanu's exquisite touch. "So what're we gonna do with her?" Mark asked, referencing the Egyptian slave-girl. Nanu had gotten used to her mistress and her manservant speaking in this weird, harsh language, and thought nothing of it anymore; when they needed her, they spoke Latin or her own tongue to her. Becky sighed contentedly and puddled further into the couch. Nanu's foot massages were utter bliss. "I was considering letting her stay here, and simply look after this little villa I bought for me. Whenever we visited, we'd just come back as close to the time we left as possible, but I have no idea if we could guarantee time snarls not getting in the way. So I'm bringing her home with me." Mark raised an eyebrow. "That a good idea? Or even possible?" Becky shrugged. "If she can't be brought with us, the Holmes Field Device won't work, right? So we care for her here. If it does allow it, I'll keep her with me in my house and teach her about her new world. I'll just say she's a foreign student bunking with me." "Literally, I might add." Mark quipped, holding up his goblet and winking. "Oh, you," Becky giggled while Nanu shed her clothes and crawled over Becky, straddling her hips and beginning to squirm their pussies together slowly. "I don't think she's gonna give up on the notion of being my slave-girl any time soon; it seems to make her feel safe. If she asks about you as a slave, I'll say I freed you." "Well, I was pretty enslaved to you for a while there," Mark chuckled. "Funny, I remember being so in love with you while those tabs were in effect, and I remember it fondly. But at this point, I'm just back to feeling like you're my dear friend, and I love you, just not in love any more, ya' know?" Becky sighed and nodded as she placed her hands gently on Nanu's tits and caressed them while undulating beneath the slave-girl. "I know what you mean. Talk about exhilarating, right? We should do that again at some point, just for funsies." "I'm in," Mark agreed, as his cock hardened from watching the two girls make love. He put down his wine, stood up and moved in behind them, kneeling at the bottom of the couch and sinking his cock deep inside Becky, making her moan as he started to slide in and out of her. "And what about our other acquisitions?" he asked, caressing and squeezing Nanu's ass while he fucked his Physics teacher. "Uh, the clothes we'll keep at my place, for future use," she breathed, loving the feel of Nanu's moist cunt on hers while Mark fucked deeply. She felt Nanu shiver and gasp as Mark pulled out of her and pushed into the slave-girl. "And I bought those big amphorae of Falernian wine, there's twenty-six liters in each. We'll bury them where we know nature has never been disturbed back in our time, and then retrieve them. Voila, Roman wine for dinner every night." "I'm gonna have fun explaining that to my parents;” Mark chuckled as he slid back into Becky, making her cry out. Dinner with Family. Dhallyla stared at the liquid in her glass in wonder while her family sat at the table for dinner. It was quite unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. "Mark, what; what did you say this was called again?" she asked. He shrugged as he ate. "It's a Roman-style wine, called Falernian. Lots of people are recreating ancient alcohol recipes now, so I thought we'd give this a shot. Pretty nice, hmm?" "Very strong," his sister Roxy rasped as she put down her wine glass and made a bit of a face. "Very, very strong." "That's why the Romans and Greeks mixed their wine with water," he chuckled. "Some Roman talked about not being able to bring an open flame near wine because it could catch fire. So I mixed it with water, like the instructions said. Sorry if it's still strong." "Where did you get this again?" his father asked. "Ren Faire," he said easily. "All sorts of brewers and people showing off their wine and beer skills these days at them, so I thought I'd give it a shot, ya' know? Bought a couple of bottles." "It's certainly different, but I can grow to like it," his mother mused. "Make sure you get more before we run out." "I can do that," Mark replied cheerfully. Later that night, he was sitting at his desk in his room, surfing for eras to visit during their next adventure, when the door to his room clicked shut. He turned his head to see his sister leaning back against the door, looking at him pointedly. "Something I can do for you, Rox?" he asked plainly, keeping his eyes on his research. "Now that you mention it, yeah," she said, folding her arms and wearing that insufferable smirk of hers. She never stopped reminding him who the elder sibling was. "So I did some looking around online, and there hasn't been a Ren Faire within five hundred miles of us in the last six months." Mark paused in his surfing and slowly turned to look at his sister. "So," she said, walking slowly toward him. "I figure it's about time you told me what the Hell is really going on;” Loose ends, scores to settle, a moral quandaries abound! It's Your Own Fault You Snooped! Mark didn't speak for several seconds, trying his best to not gape at Roxy. She'd always been somewhat suspicious of him when he did just about anything, but the fact that she'd done actual research this time was something new. She had played her hand, and he was cornered. But still, he found himself not sure what to say. "Well, c'mon, you little trouser snake," moving away from the door and sauntering toward him. She could tell she'd caught him dead to rights about something, but now she needed to find out what it was. "Ya' might as well 'fess up, because I somehow doubt you want mom and dad to know what you're up to." The mere thought brought a shiver to Mark and left a cold sweat on his brow. He swallowed, trying not to panic. Roxy had less mercy in a sibling confrontation than Mike Tyson had in the ring. He thought of the number of times she'd beaten his ass for tattling on her when they were younger, and how she'd always get some brutal form of revenge he was unlikely to forget. And he dreaded the thought of how she could screw this up for him. "I'm almost not wanting to find out, at least for a while, because watching your mind flop around in panic is kinda fun," she said, smirking as she stopped in front of him and leaned forward. "But I need to make a decision about whether the 'rents oughta know, so let's speed this up, okay?" She then turned and sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other as she looked at him pointedly. "Spill it, little brother." His mind raced. What could he tell her? She'd caught him in a flat-out lie that he had acquired his Falernian wine from a Ren Faire, and had no doubt pieced together that his other recent exotic acquisitions were likewise not from where he'd claimed. So what were her suspicions? She no doubt was assuming, quite reasonably, that he was involved in some illicit activity that

On this episode of 'Numbers On The Board' - Kenny, Pierre, Mike and Darrick discuss everybody around the association that should be in panic mode already this NBA season. 0:00 - Intro 4:30 - Drop the Mike 12:20 - NOTB News 34:14 - Teams still going 42:50 - Mill's Man of the Week 59:10 - Potential ROY candidate update 1:16:01 - NBA Panic Meter 1:49:25 - What is sagging off? 2:00:00 - Unplugged #NumbersOnTheBoard #NBA #Basketball #Hoops Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See https://pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Evacuations are underway in the Palisades, and power outages are popping up across multiple neighborhoods as the storm system rolls in. Health officials are also raising concerns about a potentially rough flu season. KOST has officially flipped to Christmas music, marking the unofficial start of the holiday season. A power pole was struck and brought down in Malibu, adding to storm-related hazards. Meanwhile, YouTube TV and Disney reached an agreement to restore access on the platform. More on the KOST flip: Crozier, who’s been with iHeart/Clear Channel for 38 years, once helped launch the famous KOST Christmas Wishes tradition. L.A. is rolling out what looks like a new coordinated, city-wide storm response, focusing on communication, coordinated departments, and pre-deployed teams. And Dallas Raines warns the worst part of the storm arrives in heavy bands through Sunday morning. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

SEND ME A TEXT MESSAGE NOWSomething felt different the last forty eight hours. You can sense it when Trump is unraveling, but this time the energy around him is sharper, louder, and more chaotic than anything I have seen in a long while. It is like watching a storm forming in real time.The push to release the Epstein files lit the fuse. I have never seen Trump react this fast or this aggressively to something he keeps insisting is nothing. His behavior tells a very different story and the tension around it is impossible to ignore.There is a pressure building around him that feels new. Conversations are happening. People are choosing their words carefully. And you can feel the weight of something closing in even if no one will say it out loud yet. In this episode I walk you through the tone and the temperature of that shift.Right in the middle of all of this Trump suddenly turns his attention to nuclear weapons. Not policy talk. Not strategy talk. Something stranger. Something that made me stop in my tracks and ask what exactly is going on behind the scenes. You will hear the moment it happened.His comments, his confusion, his urgency, the way he mixes up government departments and demands the impossible, it all paints a picture of a man who is nowhere near grounded. It is not normal behavior from someone who claims everything is under control.There is a mood around him right now that feels unsettled. You can hear it in the voices of the people trying to explain what he said. You can hear it in the hesitation. You can hear it in the way everyone around him chooses their phrasing like they are stepping around glass.In this episode I take you inside that atmosphere. The spike in panic. The strange nuclear talk. The rising tension surrounding the Epstein documents. The feeling that something much bigger is happening just under the surface.This is not a week of normal headlines. This is something else entirely.If you want to understand the tone of the last two days and why so many people are suddenly uneasy, this is the episode to hear.AWorldGoneMadPodcast@gmail.com

Ryan is a pop-rock artist whose music blends emotional honesty with classic rock inspiration. Raised in a musical household, he started performing as the drummer in a band with his sibling, touring the UK as a teen with the Euphoria. Influenced by legends such as Queen, the Beatles and Led Zeppelin, he later fused that vintage energy with the edge of Muse, Green Day, Panic! At the Disco and My Chemical Romance. After struggling during the pandemic and entering rehab in 2021, songwriting became his lifeline. Now sober and thriving, Ryan is one semester away from graduating USC's Thornton School of Music and has grown a following of over 500,000 on TikTok with original songs and viral covers. With performances at venues like the Viper Room, Whisky a Go Go and the Moroccan, he continues to share music borne from personal struggle. For Ryan, "The Voice" is the next step to push himself and bring his story to a larger stage.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-like-it-s-live--4113802/support.

Brian Windhorst is joined by ESPN's Vincent Goodwill and Ramona Shelburne to discuss the Clippers' concerning start to the season, Jokic's historic performance in LA, why Denver are legit contenders, how LeBron will fit upon returning to the Lakers, the impact of Brunson's injury on the Knicks and OKC's dominance over the league thus far. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Today on Mea Culpa, I'm joined by Rick Wilson, Lincoln Project co-founder, political strategist, and author, to break down the fallout from the government shutdown. Rick and I dissect the disastrous shutdown “deal” Democratic senators voted for on Sunday, how Trump continues to fool average Americans, and what the discharge petition means for the release of the Epstein files. We dig into the GOP's accelerating slide into authoritarianism and the weaponization of power against ordinary Americans through frozen SNAP benefits and soaring healthcare premiums. This conversation was recorded on Tuesday, November 11th, prior to the government reopening. Thanks to our sponsors: L-Nutra: Just visit https://ProlonLife.com/MEACULPA to claim your 15% discount plus a $40 bonus gift. Shopify: Sign up for a $1 per month trial period at: shopify.com/COHEN Soul: Go to https://GetSoul.com and use code: COHEN to get 40% OFF your order! Subscribe to Michael's Substack: https://therealmichaelcohen.substack.com/ Subscribe to Michael's YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@TheMichaelCohenShow Join us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/PoliticalBeatdown Add the Mea Culpa podcast feed: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/mea-culpa-with-michael-cohen Add the Political Beatdown podcast feed: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/political-beatdown Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

15 Minute Guided Meditation for PTSD, Panic & Stress Relief.Welcome to your essential 15-minute guided meditation designed specifically for PTSD, Panic, and chronic Stress Relief. This session is a safe haven for anyone seeking to calm their nervous system and finally stop racing thoughts.This episode provides real-time, practical tools to help you manage difficult symptoms:Soothe Hyperarousal & Flashbacks: We begin with therapeutic diaphragmatic breathing (belly breathing), a technique proven to lower the stress hormone cortisol and quickly regulate your nervous system. This is an essential anti-anxiety strategy for managing both general stress and the specific symptoms of PTSD.Manage Panic Attacks: Use the guided, extended exhale technique to safely ground yourself and disrupt the physical charge of a panic attack or intense stress spiral.Release Chronic Tension: A gentle body scan helps you locate and release the physical charge of stress and lingering restlessness.Healing Affirmations: This meditation uses powerful, repetitive affirmations focused on cultivating a sense of safety, security, and inner peace.This short but powerful session acts as a safe, quick reset that you can rely on daily to reduce anxiety and cultivate emotional resilience.

Episode 410 of Airey Bros Radio breaks down one of the most chaotic, unforgettable NJCAA championship weekends ever — the 2025 NJCAA Cross Country & Half Marathon National Championships in snow-covered Fort Dodge, Iowa.A full blizzard turned the XC course into a survival test and the half marathon into a grit fest. Tonight, five of the top programs in the country join us to relive every moment — the wins, the adversity, the strategy changes, and the championship celebrations.Featuring:• Mesa CC – Coach Daniel Pescador: DII Women's National Champions | Men 5th• College of DuPage – Coach Mallory Dominguez: DIII Women's National Champions | Men Runner-Up• Odessa College – Coach Chris Beene: DI Women's National Champions | Half Marathon Champions• Iowa Central – Coach Dee Brown: DI Men's National Champions | Host School• Iowa Western – Coach Marc Bierbaum: Men's Half Marathon National Champions | Women Runner-UpWe dive into:– Racing through a whiteout snowstorm– XC race plan adjustments & spike decisions– Saturday XC breakdowns across D1, D2 & D3– Monday Half Marathon results– Key athletes, huge moves & gritty performances– What these results mean heading into indoor & outdoor trackHosted by Airey Bros RadioYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@Aireybros Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/aireybrosradioFueled by Black Sheep Endurance Coaching https://www.blacksheependurance.com/SHOW NOTES Coach Daniel Pescador – Mesa Community CollegeDII Women's National Champions | Men 5th7:00 – Coach joins7:15 – Blizzard morning reaction7:50 – Adjusting race plans & spikes8:40 – Olivia Baker's fall + concussion mid-race9:20 – Paradise Valley challenge10:50 – Mesa defends its title12:00 – Mesa Men finish 5th13:00 – Team celebration14:30 – Indoor track plansCoach Mallory Dominguez – College of DuPageDIII Women's National Champions | Men Runner-Up20:00 – Coach joins20:20 – “The girls were excited to race in the snow”21:40 – Men's race helped prep the women22:50 – Visibility & course navigation24:10 – COD women take control early25:45 – Men's runner-up finish27:00 – Celebration + recovery28:20 – First women's XC title in school history29:40 – Half marathon recap31:20 – Building future depthCoach Chris Beene – Odessa CollegeDI Women's XC Champions | Half Marathon Champions40:00 – Coach joins40:15 – Weather shock: expected rain, got blizzard41:20 – Emotional meaning behind this title42:15 – Rukia & Kadine overcome adversity43:40 – When he knew Odessa was winning45:00 – First XC title in program history46:30 – Half Marathon dominance47:50 – Culture, recruiting & what's nextCoach Dee Brown – Iowa CentralDI Men's XC National Champions | Meet Host55:00 – Coach joins55:10 – Panic on Saturday morning56:00 – Coaches clearing snow manually57:25 – DIII athletes “create the path”58:40 – Iowa Central vs Hutch battle1:00:10 – Winning at home1:02:00 – Monday half marathon recap1:03:20 – Hosting challenges & victoriesCoach Marc Bierbaum – Iowa WesternMen's Half Marathon Champions | Women Runner-Up DI XC1:10:00 – Coach joins1:10:30 – Women grinding through the blizzard1:11:50 – Mid-race strategy adjustments1:13:15 – Back-to-back men's half marathon titles1:14:40 – Women win the half marathon title1:16:10 – Full Fort Dodge weekend recap1:17:45 – Transitioning into track season1:20:00 – OutroThanking all coaches, ABR weekly schedule, Peace, love & happiness — The Airey Bros are out

Try Fantasy Round Up for FREE: https://www.FSRoundUp.com Leo from  @FantasyOnPOINTS  is back to talk NBA and fantasy basketball! He's diving into controversial players, giving advice on whether to hold, sell, or drop them to the waiver wire. Get insight into fantasy sports and find sleepers to boost your roster! SLEEPER LOCK IN MODE POINTS. Join Our FREE Community: https://www.bleavinfantasy.com Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Boomer, Pinder, and Rhett are joined by TSN's Noodles as they break down the struggles of the Toronto Maple Leafs, who sit at 8-8-2 and near the bottom of the Eastern Conference. Things are not looking good, and Leafsnation is officially in full panic mode. What's going wrong? Is it time for major moves? The guys dig into what's causing the slide and where the Leafs go from here.VIDEO LINK: https://youtu.be/irtm-zlrVG0#nhl #nhlshorts #nhlplayoffs #nhlpredictions #nhlhockey #nhlpicks #stanleycup #stanleycupfinal #torontomapleleafs #leafsnation CHECK OUT OUR STUFF ⬇️BARN BURNER MERCHhttps://nationgear.ca/collections/shirts/FlamesnationBARN BURNER SHORTS https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLj_bcGtvvo-cW2DHEDZ6dEO5ePDmlhZc9&si=jo8iNGxT4ImhS2Y8

Today, Luke discusses a recent Logan Paul podcast with Neil deGrasse Tyson, Melania's recent event, and more!Order your PEP now!https://drinkpep.com/Get connected below!Twitter - https://twitter.com/lukepbeasleyInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/lukebeasleyofficial/TikTok -https://vm.tiktok.com/TTPdSfpPHw/YouTube channel - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCM05jgFNwoeXvWfO9GuExzAl

Time Stamps:4:05 - Icebreaker Stories/Clips/ Is Megyn Kelly the Next to Be Kirk'd?26:15 - Foreign Policy Round-up51:38 - Epstein's BFF Bannon1:17:30 - the Kirk/Candace Glow1:49:55 - Panic Bout the SatanicWelcome to The Morning Dump, where we dive headfirst into the deep end of the pool of current events, conspiracy, and everything in between. Join us for a no-holds-barred look at the week's hottest topics, where we flush away the fluff and get straight to the substance.Please consider supporting my work- Patreon- https://www.patreon.com/nowayjose2020 Only costs $2/month and will get you access to episodes earlier than the publicNo Way, Jose! Rumble Channel- https://rumble.com/c/c-3379274  No Way, Jose! YouTube Channel- https://youtube.com/channel/UCzyrpy3eo37eiRTq0cXff0g My Podcast Host- https://redcircle.com/shows/no-way-jose Apple podcasts- https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/no-way-jose/id1546040443 Spotify- https://open.spotify.com/show/0xUIH4pZ0tM1UxARxPe6Th Stitcher- https://www.stitcher.com/show/no-way-jose-2 Amazon Music- https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/41237e28-c365-491c-9a31-2c6ef874d89d/No-Way-Jose Google Podcasts- https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9mZWVkcy5yZWRjaXJjbGUuY29tL2ZkM2JkYTE3LTg2OTEtNDc5Ny05Mzc2LTc1M2ExZTE4NGQ5Yw%3D%3DRadioPublic- https://radiopublic.com/no-way-jose-6p1BAO Vurbl- https://vurbl.com/station/4qHi6pyWP9B/ Feel free to contact me at thelibertymovementglobal@gmail.com#EpsteinBannonConnection #BannonsEpsteinTies #EpsteinVoteDrama #BizarreBannonLink #EpsteinsBFF #BannonEpsteinSecrets #KirkCandaceGlow #SuspiciousKirkCircle #CandaceOwensShadows #KirkOwensExposed #GlowUpConspiracy #SatanicPanicRevived #DigIntoSatanism #SatanicSecretsUncovered #PanicAboutTheSatanic #SatanismExposed #EpsteinBannonVote #BannonMysteryConnection #KirkSuspiciousAllies #CandaceGlowMystery

The Buffalo Bills followed up their biggest win of the season with one of their worst losses, falling 30–13 to the Miami Dolphins just a week after beating the Chiefs.On this episode of The Wandering Buffalo Podcast, Justin breaks down how the Bills went from AFC contenders to collapsing against a team many had already written off. From head-scratching coaching decisions to brutal turnovers and depth concerns, this was a meltdown that raises real questions about the 2025 season.We cover:Josh Allen's up-and-down day3 costly turnovers in Miami territoryMcDermott's questionable 4th down decisionsDefensive fatigue and the injury tollWhy the offense missed Kincaid and PalmerWhat Gabe Davis' return might meanMecole Hardman and Morgan Fox additionsPlayoff outlook after falling behind New EnglandIf you're looking for Buffalo Bills news, honest postgame analysis, or insight into what's next, this episode is a must-watch.The Wandering Buffalo Podcast: A Buffalo Bills Podcast for November 14th, 2025.⸻Sponsored by WearBUF – Buffalo Inspired Apparelhttps://www.wearbuf.com/Use code “TWB” at checkout for 10% off your first order.⸻Follow and Subscribe for More Buffalo Bills ContentStay updated with all things Buffalo Bills: https://www.wanderingbuf.com/Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/TheWanderingBufInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/TheWanderingBufFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheWanderingBufSubscribe to The Wandering Buffalo Podcast:Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-wandering-buffalo-podcast/id1553575732Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/7HCluqByJZqhUQD9DJE0Iq⸻Host, Justin GoddardTwitter: https://www.twitter.com/jgods22Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jgods22Producer, Jakob MerkelTwitter: https://www.twitter.com/jakobmerkelInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/jakobmerkel⸻The Wandering Buffalo Podcast is part of Buffalo FAMBase, the originators of #BillsMafia.Buffalo FAMBase delivers Buffalo Bills news, Bills updates, and insider coverage every week.Buffalo FAMBase YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCu_JTz1SmD0Ml3D10HVQ50gPodcast Network: https://anchor.fm/buffalofambase

Brian Windhorst is joined by ESPN's Vincent Goodwill and Ramona Shelburne to discuss the Clippers' concerning start to the season, Jokic's historic performance in LA, why Denver are legit contenders, how LeBron will fit upon returning to the Lakers, the impact of Brunson's injury on the Knicks and OKC's dominance over the league thus far. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The Buffalo Bills followed up their biggest win of the season with one of their worst losses, falling 30–13 to the Miami Dolphins just a week after beating the Chiefs.On this episode of The Wandering Buffalo Podcast, Justin breaks down how the Bills went from AFC contenders to collapsing against a team many had already written off. From head-scratching coaching decisions to brutal turnovers and depth concerns, this was a meltdown that raises real questions about the 2025 season.We cover:Josh Allen's up-and-down day3 costly turnovers in Miami territoryMcDermott's questionable 4th down decisionsDefensive fatigue and the injury tollWhy the offense missed Kincaid and PalmerWhat Gabe Davis' return might meanMecole Hardman and Morgan Fox additionsPlayoff outlook after falling behind New EnglandIf you're looking for Buffalo Bills news, honest postgame analysis, or insight into what's next, this episode is a must-watch.The Wandering Buffalo Podcast: A Buffalo Bills Podcast for November 14th, 2025.⸻Sponsored by WearBUF – Buffalo Inspired Apparelhttps://www.wearbuf.com/Use code “TWB” at checkout for 10% off your first order.⸻Follow and Subscribe for More Buffalo Bills ContentStay updated with all things Buffalo Bills: https://www.wanderingbuf.com/Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/TheWanderingBufInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/TheWanderingBufFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheWanderingBufSubscribe to The Wandering Buffalo Podcast:Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-wandering-buffalo-podcast/id1553575732Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/7HCluqByJZqhUQD9DJE0Iq⸻Host, Justin GoddardTwitter: https://www.twitter.com/jgods22Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jgods22Producer, Jakob MerkelTwitter: https://www.twitter.com/jakobmerkelInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/jakobmerkel⸻The Wandering Buffalo Podcast is part of Buffalo FAMBase, the originators of #BillsMafia.Buffalo FAMBase delivers Buffalo Bills news, Bills updates, and insider coverage every week.Buffalo FAMBase YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCu_JTz1SmD0Ml3D10HVQ50gPodcast Network: https://anchor.fm/buffalofambase

We're leaning into the algorithm of fear and learning how to break it! I define what the algorithm of fear is, give you some examples of how you might be getting played, and then share really practical ways to break the fear feed. This is all applicable to life on and off screens. . . . . . Order your copy of my latest book Reconnected HERE: ReconnectedBook.com  Let's keep in touch! Sign up for my newsletter to be the first to hear ALL my updates. https://carlos-whittaker.kit.com/c6d25be20a  Interested in advertising with us? Reach out here. Book me to speak HERE: https://www.carloswhittaker.com/events  . . . . . AQUATRU: Get 20% off any AquaTru purifier! Visit aquatru.com and use the code CARLOS at checkout. NIV: Find out more at NIVApplicationBible.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Luke was scheduled to appear on a local TV station in Portland this morning, but he ran into some trouble on the way. Meanwhile, Andrew went full Tim Robinson as he tried to get answers from a possibly shady business. Speaking of television, they also discuss The Chair Company and Pluribus, two shows that they're both watching right now. 

We spend so much energy trying to silence anxiety. But what if it isn't an enemy to defeat—what if it's a signal to understand? This week, Dr. Alison talks with Dr. Bethany Teachman, professor of clinical psychology at the University of Virginia and director of the PACT Lab, about what healthy anxiety looks like, why it's actually useful, and how to stop letting it run your life.  Dr. Teachman explains how to know when anxiety is becoming a problem and shares practical ways to calm anxious thoughts, build resilience, and approach your fears with curiosity instead of control. She says, “Anxiety is uncomfortable, but it's not dangerous, when you stop treating it like a threat, it loses its power over you.” You'll learn: The difference between healthy anxiety and unhealthy anxiety How to recognize when your threat response doesn't match the situation Why trying to “get rid” of anxiety often makes it worse How reframing challenges as opportunities builds resilience Why doom-scrolling keeps us trapped in fear Check out more free resources on anxiety: TYDE (Thriving Youth in a Digital Environment) — A University of Virginia initiative co-directed by Dr. Teachman focused on youth, technology, and mental health. MindTrails — A suite of digital and mobile interventions designed to help people manage anxiety and increase access to care, including.  If you liked this episode, you'll love:  Episode 129: Understanding Your Anxiety Episode 54: Can I Pray My Anxiety Away?

Christian Polanco and Alexis Guerreros react to Weston McKennie being left off the November USMNT roster. Should Mauricio Pochettino have selected the midfielder just months ahead of the World Cup? The boys also pick their best XI from this roster and highlight one fringe player they believe deserves to make the World Cup squad.Next, Christian and Alexis react to the shocking news that MLS has decided to switch to a fall–spring schedule starting in 2027. Is this the right move for the league? And how will MLS adapt to the European soccer calendar?Later, the boys preview both NWSL semifinal matchups and give their predictions — including who they guarantee will win it all. (6:30) – No McKennie or Pulisic: Time for USMNT to Panic?(17:00) – USMNT November Best XI Predictions(25:30) – USMNT Player Spotlight: Who Deserves to Make the World Cup Roster?(30:00) – MLS Approves Change to Fall–Spring Calendar(48:00) – NWSL Playoffs Semifinal Preview Subscribe to The Cooligans on your favorite podcast app:

Ron Simmons discusses the government shutdown with Rep. Craig Goldman (R-Texas), who says Democrats already voted for an identical bill earlier this year. He also promotes a bill that would ensure that Congress is not paid during a government shutdown. Ron weighs in on the results of elections in Virginia, New Jersey, and New York City, pointing out a key statistic that Republicans can use to their advantage in the 2026 midterms. Finally, Ron answers some viewer questions on faith, family, finance, and how to raise the next Allie Beth Stuckey. Email your questions to Ron at ⁠ron@ronsimmons.com⁠. Buy Allie's book "Toxic Empathy: How Progressives Exploit Christian Compassion": ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.toxicempathy.com/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ --- Timecodes: (00:00) Intro (02:30) Welcoming Rep. Craig Goldman (08:20) Government Shutdown Update (21:40) Recent 2025 Elections (33:45) A Silver Lining (42:25) Q&A (55:30) Wisdom from the Wagon --- Today's Sponsors: Good Ranchers — Go to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠GoodRanchers.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and subscribe to any of their boxes (but preferably the Allie Beth Stuckey Box) to get free Waygu burgers, hot dogs, bacon, or chicken wings in every box for life. Plus, you'll get $40 off when you use code ALLIE at checkout. We Heart Nutrition — Get 20% off women's vitamins with We Heart Nutrition, and get your first bottle of their new supplement, Wholesome Balance; use code ALLIE at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.WeHeartNutrition.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Seven Weeks Coffee — Save up to 25% with promo code 'ALLIE' & get up to four FREE gifts this Christmas season: ⁠ http://www.sevenweekscoffee.com/⁠ A'del — Try A'del's hand-crafted, artisan, small-batch cosmetics and use promo code ALLIE 25% off your first time purchase at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://⁠⁠⁠⁠AdelNaturalCosmetics.com⁠⁠ Fellowship Home Loans — Fellowship Home Loans is a mortgage lending company that offers home financing solutions while integrating Christian values such as honesty, integrity, and stewardship. Go to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://fellowshiphomeloans.com/allie⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to get up to $500 credit towards closing costs when you finance with Fellowship Home Loans. --- Episodes you might like: Ep 1259 | Deporting Danger: Why Leftists Hate ICE | Ron Simmons https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/relatable-with-allie-beth-stuckey/id1359249098?i=1000733757063 Ep 1253 | Israel-Hamas Conflict Is Coming to an End | Ron Simmons https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/relatable-with-allie-beth-stuckey/id1359249098?i=1000731686257 Ep 1244 | Charlie Kirk Memorial Inspires Great Revival, 'Christian Nationalism' Panic from Media | Ron Simmons https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/relatable-with-allie-beth-stuckey/id1359249098?i=1000727939134 --- Buy Allie's book "You're Not Enough (& That's Okay): Escaping the Toxic Culture of Self-Love": ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://alliebethstuckey.com/book⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠   Relatable merchandise – use promo code 'ALLIE10' for a discount: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://shop.blazemedia.com/collections/allie-stuckey⁠⁠⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices